Kelly looked at herself in the mirror, pulling the bottom of her bathing suit tight against her crotch and running her finger up the crevice between her labia. She stepped back and looked at the strip of fabric covering her crotch, but all she could really see was the gently rounded mound of her vulva. Nothing was clearly defined. It was just the rounded mound that existed between every woman's legs.
She looked again at her reflection, focusing on her breasts. Her nipples, in contrast to her vulva, were clearly visible. They were two nubs, clearly displayed under the light blue nylon fabric stretched across her breasts. She rubbed them a little, and they swelled from the stimulation. Now you could clearly see her puffy areolas as well. In fact, Kelly noticed, you could just about see through the fabric and view the contrast between the pink skin of her areolas and the pale white skin of her breasts. "Oh well," she thought. "I did it for them, I guess I'll have to do it for my crotch as well."
She peeled the just-bought, tight nylon tank suit, really a size too small, from her body. She glanced at herself in the mirror. "Not bad for forty," she thought. She still had her curves, even if she was 15 pounds heavier than she was in college. Her legs were well shaped, mostly from the daily walk she took; her bottom only sagged a little. Her breasts weren't enormous, but they had stayed a nice firm 34B in the 18 years since she'd graduated and married George. Her breasts, like her butt, sagged a little, but that only proved that they were real, she thought. They weren't hard and round and pointing out like the basketballs Joan Samson had installed the previous year. "There's something to be said about natural," she thought.
Kelly turned the suit inside out. She looked at the lining inside the chest. Two circles had been cut out of the sewn in bra and carefully hemmed so that her nipples and areolas would push out against the thin outer material of the bathing suit. She turned the suit in her hand so she could see the crotch. It was lined with a thin beige material. She tugged at it and saw that it was only sewn to the seams of the leg holes of the suit. Kelly picked up her sewing scissors, and with a few quick snips, the lining was gone.
She slipped back into the suit, carefully positioning her breasts so the nipples were in their holes, and pulling the crotch taught. She ran a finger between her labia. The fabric clung to her now, outlining her slit. "It's the classic peach shape," she thought. "Good." A few wisps of pubic hair poked out from under the edges of the suit.
"What am I doing?" Kelly said to herself. "Do I really want to go out like this?"
It had been two years since George had left her "to go find himself." "How stereotypical of him," she remembered thinking. George was now managing a fast food place in Haverton on the other side of the state. Kelly, on the other hand, had grown her temp service to three offices, had sold the tract house she and George had bought, and moved into a much-better built house in a trendy subdivision with a clubhouse, pool and tennis courts. Her offices each had excellent managers, and she spent most of her time now dealing with a select few old and valued clients and checking the books.
"You're doing this," she said out loud to herself, "because you're tired of being alone and horny. You've played it safe all your life. It's time to take some risks - especially erotically. You can do it in business, so do it with your personal life. And maybe if you let people see that you're a woman with all the operating parts, they'll get interested."
This mild bit of exhibitionism was the result of a challenge from her neighbor, Mandy. Kelly had been complaining, she thought confidentially, to Mandy a few days before about the sad state of her sex life. Mandy had leaned forward and the neck of her blouse had fallen open. "Look here," she had said. "This is why I have a sex life and you don't."
"They're not that big," Kelly had replied, glancing over at her friend.
"Look a little more," said Mandy.
Mandy looked a little more carefully. "My god!" she exclaimed. "What's with you? I can see you nipples!" And she could. Mandy was not wearing a bra and her breasts and their nipples, small, brown and erect, were clearly visible.
"Exactly," said Mandy smugly. "And because I let them be seen now and then, discreetly, but clearly, I have a sex life."
"You've got to be kidding," said Kelly.
"Not at all. And I bet if you'd show off a little, you'd get some attention. As a matter of fact, I will bet you. You come to the pool Saturday, in something that shows you off a little - something that lets people see your nipples or your crotch or whatever, and I'll introduce you to something that you'll never forget."
"What do you get if I don't do it?" Kelly asked.
"You buy me that expensive vibrator I showed you in the catalog," Mandy replied.
Kelly thought about it for a minute. "You're on," she said.
Now she just hoped that her cut-out suit was enough to win the bet.
Saturday came quickly, and that afternoon Kelly found herself in her newly-tailored suit arriving at the pool. There were a few families around, and the kids were playing in and around the pool. She picked out a lounge chair, spread her towel over it, and sat down. She read a few chapters of the romance novel she'd brought with her
"Hi Kelly, how's it going?"
It was Mandy. Kelly looked up at the brunette standing over her.
"Mind if I join you?" Mandy asked.
"Not at all," Kelly replied. "It was getting a little dull. I'd enjoy the company."
Mandy spread a towel over the next chair and sat down.
"What are you reading?" Mandy asked.
Kelly held up the book so Mandy could see the cover.
"Ooh, that's a hot one," Mandy said. "There were parts of that one that I read with only one hand."
"Mandy!" Kelly exclaimed.
"Oh come on, get off it," replied Mandy. "I can tell you're reacting to it. Look at you - your nipples are hard and before you moved your leg I could see that you were a little wet."
Kelly became very aware that her suit really was a little small for her, and even more aware that her nipples and vulva were very clearly outlined by the material that clung tightly to her body. She was also aware that Mandy wasn't entirely wrong about the book - it was hot and she had been reading a particularly good bit.
"So what's with the suit?" Mandy asked.
"What do you mean what's with the suit? It's a bathing suit," Kelly replied.
"Yeah, it's a bathing suit, all right," said Mandy. "But it's a bathing suit that's a size too small and it tells the world exactly what your nipples and crotch look like."
"Well, I want to win our bet."
"Ok," Mandy said. "If you want to win the bet, get in the pool."
"But the water's cold," said Kelly. She glanced down at herself and realized that the pale blue suit, when it got wet, really needed the linings she had cut out.
"Yeah, right, the water's cold," said Mandy sarcastically. "If you want to win the bet get in the water."
Reluctantly, Kelly got up and walked over to the pool. She tugged a little at the leg band of the suit, which was riding up.
"Leave that alone!" said Mandy.
