Victor stopped moving as the sarong slipped away. True, it hadn't actually done all that much concealing, but with it gone he realized a bikini was basically the same as underwear. So he had Olive just about in her underwear in a room that nobody else was going to walk into, and while his shorts were baggy they were not exactly made of chain mail.

It all felt amazing.

He heard that needy sigh and matched it with one of his own as, with one shaky hand, he started edging down a strap on her bikini top.