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The PackageInside our mailbox was a medium sized letter, about the size of a greeting card, but thicker, so I guess you could call it a thin package. The return address was China. I wasn?t expecting anything from China so I was suspicious and cautious when I opened the envelope. To my surprise it contained a very small sheer g-string bikini and top. It was so small that all the fabric combined barely covered the palm of my hand. And it was so sheer, it was made of a fine mesh, that I could see my skin through it. Holding the bikini top up to my boobs, it seemed like the triangles were so small that they barely covered my aureole, let alone providing any coverage for my boobs.Unexpectedly, playing around with these tiny pieces of fabric began to turn me on, so I stripped down naked in the foyer, inside our front door, and tried on my new bikini. No matter how much adjusting I did, my aureole protruded around the edges of the tiny triangles. All of my manipulations had awakened my nipples which were hard and protruding, like tent poles, popping up the sheer, see-through fabric. The g-string provided even less coverage, the top of my camel toe, albeit covered by my neatly trimmed pubic hair, peeked out from over the bikini bottoms. I felt flushed and short of breath, anadolu yakası escort my heart began to beat faster.Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I was almost naked. My overflowing pubic hair distracted from the lines of the bikini, so I reached for my razor to trim away my excess hair. The more I shaved, the more obvious it was to me that I should just shave myself entirely because the bikini bottoms were so tiny. Now totally hairless, primping and posing in front of the mirror, I liked how my body looked but I worked hard, running, and weight training and doing yoga, to keep my 118-pound body trim and fit. My B-cups looked huge in this tiny top, spilling out all around the sheer triangles. I spun around to see my hard ass totally exposed except for a single strap around my hips and one that disappeared between my cheeks. Running has been very good for my ass. I had never worn something so small but I liked what it revealed. I was wet and getting more aroused by the minute. Naughty thoughts flitted through my mind. I wanted to share my new bikini with the world. We live near the beach and it was a warm weekday. I pulled on some shorts and a tank top and jumped in my car for the short ride to the beach. There was plenty of parking anadolu yakası escort since it was a weekday afternoon. As I walked toward the surf, I became self-conscious about shedding my shorts and tank top, effectively stripping naked on a public beach, but not many people were around and from a distance the see-through fabric actually looked solid. Only within a few feet would it be obvious that it provided no coverage at all. It was exhilarating to first remove my tank top exposing my tiny top. My nipples jumped to attention, almost poking through the mesh fabric (quality Chinese product).After a few more steps, off came my shorts. From behind, it looked like I was totally naked. My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing became shallow and rapid as I pranced down the beach. To prevent myself from covering up, I stashed my clothing behind a dune, and resumed my beach walk.Occasionally, I would get judgmental looks from other walkers about the appropriateness of my tiny swim suit but no one came close enough to really see that all my wares were on display. Until someone did. He was a young surfer dude and he made a bee-line for me from far away. We were on a collision course and no matter how many times I changed my path, he adjusted his anadolu yakası escort to assure that we would meet. A panic attack was welling up inside me. My impulse was to run the other way but my growing arousal commanded me otherwise. His smile revealed the moment his eyes could see my nakedness through the mesh fabric. We came to a stop, face to face, a couple of feet apart, and he survey me from head to toe, taking his time, staring at my nipples and freshly shaved pussy.I enjoyed my view too. His young muscular body was a joy to behold, especially his growing erection, in his hip hugging board shorts. His washboard stomach was a ladder I wanted to climb.We stood there for what seemed like an eternity, without saying a word. I was old enough to be his mother but my pussy was reacting like a teenage girl, my juices soaked my tiny bikini, changing its color and almost disappearing, becoming translucent. Shockingly, abruptly he reached out a tweaked my nipple. Dumbfounded, I was at a loss for words. Then he reached down and took my hand, leading me back to the dunes. All he asked was, ?DTF??Not knowing what that meant at the time, I said nodded in agreement. Walking back to my car, with two loads of cum oozing from my pussy and ass, since I couldn?t find my clothing, was not as shameful as I feared. Everyone who saw me knew that I was the horny middle-aged slut, I proved myself to be. Later my hubby asked about a package he was expecting. It was lingerie for me, to spice things up in the bedroom. Or a bikini for the dunes.