26-08-2026, 02:48 PM
Ajay was not wearing any underwear beneath his shorts.The moment Meera had come running toward him in that tiny bikini — breasts bouncing, string bottom disappearing between her cheeks — his cock had hardened instantly and fully.
It now stood rigid, clearly outlined against the thin fabric of his shorts, impossible to hide.
“Control your horse, darling… or are you planning to pitch a tent on the beach for everyone to see?.
There are people on the beach.”
I’m trying… but he’s very happy to see the bikini. He’s giving you a standing ovation. I’m trying to think of tax forms and old case files… but your bouncing breasts keep cancelling every boring thought.
Ajay tried to think of anything else — the flight home, the paperwork waiting, the old cases — but it was useless.
Meera: “Tell him this is not a private party.”
Ajay: “I did. He said the party started the moment you started running.”
Meera: “If it doesn’t go down, I’m leaving you here alone.”
Ajay: “He’s saying he’d rather stand at attention than miss another second of you.”
Meera: “Control that hard cock… people can see the outline.”
Ajay: “He’s not listening. He’s thinking about how wet your pussy must be inside that tiny bottom.”
Meera: “Keep it inside your shorts or I’ll make you walk back to the room with it still standing.”
Ajay: “Then you’d better walk behind me… because watching your ass will only make him thicker.”
Meera: “You’re leaking, aren’t you?”
Ajay: “Yes… and it’s your fault. These bouncing tits and that almost-see-through bikini have completely ruined me.”
His cock stayed stubbornly hard.
Meera suddenly turned and ran straight into the sea.
The first wave hit her thighs, then her hips, then her waist.
The white-and-blue bikini instantly clung to her body like a second skin.
The triangular tops moulded perfectly around her full breasts, the hard nipples now completely visible through the wet fabric.
The bottom became almost transparent, outlining the soft lips of her pussy and the smooth curve of her mound.
She turned back, eyes sparkling, and stretched her hand toward him.
“Come.”
Ajay walked into the water.
The moment he was close enough she pulled him deeper until the sea reached their chests.
Under the water her hand slipped inside his shorts, pushed the fabric down to his ankles, and wrapped around his hard cock.
She began stroking him slowly, firmly, the warm seawater making every movement silky and smooth.
Ajay’s hand found the side of her bikini bottom and slid inside.
His fingers traced the soft, bare skin of her pussy, then slipped between her lips, finding her already wet and warm.
He rubbed her clit in slow circles while she continued the steady underwater handjob.
Meera leaned in and whispered against his mouth,
“Don’t untie the strings…
If this bikini floats away we’ll have a real problem. Unless you want to show your pussy internationally ”
She kept the knots secure, but allowed his hand complete freedom inside the wet fabric.
Their bodies pressed together.
Her soft, wet breasts flattened against his chest.
His cock throbbed in her fist while his fingers worked deeper between her legs.
Around them other swimmers and beachgoers existed only as distant shapes.
Here, chest-deep in the sea, they had found a private, floating world.
Ajay looked at his wife — wet hair sticking to her cheeks, nipples clearly visible through the soaked bikini, eyes half-closed with pleasure — and felt a deep, grateful heat in his chest.
This was the same woman who once worried about bra straps and clinging leggings.
Now she was stroking his cock underwater in public, letting him finger her openly, completely unashamed.
He loved this version of her.
He loved the freedom she now carried in her body.
They stayed like that for a long time — kissing, touching, stroking, grinding slowly against each other beneath the surface — until nearly an hour had passed and the sun had begun to lower in the sky.
Only then did they slowly separate, adjust their clothes under the water, and begin walking back toward the shore, fingers still loosely linked, both of them quietly smiling.
It now stood rigid, clearly outlined against the thin fabric of his shorts, impossible to hide.
“Control your horse, darling… or are you planning to pitch a tent on the beach for everyone to see?.
There are people on the beach.”
I’m trying… but he’s very happy to see the bikini. He’s giving you a standing ovation. I’m trying to think of tax forms and old case files… but your bouncing breasts keep cancelling every boring thought.
Ajay tried to think of anything else — the flight home, the paperwork waiting, the old cases — but it was useless.
Meera: “Tell him this is not a private party.”
Ajay: “I did. He said the party started the moment you started running.”
Meera: “If it doesn’t go down, I’m leaving you here alone.”
Ajay: “He’s saying he’d rather stand at attention than miss another second of you.”
Meera: “Control that hard cock… people can see the outline.”
Ajay: “He’s not listening. He’s thinking about how wet your pussy must be inside that tiny bottom.”
Meera: “Keep it inside your shorts or I’ll make you walk back to the room with it still standing.”
Ajay: “Then you’d better walk behind me… because watching your ass will only make him thicker.”
Meera: “You’re leaking, aren’t you?”
Ajay: “Yes… and it’s your fault. These bouncing tits and that almost-see-through bikini have completely ruined me.”
His cock stayed stubbornly hard.
Meera suddenly turned and ran straight into the sea.
The first wave hit her thighs, then her hips, then her waist.
The white-and-blue bikini instantly clung to her body like a second skin.
The triangular tops moulded perfectly around her full breasts, the hard nipples now completely visible through the wet fabric.
The bottom became almost transparent, outlining the soft lips of her pussy and the smooth curve of her mound.
She turned back, eyes sparkling, and stretched her hand toward him.
“Come.”
Ajay walked into the water.
The moment he was close enough she pulled him deeper until the sea reached their chests.
Under the water her hand slipped inside his shorts, pushed the fabric down to his ankles, and wrapped around his hard cock.
She began stroking him slowly, firmly, the warm seawater making every movement silky and smooth.
Ajay’s hand found the side of her bikini bottom and slid inside.
His fingers traced the soft, bare skin of her pussy, then slipped between her lips, finding her already wet and warm.
He rubbed her clit in slow circles while she continued the steady underwater handjob.
Meera leaned in and whispered against his mouth,
“Don’t untie the strings…
If this bikini floats away we’ll have a real problem. Unless you want to show your pussy internationally ”
She kept the knots secure, but allowed his hand complete freedom inside the wet fabric.
Their bodies pressed together.
Her soft, wet breasts flattened against his chest.
His cock throbbed in her fist while his fingers worked deeper between her legs.
Around them other swimmers and beachgoers existed only as distant shapes.
Here, chest-deep in the sea, they had found a private, floating world.
Ajay looked at his wife — wet hair sticking to her cheeks, nipples clearly visible through the soaked bikini, eyes half-closed with pleasure — and felt a deep, grateful heat in his chest.
This was the same woman who once worried about bra straps and clinging leggings.
Now she was stroking his cock underwater in public, letting him finger her openly, completely unashamed.
He loved this version of her.
He loved the freedom she now carried in her body.
They stayed like that for a long time — kissing, touching, stroking, grinding slowly against each other beneath the surface — until nearly an hour had passed and the sun had begun to lower in the sky.
Only then did they slowly separate, adjust their clothes under the water, and begin walking back toward the shore, fingers still loosely linked, both of them quietly smiling.
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