[Beachheadache]

Hi there,

seeing I have a few minutes to spare I will post the incident about Pam's bikini adventure or should I say misadventure. I kept my eyes and hears open to see what happened next...

Two weeks later...

Pam was sunbathing in her garden. It was quite private thanks to a high fence, hedges and a few overgrown bushes. if she had looked so hot that in that nightie weeks before she looked even hotter now in a black bikini. she was lying on her stomach, her hands under her chin, her back bare and her bikini untied. After a little while David came down beside her. He was fully dressed making her seem even more naked and vulnerable. He had brought a bottle of sunblock with him and began to massage it into her skin. Unseen from my vantage point I could see that his touch was having the same effect as before, no matter how hard she fought it, she begun to get turned on.

He kept his nerve and his patience until he was sure she was passed caring and pulled her bikini from under her. Pam almost tried to stand but was too modest and scared in case anyone would see; even with the privacy they had, they could still be overlooked from other houses close by. He tossed her top just out of reach and enjoyed the spectacle (as I did too - sorry) of her trying to preserve her modesty while trying to grab her top at the same time.

Distracted by that, she could only shriek as he moved behind her and grabbed her bikini bottoms and tried to pull them down. Being topless was no big deal compared to losing her bottoms and being completely naked. She grabbed the waistband with both hands and refused to let go. David tried to prise her hands free but she refused to let go and for all his desire to have her naked and humiliated he didn't want to hurt her.

His smile told me he had plan. While still trying to get her bottoms down with one hand, he managed to get her top with the other. Pam froze as he looped her top about her wrists and tied them together. I had expected her to scream or shriek at him, but her lips moved but no sound came out. Her fingers loosened and he pulled her bottoms down slowly, pausing fleetingly at her hips, thighs, knees, and ankles before pulling them off completely.

He had won and she knew it. She was softly pleading with him to pull them back up while she seemed more determined to push herself so far into the tartan blanket that she would disappear from the sight of anyone seeing her like this. Instead, he playfully slapped her pale and sexy white ass, then twisted her bikini bottoms then put them back on her so they tied her ankles almost together.

He said he was going to get them a drink but it was an excuse to leave her alone, exposed and humiliated. I had expected him to leave her like that but rather tenderly he kissed her neck, pulled the blanket from under her and covered her with. Anyone seeing her would think she was taking a summer nap in the garden, not that she was naked and helpless and restrained by her own swimsuit. when he left, she tried to get free, but gave up when the blanket began to reveal too much of predicament. She lay still, her forehead pressed onto the cool green grass.

When he came back about twenty minutes later, there were no drinks in his hands but there was the whirr of the motorwind of a camera. eventually he untied her and she regained a little of her confidence but she was naked and he knew how to use that. She wanted her bikini back but he gave her the blanket instead as he pushed her swimsuit into his pocket. He told her to wear that or nothing at all. she gave in and left the garden with him.

about an hour later I passed their front door, close to their garden gate was the tartan blanket...


Until next time...