I’m staring at myself in the mirror with a look of disbelief on my face. What the hell am I doing, standing there in a black string bikini that I’d slipped on over my underwear? Even with my full-coverage granny panties underneath, I still look scandalously under-dressed and absolutely ridiculous.
When I pulled the bikini out of the shipping envelope, I remember looking back inside for the rest of it. But the envelope was empty.
Really? I thought as I stared at the tiny pieces of fabric and string. I’m supposed to fit into this? The top was so small, it was basically two triangle-shaped pasties strung together. At least on me it would be. My DDs don’t exactly do “subtlety.”