Living with a Nympho - Playing in Playa Part 2.
More playing in Playa
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"What do you think? Is this going to win me the $500 first prize?"
Kelly came out of our bathroom wearing a tiny gold lamΓ© bikini. At least I think it was gold lamΓ©. There was so little fabric that it was hard to tell.
"It looks amazing, but only because it's you wearing it," I answered.
It might have seemed like the perfect boyfriend response, but it was also objectively true. The bikini accented Kelly's perfectly proportioned breasts, and barely covered her gorgeous pussy. It also complemented the tan she'd been developing over the past few days.
"I'm loving this new relationship," I continued. "Every day I get to see you in something new that makes you even more attractive to me."
"I used to wear it at work all the time, especially on nights when I really needed to make a lot of money," she replied. "I think the guys really liked seeing me in it."
"Almost as much as they liked seeing you out of it," I joked, feeling a bit more free to reference her past as a stripper now that she'd told me she wanted to go back to it part-time.
"Obviously the top will have to go during the contest. Do you think they'll let me wear this?" Kelly asked, pulling a sheer white crop top over her head. It was cut to expose a ton of side boob.
"I'm not exactly an expert on the rulebook for wet t-shirt contests, but I'm thinking they'll decide that gives you an unfair advantage over the other girls. But feel free to wear it any time around me!"
"We should probably get going," Kelly said, leaving on the crop top and wrapping a sarong around her waist. "I'm going to need a few drinks before I get up there. It's probably going to be a bunch of young blonde sluts with fake tits, and nobody's going to even notice me."
"May I remind you that you used to work with a bunch of young blonde sluts with fake tits at the club, and you were always made a ton more money than they did. And you're not exactly ancient!"
We left the hotel and walked to the beach club, arriving about half an hour before the contest was due to begin. Kelly checked in with the staffer who'd put an abrupt end to her impromptu striptease a day earlier, while I flagged down a waiter and ordered a couple of jumbo margaritas.
Kelly was a bit on edge and started downing her drink pretty hard.
"Sometimes I worry that you're going to get tired of all this," she said. "I understand how a lot of men would like a woman who wants to fuck all the time and show off her body in public, but is that enough for a guy like you who has so much going for him?"
"Stop right there," I interrupted. "
You're
what I have going for me. Yes, you love fucking as much as I do, and I know you love to let the world see how beautiful and sexy you are. I'm so happy you're comfortable doing that, because it reflects well on me."
"But there's so much more," I continued. "You're fun and caring and smart. May I remind you you're going back to get your Master's in a few weeks? Those chicks have nothing on you," I added, nodding in the direction of a group of women who were signing up for the contest. Kelly had been right. They were all blonde bimbos with big fake tits, with one exception: a brunette bimbo with gigantic fake tits.
"Thanks Baby," she said, draining her margarita as the DJ called all the contestants to gather by the stage. I'd barely put a dent in mine, so she grabbed my straw and took in another big mouthful before getting up to join the others.
As I'd suspected, the beach club was handing out identical white t-shirts for the contest. The ladies were asked to turn their backs to the audience, slip out of their bathing suit tops and put on their shirt.
"Welcome to the Mariachi Beach Club's weekly wet t-shirt contest," the DJ announced. "We have five gorgeous ladies taking part this afternoon. They all want that $500 first prize, so the competition will be wet and wild. Speaking of wet, we need some help in getting these women hosed down. So I'd like to invite their partners to come up to do the honours."
I'd had no idea I'd be involved in the contest beyond watching my sexy girlfriend take part. Now I was going to have a ringside seat.
"Ladies, you're going to be judged on your looks and your dance moves. Your t-shirt must remain on at all times...."
"At least until the end of the contest," a drunk guy to my right called out.
"At least until the end of the contest," the DJ laughed. "The only other rule is that if you end up in the pool, you're eliminated. Otherwise, you're welcome to use every trick in the book to impress our panel of judges here, who just happen to be the luckiest guys in Mexico. Now please line up here on the edge of our pool."
Kelly was in the middle of the line, next to a blonde with big bolt-on's who appeared to be the leader of a posse of other plastic-looking tarts. Kelly's firm nipples were pressed against the flimsy white fabric, and the alcohol had clearly eliminated any of her inhibitions. She looked at me with a combination of urgency and lust.
The beach club staff handed a hose to me and the other participants' male partners, and the DJ started counting down from 10. While he did so, I adjusted the sprayer setting to the mid-range, and I was glad I did. When the contest began, one of the guys hit his girlfriend β the brunette with the giant rack β with a blast of water. She screamed and fell backwards into the pool.
"Contestant number two is eliminated," the DJ called out.
She was mighty pissed as she emerged from the water, but judging by the way the t-shirt was clinging to her massive globes, I understood why that rule was in place.
Meanwhile, I kept a steady stream aimed at Kelly. She drew on her stripping experience as she squeezed her breasts and ran her hand over her crotch, all the while maintaining eye contact with the judges and audience. The other women didn't do much more than stand there and squeal as their partners continued to douse them.
Although her three remaining competitors were almost interchangeable with their fake tits and Botoxed lips, the one I'd identified as the leader of the pack looked as if she fully expected to win. She had the largest cheering section, and she was shooting dirty looks at the other contestants, which seemed to intimidate her friends. Kelly just ignored her and turned her sensuality up a notch, at one point turning around, bending over, and running her fingers over the tiny string that barely covered her pussy.