Yellow Polka Dot Bikini(s)

"She was afraid to come out of the locker. She was as nervous as she could be. She was afraid to come out of the locker. She was afraid that somebody would see. Two, three, four, tell the people what she wore. It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini that she wore for the first time today. And itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini, so in the locker she wanted to stay."

Did you ever hear a song that stays with you all day, much like the song, the Girl from Ipanema or that infernal song sung by Jose Feliciano, Falice Navidad, that every radio station and every mall plays over and again during the Christmas holiday season? Once those songs get in my head, I can't remove them if I tried. That's what happened to me with this Itsy, Bitsy, Teenie, Weenie, Yellow, Polka Dot Bikini song, after I heard it playing on my car radio. It was driving me nuts. That was all I thought of when walking or driving or eating or sleeping. Then, I got an idea.

I had been thinking of writing another story for Literotica's Summer Lovin' contest but, like most people, I couldn't think of a story. Suddenly, I had an idea to write a story about, what else, a bikini. Only, not knowing anything about bikinis, except for the fact that I really like them, when worn on a hot body, I needed to do some research to write the story. Unfortunately, sometimes when investigating a story, I get too caught up in the research and I get a little too close to the story. That was exactly what happened with this story.

"You busy?"

"Paul, whatever happened to hello Dave, how are you? Are you busy? Did your mother not teach you proper telephone etiquette?"

"Hi Dave, how the fuck are you? You busy?"

"Nah, I'm just lying on the couch, flipping channels, and drinking a beer, while waiting for the game to broadcast."

"I need you to come with me to the mall."

"The mall? We haven't gone to the mall together, since we bought those walkie-talkie radios in the 9th grade."