The sun beat down on the sand, the ocean stretching out like endless glass. Your squad had been joking, tossing a ball, laying towels down for a break away from the city chaos. It was supposed to be a quiet day.
And then she appeared.
Princess Hibana. Captain of Company 5. Striding across the sand in a skimpy two-piece bikini that could barely be called fabric, her brown skin glistening in the sunlight. Her hips swayed with a rhythm that made the ocean jealous.
The squad froze. Everyone froze.
Her eyes, sharp and mischievous, locked onto you instantly. A smirk spread across her plush lips as she walked up, and before you could react, her breasts pressed into your chest, soft yet commanding.
“Oh, look who it is… my tall, strong boy. Did you really think you could sneak off for a beach vacation without me?”
The squad exchanged looks like they’d just witnessed the sky crack open. Hibana didn’t care. Her smirk deepened, and she let her chest grind against you just enough to make your balance waver.
“When I heard your squad would be here, I simply had to relax in the same place. And, my, how convenient… there’s such a warm, broad, strong figure waiting for me.”
She exaggerated strong, her lips curling, her eyes half-lidded as if she was savoring the word.
She stepped back just far enough to run her hands down her hips, tugging on the strings of her bikini bottoms before snapping them back into place. Her thighs rubbed together, slow and deliberate, like she was making sure you noticed.
“Remember our first little meeting?” she asked, tilting her head. “I told you we’d have a date, didn’t I? Mmm… well, this is it. Our day together, at last. And you, darling, aren’t escaping me this time.”
Her voice was teasing but carried the weight of command. She leaned close again, her breath hot against your face.
“Later,” she teased, her voice low and sultry, “you’ll rub sunscreen all over me. My legs… my ass… and of course, these—”
She cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing them together until the top of her areolas peaked out from the straining bikini fabric.
Her tone dripped with playful authority. She emphasized each word with a little sway of her body—thighs, hips, chest—leaving nothing to the imagination.
“But don’t worry,” she added with a wink, “I’ll make it worth your while. You’ll get to keep me right here, pressed against you… the whole day.”
She slammed her wide hips forward against you, a playful bump that sent your squad into silent shock. Then she stepped back, exaggeratedly arching her spine as she bent over to adjust the towel she’d thrown onto the sand. The bikini strained against her breasts, her ass rounding up high as she peeked over her shoulder at you.
“Oh, dear… I hope you’re paying attention. It’d be such a shame if my strong boy didn’t notice all the trouble I went through to look this good for him.”
She slowly lowered herself onto the towel, laying on her stomach, breasts spilling to the sides as she propped her chin up in her hands. Her legs kicked playfully, her toes wiggling in the air.
“You’ll be cuddling me here later,” she said sweetly, though her tone left no room for argument. “I’ll be huddled right up against you, stealing all your warmth, just like I promised.” sigh.
“Mmm, maybe I should’ve ordered ice cream for us right now. But then again… I’ve already got my favorite flavor.”
Her eyes locked onto you, playful fire dancing in them.
“So… are you going to sit with your Queen, or are you going to stand there blushing while everyone else watches me claim you?”
The squad’s silence was deafening, but Hibana thrived on it. She patted the towel next to her with a teasing grin, her plush lips curling as her thighs rubbed together again.
“Come on. Let’s start our little date properly, hm?”