The building appeared as though it had never had more than one coat of paint in its life. I wondered if it were any more run-down, it might have fallen down. Dusty windows, rotting boards, and nothing on display in the shop window. It was a thoroughly uninviting store.

I pushed on the door, and it opened with a friendly ding announcing our arrival. The showroom was dark inside, and the smell of dust was heavy in the air, but at least it was cool inside. It was a relief to be out of the heat. It was certainly going to be a hot summer.

Sally was close on my heels and followed me through. It was quiet inside. "Where's your friend?" she asked as we looked around. There was furniture and boxes stacked high almost everywhere. Towards the walls, boxes were stacked nearly to the ceiling. Sally shimmied past a few boxes and pulled one of the curtains back to let some light stream in.

"I don't know. He said he'd be here. Anyway, he can't be far away. The door wasn't locked."

"That doesn't prove a lot," she said, as she continued to look out the window.

"There's not a soul on the street. This is hardly what you'd call a town. I can only see one other shop across the street and about half a dozen houses. They all look like they're ready to be bulldozed."

"They're not that rundown."

"Yes, they are."

"A lot of the buildings on this island are ancient. Many are protected by the National Trust."

"Really? I'd knock them down."

"Would you? Well, don't mention that to Jim. He loves this little shop."

The door dinged, and I looked round. It was Jim. "G'day, folks. Glad you were able to get here."

My old school friend had arrived.

"Sorry, I wasn't here to welcome you, and I must apologise for the clutter. Sometimes it's easier to walk around the building to the back door than try to weave your way through this lot." He offered his hand and I took it in a friendly handshake.

"And I take it that this is Sally?" He extended his hand to her, too.

"Hello," she responded cheerfully.

"Good to meet you. I've got your room ready. Let me show you. Sorry about the access, but trust me, the rest of the place is tidier than this. I'm still in the process of moving in."

"You've got your work cut out. What are you going to do with all this stuff?"

"Sell it. Hopefully."

"Will you get any trade here? It seems pretty remote."

"Oh, yeah, I know. But I'm not short of cash, and this," he said as he extended his arm as though introducing us to everything, "has been my passion all my life."

I nodded as I looked at the place. Some would describe it as a mess and put it all into a skip.

"I've yet to sort through it. There are always gems among the dross. There's a lot of seasonal traffic. The holiday periods, you know. And this place is not so far off the highway."

"Well, it looks like you've got your plate full. I hope it works out for you."

"Hope so. Anyway, follow me. I'll show you to your room."

We followed Jim around boxes between rows of shelves and glass-covered display cases filled with wood carvings, ceramics, books, and I don't know what else, until we reached the back of the room. A door allowed access to a reasonably large hallway and the guest room.

A queen-sized bed with its headboard backed onto a heavily curtained window. Velvet drapes matched the wallpaper. A good-sized wardrobe that must have been at least a hundred years old was against one wall, and there was a dressing table on the other wall that supported a pair of oil lamps on either side. I felt as though I'd stepped back in time. The carpet was threadbare in places, but the room looked clean, and it seemed welcoming.

"This is nice," said Sally. She was sitting on the end of the bed, bouncing on it, testing the springs.

Jim nodded, pleased that she approved. "I'll leave you to get settled in. I'll be in the office. That's the door at the far end of the hallway," and he pointed over his shoulder. "Come and find me when you're done, and I'll show you around."

They zigzagged their way through the stacks of boxes and antiques to the front door and out to the car. They had a bag each, which was quickly unpacked, and they found their way to Jim's office.

Jim had brought in a tray of glasses and a jug of freshly made lemonade. He was filling the glasses as they entered. The clunk of the ice in the jug was a welcome sound.

"Oh, that's perfect," Sally said as she took a glass from him.

"It's not all like this," said Jim, pointing in the direction of the front room. "I'm using the space as a store room at the moment. There's more space in the back and most of it's quite tidy. I've been sorting through everything since I bought the place."

"I didn't know you had so much," I said.

"It wasn't all mine. Most of it was here when I bought the property. It's an adventure. Every box I open is full of surprises." He stood, "Come. I'll give you the full tour."

We followed him out of the office and into a wide corridor that opened into a space the size of a small warehouse.

"I'm sorry to say, but some of this stuff looks like junk. Some of it looks like things you'd see in a junk yard rather than an antique shop."

"Yeah, sure. I inherited much of it from the previous owner. I don't know half of what's here."

"Inherited?"

"Well, no. Not as in bequeathed. Though, I knew the owner. I used to come to the island as a kid. My parents knew her well. She always seemed a bit scary to me. But nice too. She always had some sweets for me. So, whenever my parents came into the shop, I always got something nice to stick in my gob. I thought she was a gypsy. You know, by the clothes she wore. And the look of her."

"So, there's a good part of her life, in here," noted Sally.

"That's right. It had been on the market for ages. According to the agent, people were put off by the amount of stuff they'd have to get rid of to make it habitable. I don't think any of them saw any value in it."

"The place is a long way from anywhere. Transport costs and labour costs would have influenced people."

"Too true. Anyway, it was just what I was looking for, and having the contents was a bonus. There is a lot of junk, but there are some nice items too. Some of it has been looked after and is in excellent condition. Let me show you."

We moved further into the storage area. Jim shifted a few screens, and against the wall was a glass cabinet full of shoes. There were clogs of different shapes, pointed and embroidered shoes that Jim said were ancient Turkish. There were slippers of various shapes and sizes. Jim slid the glass door open. It rolled noisily on its runners, and he took out a pair and handed one to each of us.

"Feel that," he said to both of us.

The shoe was almost feather light, soft, and flexible with colourful stitching. The shoes were a work of art. "Would you like to try any of them on?"

"No," I said, fearing I'd damage them, but Sally immediately responded. "Oh, yes, please." She sat on the chaise longue that was nearby and leant forward and selected a pair of slippers.

"What do you think?" Jim asked.

"They fit like they've been made for me."

"Stand up. Walk in them, but don't move off the carpet, if you wouldn't mind."

I watched her expression and knew she loved them. She leaned forward to look at them and walked in little figure eights on the carpet as she tried them. She heaved a sigh, sat down, removed them, and slipped her own shoes back on.

"You like them?" Jim asked.

"Oh, yes. They're gorgeous."

He was inspired by her reaction. "Well, wait 'till you see what else I have here."

They moved on and into another alcove, to reveal a clothing section, of which some of the items looked as though they belonged in a museum. There were mannequins dressed in men's and women's clothing from some age long passed. The usual military uniforms. There were hangers with dresses that were a snapshot in time from the ancient to the modern. Racks of necklaces, another with jewellery, and wigs of various styles. Sally spotted a range of scarves and shawls draped over a wooden frame, and she immediately went to them. She wrapped a scarf around her neck and swirled to make it flow. It was silk. She tried on others that were also hanging, and noticed a nearby cabinet.

The ornately carved timber cabinet had four stained glass doors on the front. The imagery on the glass was patterned, and although there was no specific shape to the patterns, they hinted at an erotic theme. "This is beautiful," she said. A lot of work had gone into making it.

The cabinet looked old, but was in such good condition, it could have been made yesterday. "The glass on the doors is amazing too." The patterns in the glass seemed to have the shape of female genitalia, but abstract patterns can often take on the appearance of whatever is in one's mind.

"It's locked," Jim said. "Or jammed. I've never been able to open it, and the glass is so beautiful I don't want to force the doors and risk damage."

"It's in great condition. There's not a scratch on it."

Some of the glass was almost clear, and Sally put her face close, trying to look inside. Her face was so close that her moist breath left some condensation marks on the glass. She pulled on the handle of the leftmost door, and the door opened easily.

"Well, look what you've done. I've never been able to get it open."

"Perhaps the wood had expanded or something. Jamming the doors shut. It opened easily. I didn't pull hard at all."

"I could see that. What's in there?"

"I'm not sure. Oh," and she laughed. "It's full of swimming costumes. They must be ancient." She took one from the rack and held it up, shaking her head. "To think people used to wear these."

She closed the door and tried the next one. It too opened easily. I turned to look at Jim. He shrugged and seemed just as interested to see the contents as was Sally. There was a similar number, but more modern bathing suits inside. They were all one-piece suits that would have shown more skin, but by current standards, remained relatively conservative garments.

The third door also opened easily and revealed more modern swimwear, and at the end was a pink bikini. She took it out to look at it more carefully. "Oh, that's lovely. This could be brand new. Weird that it's here and has been locked in the cabinet for so long." She popped it back on the hanger, closed the door, and moved to the fourth and last door, but it wouldn't open. She moved closer, putting her eye as close as she could to the glass to see what was inside.

Curiously, the patterns and colours of the glass on this door seemed to appear as though Sally had her face in a woman's crotch. No doubt a shadow or trick of the light. Shadows can play tricks on us, because when she eventually backed away, all I could see in the glass was a series of random shapes. I blinked a few times and looked again. There was no such imagery.

"Hang on. I've got a torch somewhere here." Jim opened a few drawers in a nearby cabinet as he searched. He pulled out a torch from one and flicked it on to test it, and passed it to Sally. She shone the light into the cabinet, and she spent a few moments aiming the torch up and down while her eye was still close to the glass. She backed away and passed the torch back. "I can't see anything in this one. Unless whatever was in here has fallen to the bottom."

We continued our tour, eventually finding the back door. Outside, there was a small, sheltered patio, and further back was a rickety picket fence marking the end of the property and a gate.

"Come and have a look at the beach," said Jim.

The sandy path through the gate wound its way between shady trees and undergrowth. For most of the way, the taller shrubs formed a perfect arch over the path like a tunnel. The plant life petered out, and the path headed upward onto a dune, at the top of which were the golden sands of the beach and the sea. The bay could have been a movie scene of some pirates' cove. It was sheltered and secluded. A relatively small beach.

"This is beautiful," said Sally.

"I didn't know your shop was so close to the beach," I said.

"Yeah! One of the reasons for buying it. It's not a private beach, but because it's so far from the main tourist area, hardly anyone comes here."

Jim finished his tour by taking us back to the shop. There was a small kitchen with a very full pantry, and off that was a lounge.

Sally slept well into the morning, and she was only beginning to wake when I came in. I had been talking to Jim before he took off.

"Good morning, sleepy head," I said as she stretched. "You must have been zonked. You hardly moved a muscle all night."

"Perhaps it's all this fresh air we're experiencing."

"That would be the fresh air that keeps the dust particles separated. Anyway, I've got some orange juice here."

"Thanks, honey. Put it on the side table, will you? I'll get to it in a moment."

She wriggled and stretched for a minute before her chin popped out from beneath the sheets. I had been up for about half an hour. Jim's clattering about had stirred me into wakefulness. He may have been doing it on purpose to get us up. When Sally had the energy to sit up and reach for her juice, I said, "It seems like we'll be on our own for a while."

"Why? What's up?"

"It seems Jim has some business to do. There's an auction he wants to go to."

"What? You saying he's gone off to buy even more stuff to clutter the place up further?"

"I guess so. Anyway, it'll be nice for a while. Just the two of us. He said to make ourselves at home. Help ourselves to whatever we want to make our stay comfortable."

"He seems a decent bloke."

"Yup, he is. The only thing he said was to make sure the doors are locked if we go out."

There wasn't much to explore in town. As Sally had noted when we arrived, there were only a few buildings. That may have been just as well. The cool of the morning was beginning to dissipate. I suggested we go for a swim.

I found Sally sitting on the bed and looking glum. Clothes were scattered around the floor and on the bed. Including my stuff. All the drawers open.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I don't have my bathers with me. I've got everything else, it seems, but not them."

"Why don't you just wear your underwear?"

"I'm not going to do that, but I do have an idea." A cheeky expression crossed her face.

"What?"

"Jim said we should make ourselves at home."

"Yeah. So?"

"Well, I know where there's a pair of bathers. We were looking at them yesterday afternoon."

"You can't do that. That stuff is part of his collection."

"I don't mean the ancient pair. That bikini was as modern as any you'd find in any shop. Well, almost modern."

"Well, you'd better be careful."

"I doubt if he'd mind. He didn't even know he had that stuff until I opened the cabinet for him."

So, we went into the warehouse and found the cabinet. Curiously, though, when Sally went to pull on the third door where the bikini was located, the door wouldn't budge. I could see that she was trying quite hard, but it was solid. She asked me to try, but I couldn't get the door to move either. She tried the second door, and that was the same. The first door wouldn't open either. Then, for no reason in particular, she pulled on the fourth door, the one that wouldn't open yesterday, and to our surprise, it opened easily. That was the one she'd looked inside using the torch; the one that had nothing inside.

She turned to me with the same look of surprise that I offered her. Even more surprising was the single white bikini hanging from the rack.

"I thought you said this compartment was empty."

"It was. I don't know how I could have missed it. I shone the torch in all directions, and all I could see was the wooden cabinet. There was nothing here. That's so weird. Do you think Jim put it in here?"

"It was locked, remember. Perhaps there was some sort of weird reflection going on when you shone the torch in there. Perhaps you weren't really getting a good view of the inside."

"Yeah, maybe. Anyway, here it is," and she took the hanger off the rail and held the bikini up. "It'll do nicely."

"Is it your size?"

"There's no label, but it looks about right." She replaced the hanger and studied the material. "It's wonderfully soft. Feel it." I squeezed the material between my fingers. It certainly felt nice. It was smooth and silky. It was kind of slippery, too. As though it would slip between my fingers unless I kept a tight grip of it.

"It looks to have a very fine weave." She held the material against her face and held it there. I could see the shape of her lips and nose through the material as it conformed to the shape of her face.

"And there's plenty of stretch in it, too." She passed the bottom to me while she held up the bikini top. Checking it for size.

The material certainly felt unusual. It must have had a very fine weave, as I couldn't see the fibres, and it was so thin. As I held the garment, it behaved as though there was a static charge in it. The more I moved it, the clingier it became, and before I passed it back, it had almost wrapped itself around my wrist and had to be peeled off.

"Okay, give me a minute to get changed."

"I'll meet you out the back."

A few wispy clouds stole some of the sun's heat, but the air was pleasantly warm. It was going to be a lovely day. A slight breeze rustled the leaves of the low shrubs that surrounded the patio. It was serene, and I could understand why Jim fell in love with the property. But the peace was interrupted by the sound of tyres on gravel. The sound of car doors opening and closing, children's voices, and playful screams. What the hell! We had neighbours.

Sally looked stunning in her new bikini as she stood by the door. She was also wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and sunglasses. She looked like a film star or a model waiting for the photographers to arrive for some photo shoot. She has gorgeous long legs, and seeing her standing there made me feel wobbly at the knees.

It's not that the bikini was too revealing in any stretch of the imagination, but it hugged her body in the most alluring way. She said the material had some stretch in it. Well, she was right. It beautifully followed the contours of her hips and breasts. It highlit her assets without revealing any more than would worry the most modest individual. Well, what I meant was that it didn't expose too much of her, but at the same time, it focused your attention on what was beneath.

"You look good. More than that. You look great."

"Thank you." She smiled and was obviously happy with her find.

"How's the fit?"

"It's perfect. I love it. It's so comfortable."

The beach was actually a small bay with promontories at either end. The sand was beautiful and clean, and we were the only ones there. How often does that happen?

We spent about an hour splashing around in the water. I'd brought a beach umbrella just in case the sun became too much, and we lay around for a while, had another dip, then headed back to the shop for lunch.

Walking up the beach, we noticed some other people had arrived. Probably the neighbours. A family. Two adults lazing, presumably trying for a tan, and three children playing nearby. We could hear their playful screams and laughter.

We ate a few sandwiches, and the fridge had a variety of drinks. We didn't bother changing because we knew we'd be getting wet again. We had lunch on the patio out the back and chatted for a while before heading back to the beach. I had spotted a sailboard in Jim's shed. So, we took that with us. I figured if Sally could borrow some bathers, then there would be no problem borrowing the board.

The board was old and heavy. So, we shared the load. Sally at the front and me behind as we carried it down the sandy walkway to the beach. Boy, that bikini fitted her well. Perhaps it was because it was wet or damp. It had latched onto the curvature of her bum, sucking itself into her bum crack. She didn't seem to mind or notice. Then I realised I was beginning to get a hard-on from looking at her, as we walked.

The board was such good fun, but exhausting. Neither of us were particularly good at getting the sail up for long, but it was fun trying. Eventually, we just used it to sit on and paddle about near the shore.

We spent most of the afternoon lazing around on the beach. I think we both napped. Sally was still asleep, and I couldn't stop myself looking at her. She was on her back with her hat covering her face. Dozing, I suspect.

Her bikini was so revealing. I had noticed earlier that it had given her the hint of a camel toe, but as I looked I could see her camel toe was much more pronounced as the material tucked into her slit. I didn't mind. I loved the way she looked. I could also see the outline of her vagina. I was quite surprised by the way her bikini was doing that. I was glad she decided to wear it. I doubt she would have looked half as good in her underwear.

I glanced at her breasts, and I saw her nipples pushing through slightly, and they were so clearly defined, which surprised me, with it being a warm day and her being relaxed. Though, it could well have been due to the dampness of the material. Perhaps she was dreaming of something erotic, causing them to show. I wasn't complaining. Just taking in the view.

She stirred, and I looked up. Our eyes met. I don't know how long she's been watching me. "Having a good look?" Sometimes I just don't know when she's being serious or just taking the piss out of me.

"Well, yes, actually," I said, as I tried to defend myself. "You must have the most gorgeous body in the world," I say to her, and she does, actually. I think she's embarrassed by my comment.

"C'mon. Let's go back in," she said. "It might cool you off." She glanced at my bulging swimmers and in an instant she was on her feet and heading off down the beach. I was right behind her. I caught up to her, but wasn't in a hurry to do so. I couldn't help but focus on her bum.

Her bikini is more than just clingy. Her bum cheeks were beginning to eat her bikini bottom. I was expecting her to pull it out of her arse crack, but she seemed oblivious to it. I contemplated saying something, but as there was hardly anyone else on the beach, I didn't bother. I was happy to admire the view. I wondered if she knew what I was doing. Anyway, we were soon at the water's edge and we started to play and splash around.

The sailboard wasn't far away. I separated the mast from the board and hopped onto it like a surfboard. I paddled out to where Sally was, and she climbed onto the board. We were sitting on the board facing one another and chatting. Drifting around. The water was calm, and there was hardly a breeze, and we paddled around the bay.

While talking, I noticed her breasts. When I first saw her in the bikini, where the material of her top pulled across her breasts, it allowed a view. Some cleavage, I guess, you'd say. As I was looking at her then, the material no longer bridged her breasts but remained in contact with her skin, followed the curvature of her breast to her chest, then it kept in contact with her chest, then it moved over her other breast. It was a different look. It highlit the shape of her breasts.

When I first saw her coming out of the shop, her top certainly showed off her breasts, but it also protected her modesty to some extent. It hid her nipples, and the bridge of material that spanned the gap between her breasts was sexy in that it showed some cleavage, but it also disguised her shape slightly. The look had changed.

I now saw the shape of her breasts and nipples clearly as though she weren't wearing a top at all. It wasn't just the outline of her nipples; the exact shape, along with her areola, was on display. She looked topless, other than the fact that I was reminded that she was wearing a top because I could see the white material of it along with shoulder straps. Her top seemed as thin and clingy as though her bikini was comprised of no more than body paint.

Of course, as her legs dangled over the side of the board, she had her legs apart. I began to see the outline of her vagina. Perhaps it was the effect of the water on the material. Quite often, when anyone opens their legs, the material in their crotch pulls tight and conceals what's underneath, but that wasn't so with this bikini. I could clearly see the shape of her inner and outer labia. I had to wonder what sort of material this bikini was made from that made it behave like that. As we sat there chatting, splashing the water, my eyes would occasionally sneak a glance at her crotch. Her shape was becoming clearer. I had to mention it to her.

"So, how are you finding the bikini?"

"Good. I think they're the best I've worn."

"Oh, well, that's good."

"Yeah. There's usually a feeling of some sort of discomfort with swimwear. They might pull in some way. They're tight. Or they're loose. You're worried something's about to fall off. Or fall out, in some wardrobe malfunction. Get pulled from you in the surf. Whatever. There's always something, and you have to keep checking. Some girls have gone diving, you know, like from a diving board into a pool, and as soon as they hit the surface, the water pressure rips their bottoms off and they end up naked with their bikini bottoms floating on the surface."

"Wow! That would be awkward."

"This one. It doesn't move. It's just so comfortable. Actually, it's like I'm not wearing anything."

"Well, that might be the case. I would have said something earlier, but as we were the only ones on the beach for a while, I didn't bother."

Sally looked confused. "What is it?"

"Well, I think it might be going a bit transparent. That's not the right word. I can't see through it, but nothing is being concealed anymore, and I thought you should know that."

"Hmm, yeah, I have noticed a bit, but as you said. We've mostly got the beach to ourselves."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Well, no. Not today, but I take your point. I'd have done something about it if the beach was mobbed with people."

"Okay, good. It seems very clingy. Have you noticed?"

"Really?" and she looked down. "Oh. Camel toe. I don't mind that."

"Okay, good. It's quite a beauty, and with your legs hanging over the board, I can see a lot. But if you don't mind, then neither do I. I'd be the last person to criticise you for having one."

At that comment, she scooped some water and splashed me, then, for good measure, rocked the board so violently and suddenly that I fell into the water. She paddled off, and I was forced to swim to shore. When I reached her, she was lying on a towel, arms tucked under her head, and looking good. I eyed her up and down. What a sight. That bikini fitted her so well, it definitely looked as though it had been sprayed on. She was amazing.

I lay on the towel next to her. Kissed her. I caressed her breasts, brushed one of her nipples, and it reacted to my touch. I bit it gently through her top. My hand moved over her belly and between her legs. The material felt so soft and smooth. It had an odd slippery feeling. Almost like skin. I could also feel the softness of her vagina underneath. I was tempted to insert a finger, but I knew that would be pointless with her bikini still on, but it felt so life-like. My hand moved upward, with a finger between her labia as I moved, and then I could feel her clitoris. I paused and stroked it gently. I could feel the outline. I kept touching. Tenderly. I'm surprised I could feel it at all. And it felt so pronounced, despite her wearing her bikini. I heard her moan softly, then she pushed me away. "Not now." I rolled onto my back. The air was warm and sleep was tempting.

I'm not sure if I slept. I probably dozed. I was startled when, out of the blue, Sally yelled out. Not in pain, but in surprise.

"Wo wo wo."

"What's up?" I asked, concerned.

"There's something..." She sat up, leant forward, then stood, turned, then craned to see behind herself. "There's something crawling... Can you have a look?" Then she screamed, "Please?"

"What is it?"

"There's something crawling on me. I don't know. Can you have a look, please?"

"Where?"

"In my crotch for fuck's sake. I don't know. Everywhere."

She jumped around. Twisted, like a dog chasing its tail. Trying to look at herself, but without much success.

"Hold still, will you?" I yelled. And she did. "Open your legs a bit." I knelt behind her, and I looked. There was nothing on her legs except sand. Then I looked up and down her arse crack. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Get onto your knees, will you? Kneel. Put your hands on the ground." The two of us must have been a sight if we were being watched. Both kneeling and with me, with my head nearly up her arse.

"Quickly. Get rid of it."

I'm frozen. I'd never seen anything like it. Her bikini bottom had been a perfect clingy fit since she'd left the water, but what I was looking at was bizarre. Clingy didn't go halfway to describing what I saw.

"I can still feel it. It's at my vag now."

She was right. There was movement in her crotch, but it wasn't any spider or other creepy crawly. The material of the bikini itself was what was doing the moving. Her actual bikini was moving. The material had somehow squeezed into her anus, opened it, and pushed inside. She had a gaping hole of an arse hole. I was looking at her anus. I shouldn't have been able to see that with her bikini on, but I could because it had opened up, and the material of her bikini was deep inside. Moving inside.

Talk about places where the sun don't shine. Well, not today. The sun was shining at just the right angle. I could see inside her, and as she had said, it was at her vag too. The material of her bikini was moving her labia, pulling or pushing on it. I didn't know which, and it had opened up her vagina. The sun was behind me, and I expect I had the same view as a gynaecologist would have. I could see the white material inside her vagina. It seemed to have flowed into her, like water cascading into a chasm, and I saw it inside her body. Part of her bikini was swirling around deep inside her as though trying to figure out where to go next.

I couldn't believe it, and backed away. Even from a distance, I could see it. I moved closer again. Her vagina was still open. Her arse hole had closed by this time, and it looked like an anus. She's wearing a bikini, and I see the outline of her anus like it was her skin. Unbelievable.

"Is there anything there?" she asked, concerned.

"You mean like a spider or something?"

"For fuck's sake, yes."

"No, nothing like that." I didn't know how to explain what I'd seen.

"I can still feel it."

"I expect you can. Do you mind if I touch you?"

"Go ahead. Do what you have to."

I got close again. Was I seeing right? Could this have been an illusion? I raised my finger and carefully directed it into her vagina.

I heard some faint voices coming across the beach from the young family. "Mummy, what are those people doing?" One of them screamed, followed by, "Children, come here. Don't look."

My finger was inside about one knuckle's distance. It wasn't an illusion. This was madness. I moved my finger inward. Two knuckles, and my finger wasn't touching the edges. How was that possible? I was on the edge of pushing in further when I inadvertently touched her, or rather, I touched the material. I felt it moving. It startled me, and I withdrew and sat back. She rolled over and sat on the towel.

She tilted her head and gave me a quizzical look. "Well?"

I didn't know what to say. What to do. I didn't know how to approach this.

"Your bikini bottom is... The material is pushing into your holes. That's what you're feeling.

"That's stupid." She got onto her knees, kneeling with her legs parted, and used her hands to 'brush' between her legs.

"There's nothing there. No insects."

She looked at me. Not believing me.

"It's only you and your bikini."

She sat looking at me. I looked at her. Though, with her sitting cross-legged, I found myself looking at her vagina as I spoke. Checking for movement, but I couldn't see anything.

"Tell me again. What did you see?"

"It's your bikini."

"What is? What do you mean?"

"Well, at one point, you yelled while I was looking at your bum. At the same time you yelled I saw your anus open up."

"How could you? I've still got this damn bikini on."

"Yes, you have. And as I'm looking at your bikini, I can see your arse hole as clear as though you weren't wearing anything. Like the bikini is just paint. And just as you yelled out, I saw your arse hole move. It opened about near an inch wide. Maybe not quite, but the thing is, I could see inside."

"You're kidding."

"There's more."

"What?"

"While it was open, I could see deep. It seemed as though the material was either being sucked into your anus or being pushed in. I could actually see it flow from all around and move toward your anus and move inside, and as I looked, I saw the white stream of material go deep inside."

"How deep?"

"Hard to say. A couple of inches, but it got deeper while I watched. But then it closed off and looked normal again."

Sally looked at me with a blank expression.

"Then it was the same with your vag. I saw your lips moving, and then an opening formed, and the material went way in there."

She just sat and listened to me. Occasionally looking down.

"I don't know what this thing is that you're wearing, but it's not made from any material I know anything about. What did it feel like? While it was happening."

"Oh, nothing much. Just a weird feeling. Unexpected. That's the thing. There was no pain, but no one likes being touched there out of the blue."

I nodded. Of course. She was right.

"Actually, I think I've been feeling it going on for a while. It didn't feel bad. I thought it was sand caught up somehow, and I just ignored it."

"Maybe it's been happening but you just haven't noticed."

"There's something else. While you were looking at me, I was aware of a feeling on my breasts."

I glanced at her breasts. Not quite knowing what she meant.

"I felt them move," she said. "Almost imperceptible, but when I was on my knees, I was trying to keep still, all the while I could feel them moving. And I could feel something on my nipples. Like my nipples were being touched."

"Really?"

"Even as I'm sitting here, I can feel it. I think I can actually see it too. They've been rising. It's like I'm wearing an underwire bra or something. My breasts are being pushed upward. Supported. And I've been watching my nipples too. My nipples are as erect as they've ever been. They normally only push out when I'm randy, or cold, or brushing against something. They don't just do that by themselves."

I looked, and she had the most brilliant nipples. I even saw the shape of her areola. And now that she'd mentioned it, her breasts looked very pert. They were beautifully shaped, and her nipples stood proudly in front.

"Any other sensations?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing new. Just a lot more of the same."

I nodded.

"I can still feel it creeping in my bum every now and again. Though, it's not doing it so often. And now that I know what's happening, I can feel it moving in my vag too. And the funny thing."

I looked up.

"It feels kind of pleasant. All of it. If I'm being honest."

"Do you want to go back to the house and change?"

"No, let's just stay here for a while. It's nice out here."

It seemed clear to me. The feeling she was getting was enjoyable. Removing the bikini was probably the last thing on her mind.

"But what sort of underwear does that?"

"I don't know. Maybe, wherever these were made, they did them with some special kind of cut."

"I think you're kidding yourself. This isn't in any way normal."

The tide was turning. We sat and watched the breakers. The sun had lost its bite, but the air temperature was very pleasant. Sally leant back, and I did too. I must have dozed off.

I was awoken by Sally quietly moaning. I sat up. She was still on her back. Her eyes were mostly closed, and she was writhing around slowly. Her body stiffened, and she let out a moan. I was intrigued. Eventually, she relaxed and lay motionless on the towel for a short while. Her eyes opened slowly, and she turned to me. "I've just had an orgasm. And the weird thing is, well, I didn't touch myself once."

"Really? Was that from the bikini?"

"It must have been. I didn't do it. And I could feel movement inside. So, it had to be."

"How was it?"

"Quite nice, actually." She smiles awkwardly as though embarrassed.

That was a surprise, but given the 'behaviour' of her bikini, perhaps it wasn't so surprising. She lay back, popped her hands behind her head and sighed. Obviously basking in the afterglow.

I didn't want to disturb her. I propped myself up on one elbow, on my side, and looked at her. She could have been naked, such was the fit of her bikini. If that's what you'd call it. I wasn't sure what it was. Her nipples were still standing proud. Lovely things. I scanned downward. Flat belly, caved in as she was on her back. Then her skin where it met her bikini bottom wasn't so much different from the bikini itself. Except for a colour change. My eyes moved further down.

I could see her clitoris. The shape of it. It was easy to spot. By this time, it's not as though I could see it through her bikini, I was looking at it as though she was naked, but with a white painted bikini covering. I would have said the material was moving her clitoris, and it no doubt was, but what I was looking at was her clitoris in plain view and moving by itself. Somehow, her bikini had taken hold of her clitoris and was massaging it.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, raised her head and looked at her crotch. She could see it too. Our eyes met once more. Her lips parted as though she were about to say something, but she melted back onto the sand and was quiet. Her head began rolling slightly, and the expression on her face changed. I'm sure she didn't mind the sensation. Whatever was happening to her, she was enjoying it. She spread her legs slightly. That amused me. I wondered if that was an invitation to me, but no. Not me.

She had opened her legs to make room for whoever, whatever, she imagined was fucking her. But there was nothing there. Her bikini was fucking her. Her clitoris was still being manipulated, but with her legs spread, I could see her vagina clearly. I watched it being opened. At the same time, her labia lips were moving in a rhythm that matched the opening and closing of her vagina. I could see a tunnel forming, and it lengthened such a long way inside, then the tunnel of her vagina shrank back, the entrance closed, sealed, and then it opened again and grew in length. She was being pumped by an invisible penis that was her bikini. Her orgasm was obvious, and as it subsided, so did the movement of her bikini.

She lay quietly for a time. I took her hand. She would have had some conflicting thoughts. She no doubt enjoyed her experience, but neither of us had any idea of what was going on.

She opened her eyes, looked at me, and smiled. "Fuck, that was amazing."

"What brought it on, do you know? I thought you were asleep."

"I thought I was dreaming. And it was a lovely erotic dream. Then I began to realise the feeling was real."

"So, you didn't mind, then?"

"I don't know what to think. It was fabulous," and she laughed. "But it scares the hell out of me. I'd like to know what it's all about."

It was then that we decided to pack up and go back to the house. I grabbed the board and esky, and Sally brought up the rest. She was walking in front of me. We were almost at the house when she buckled. She slowed, then collapsed to her knees. It was happening again.

"Fuck," she cried out. "I'm being fucked in the arse."

With her kneeling in front of me, I could see her open anus. She moaned. I didn't know whether she was in pain or not. Anal is not the sort of thing we ever did, and I don't know whether she'd had any experience of it before me. She screamed out. She was writhing around on the ground. Probably trying to find the best position that was the most comfortable. I dropped what I was doing and went to her. Her eyes were moist. Eventually, the tension in her body eased, and I helped her to her feet.

"I need to get inside. Got to get this thing off of me."

I helped her inside and went back to gather up our gear and put it away. Sally was still in the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the bath. She looked up, "I can't get it off."

She looked so down in the dumps.

"I had another orgasm while I was in the shower. It's too much. It's not pleasurable any longer and... Oh, no. It's starting again."

I looked at her crotch. I could see her clitoris being manipulated. And I hadn't noticed before, but both her nipples looked as though they were being squeezed by invisible fingers. And yet again, when I looked between her legs, her vagina was opening and closing. Pushing, thrusting inward, but the speed this time was much faster than I had noticed on the beach. And it continued until it got her over the edge and she orgasmed again.

"You've got to help me get this off me. Please." That was a task easier said than done.

The material of her bikini was indistinguishable from her skin. The colour of it was obvious, but there was no edge to the material. As much as I tried to lift an edge and push a finger underneath, I just couldn't do it. When I tried to lift the material, I found that I was pulling on her skin as much as the material. I went to the kitchen and brought back a spatula. One of those scraper things with a rubber tip. I was hoping I could use it to separate the bikini from her skin, but no matter how much I tried, all I seemed to be doing was hurting her. And it didn't matter where I tried, or whether it was her top or bottom. The thing seemed glued to her.

At one point, while trying to remove it, I spotted one of her nipples moving. It had started to work on her again. I wondered if the material might have behaved differently while it was working on her. I couldn't dislodge it from her skin, but I had an idea.

I asked her to get onto her back on the floor. I saw her clitoris being manipulated as I pulled her legs open. Her vagina was being worked on too. I got close and timed things so that when her vagina opened, I pushed my finger inside. I was hoping to be able to take hold of the material. There may have been something I could get hold of. If I could grab it before it thrusted inward, I might have been able to pull it off her.

It didn't work. I wasn't quick enough. I got my finger in there easily enough, but I wasn't able to take hold of anything. It was slippery. Then it got a firm grip of my finger, and I found it was making me finger fuck her. I had the impression that with each inward stroke, it was trying to get more and more of my hand inside her. I quickly disentangled myself.

The unfortunate thing was that Sally couldn't simply wait until it stopped working on her. It didn't stop until she orgasmed. It just kept going until she did, and that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

I was out of ideas. Sally had none, and she was becoming more and more distressed. It was heartbreaking to watch her go through it each time. Each subsequent experience had long since stopped being pleasurable, and she dreaded the next.

I didn't know it at the time, but the solution was at hand. Sally had left her clothes in the warehouse. She'd dropped them by the cabinet where the bikini was found. She was concerned that Jim would find them there. I went to get them so that Jim wouldn't be any the wiser when he returned. While there, I had a look around the cabinet.

There was a small wooden box at the bottom of the compartment she had opened. I removed it and flipped the lid. Inside was a small, flat, circular disk. It was quite thin and cold to the touch and seemed like some kind of stone, but I wasn't sure. There were some markings on one side. Possibly writing, but in a language that made no sense to me.

Grasping at straws and thinking along the lines of curses and magic, I took the disk into the house to show Sally. She was lying on the bathroom floor, writhing around in the middle of another orgasm. She had a pained expression on her face.

She looked up when she saw me. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do, and I felt stupid for doing it, but I placed the disk on her bikini and moved it over the material, and it worked. Her clitoris was being worked double time by the material. I rested the disk on the front of the bikini and moved it downward. As it passed over her clitoris, it stopped moving. Sally let out a sigh. Her vagina was still being pumped, and as I lowered the disk between her legs, the movement subsided there too. I could also see the material become looser on her body. I passed the disk over every square inch of her bikini, and as I did so, it loosened up. I did the same with her bikini top, and the same happened. The clinginess subsided.

As soon as I'd covered every area, as quickly as we could, we pulled the bikini from her body, dropped it to the floor, and we hugged. I was so happy the drama was over. Her more so, no doubt.

She was exhausted. I don't know how many orgasms she'd had that day. I'd lost count. Toward the end, it seemed like she was being fucked continually. I helped her into bed. I climbed in beside her to cuddle her, but I don't think she noticed. She went out like a light and didn't wake until morning.

I made some tea and toast, and we breakfasted in bed. She was feeling back to normal, and there were no side effects that she was aware of. Before she woke, I returned to the bathroom and rinsed the bikini and hung it over the shower rail to dry. So that it would be ready to be placed back into the cupboard in the warehouse.

I was so pleased the drama was over. She was elated and in a good mood. So, no harm had been done. She said she'd had enough sex to last her a month, and hoped I wouldn't be too disappointed if we didn't do anything. That wasn't going to be a problem. I was just pleased that we'd got the thing off her.

Then she surprised me. "If you're feeling horny, you could try wearing the bikini bottom yourself. It would probably fit since there's so much stretch in it. It would probably wrap itself around that big dick of yours like a second skin."

I just looked at her, not knowing what to say. I'd seen the effect it had had on her. The stress she has been under. And by all accounts, the pain she went through. I wasn't about to let myself be put through that.

"Maybe you could put the top on, too. It would be interesting to see how much of a grab that thing got on your little nipples. You might find it fun. Do you want to try it?"

"No bloody way," I yelled. "It's going straight back into the cabinet," but, I couldn't help wondering about it. Trying it on was an idea. It could have been good. I seriously didn't know what to do, and I pondered the thought as I ate breakfast.

"It looks like Jim has a great library. I think I'll stay in bed and read for a while. Do you have any plans?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe."