“Wow, Tess, if I had known that the swimsuit was so revealing I would have bought another one.” Dash said.
They both turned.
“Hey, I think Tess looks smashing in the bikini, but you’re right. It shows a lot more of her than the one-piece she brought with her.” Elena said.
Tess looked up at Dash and smiled. “You’re both being silly. It’s very conservative for a bikini.” she said.
And it was. The tank style top showed the barest hint of her cleavage and the hip-hugging short bottoms didn’t reveal anything like the thongs she’d seen on the local beaches, or even the high-cut brief bottoms. On her figure, it was perfectly decent.
“Not conservative enough,” Dash muttered in a driven undertone.
“If it bothers you so much—” Tess began to say.
“Don’t offer to change it. You must start as you mean to go on,” Elena exclaimed. “If you let him dictate your clothes now, it will never end.”