Mira - Shiny little tease
Mira’s Golden Week Diary – “Shiny Little Tease”
I probably should’ve picked a different bikini. This one’s more gold paint than clothing, and I’m spending more time adjusting it than actually tanning. But also… I kinda love it?
There’s something about being oiled up, stretched out under the sun with my tits pushed up and my ass just slightly tilted. You feel it, right? That buzz of being watched—not in a creepy way, just… noticed. Clocked. Catalogued. It’s like a little charge under your skin. Especially when it’s someone specific doing the watching. The kind of gaze you feel before you even open your eyes.
This thing squeaks when I move. Every time I shift or breathe too deep, the fabric slides or pulls and suddenly it’s halfway up my crack again. So I hook a finger under the strap, peel it out, let it snap back against my butt with a little sting—then pretend I didn’t notice. I mean, I did, obviously. But they don’t need to know that.
I roll over. Maybe I sigh a little too loudly. Maybe I arch just a bit more than necessary. It’s hot. The sun’s hot. I’m hotter. And if that makes a few people squirm in their deck chairs, well… happy Golden Week to us all.
I’m gonna need another cold drink and maybe a cold rinse too, because my skin is warm and slick and - let’s be honest -I’m already kinda soaked.