Nancy Collins, Miss World Bikini

"Nancy, tomorrow night if you don't have plans, could we spend time together?"

"Oh Tom, I would love that, but I have to make an embarrassing confession. I have a very tender pussy right now, plus my nipples are a little sore, so let me see how things are progressing tomorrow, but yes, I would love to be with you tomorrow night."

"Well we don't necessarily have to do anything, I would just like to be with you."

"Well yes, we do have to do something, you are a marvelous lover and if we are together I want you giving me every kind of attention. I can't imagine being with you and not having you inside me," And I kissed him slowly and pressed myself to him.

And we went down to dinner.

My green silk clingy dress, which showed my figure off to best advantage, was turning heads as we walked through the lobby and found our way to the restaurant.

Tony and Greg and Jack were already in the dining room. They had taken a U shaped booth and given me the center spot so four very handsome men surrounded me.

"I don't know how Tom ever found you, but you are every man's dream." Jack complimented me after we all settled in.

Suddenly I felt a little troubled as something I just thought about stopped my feeling of complacency. Tom was sitting to my left and I leaned over to whisper to him, and he put his head close to me.

"Tom, please tell me that no one took any pictures in your suite?" I asked anxiously.

"Don't worry Nancy, we were very wrapped up in you, and no one did anything that would compromise your trust. Hopefully you still think of us as gentlemen." He replied.

I breathed a big sigh of relief.

"Is something the matter?" asked Greg.

Tom looked at me and explained what my concern was.

Tony smiled and said, "No, don't worry Nancy, there are no pictures and our lips are sealed, but I would love to have a picture of you in that marvelous bikini."

Filled with relief I promised Tony that tomorrow I would meet him at the pool and pose for him at about 5 pm.. Greg and Jack promised to be there too, cameras in hand. I was thrilled that they wanted my picture. The beauty pageant had taken away any inhibitions I ever had about being in front of a camera. I thought I could pose with the best of them.

Tom placed his hand familiarly on my thigh, and Greg sitting on my other side soon found my other thigh, and we chatted our way through dinner. Several times little compliments came my way to let me know that the previous hours had been a wonderful event in their lives. It certainly was in mine.

"I want to thank you all for the great time I had tonight. At no time was I ever uncomfortable in your company, and you treated me with dignity and respect. I will never forget any of you, and now thanks mostly to you, I am ready to drop. See you in the morning though."

They stood up to let me slide out of the booth, and kissing them all on the cheek I left them and went back to my room. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep.

Chapter Four

A Perfect ending of a fantasy.

The days training was over by 2, and Galaxy had booked the par three golf course and those interested could sign up to play. I enjoyed golf, but didn't get to play much. It was one of those things that I thought I might enjoy when I had more time.

Foursomes were selected at random, and as there were more men than girls signed up I found myself the only girl in a foursome. My three companions were quick to assure me that none of them played very well, when I expressed some doubts about keeping up with them. Gary, Kent and Wayne were all new to the management program and had been brought to the meetings to help set up audio, video and a hundred other tasks that meetings always created. We would play as a team and our best scores would be recorded on each hole.

It should be pointed out here, that Gary, Kent and Wayne were dumbstruck at the beautiful girl that they found was making up their foursome. Her short pleated skirt accented her statuesque body, and her lovely firm breasts straining against her blouse above her slim waist and the seductive curve of her hips. Topping all that was a beautiful face, with green laughing eyes, and a rosebud mouth, all framed with long, lustrous black hair framing her smiling face.

They were all immediately in love.

Nancy hadn't counted on the wind.

It was a lovely breeze when we started out about 2:30. but it seemed to gain in force sometime during the first hole. My short red pleated golf skirt was no match for the wind, and I was spending much of my time trying to retain some degree of modesty, as my white high cut panties were showing repeatedly in the wind and quite obvious against the bright red skirt I had chosen to wear. It is very hard to play golf and hold down a blowing skirt. The men were trying unsuccessfully to not stare at me, and I was somewhat embarrassed by my poor attempts to control my skirt. I was very glad that a man staring at me wasn't something I couldn't handle. My exhibitionist side was just what I needed right then, or I would have been miserable. I was putting on the first green, and my skirt decided to climb up my back, and I quickly putted and then pulled it down. By the end of the second hole I had almost given up on modesty. To make matters worse, the fabric was very light, and I wouldn't always know when it was blowing up from my rear end. I could keep some sort of control over the front and that was about it. I just stopped worrying about it.

Nancy had no way of knowing that any ability to play golf by her three young friends had disappeared shortly after they had met her. Her sexy beauty had destroyed any concentration they once had. Now the wind was their friend exposing more of Nancy to them in the beautiful roundness of her bottom, and the lushness of her mound crowning those long legs.

I also couldn't help but notice that my playing partners were very watchful of me when I got in and out of the cart. Try as I might to keep my legs together, often I would swing a leg out without thinking, flashing my white panties at them, much to their joy. I was not helping their shot making, as they seemed to be more concerned with looking at me, than playing.

Not only were they enjoying long looks at her when the wind allowed them lots of 'panty peeks', but Nancy had a habit of wiggling her lovely rear end when she was getting ready to hit. Another huge bonus for their hungry eyes was her stance. She would part her legs to steady herself and get ready to swing, and they quickly learned to stand behind her, because as the wind would gently lift her skirt half way up her lovely buttocks, they would get an incredible look at the gusset of her panties, filled with her soft round labia stretching the fabric to it's fullest. Only holding golf towels in front of them saved them from the embarrassment of her seeing their state.

They were approaching the sixth tee, when Don Robinson, the marketing vp, came riding up.

"I just wanted to make sure that you all are having a good time and taking good care of Nancy."

"We are." I said. "Although I am afraid my golf leaves a lot to be desired."

"Nancy is a star in the management program, and in a few weeks she will get her first permanent assignment." he told my playing partners. "Pay attention to her. In a couple of years she might be your boss. Plus she just might be the most beautiful girl in the company."

With that Don drove off leaving us to finish our round.

I was flattered and not a little embarrassed by his well-meant compliments, and tried very hard to play a little better. I had to just give up on trying to control my skirt. The fabric was such a light weight, much of the time I didn't even know it was not giving me proper cover. I couldn't swing a club, or putt with one hand on the club and one trying to hold down my skirt, so the skirt did what it did while I was hitting a ball.

The three young men had all given up too. They were much more interested in feasting their eyes on Nancy's considerable charms than they were on playing. Two of them had taken to taking movies with their I Phones every chance they got. They would be played and replayed that night as they tried to relieve themselves of their desire for this most beautiful girl.

I was glad when the tournament was over. But I accepted their attention to my lower body in good grace and smiled at them often to convince them to know I was having a good time. It wasn't a total lie. Men staring at my physical attributes had always been a turn on for me. and my panties were soaked when I got back to my room. I had been really looking forward to playing golf, and the wind and panty thing had been a little annoying.

As I got out of the shuttle that took us back to the hotel, it was about 4:30. I had to hurry as I remembered my promise to Jack to pose at the pool at 5. As I walked into the lobby a slightly familiar girl, a pretty redhead, came walking toward me.

"Nancy, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes . . . I'm sorry you look very familiar but I can't place you."

"I'm Valerie Simpson, I was the no show last night at Tom's little gathering, and I felt badly about not being able to make it. I hope I didn't leave you the only girl there."

"Well, actually you did, but they were all really gentlemen, and we had a nice time together. Tom had said you might be able to make it for dinner."

Valerie gave me a conspiratorial smile. "The truth is, a very dreamy man I met a month ago who skippered us on an international flight, asked me for a date. So I gave Tom an excuse, and I am glad. We had a wonderful time, and I am seeing him again tonight."

"Well, I hope you had as great a time as I did, and have fun tonight."

I hurried to my room and having promised Jack to wear the pale yellow bikini again, I quickly showered, ran a comb through my hair, put on the bikini and a wrap, slipped into my highest heels, and hurried to the pool, only a few minutes late. Jack and Greg and Tony were there waiting for me.

"You look, well . . .Wow comes to mind." Laughed Jack. Greg and Tony were beaming.

"Where shall we do this?" Jack asked.

"Lets go over in front of that floral area with the palms." I suggested.

My experience in the Miss Nebraska pageant had made me very comfortable posing in front of a camera. Most people don't realize that long before you go out onto the stage in a gown or bathing suit, there are several hours of posing for various publications during the daylight hours preceding he pageant itself. Coaches help you to be comfortable and teach you to pose and that really alleviates any awkwardness, or nervousness that one might feel.

So I was quite comfortable dropping my wrap and posing for my friends. Jack had what looked like an expensive digital camera, while Greg and Tony were using their phones. They especially liked it when I posed with my back turned to them and my head and upper torso turned back to their viewfinders. They must have taken twenty shots of my behind. We had been busy for only about 30 seconds when this little man came up to Jack and said,

"May I take a picture of your lovely lady?"

Jack looked at him very seriously and said, "I'm afraid she is not my lovely lady, she is Rita Gilberto, she is from Brazil, and holds the title of Miss World Bikini. Oh, and she doesn't speak much English, but I don't think she would mind you taking pictures."

I burst out laughing at Jack's outrageous tale, as he turned and winked at me raising his camera to his eye. The little man waved his camera at me and pointed to it, and I flashed him my biggest smile and nodded my head. I couldn't resist putting my hands on my hips and thrusting my breasts out toward him with my full nipples barely covered by their little scraps of cloth. He was so nervous that he couldn't hold his camera steady.

These goings on had attracted a small crowd of guys, young and old, holding cell phones and cameras, taking what must have been countless pictures of someone they fondly now imagined was Miss World Bikini. Our little private session had become a public event that had lasted half an hour, until I picked up my wrap and covered up to a chorus of moans. Non-stop posing is hard work. Especially in 6" heels.

We took a shaded table by the pool and ordered drinks and chatted away until it was time to think about dinner. Jack told me that Tom had a meeting with the senior pilots, and couldn't make the pool session, but that copies of the pictures were expected. I didn't mention that I was meeting Tom later.

I had agreed to go to dinner with Tom that night. Even though I was still a little tender, things were much better. My breasts were no longer touchy, and when I showered I was still a little tender between my legs, but much, much less sore than this morning.

Tom sat next to me in the booth so we could kiss and touch while we enjoyed our dinner. I had worn a mini dress, so he didn't even have to put his hand under my dress to caress my legs, and thinking I might still not be ready he made no attempt to explore further. There was only one awkward moment when our waiter presented the check, and he looked at Tom and said,

" You have a very beautiful daughter sir."

Tom smiled graciously.

To ease the moment I put my hand high on Tom's thigh and said, "and I have a very handsome 'daddy' who I fondly hope is going to take me upstairs and strip me."

We spent the night in his lovely suite. And we made love. I wanted him, and just asked him to be gentle. He responded perfectly by choosing to kiss me for some time as I lay in that huge bed. I love to be kissed and felt like I could do it for hours with the right man. Eventually he began moving down, kissing my body until he was kissing my mound and tonguing the top of my slit. I opened my legs to him, and he was incredibly gentle exploring me. Kissing me gently all over, and very sensuously moving the tip of his tongue against the tip of my clit. God he knew exactly how to drive me crazy. I knew I wanted him inside me even if it hurt. But it didn't. I was so ready for him, so hot and wet and slippery, and I told him I wanted him. He was very careful as he entered me, and I only felt a slight discomfort that quickly went away as he gave me a very gentle, and slow fucking. Being slow stroked is lovely and very relaxing and perfect after an intense orgasm.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Tom was up and had made coffee when I woke up to the sun streaming through the huge window that overlooked the pool. I sat up in bed, covering my breasts with the sheet. He pulled the sheet down and bent over me to kiss one nipple and then the other. Then he handed me a cup and I didn't bother to pull the sheet up again.

With a big smile he asked me if I would like to have my back washed in the shower, and in answer I hopped naked out of bed and went into the large bathroom with it's equally large shower, and Tom dropped his terry robe and proceeded to give me the wet soapy sponge treatment. There was a porcelain bench built into the shower and I pushed Tom down on it and kneeling on the bath mat I took him in my mouth. I loved sucking and kissing his cock, while the water massaged my back, and I wanted him to come which he quickly did. I managed to avoid most of his juice and massaged his shaft until he was spent.

"Nancy, you are incredible. Every man's dream. You are beautiful, sexy, and with one of the sweetest dispositions. There are men who would kill for you, and I think I am one of them."

"Well I'll give you a hit list." I giggled.

It was getting a little late and I had to hurry to my room to dress for the days training sessions. This was our second day of two and I was enjoying the company of my friends and coworkers throughout the day.

Tom found me during a coffee break in the afternoon session.

"Nancy, I don't have much time but I wanted to let you know that Greg, Tony and Jack would love to see you again. It's our last night here. What do you think, would you like to get together again?"

I hesitated and looked at him. "Tom, I know what they want, and I am so afraid that they think I am just a slut after what happened the other night, if I do agree, I think I am admitting to them that I am, and I'm not. I am afraid of sending a wrong signal. Nothing like that ever happened to me before. I just don't know what to tell you."

"They know, and I know, that you a smart and beautiful woman, and you know I would marry you this afternoon if you were willing, but you have been very clear about that. I am even a little jealous about you, and I don't think of myself as the jealous type. They don't think that of you, honestly. Like me they are in awe of how much beauty can be concentrated in one woman. Not one of them has made any comment about you that wasn't really something you would like to hear. But I understand, and if you want to come by you would delight all of us. And if you don't it will be our loss."

With that Tom gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and walked quickly back to his meeting room.

The remaining two hours of training were something of a blur to me, as I debated in my mind what to do. Should I go or not. I was gambling my reputation and my career on my desire to repeat what had been a really wonderful, thrilling two extremely erotic and fulfilling hours. I couldn't be sure that it would remain a secret, despite their promises. I struggled with it until shortly before six when I knew I had to make a decision. My weakness for some great sex wore down my judgment. I decided that I should take them at their word and put my trust in four men who I deep down really believed that they would keep their promise of discretion.

I dressed seductively on purpose. I wanted a different feel tonight though, as I was feeling s little raunchy. I didn't know what might happen two nights ago. Tonight I had no doubt.

I chose a dress that stopped just a little below my mound. It was a halter dress with snaps that closed at the back of my neck with exposed sides and a low neckline. It was so short that if I raised my arms my panties showed. The dress was very clingy, a soft jersey material that felt great against my body. It was a dress that was not designed for the wearer to sit down. No bra, no stockings, no garter belt, only a pair of see through flesh colored panties that were cut high on my hips. They complimented my light tan colored dress, as did the white high heel open toe sling backs.

I dabbed a little Chanel on my ears, wrists and thighs. I put on my gold belt and looked in the mirror. Well I couldn't wear the belt. Cinching in my dress at the waist shortened the skirt to expose my flesh colored scanties. Taking off the belt dropped the dress down to a more modest level. I had nice legs, and the short dress, made them look even longer. I had been told once that I had legs like a 'racehorse'. I took it as a compliment.

Lipstick, comb and room key in the little purse and I headed down for Tom's suite. Walking down the hall I felt quite naked. I know my dress and panties barely weighed more than a couple of ounces. I hoped my lovely men would approve.

Tom answered the door, gave me a quick kiss, and said. "I was afraid you wouldn't come."

I gave him my best smile and replied, "I almost didn't, but I had an eleventh hour change of heart. Anyway, here I am."

I walked into the room and Greg, Tony and Jack all came forward and kissed me and hugged me in turn. Tony told me that I looked 'incredible.' The looks on the others faces told me the same thing.

"Nancy, I put some pictures on the table. Would you autograph them for us?" Asked Jack.

I walked over to the table. Spread out were several large blowups of me posing for them by the pool. Each photograph sported the caption, Miss Bikini World. I gasped a little. Even I knew they were 'hot'. Photographs really do bare all, and as revealing as I knew my bikini was, I was shocked to see how really revealing it was, even more than I knew.