I work retail. More specifically, I work in a small boutique shop on the edge of a northeast beach town that sells clothing of all kinds. You can find anything from a formal suit to lingerie and everything in between. However, with the weather warming up, and the public beaches set to open soon, our shop was now almost overcrowded with swimwear. One-pieces, bikinis, speedos; if it can be loosely classified as a swimsuit, we probably have it, and I probably folded it.

It’s getting late. The sunlight outside the store windows is starting to turn golden and the number of pedestrians is beginning to thin. My fingers drumb a beat behind the checkout counter while I scroll on my phone, killing time until the store closes. It’s been a pretty slow day. The weather has been nice, but it’s not warm enough for summer crowds. It also probably doesn’t help that all of our window displays are of people wearing swimsuits and holding boogie boards, while anyone with any sense is still wearing pants and some sort of jacket.

I’m just beginning to resolve myself to getting off my phone and starting to close up, when I hear the tinkle of the bell from the door opening. I look up to see you, a little surprised to have someone come in this close to closing and after an already slow day.

So there’s the prompt. I’m looking for someone to play the swimsuit shopper come to browse. I was thinking that you could try a few suits on and maybe you catch me sneaking a peak. We start to flirt and one thing leads to another. I’m also open to whatever twists to the story you might want to add. When you reach out to me mention your favorite type of swimsuit so I know you’ve read this.

Kinks: Oral (giving and receiving) tit jobs, cum shots, risky sex, joi, edging, realistic bodies, creampies, voyeurism

Limits: violence, gore, noncon, underage, bathroom stuff, your typical list