"Come on Sugar Daddy," she teased. "If you plan on fucking me like this all week I'm going to need some new things to wear. And you better plan to keep fucking me like this."
I laughed, stumbling a bit as I pulled up my shorts, then I pulled on a polo short and grabbed my wallet. Clasping her hand I led us back out to the pool area along the walk to the lobby and hotel store.
"Try to control yourself in the store, you perv," Mallory said as we entered the lobby.
"You never let me have any fun."
"Behave here and your luck may change," she said and kissed my cheek.
In truth, the store was pretty much a giant hard on for me, at least the corner we were drawn to. It's true, my taste in bikinis is old school, but there was nothing the resort wasn't selling. She was drawn to hangars of leopard skin colors and already so cat-like all I could do was nod when she spun to show me one.
"That'll work," I said, trying to be cool. Then a light blue string bikini with triangle cups caught my eye. I reached for it and Mallory stopped me to take it herself.
"Don't touch, you'll get cum all over it."
I laughed so hard the woman at the counter looked over at us, about Mallory's age, wearing her own resort version of khaki shorts and a polo shirt.
"See what you did, now she's on her way over," Mallory said.
Slight and blonde, with perky b-cups turning up her shirt and sweetly pushing up a name tag reading "Katey," she stepped over to the rack on Mallory's left.
"Are you folks finding everything OK?" she asked. I swore I saw her lick her upper lip quickly. That's when I knew there was no chance she'd mistake us for father and daughter. I was now in Sugar Daddy territory.
"Well, he's kind of a prude with bikinis, so what have you got with fuller bottoms?"
"I think you look like a man with good taste, and we have plenty in these shelves. She picked up a pink pair, and held them against Mallory's hips. "You'd fit these well, we have a lot of tops to go with them, too, everything from barely there to sports bras for support."
By now Katey was looking all over Mallory's body and I was getting hard yet again.
"You have such rounded breasts, too, I would love to have those."
"I think a bandeau top is a good idea, what about you, baby?'
All I could do was not, I was already resisting the urge to melt to the floor.
"Come back this way a bit," Katey said and she took Mallory's wrist with her left hand. "Let's have a look together, we'll be right back."
Off they went, with me looking a little sheepish and a lot horny. I considered getting a beer, but this was way better than alcohol even though I couldn't hear them except for a couple of laughs. As they headed to the dressing room, Mallory turned and waved with a couple of fingers. When she slipped inside the room, Katey turned and winked, too, giving me a glimpse of her ass, a bit thinner than Mallory's.
I looked around the rest of the shop, resisting the temptation to get closer to the dressing room. After about 20 minutes they came out grinning, shoulder together as they moved toward me. Mallory's hands were empty, but Katey held on to the leopard spot and blue string bikinis.
"We saw a few that will be awesome for Mallory. But not all of them were that perfect fit, so I'm going to check what we have in the back."
"Cool," I said. "Do you want us to swing back when everything's ready?"
Well, Mallory gave me your room number, she may need some more help fitting them so I'll come by in an hour or so."
My grip on the rack tightened, and Mallory smiled as she wrapped an arm around Katey.
"Gotta love the personalized service at this place," she said.
"Thanks, Katey," I said, stepping forward. "I'm Charlie, by the way."
Mallory was turning to leave and I was a step behind her when Katey tugged me back. On tiptoe, I felt her tongue almost in my ear. "You should buy her new panties, too. The ones she's wearing got a little wet. See you soon."
I knew I was blushing when I caught up with Mallory.
