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30 Days, 30 Stories: Story #25
The Girl in the White Bikini
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“Does she always wear so little clothing?”
Niklas looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading. His sister Ylva was standing by the sliding glass door, clutching her bathrobe around her slim frame. “Does who always wear so little clothing?” But he knew she meant Laney. Ylva had been complaining since Laney’s arrival.
“Your new one.”
“She has a name you know.”
“I’m aware of that. I simply don’t remember it.”
“Her name is Laney.”
“What kind of name is that anyway?”
“I expect it’s the kind her parents gave her.” He said and winked at his sister. He set aside the paper and pushed his chair away from the table. Outside, he could see Laney standing at the foot of the path to the beach. The white bikini she was wearing had seemed so perfect when they were on the beaches of Long Island. But here in Yngsjö…well, perhaps it wasn’t quite ideal. It showed off her assets in a way that made Niklas’s mouth water. He was glad they were staying in the small guest cottage this visit. When she was done bathing, maybe he could convince her to strip for him as she had on Fire island and rinse the sand off her naked skin in the secluded outdoor shower.
“That bikini looks like something from a porn film.”
“Now you’re exaggerating, Ylva,” Niklas laughed. “And what do you know about porn films? Have you ever even seen one?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Nicky. Everything is on display.”
“That’s generally the point of a bikini.”
“What about the children?”
“What children? My kids are back in Stockholm. Your son isn’t even here. He’s still in Malmö.”
“No, but Hugo is coming tomorrow. I don’t really think it’s appropriate for her to dress like that if there’s going to be a teenager around.”
Niklas shook his head. He was fairly certain his nineteen-year-old nephew had seen far worse things in life than a beautiful woman whose skin glowed bronze in the afternoon sunlight, jumping around in the waves of Hanö Bay.
“You worry too much, Ylva,” Niklas said with a laugh. “Hugo probably won’t even notice Laney.”
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“Does she always wear so little clothing?”
Niklas looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading. His sister Ylva was standing by the sliding glass door, clutching her bathrobe around her slim frame. “Does who always wear so little clothing?” But he knew she meant Laney. Ylva had been complaining since Laney’s arrival.
“Your new one.”
“She has a name you know.”
“I’m aware of that. I simply don’t remember it.”
“Her name is Laney.”
“What kind of name is that anyway?”
“I expect it’s the kind her parents gave her.” He said and winked at his sister. He set aside the paper and pushed his chair away from the table. Outside, he could see Laney standing at the foot of the path to the beach. The white bikini she was wearing had seemed so perfect when they were on the beaches of Long Island. But here in Yngsjö…well, perhaps it wasn’t quite ideal. It showed off her assets in a way that made Niklas’s mouth water. He was glad they were staying in the small guest cottage this visit. When she was done bathing, maybe he could convince her to strip for him as she had on Fire island and rinse the sand off her naked skin in the secluded outdoor shower.
“That bikini looks like something from a porn film.”
“Now you’re exaggerating, Ylva,” Niklas laughed. “And what do you know about porn films? Have you ever even seen one?”
“You know exactly what I mean, Nicky. Everything is on display.”
“That’s generally the point of a bikini.”
“What about the children?”
“What children? My kids are back in Stockholm. Your son isn’t even here. He’s still in Malmö.”
“No, but Hugo is coming tomorrow. I don’t really think it’s appropriate for her to dress like that if there’s going to be a teenager around.”
Niklas shook his head. He was fairly certain his nineteen-year-old nephew had seen far worse things in life than a beautiful woman whose skin glowed bronze in the afternoon sunlight, jumping around in the waves of Hanö Bay.
“You worry too much, Ylva,” Niklas said with a laugh. “Hugo probably won’t even notice Laney.”
