Bikini Blunder - (A wardrobe malfunction oops moment)

A slightly erotic tale about two friends, a wardrobe malfunction that leads to an 'oops' moment and further revelations.

Slightly Erotic

My friend Sarah had gone on holiday to Spain for ten days, tasking me to look after her two cats: Bonnie and Clyde. It wasn’t an onerous assignment, Sarah lived fairly close to me and I only had to pop round a couple of times a day to make sure they were okay, had food and water, and to clean out their litter tray. Sarah messaged a few times whilst she was away to ensure everything was okay – which it was. As a matter of course, I also checked on her house to ensure it was fine, and put the wheelie bin out.

Although Sarah was single (and straight), there was no romantic or sexual connection between us: we were friends and neighbours, no more. That said, Sarah was quite attractive, and I did fancy her. Unfortunately, she had shown no interest in me and I guessed it wasn’t worth pursuing anything other than friendship.

Sarah had blue eyes and a pleasant smile; shoulder length fair hair, that she usually wore in a ponytail. She was about five foot six inches tall, with what would be considered a slim to ‘hour-glass’ figure. She had evenly proportioned bust and hips, with a well-defined waist narrower than both. She often wore tight jeans which accentuated her rounded buttocks and slender legs.

She wasn’t particularly outgoing or adventurous, in fact she was normally quite shy and reserved; so it had come as something as a surprise when she had announced that she was going on holiday to the Mediterranean. She had gone with a couple of female friends.

On the day that Sarah was due home, I’d not long got back from checking on the cats when she called to say that she was back. She confirmed that everything was fine and asked me if I fancied calling in for a drink, and to collect a little gift that she’d got me by way of a thank you for looking after everything. I agreed to return in about an hour to give her time to unpack.

It was just on the hour when I arrived at Sarah’s. Although I’d still got her spare front door key, I thought it best to knock. Sarah answered the door and invited me in. Bonnie and Clyde ran to me, purring.

“I can see you’ve made friends.” Sarah laughed, “I hope they’ve been well behaved?”

“No problem at all.” I confirmed, bending down to make a fuss of the cats.

“That’s good. Drink?” Sarah asked, “Rioja okay?”

“That’s great.” I said, “I expect you’ve got used to that?”

“We had a few.” Sarah chuckled.

Sarah came back out of her kitchen with two large glasses of red wine. She handed me one, and said, “Salud!”

“Cheers!’ I replied, and we clinked our glasses together.

“Thank you for looking after everything, especially these two rogues.’ she said, indicating the cats. They had lost interest in me now that they’d realised I wasn’t going to feed them or make a fuss of them.

“No problem. Anytime.” I said, “ I take it you had a good time?” I continued.

“It was great thanks. Let me tell you all about it.” she said enthusiastically.

We both sat down on the sofa and Sarah regaled me with a colourful account of her holiday. Which, to precis, seemed to consist of eating, drinking and sunbathing. I could see that her face was quite tanned, and her hair a shade or two lighter than normal. However, she was wearing faded-blue denim jeans and a tight-fitting white top with long sleeves that obscured the rest of her. She'd pulled her hair back in a ponytail secured with a scrunchie.

“I can see from your face that you’ve caught the sun.” I said, “I’m surprised you’re not showing your tan off more.” I continued.

“I’ve not changed since I got back.” Sarah said, “And it was quite chilly at the airport when we arrived.”

“Well make the most of it. With the weather we’ve been having, your tan won’t last long.” I said.

“That’s a shame.” Sarah sighed, “It’s probably the most tanned I’ve ever been in my life.”

“Well hopefully you’ll at least get a few days to show it off before it fades.” I said.

“I hope so, I’m quite proud of it.” Sarah said, “Would you like to see it?” she continued.

Before I had chance to answer, she had stood up.

"I'll pop into the bedroom and get changed into something that shows it off a bit better. Feel free to help yourself to more wine, there’s plenty in the kitchen.” she said, “I’m ahead of you, and I already feel a bit tipsy.” she continued, slightly slurred.

I went into the kitchen and found the wine, pouring us out two large glasses. Sarah lived close enough that I could walk home; so there was no issue with drink driving. I returned to the living room. Soon after, Sarah emerged from her bedroom. I nearly choked on my wine when I saw her. She’d changed into what I believe is called a ‘triangle bikini’. It was pale purple – lilac I suppose you’d say - in colour, and featured a daring triangle top with padded cups that pushed up and supported her ample boobs, and a string tie at the back. The bottoms, also triangular, were daringly cut with a low-rise waist and a string tie to both sides; they were cheekily shaped to emphasise her cute bottom. To be honest, they didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Wow!” I exclaimed on first seeing her.

“Well? What do you think?” she asked.

“Gorgeous!” I said. Although I think she was referring to her tan, whereas I was relating to the whole package.

“Thank you.” she said, “As you can tell, I virtually lived in a bikini.”

As she spoke she gave a twirl so that I could see her from behind. Her peachy bottom peeked out from the lilac material. She was evenly bronzed all over.

“You’re certainly brown.” I observed, taking in the view, as she turned back to face me, "It suits you.” I continued.

The pale purple of the material set off her coffee-coloured skin delightfully.

“I told you; I’ve never been so dark.” she said, sounding joyfully elated.

“And no white bits?” I joked.

As I said it I pulled playfully at the side tie of her bikini bottoms. To my astonishment - and Sarah’s horror – the knot fell easily undone and her bikini bottoms came off in my hand. We both gasped as it happened, and Sarah quickly grabbed at the tiny garment, but too late. We now stood facing each other; me clutching the lilac material of her bikini bottoms, and Sarah, naked from the waist down, with her hands in front of her most intimate area. It seemed like time stood still as we faced each other, but it was probably no more than a second or two.

“I’m so sorry!” I eventually managed to say, completely flustered, and embarrassed by what had just occurred. “I didn’t mean to do that.” I added truthfully.

I’d genuinely only given the string a tiny, mischievous tug. Sarah blushed profusely, mortified by what had happened.

“Well this is embarrassing!" she exclaimed, "In the rush to put it on, I only tied it with a simple, single bow.” she explained, almost apologetically, as if she’d somehow been to blame.

“I hadn’t realised.” I said, “I’m so sorry.” I repeated.

“I wasn’t expecting you to pull it off.” she said, trying to be relaxed about it, but failing.

“And I honestly wasn’t expecting it to come off.” I said guiltily, “It was only meant as a joke.”

“Well. This is awkward.” she said, adding coyly, “Did you actually see it when they came off?” emphasing the ‘it’.

“See what?” I replied naively, not grasping what she meant.

“You know?” Sarah added, “It?”.

“It?” I repeated, still baffled.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” Sarah asked exasperated, “My pussy. Did you see my pussy?” she continued bashfully.

Bizarrely I hadn’t even thought of that. It had all happened so quickly. Now I recalled that, as the bottoms came off in my hand, I had seen a brief flash of white flesh, and I remember thinking to myself that she still had some ‘white bits’. Then Sarah’s hands were there covering everything up. I tried to recollect if I’d seen anymore. I somehow knew that she was smooth ‘down there’, so I must have had at least a glimpse. My hesitation in replying to her fuelled Sarah’s suspicion.

“You did, didn’t you?” she said, sounding horrified at the prospect, "Oh my God! You've seen my pussy!"

“I may have.” I admitted ashamedly, “But if I did, it wasn’t for long.” I tried to sound reassuring.

To say the conversation was odd was an understatement. We stood opposite each other with hardly any distance between us. Sarah was dressed in just a tiny bikini top and nothing else; her bottom half was completely naked. She’d kept her hands down in front of her pubic region throughout, hiding her modesty. I was still holding her bikini bottoms; it hadn’t even crossed my mind to offer them back. To be fair, Sarah was so occupied with keeping her intimate parts covered, that she hadn’t tried to retrieve her bottoms, nor even ask for them. Without thinking, I’d been staring at the marvelous view before me, whereas I should have done the decent thing and averted my eyes. Truth is: I was transfixed. Since Sarah had raised concerns about what I may or may not have seen, I now desperately wanted to see ‘it’!

“No need to stare.” Sarah said, discomforted at where I was looking, and fearful of what I’d already seen.

“Sorry.” I said, “But you look gorgeous.” I continued, not averting my eyes.

“Thank you.” she said, “But I never intended to show you this much.” she continued. Again trying to be light-hearted.

I was now in something of a dilemma. I’d got over the initial embarrassment, indeed guilt, of what I’d done. I’d seen so much; yet I wanted to see more, and I knew I’d never get a better opportunity. Blood had rushed to my groin, and I had developed an erection. I was desperately trying to think of a way of maneuvering the situation so that I got another look at ‘it’, hopefully for longer this time. Perhaps if I were to offer her bikini bottoms back she’d move her hands away to grab them, and give me another glimpse? I was still musing over the possibilities when Sarah said something that took me completely off guard.

“You ought to show me yours.” she said, quite timidly.

“What?” I said, surprised. Although I’d heard what she’d said, I couldn’t compute what she actually meant.

“You heard. You ought to show me yours.” she repeated, slightly more confidently.

"What do you mean?” I asked, still not comprehending.

“How does the saying go? ‘I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.’” she recited, “Well, I’ve shown you mine, so now you should show me yours.”

“Are you serious?” I questioned, not believing what she was saying, "You're kidding right?"

“Of course I'm serious. It's only fair.” she said rationally, “I want you to feel as embarrassed as I do.”

“But…” I hesitated.

“Are you going all shy on me?” she mocked.

“No, but I never really got a good look at yours.” I explained.

“But you did pull my bikini bottoms off, and you did see it?” she reasoned.

“Yes I did, but I didn’t intend to. And I may have seen it, but I only got a glimpse.” I said desperately.

“Well I want a glimpse of yours now.” she taunted, “Come on.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked resignedly.

“Just drop your jeans.” she said, “I assume you’ve got pants on underneath?” she asked.

“Boxers, yes” I clarified.

“Okay. Just drop your jeans and pull your boxers down.” she said, “Let me see what you’ve got down there.”

“Seriously?” I questioned.

“Seriously!” she retorted, “Come on. Fair’s fair!”

I could see from her expression that she was resolute. If she really wanted to see it, I guess I owed her that for the humiliation I’d caused her.

“Okay. I’ll do it.” I said, “But only a glimpse, mind.”

“Great!” she exclaimed, “I’m looking forward to this!” She was quite giggly.

I put her bikini bottoms down on the sofa behind me, well out of Sarah’s reach. I moved my hands to my midriff and unbuckled my belt. I then unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and slid the zip fly down. I eased my jeans from my hips and pulled them down, letting them fall to my ankles. As I stood in front of her in just my black boxers, I could see she was staring at my bulge. I could also see that her nipples had hardened and her bikini top was containing a couple of 'pokies'.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked.

“What do you mean?" I replied.

"Have you got an erection?” she persisted.

"Yes, I have.” I responded, blushing.

“Let’s see it then!” she said excitedly.

I slid my left hand inside my boxers and cupped it over my erect member and my ball sac. I then used my right hand to adroitly lower my boxers until they too were around my ankles. My left hand kept everything hidden from view.

“I can’t see it.” she said disappointedly, “Take your hand away.”

I lowered my hand slightly so she could get a glimpse of the base of my member but no more.

“There. You’ve now seen about as much of mine as I’ve seen of yours.” I said defiantly.

“I want to see more.” she quipped.

“Now you know how I feel.” I retorted.

“Are you embarrassed?” Sarah asked.

“Of course.” I replied, I could sense my face reddening as I stood there.

“Now you know how I feel!” Sarah said, echoing my earlier remark.

“Fair point. Well made.” I conceded. “As you want to see more of mine, and I want to see more of yours, how about we just take our hands away and give each other a proper look?” I offered by way of a compromise.

“I admit I would like to see more of it.” Sarah confessed.

“I’ll do it if you will?” I proposed.

“I’m not sure. I’ve already shown you a lot more than I’m comfortable with.” Sarah hesitated.

“A little bit more won’t hurt then will it?” I said, trying to persuade her.

“Do I have to take my hands completely away and show you everything?” she asked anxiously.

“Yes. And I’ll do the same.” I said.

“How long for?” she asked, delaying the moment of decision.

“A couple of minutes or so?” I suggested, “Long enough to get a proper look.”

“As long as that?” she queried, delaying longer.

“Just a minute then?” I said, trying to bring her procrastination to an end.

“Okay. A minute will be plenty.” she said, “I’m nervous. You go first.”

“It should be ladies first.” I countered.

“No. Age before beauty.” she retorted.

“How about I count to three, and on ‘three’ we both take our hands away at the same time?” I suggested.

“Okay.” Sarah said apprehensively.

“Ready?” I asked, still not believing she was really going to do this.

“I guess so.” she replied uneasily.

“Okay. Here goes. One…..Two…. Three!” I exclaimed.

As I said ‘Three’ I took my left hand away from my penis and exposed it. It was still erect, and it pointed stiffly towards Sarah in all its glory. I saw that she was looking at it wide-eyed. I also saw that her hands had remained steadfast in front of her nether region, obscuring my view of her intimate parts.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I didn’t expect you to do it!” she said.

“Well, I did.” I said, frustrated that Sarah had chickened out.

“So I can see!” she confirmed, not taking her eyes from it.

“You’ve deffo seen more of mine than I've seen of yours now.” I said.

I was wearing a blue tee shirt which I thought was too short to cover up my bits, but I had lifted it up just in case, so that Sarah’s view was completely unobstructed. When I realised that Sarah hadn’t moved her hands away, I pulled the hem of my tee shirt down, so that my penis was concealed from view again.

“Spoil sport!” Sarah said, “I can’t see it now!”

“You can talk.” I said, “You kept yours hidden.”

“Sorry about that. I needed to be sure you’d do it.” Sarah said, “Lift your shirt up again and I’ll take my hands away.” she continued.

“Promise?” I asked, seeking assurance.

“I promise.” Sarah laughed.

I'd got nothing to lose as she'd seen everything already, so I lifted my shirt up so that, once again, my manhood was in full view. This time Sarah was good to her word. She moved her hands slowly away from her nether region and I got a full and unobstructed view of her pussy. As anticipated, her skin down there was much paler, having not been exposed to the sun. She was silky smooth.

“Well?” she asked.

“Very nice.” I said, “I can see you kept your bikini bottoms on when you were sunbathing.” I added.

“Of course I did. You know I’m shy.” she replied, “And if it hadn’t been for you, I’d still have them on now.”

“Did you keep your top on too?” I jokingly asked.

“I did! But I’m not showing you the proof.” she smiled, “And keep away from the strings of my top!”

“So tempting!” I grinned, “Especially if it’s only tied up with a loose bow!”

“It probably is.” Sarah laughed, “But you’ll not get the opportunity to find out.”

“Shame! I’ll take off my tee.” I offered, “Deal or no deal?”

“No deal!” Sarah said emphatically, “I think you’ve seen more than enough already.”

.

“Oh well, it was worth a try.” I said, deflated.

“Our minute must be up?” Sarah questioned.

“Minute?” I asked, not getting what she meant.

“You said I only need to show you my pussy for a minute.” she clarified.

“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten that.” I said.

“Well?” she continued, "You must have had your minute's worth?"

“I’ll have one last peek.” I said, and stole a quick look from slightly closer than previous.

“Not too close!” Sarah admonished, “If you get any closer your thing will be touching me!” she laughed.

“Well, you can’t say that you didn’t get a good view of it.” I smiled.

“Nor you of mine.” Sarah chuckled, “I do think we ought to put our clothes back on now though.”

“I guess so.” I agreed, somewhat despondently.

I picked up her bikini bottoms from the sofa and handed them to her. She took them from me and turned to go back in the bedroom. I saw her bare bottom for the first time.

“Nice bum!” I said.

“Thank you.” she said over her shoulder as she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

I pulled up my boxers and jeans. It wasn't long before Sarah emerged from her bedroom, this time dressed in denim shorts and a tee shirt.

“I guess this is what I should have worn to show off my tan from the start.” Sarah said.

“Although you look great, I’m glad you didn’t.” I said, with a grin.

“I bet you are!” Sarah smiled back, "I can't believe we saw each others bits."

"Nor can I." I said.

Sarah sat down next to me on the sofa, and we finished off our drinks. I hadn’t realised how late it was getting.

“I guess I ought to be going.” I said, getting up from the sofa.

“Before you go, I’ve got a little thank you present for looking after the cats.” Sarah said, getting up too.

Sarah went into the kitchen and came back with a couple of bottles of Rioja which she handed to me.

“Thank you. But there was no need.” I said, “I’m happy to pop round any time you go away.”

“Thank you.” she said, “I may take you up on that offer. Though next time I’ll be a bit more careful what I show you when I return!” she laughed.

“That’s a shame!” I said, “I enjoyed tonight.”

“It was certainly different.” she giggled, and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

THE END

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