She went shopping for a new bathing suit for our honeymoon. My wife is seductively modest. She knows what I like, and she holds back just enough to make getting into her panties a challenge. She enjoys it when I pursue her. She showed me her new suit, a simple, modest tankini with spaghetti straps. The bottoms were purple, and the top was white. It was classy and simple, catering to my tastes. What I did not know was that she had purchased the suit one size too small. I love how her bathing suit hugs her body and accentuates her curves and her ample breasts. This suit would accentuate in spades. And this was just one item she had in store for me.
After landing in Reno, the rental car agent offered us a free upgrade when he found out it was our honeymoon. The 4x4 SUV would prove useful in the snowy mountains. We headed out to Lake Tahoe, our chosen destination. It was the latter portion of March, with most of the spring breakers already departed and the town quieted for the dénouement of the season. We just caught the rental office before they closed, got the keys to our cabin, and proceeded to a quiet, wooded neighborhood on the California side of the state line, much quieter and less tourist-infested than the Nevada side. Our cabin was small and quaint, and the snow was undisturbed. Being a fan of tradition, I carried Vanessa across the threshold and gently laid her on the couch. My plan was to go get the bags, but she held on. We kissed passionately. As she pulled away, she smiled. Her smile is what drew me to her initially. Her smile lights up the room. Her eyes are a deep hazel that draws me in, mesmerizing me, and she uses them to own me.
"Let me go get the bags." I whispered. She acquiesced, letting me slip away. She then went about exploring our cabin. Simple, no frills. It's just what we wanted. Quiet, privacy, a fireplace.......and a hot tub. She knows how sexy she is when she's dripping wet. When we were first dating, we had attended a pool party at a friend's place. When we got back to my place, we sat on the porch and watched the thunderstorms in the distance, she still in her black one-piece, with cleavage heaving as she breathed in the night air. Later she would admit to me that she had noticed me staring at her at the pool party and knew I enjoyed seeing her in her bathing suit. She was teasing me, and it was a mental picture that stayed with me. With the lightning and thunder in the background, her eyes transfixed while we sat on the dark balcony, the stars glistened off her still-moist bosom, and I watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath, wishing I could peel that bathing suit off of her and taste of her sensuality.
After the bags were delivered to our bedroom, the car and front door locked, Vanessa asked if I wanted to enjoy the hot tub she had found. It was on the back porch, and the thought of the contrasting warm water and crisp, cold night air was enticing. I unpacked my swim trunks and noticed she was waiting on me.
"I'll be out in a bit. I have something to show you." She quietly said. I dutifully made my way outside, took the cover off of the hot tub, started the jets, and got in.
She came out of the back door in a thick terry cloth robe, understandable as it was a chilly 30-degree night in the mountains. I could just make out her shape. The yard was dark, save for a soft glow coming from the kitchen. She surprised me when she turned on the porch light. "I hope you like what you see, Babe." I wasn't sure what to expect. As she disrobed, I took in her every curve, accentuated by the tight purple bottoms and the too-small white top. Her ample breasts heaving as she breathed in the cold night air, her nipples erect, the details barely hidden behind the thin fabric. I was in awe, but there was more to come. As she slipped into the warm water, we embraced and kissed passionately. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and she held me tighter than we had ever embraced. As she pulled away from me, I noticed the surprise she had for me. She had taken the lining out of the white top, making it transparent when wet. I could see her small areolas surrounding her erect nipples, inviting me to enjoy them. My bride is a DD cup, and touching and kissing her breasts is my favorite pastime.
