Minx smiled innocently and told us.
“Well, I enchanted her bikini.”
Martine looked over at the girl, who was throwing the frisbee in the distance. (Well, I *think* she did, from the way she shifted–I couldn’t see her face on account that her massive boobs still protruded generously from her chest.) I thought that an enchanted bikini sounded like a lovely idea.
“The top is caressing her nipples,” Minx continued. “And you can guess what the bottom is rubbing.”
I could guess all right…
Back with her friends, the girl–let’s call her Louise–felt the fabric of her top caress her nipples, which didn’t take long to harden. She repressed a small gasp.
“Damn it!” she thought. “I think this bikini’s too tight. My nipples are driving me nuts!”
She couldn’t know there was magic at work, so her mind rationalized what was going on. It wasn’t long before she noticed the way her bikini bottom wedged itself inside her crotch and caressed her intimately. She squirmed and let out a small moan, but then saw the frisbee flying in her direction and tried to focus. She was a bit off-balance and looked ahead in alarm.
“Gotta be careful how I move,” she thought, “or I’m gonna show my stuff to everyone!”
The thought came too late, however, and as she reached for the flying disc, she tripped over herself and dropped to the ground on all four. None of that mattered to her bikini, however, which continued its insistent (and most erotic) caresses over the sensitive parts of her body. She just stayed there for long moments, trembling, fighting the rising pleasure that sent jolts in her tummy.
“It’s rubbing me so good,” she thought. “Mmmm…”
One of her friends, Blake, came to her rescue and helped her up.
“You okay?” he asked.
Doing her best to keep her composure, she forced an uncomfortable smile.
“I’m… fine, thanks,” was the best she could manage.
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