“Shit,” I said out loud, despite being the only person in the room. Bill and April were waiting for me outside, already in the hottub. I pulled the material out of the bag and searched inside the bag for more. It was empty. “This can’t be right…”

I threw the package back on the bed and pulled out my phone, opening the browser and navigating to “Previous Orders” with suddenly-sweaty fingertips. It only took a few seconds, and the bikini looking back at me–the one I’d ordered a few days previously–was a modest green number with lots of fabric and a conservative but sexy shape.

As the group holiday started to approach, I’d been getting worried. The tracking number didn’t work, and much to my annoyance I realized I’d ordered it from China. Thankfully, it had arrived the morning of our flight, and I’d been so relieved that I had thrown it in my bag without looking.

Only, it hadn’t arrived at all.

What had arrived was so small it was barely there at all. I held the fabric up to the light. The top was little more than two small fabric triangles held together by string, and the bottoms were half the size.

“Sarah?” April called from outside. “You coming out? The water feels great!”

“Hold on, two minutes!”

Fuck it, I thought. Maybe it won’t be as revealing as it looks.

I stripped naked and put it on quickly. As I tied the final string there was a knock on the door of my cabin. I grabbed the complimentary robe off the back of the door and slipped it on.

“Sarah?” April stuck her head around the door. “C’mon, we’re waiting for you! Are you ready?”

“Yeah, but–”

“C’mon then! Let’s go!”

“But–”

She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me outside, leading the way to the hot tub and climbing the stairs in front of me. Bill was already in the water and gave me a little smile as April plopped herself down next to him.

“Ommmm,” she hummed, making little rings with her fingers. “Honestly Sarah, this thing is so Zen, you gotta get in.”

“I’m not sure I can,” I laughed. “I don't suppose you brought another bikini with you, did you?”

“Just this one,” April said, looking down at her own traditional bathing suit. “C’mon, I'm sure whatever you’ve got on is fine. Bill doesn’t care. Do you, Bill?”

Bill smiled somewhat awkwardly, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else than this conversation.

I opened my robe. April and Bill’s eyes went wide.

I looked down and understood why.

For a split-second I thought I had forgotten to put it on. The tiny triangles barely covered my boobs, my areola almost fully visible around the edge of the material. The cold air of opening my robe caused my nipples to harden, stretching the fabric even further, revealing more of my huge tits to my best friend and her husband. Worse still, my hungry pussy had swallowed the third triangle, my freshly shaven lips on display to both of them. I snapped the robe closed.

April cleared her throat. “Wow, Sarah. I didn’t know…” Her sentence trailed off. She crossed her legs beneath the water and then uncrossed them again. “Can I…see it again? You look…amazing.”

I laughed, hearing the nervousness and embarrassment in my own voice. “Really?”

“Sure,” she said, paddling over to the side of the hottub where I stood. She had been my best friend for 10 years, but the look of hunger in her eyes was new to me. “I think it looks great.”

She pulled on the fabric of the robe and it swung open again, revealing my body again. To my surprise, April reached out and playfully ran her fingers along my pussy, the fabric tight against my clit. I felt an instant, involuntary wave of pleasure and wetness.

“I just think it looks amazing,” she said, licking her lips. “Bill, how about you?”

Bill was trying to look elsewhere, but no matter what he did, his eyes kept returning to my exposed tits and almost-naked pussy. It felt exhilarating to be standing with my body on display like this, to be appraised in such a slutty way. April looked back at him and he nodded. She turned back to me and grinned.

“C’mon,” she took my hand. It was warm and wet from the hottub. “We’ve both seen it now, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

I allowed myself to be led into the water, sinking low into the warmth and sitting down opposite April and Bill. I relaxed at last, breathing out steam into the air, the pleasurable feeling in my pussy still lingering from where April had touched me. I sank lower into the water and smiled.

My holiday had begun.