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The conversion 5
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Ms. Maria looked at herself with the tiny bikini I had given her to take her to the beach. She said she thought it was too small, and was worried someone she knew would recognize her.
I told her she looked fantastic. Moreover, fashion had changed in the years that had passed since she had last gone to the beach. I reassured this style was now quite common. Finally, I told her we were not going to the beach in town, but to a remote beach in a reserve park that was much, much nicer. I even showed her pictures in my cell phone. She still looked unconvinced, but she clearly was excited by the prospect of going. She took off her bikini and carefully folded it. I left that afternoon and rented a scooter in town. I brought it back and put it in the backyard.
The following morning I woke up earlier than usual, as I was excited about the trip. So was Maria. I told her we needed to leave early, and asked her to wash some fruits and make a couple of sandwiches in addition to the usual breakfast.
We ate, and then quickly showered. She again needed some help putting on the bikini top, whose small triangles could only cover the large nipples and a bit of surrounding breast, leaving most of the flesh exposed. She put on the thong and made sure it covered her vulva, and I pulled the back part between her butt cheeks until it sat appropriately. She then put on the white cotton beach dress and the white plastic sandals. I gave her another gift, a pair of maxi sunglasses with very dark glasses and a thick, white plastic rim. With this and her hair down she felt anonymized enough. I put on a speedo bathing suit, shorts, and a t-shirt and my flip flops. We put a couple of bath towels, bottles of water and the food in a large tote, took the scooter out and left without any of the neighbors seeing us.
On the road, Maria tightly grabbed my waist. We rode for about an hour bahis siteleri canlı and encountered the sign I was looking for. A dirt path led to the beach. We rode for another ten minutes or so and finally arrived at a clearing. It was the parking lot. There was no one there. We walked a path among lush vegetation and finally came upon a spectacular beach. The sea was turquoise blue, calm and clear. The sand was like sugar. The coconut palms and lush trees came to the very edge in some places, in other, spectacular rocks formations met the water.
We walked a bit and set the towels in the sand. I took off my t-shirt and shorts and left it in the tote. Maria looked around, and with some hesitancy removed her beach dress and sandals. The hot neon magenta bikini contrasted beautifully with her brown skin, which had become tanned to a deep caramel color. The small triangles on the top wrapped around the nipple area, leaving the rest of her long, large breasts uncovered, and free to move around. The thong was barely discernible on the front, at the very lowest part of her belly, while the Y on the back left her magnificent, enormous buttocks totally exposed. We walked along the beach back and forth and enjoyed the views. We then got in the clear, refreshing water. She still remembered how to swim, very likely helped by the massive flotation devices built into her chest and buttocks. We enjoyed the water for a while and got out.
When we left, I noticed that the padding on the bikini I had bought her did not appear to be particularly thick. The cloth had become slightly see-through when wet, and the outline of her areolas, and the nipple itself, was now easily discernible. In the bottom, the cloth also adhered to her protuberant inner labia and slightly outlined them. She seemed oblivious to the fact and I elected not to make her aware. We laid on the towels and soaked up sun.
The beach casino siteleri was remote and with no facilities, but after about a half hour other two couples had arrived and placed themselves on either end of the beach, while we were in the middle. They were far enough not to be recognizable. We spent another hour or so in the sun, and then decided to go swim again to freshen ourselves. By then other people had arrived, although the beach was fairly deserted still. There was even a vendor, a young man with a small cooler. We decided to go check it out and were delighted to see it was homemade fruit popsicles. I went to the tote, got some change and came back to find Maria already sucking on one of them. We made some smalll chat with the vendor. I noticed one of the other couples walking towards us as well. They looked to be in their late 50’s. The man had long, loose shorts, thick sunglasses and a cap, and the woman a wide-brimmed hat, dark glasses and a demure one-piece swimsuit with a skirt. The guy asked “…how much? from a distance.
I noticed Maria became suddenly tense when she heard the voice. Two seconds later the couple was diagonally to us. The guy clearly was trying hard not to look at Maria too closely, as he knew his wife was right there. She looked at the near-nude Maria with an air of disapproval. The vendor handed them their popsicles. The guy looked back at Maria, who seemed to be looking straight at the trees ahead, frozen. The crucifix buried between her tits seemed to give him enough confirmation and said
“…excuse me…Maria..?”
She turned and said with a trembling voice
“…oh!…Deacon Perez…how are you…didn’t recognize you with the sunglasses…”
She made it easy for him, who also retorted he didn’t recognize her with sunglasses and hair down ( and most likely, although he didn’t say, it that instead of the loose, long-sleeve church dress she now wore a tiny, canlı casino semi-sheer thong bikini on her voluptuous body).
The deacon’s wife seemed even more mortified now, realizing her husband knew the semi-nude slut with the too-small thong.
They continued exchanging nervous small talk, when I realized the poor deacon was getting a raging hard-on. Small dicks and loose shorts make a bad combination, and his were so loose that they had allowed the small penis to go fully hard and horizontal.
The deacon’s wife was now mortified beyond pale. Me, the scene was just too funny and hot to not react. My dick, until now snugly in my speedo, began to engorge as well. I felt the tension as the elastic cloth tried to tame my schlong. The deacon’s wife looked and averted her gaze, but could not keep from giving glances to my dick, to Maria’s nipples, to her husband, who tried not to look in vain. Finally, they excused themselves and left for their camp, and we did as well.
Maria was thoroughly preoccupied with the fact that her church deacon had seen her in that outfit. What was everyone going to say?!
I told her that nothing should change, she was a good church member, for one, and two, she was not going to church wearing the thong. Many women did the same. The fact that a couple other women on the beach gave her some consolation. We ate our food.
A few moments later, I heard a voice call me. It Juan, who was one of my buddies from the relief agency, a local guy. I had asked her to join us. Maria politely greeted him. He was a young, tall, athletic guy who was a teacher at a local school. He took off his t-shirt and shorts and sported a pair of short, tight swim trunks. I noticed Maria could not help look at his package. I was turning her into a great slut! She seemed at ease with him and we spent a fun afternoon talking, swimming and sunning. I was amused at the periodic looks the deacon and his wife gave us from a distance.
Finally, the afternoon came. We all decided to turn back. We got dressed, and Maria and I got on our scooter. Juan asked if we wanted to have a few beers, and I had an idea. I told him to follow us in his scooter.
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