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 ď>żString Bikini by alice 371

   STRING BIKINI 1

   Julie is both my best friend and enabler, if I wear anything that can be
untied while poolside I can always rely on her to loosen a few bows or
spirit away a towel.  Unfortunately, she can -(TM)t always be with me when
the urge strikes but I have over the years came up with several creative
solutions to help me lose an article of troublesome clothing. The bikini
itself was quite substantial both front and back and when tied it properly
it was even suitable for swimming and diving, but the designers had tied
some rather elaborate bows for the showroom which when undone meant the
strings were far longer than usual.  I first realised the potential of this
as I crouched down to pick up my sunglasses and the string briefly caught
under my heel as I stood up, this set my mind racing and I started
experimenting the moment I reached my room. After a productive half hour in
front of a mirror I had learned that I could easily make the bow come apart
as I stood up by trapping one of the strings under my heel, leaving the
front of my suit hanging open or with locking knot end up with the suit
left around my ankles.  The only difficult part for me was deciding which
option to try the following day at the pool. My first attempt by the
poolside was not however successful, after a very distracted swim and
sunning session I finally clambered off my sunbed and crouched down to
collect my belongings -- only having to flick the string a little to make
sure it ended up under my heel.  Taking a deep breath, I looked straight
ahead and stood up quickly awaiting for the look of shock or amusement from
the couple near me.  Unfortunately, on the wet tiles I was standing on the
string just slid straight out, even with the weakened knot.  I dropped my
sunglasses so I could try once more but if anything the string just came
out even faster than before. I was to be honest a little disappointed, once
back at my room and standing on carpet it worked straight away, since I
really needed a little naked time anyway I walked out onto the balcony
before removing my top and hanging it out dry.  The balconies were quite
low risk but enjoying an ice cold coke while exposed to the elements helped
to ease my tension somewhat.  A little later that day while shopping I
noticed several places selling cheap plastic charms to hang off bracelets
and figured out the solution to my problem. My anticipation built slowly
over the next day until finally after having swam and sunbathed for the
best part of an hour I knelt down next to pack my bag.  The small netsuke
cat now firmly wedged under my heel was not particularly comfortable but I
had made sure to choose one without any sharp edges.  This time as I stood
the cat remained in place as the knot fell apart exposing my other kitty to
the people on the sunbeds next to me -- however since it was trapped under
my foot this pulled the other half of my bottoms down to my knees.  So
instead of a 5 second flash followed by an embarrassing readjustment they
ended up watching my exposed behind for a prolonged time after I quickly
turned around to preserve my modesty and attempted to pull the suit back up
with cat firmly trapped under my foot.  Finally, I took my foot off the
charm and pulled my bikini bottoms in place, holding the strings in one
hand. Blushing and apologising profusely I quickly gathered my things and
dashed off to the elevator.  The combination of laughter from those who saw
and clapping ensured that I certainly hadn -(TM)t offended anyone but I was
glad to find refuge as the doors slid shut in front of me.  I was on fire
by this point and feeling a little reckless, so instead of retying the
bikini I placed it in my bag which I then used to cover my modesty while
standing at the back of the elevator.  My heart was racing as I finally
reached the 10th floor, the odds of somebody going up were low but if
anyone was waiting on the other side to go down it -(TM)s fair to say the
bag wasn -(TM)t that big. Without even checking to see if the coast was
clear I sprinted out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened, naked
barring my bikini top.  A wolf whistle at my departing bottom indicated I
had at least some company but there was nobody around by the time I -(TM)d
reached my room.  I paused by the door with my knees shaking but not
wanting the experience to be over quite yet. On a whim I stood in the
middle of the corridor and removed my top placing it in the bag with
everything else and forced myself to walk back along to the far end of the
corridor by the fire escape jumping at every sound -- then I decided to
walk around to the stairs at the other end of the corridor.  I -(TM)d
almost reached the corner when I heard two laughing couples talking about a
streaker who -(TM)d sprinted past them few minutes ago. The voices were
getting closer but the adrenaline kicked in and I was back in my room in
record time.  After a short time when I regained full control of my legs I
stood naked on my balcony once more reliving the past 20 minutes in my
mind.



   STRING BIKINI 2

   One of my better habits is keeping a gym bag with my workout and
swimming kit in the back of my car at all times, so I can exercise whenever
the inspiration hits me.  This was especially useful while travelling the
country as it was not unusual for me to pass a gym, pool or beach to work
out at.  One thing that some people may consider unusual was that the bag
always had two swimsuits in, one practical (though without any lining) and
one string. The opportunity for the string bikini arose when I visited a
small swimming pool in the south of England, the changing rooms were mixed
and consisted of 30-40 floor to ceiling cubicles with one or two attendants
around.  It was a very well designed setup that ensured everyone -(TM)s
modesty was preserved, which on that particular day was far from what I
wanted.  The one thing in my favour was that the door locks were just below
the height of my hips so I quickly undressed and changed into the string
bikini with netsuke charm. While waiting for the sounds of a larger group
passing the door I carefully looped the string with the charm on it behind
the latch and gave it an experimental tug, as expected the side of my
bottom came undone exposing my fluff and the charm fell free behind me.  It
did not take long after retying the string before I heard a group chatting
as they walked towards the pool, so I took a deep breath, looped the string
behind the latch and opened the door. As soon as the group was only a few
cubicles away I picked up my bag and walked out letting the door close
behind me.  The charm was held tight by the latch and as I stepped forward
the tie came undone leaving the front of my bottoms to fall towards one
side exposing my fluff to the group.  They burst out laughing and acting
shocked I dropped by bag and quickly turned to face the cubicle while
attempting to make myself decent, unfortunately it seemed the charm had
actually managed to pull the door latch rather than falling free -- so both
the door and myself were quite firmly stuck. After pulling on the string
for a moment or two (probably making things much worse) I paused and turned
back to the group holding the front of my bottoms in place with one hand
though everything to the left of my fluff from toes to boobs was still open
to their gaze.  Blushing red I simply stated the obvious in that the string
was jammed in the door, they were still laughing but the men in the group
politely departed while one of the women stayed behind to help. She tried
to release the string by pulling gently from the door, but the string was
taunt and it is possible her help actually made things worse.  We tried
moving me closer to the door and when that did not work she had the bright
idea of me turning 180° so my right hand side would be closer to the door
freeing up some more of the string.  This of course meant twisting the
bottoms around my right leg which meant that for a short time I was
standing there pretty much naked from the waist down, it would have been
easier to simply take the bottoms off at this point but I just blushed a
deeper red and stood there with my bottom exposed and covered my fluff
with both hands -- until the next group walked by seeing me in that state,
most laughed one whistled. I quickly spun back around to face the locker
but all that did was let them see my see bottom as they walked slowly past,
the bikini now being more of a garter by this point.  Once they had passed
I turned around again pressing my bottom firmly against the door while
covering my fluff with both hands.  My companion apologised while
commenting it seemed pretty stuck and left me standing there while she went
to get an attendant.  At least 2 or three groups passed me in that state
and all found it funny as blushing from head to toe I would apologise for
my current state (though nobody minded) and declined any offers of help as
the attendant was coming. I really should have asked to borrow a towel or
simply took my own out of the bag at my feet, since everyone seemed to find
it funny it never seemed to occur to them to offer me any sort of cover. 
After about 10 minutes my helper returned with a young male attendant who
was trying very hard to look as professional as possible and most notably
had also failed to bring a towel to help me cover up.  Having brought the
attendant, she said good luck and disappeared to re-join her group and from
the smile on her face I did wonder if it had taken so long just so she
could find a male attendant. The attendant took a bunch of keys from his
pocket and found one that was really just a flat piece of metal to turn the
outer screw on the lock.  He then pointed out I -(TM)d need to move away
from the door in order for him to reach the lock, at first I just shuffled
a little to my left which while maintaining my modesty simply made the
string more taunt.  He tried the key in the lock but it would not turn, he
asked if I could move any further away and it was clear that it wouldn
-(TM)t be possible so still blushing and not making eye contact I moved
forward as I turned around again, letting him see my bottom for a brief
moment before stood facing him once more. Another group wandered by the top
of the row, likely having heard of my predicament by now since they were
laughing before they arrived, the attendant looked over and urged them on
telling them to use the cubicles on the other side.  Trying the key again
it was still tight so he said looks like we might have to just cut the
string, I -(TM)m really sorry about this.  I had no intention of letting
that happen unless it was truly stuck so I had a moment of inspiration and
said there -(TM)s one more thing we can try. While he watched I took one
hand away from my fluff and tried to untie the remaining knot, it had
become rather tight in the struggle so I paused took a deep breath then
removed the hand covering my modesty.  He really should have looked away
but I was having fun, after a minute or so of undignified struggle I
finally managed to release the knot and the suit fell away towards the
door. It took me a seconds of standing there with everything on show before
I covered up again with one hand and tried lifting the bikini bottoms
upwards, the attendant had stepped backwards as I walked towards the door
so they were standing behind me as I fiddled with the suit.  One final
group passed the top of the row and I pretended no to notice as they walked
past, at least one person quickly peeked back around the corner for a
better look at my front.  After a little jiggling I finally felt the charm
come free so holding the bikini in position I asked the attendant to try
the lock again. I held my position with both hands holding the bikini above
the lock, he could probably have just reached over but instead went down on
one knee before placing the key in the lock and turning it.  As the door
opened he smiled and turned his head without thinking  -œsaying, job done
-, at this point he was no more than a foot away and realised he had
pretty much been speaking to my fluff.  He quickly stood up and blushing
himself stepped back, I had not covered up but thanked him for his help, he
told me to have a good swim and walked past me smiling. The show was over
but since I heard his footsteps stop before passing the end of the row I
decided to put the bottoms on in the aisle and let him enjoy looking at my
bottom for just a little longer.  Now decent again after almost 20 minutes
of exposure I picked up my bag and walked over to the lockers, rather happy
that not a single person had suggested I put the clothes in my bag back on
-- and of course there were always the open showers for when Id finished my
swim.



   STRING BIKINI 3  -" SKINNY DIP

   I was on holiday with Julie and towards the end of the holiday I
mentioned to her I really wanted to skinny dip in the hotel pool, at first
she thought I meant at night as we had already visited the beach after an
evening out for that very reason -- but grinning I said more 12pm than am.
I was already in the minority walking around topless while poolside, which
was one of the main reasons the idea appealed to me. Simply stripping off
and jumping into the pool would soon get me (possibly us) kicked out of the
hotel but I had a plan and showed Julie the long stringed bikini with kitty
charm. Whenever we went swimming that week it had amused me to see how many
people suddenly felt the need to put on goggles (or snorkel masks) and
watch me from under the water.  While I -(TM)d been topless pretty much the
whole time there was clearly something magical about watching the girls
glide through the water, after a few laps we would sit on the side at the
far end of the pool for a chat before diving back in from the same
position. After a few laps Julie was to either keep hold of the kitty charm
or stand on it as I dove off for another few laps.  Each time we stopped to
chat the suspense was building and to make matters worse Julie was teasing
me with several false starts, playing with the cat each time.  Finally, she
pushed herself up and stood on the edge of the pool and asked if I was
coming, this was a chance to back out if I wanted since her foot was firmly
atop the charm.  Instead I said  -œA few more laps then I -(TM)ll be out
too - and pushed off hard with my feet to ensure the bottoms would be left
far behind only slightly aware of Julie laughing as the feeling of freedom
washed over me. It didn -(TM)t take long before people already in the pool
noticed and many were now swimming under the water for a better look,
while others found positions around the edge to watch me from above.  On
the return journey I switched from crawl to gentle breast stroke specially
for my underwater voyeurs, as I got closer Julie was still at the edge of
the pool laughing she asked  -œsure you -(TM)re okay there Ali, the waters
not too cold or anything? - I just acted confused and  -œno problems, I
-(TM)ll meet you by the sunbeds in a bit, and pushed off the edge into a
backstroke which caused her to almost choke as I let everyone above the
waterline see my fluff. I pretended not to notice her casually pick up my
bikini bottoms as she wandered off to the sunbeds red in the face, in all
honesty I -(TM)d expected someone to call me out on my nudity by this point
but it seemed that everyone was just enjoying the show.  I managed another
10 laps alternating between breast and backstroke before I decided it was
probably time to leave the pool.  So this time when I reached the edge I
pulled myself out of the water and stood tall as I looked around for Julie,
it took a little while as she had moved our bags quite some distance away.
So I walked naked past a wide assortment of groups on their sunbeds who all
grinned, said hi or tipped a glass in my direction as I passed acting
oblivious to my state of undress, but not one of them thought to let me
know how exposed I was having clearly decided to be in on the joke.  When I
finally reached Julie she was pretending to read a book while stifling her
laughter and I just looked at her as though confused, for a brief moment I
thought I might get away with sunbathing nude but it seemed she had
thoughtfully placed my bikini bottoms neatly atop my lounger. I froze in
place for a moment acknowledging the gazes of those around me for the first
time as my cheeks slowly turned bright red, and Julie lost control.  I hadn
-(TM)t planned what I was going to do so the first thing I did was cover my
breasts with my hands to which Julie said  -œnot sure that -(TM)s the bit
you need to be covering there! - It only took a moment but I dashed around
to the far sunbed, exposing myself again to pick up my bikini bottoms, the
people around me were all laughing now. I hurriedly tried to pull my
bottoms on but it seemed Julie had been rather more ingenious than myself
and retied them far too tight, something I only realised while bent over
and the bottoms stuck just above my knees.  Giving up I let them fall to
the floor and covering my breasts as I ran back past everyone to the stairs
leading to our room.  I uncovered my breasts again as I ran up each level
while the other guests watched me through the glass, Julie almost doubled
over laughing was gathering our things and by the time I -(TM)d reached the
top floor was heading towards the elevator. My heart was once again racing
as I stood peeking out from the doors at the top stairwell, for obvious
reasons I did not have our room key so since the coast was clear I tried my
best to hide myself as I stealthily moved closer to the elevator.  It felt
like an eternity standing naked in the corridor watching the light above
elevator show how close my salvation was, I stood off to one side as the
doors finally opened and pretended to ignore Julie making shushing noises.
She asked allowed  -œAre you out there Ali?  I -(TM)ve brought your stuff
up -- I -(TM)m really sorry about what I did in my defence it was funny -,
I responded I was there and guessing what she had planned uncovered myself
once more as I stepped in front of the open doors to see she had encouraged
a few guests to join her.  As before I stood frozen as the other occupants
of the lift took their time looking me over while grinning widely, after a
few moments I covered myself once more and Julie said  -œSorry, I tried to
explain why I was laughing in the lift but I thought it would be better to
just show them - before stepping out of the lift placing one hand on my
shoulder as she guided me away towards our room, letting the lift occupants
watch my departing bottom as the lift doors closed. Once it was just the
two of us again I uncovered and started laughing myself, it -(TM)s a wonder
nobody opened their doors to see what the commotion was but by that point I
was past caring.  We walked to the room and Julie correctly guessed I would
probably want the first shower and left me to it while she settled on a
siesta.  Julie did get in a little trouble for that one as the hotel
manager was waiting for us in the lobby that evening, but he was struggling
to keep a straight face as he informed Julie this was a family resort and
her behaviour was unacceptable -- it was all we could do to remain suitably
chastised until out of earshot where we broke down laughing again too. I
remained clothed for the rest of the holiday, but it was fun to watch how
many people paid attention whenever I sat on the edge of the pool and Julie
was next to me.