Riviera Heat: Ginger's Thong Reveal

The salt air hung heavy, thick with the scent of sunscreen and something vaguely floral from the resort’s over-perfumed gardens. Ginger and I had arrived at the adults-only Riviera Maya resort just a few days prior, eager to celebrate our tenth anniversary. As you recall from our previous encounter in Vegas, Ginger had been determined to wear a thong swimsuit on this trip, a promise she’d finally kept. The swim-out room we’d booked was idyllic, overlooking a turquoise pool that shimmered under the relentless Mexican sun. The initial unpacking was a blur of colorful swimwear and the anticipation of what was to come.

Ginger, ever the instigator, immediately declared, “Babe, let’s get our suits on, I need some sun.” She’d packed a selection of both playful and provocative outfits, including a couple of new thong bikinis, a detail that immediately piqued my interest. "Oh really, suits for me?" I asked, a nervous tremor in my voice. Ginger simply smirked, pulling out a pair of short, fitted boxer-brief style board shorts. “Yep, if I’m going to wear a thong for you, you’re going to wear something for me.”

My protests were met with a playful challenge. "Ok, fine, then I’m not wearing this thong babe. No problem. But please just try them on and let me see you in them.” Reluctantly, I stripped off my usual trunks and pulled on the board shorts. They were surprisingly form-fitting, clinging to my hips and thighs with no lining whatsoever. "This is a swimsuit?" I questioned, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Well, babe, they are called beach shorts, and I think they look so good on you. Your ass looks great, and your package looks so yummy! Are you getting hard wearing them?"

The heat of her gaze and the suggestive nature of her words certainly had an effect. “No, I’m getting hard ‘cause you’re talking sexy,” I admitted, unable to deny the building tension. “Wear them for me, please, babe? Seriously, you look very sexy in them. I wouldn’t make you wear them if I didn’t think so. Plus, we don’t know anybody here, and it’s not like you’re wearing a Speedo. You want me to wear a sexy thong, don’t you?”

“Fine! I’ll wear them!” I conceded, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Ginger’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Yay! Okay, now do you mind if I get naked? And which thong do you want me to wear first?”

Without hesitation, I rummaged through her collection, pulling out a vibrant leopard print string thong. As she slowly undressed, the curtains separating our swim-out room from the pool remained open, allowing a small audience to witness her exhibitionistic display. I watched, a strange mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within me, as she slipped into the thong bottoms, pulling them up to reveal her triangle top. The material was sheer, highlighting the delicate curve of her breasts and the outline of her nipples. The top was unlined, further emphasizing the sensuality of her form.

“Well, what do you think, babe?” she asked, a confident smirk playing on her lips. "Wow, you look incredible! I can’t believe it took this long to get you in a thong because you look amazing!” Ginger’s words felt like a warm wave washing over me, erasing any lingering doubts. “Thanks, babe. I do feel sexy. Do you think this is too much?”

“No it’s just right!” I burst out laughing, my voice hoarse with desire. I reached out, pulling her close and placing my hands on her breasts, working her already hardened nipples as I leaned in to kiss her neck. The scent of her perfume mingled with the salty air, intoxicating me completely. As I continued to tease her, my hand slid down her back, pulling her closer until our bodies were pressed together. My cock, hard and throbbing in the confines of the board shorts, threatened to burst free. I desperately wanted to conceal my weapon, but the heat of Ginger's body and the intensity of our shared desire made it increasingly difficult.

Ginger, emboldened by my reaction, continued to tease me mercilessly, her fingers tracing the contours of my body, sending shivers down my spine. She then reached out and gently tugged on the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down slightly to expose a sliver of my package. The sight of my hard cock protruding from beneath the board shorts sent another wave of heat through my veins.

“Wear them for me, babe,” she whispered, her voice husky and low. “Just a little bit longer.” As I struggled to maintain control, she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear. The anticipation built, the need to release overwhelming. Finally, unable to resist any longer, I ripped the board shorts completely off, revealing my fully erect member to the world. Ginger let out a delighted squeal, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she began to tease me mercilessly, her fingers dancing along my shaft. It was a slow, deliberate process, designed to build the tension even further before the inevitable explosion.

As she continued her assault, I lost all control, my body convulsing in response to her touch. The heat intensified, the throbbing in my cock reaching a fever pitch. I could feel myself on the verge of climax, desperate to release the pent-up energy that had been building within me. Just as I felt myself about to lose control, Ginger abruptly pulled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice laced with playful dominance. She grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me closer to her. “Let’s see if you can handle a little more teasing.” With a final, provocative thrust, she brought me to the brink of ecstasy, before abruptly stopping, leaving me breathless and begging for more. The heat slowly subsided, replaced by a lingering sense of pleasure and anticipation. The world felt vibrant, alive, and utterly delicious.

Ginger, satisfied with her performance, let out a deep sigh and then turned her attention to her own pleasure. She reached for one of her other thongs, this one a vibrant pink with a small, strategically placed hole. She quickly pulled it on, sliding into it with a graceful movement. Then, she turned her attention back to me, her eyes filled with playful mischief. “Now, let’s see how you like this one,” she whispered, her voice dripping with anticipation.

As she began to tease me again, my body responded instinctively, my muscles tensing, my breath quickening. The pleasure continued to build, each touch, each whisper, each glance driving me further and further towards the edge of ecstasy. I knew that if I didn’t release soon, I would lose control completely. And so, with a final, desperate plea, I surrendered to the pleasure, letting out a primal scream as we both reached our peak. The world exploded in a burst of sensation, a symphony of pleasure that left me weak and trembling. When the wave finally subsided, we collapsed into each other, exhausted but content, lost in the lingering warmth of our shared experience. The Riviera Maya Expedition had certainly lived up to its name.

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