Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 10

After lunch we drank coffee while discussing what ought to be our afternoon activity. Luigi proposed we go to his side of the island. We would go to the beach and crash afterwards at his place. The idea was met with general approval-in no time we all changed into our swimwear and were on the way.

I went with Paula and my sister in my mom’s car while my aunt, Stefano, and Karen, drove with Luigi. The distance to the port was about thirty-five kilometers on a narrow, curvy road among low hills covered with trees. Every now and then, we would pass a stone mansion or some small farm. Apart from the estates that were scattered all over the island, there wasn’t anything else that could be called a community. The only center of activity on the island was the one we were heading to. Even though it was on the far west side of the island, everyone called it Il Centro.

Luigi’s car was faster and newer than ours was, therefore they arrived first and awaited for us in the middle of the main piazza. A few minutes later, we drove into the piazza and parked right next to Luigi’s. On one side of the piazza was the stone pavement running along the coastline and on the other were several shops and cafeterias.

There were old people seated at the outdoor cafes and groups of young people hanging around without any apparent reason. The moment I got out of the car, I felt the gazes of everyone upon us. I couldn’t be sure whether they were staring at Paula or me. When I was younger, I used to have a few friends whom I met each summer. We didn’t have any way to contact each other apart from stumbling upon each other by accident during the summer holidays.

The fact that nobody called out my name made me assume that nobody I knew was here. All the better! The last thing I wanted was another person trying to hook up with my cousin during her stay here.

We bought mineral water and soft drinks and headed for the beach. This applied for all apart from Luigi and my aunt. Luigi had to rush to his place to put on his swimming trunks and my aunt was more than eager to accompany him.

Nobody, aside from Paula and myself, knew about the actual reason those two wanted to spend some time away from the rest of us. I shot her a side-glance and she gave me a sly smile. She seemed okay with the fact that her mom and Luigi wanted to have a quick f**k before joining the rest of us at the beach.

After walking a couple of hundred meters, we chose a spot and spread out our towels over the sand. Even though we had all gotten rid of our clothes, the only one eager to enter the water was Karen. Before doing that, she left the upper part of her bikini lying on the sand.

“Wow,” I uttered as I stared at her pale figure disappearing into the blue waters.

“You know how British girls are,” said Stefano with a wide grin of satisfaction over his face.

“No, I don’t.”

“They get crazy under the hot Southern sun. There is nothing like this in their country.”

“I heard that Scandinavian girls are even crazier.”

“Yep,” said my cousin. “They remove all their clothes when they go to the beach.”

“Is it true that they shave it?”

“The younger ones, yes. However, the old ones have hair on the legs and armpits. They don’t give a toss about what guys think.”

“Yikes!”

“What are you two talking about?” said Paula who unexpectedly came from behind and sat between us. She was wearing her wide-brimmed straw hat and sunglasses for protection from the sun. Otherwise, the only thing adorning her shiny tanned body was her yellow bikini

I turned around and saw that my mom and sister were heading towards the water. My sister gestured me to go with them but I shook my head.

“Don’t tell me your going to leave Karen alone to the mercy of the sharks?” shouted my mother.

“If she screams we’ll rush to save her,” replied Angelo.

“I think the worst sharks are the ones lurking on the shore,” said Paula. With these words, we all burst in laughter.

“No, seriously,” I said. “When she gets out, Karen had better put back on her bikini top or else everyone from the piazza is going to relocate here.”

“You know how these Northern women are,” said Stefano. “Nobody can tell them what to do. You know how they make fun of Italian women. That they’re good only for cooking and raising babies?”

“Italian women need at some stage to become more assertive,” said Paula.

“I can tell you that is impossible, my dear,” said Stefano. “Do you know why? Because of the kind of man these territories breed. The only thing that allows northern women to behave the way they do is the nature of their men.”

“Guys in Canada are more laid back and respectful,” said Paula.

“So you like them more?” I asked.

“It certainly makes a woman feel better not being under scrutiny from everyone around her. Did you see how those guys at the piazza were staring? Nothing like that happens where I live.”

“That’s because Canada is so cold, so they got get the chance to see scantily dressed girls very often,” I said with the air of an expert.

“You’re wrong again,” said Paula. “Last year I went with my parents to a hot spring resort where everyone was naked and there was no big deal. If you get naked over here, everyone assumes you’re a slut.”

“That’s why you’re still wearing your bikini?”

“No. It’s because I’m not ready yet for s****l liberation. Plus, my mother wouldn’t approve.”

“Does anyone want to get in the water with me?” asked Stefano and stood up.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Maybe later.”

We watched Stefano jog across the beach to the direction of the water. He paused for a few moments to exchange a few words with my mother and sister before he shot forward and started swimming towards Karen’s direction.

Paula turned her head and gazed into my eyes.

“You think they’re gonna f**k each other in the water?” she asked.