They had been planning this trip to the Virgin Islands for months—a week of sun, sand, and escape from their everyday lives. He imagined lazy days in board shorts and maybe a few cocktails at the beach bar. She, however, had a very different plan.
The morning of their first full day, she came bouncing into their hotel room carrying a little shopping bag from a boutique she’d stumbled upon the night before. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Okay, babe,” she grinned, “before we hit the beach, I’ve got something special for us.”
He looked up from his phone, confused. “Special?”
She reached into the bag and pulled out two slivers of brightly colored fabric, holding them between her fingers like delicate treasures. His jaw nearly hit the floor.
“Are those…?” he stammered.
“Ultra micro thongs,” she said proudly. “Matching ones. We’re going to live in them all week.”
His face turned crimson. The thongs were impossibly small—basically narrow front pouches with thin strings at the sides. He held one up and could barely tell which part was the front.
“Uh… are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” she said, giving him a playful smack on the chest. “If I’m wearing this”—she dangled hers in front of him—“then so are you. But first things first…”
She tossed him the second thong and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the bathroom.
“What are we doing?” he asked, heart pounding.
“To wear these properly, we need to be completely shaved,” she said matter-of-factly. “Everywhere.”
“Everywhere?” he squeaked.
She nodded with a devilish grin. “Everywhere.”
In the bathroom, she turned on the warm water and spread out a razor, shaving cream, and a pair of scissors on the counter like a military operation. “I’ll help you, and you’ll help me. No excuses. These tiny suits don’t forgive a single stray hair.”
He was nervous but strangely aroused as she gently trimmed and shaved him smooth, giggling every time he twitched from the razor’s touch. When it was his turn to help her, he was trembling, his hands clumsy but careful under her instruction.
By the time they finished, they were both slick and silky smooth. She handed him his thong with a smirk.
“Ready for the big reveal?”
He stepped into it awkwardly, tugging the micro-thin strings over his hips. The suit hugged him tightly, barely containing him. The tiny triangle in front felt more like a suggestion than actual coverage. She turned, slipping into hers with practiced ease, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“God,” he said. “We’re going to get arrested.”
She laughed. “Nope. We’re going to get stares. And I love it. Now grab your towel, beach boy. It’s time to show the Virgin Islands how daring we can be.”
As they strolled to the beach together, the warm Caribbean breeze caressing their newly bare skin, he felt equal parts mortified and exhilarated. Heads were already turning, whispers following them like a wave. But when she slipped her hand into his and whispered, “You look so sexy like this,” he realized he’d never felt so alive—or so exposed.
Their adventure in ultra micro thongs had only just begun.
As they stepped onto the sun-soaked sand, all eyes seemed to follow them. The Virgin Islands were known for their laid-back vibe, but even here their matching ultra micro thongs were… bold. His heart raced as a group of bikini-clad women openly whispered and giggled, their eyes darting to his barely-there pouch.
She leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. “You feel how everyone’s staring? God, it’s turning me on.”
He swallowed hard. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” she purred, tugging him by the hand toward a pair of lounge chairs at the water’s edge.
They laid out their towels, and she immediately stretched out, her oiled skin glistening in the sun. “Time to tan,” she said, snapping her strings slightly as if to emphasize how little fabric separated her from complete nudity.
He hesitated. “Like this? Out in the open?”
She smirked. “Babe, your ass is already out. Might as well commit. Besides…” She reached over, tugging gently at the pouch covering his front. “I want a perfect tan line for you. Or should I say lack of one?”
Before he could protest, she deftly adjusted his thong, tucking it tighter so even less was covered. He gasped as the micro pouch compressed him even more. She chuckled and applied a generous layer of sunscreen to his chest, stomach, and then teasingly low along the waistband.
“You’re my sexy little exhibitionist now,” she whispered.
As he lay back, trying to relax, she got up and sauntered toward the water. Heads turned everywhere she walked—men and women equally mesmerized by her confidence and minimal coverage. Then she waved him over.
“Come on! Let’s cool off.”
The cool water was a relief, and she splashed him playfully. Then, out of nowhere, she swam behind him and tugged down his thong just enough for a split second before letting it snap back into place.
“Hey!” he yelped, looking around in panic.
“Relax,” she giggled. “No one saw. Yet.”
They swam and teased each other until she noticed a group of European couples nearby wearing suits just as tiny—some even topless. One of the women smiled and called out, “Love your matching thongs! So daring!”
“Thanks!” his girlfriend replied, and then whispered to him, “See? We fit right in. Now… let’s take it up a notch.”
His eyes widened. “How?”
She motioned to the Europeans. “Let’s join them. And maybe you should lose the pouch for a bit in the water. It’s practically invisible anyway.”
“Are you serious?” he hissed, his heart pounding.
“I’m dead serious,” she said with that same mischievous grin. “And if you do it, I’ll make sure tonight back in the hotel is… unforgettable.”
He hesitated, but the thrill of her challenge and the heat of her body against his won him over. He slipped the strings off his hips under the water, holding the micro thong in his hand while trying to stay cool. She cheered softly and swam close, pressing her bare chest against him.
“You’re so naughty,” she whispered, nibbling his ear. “And I love it.”
As they mingled with the Europeans, his cheeks burned with embarrassment—and excitement. He’d never felt so exposed, so wild… and so turned on.
When they finally walked back to their chairs, he slipped his thong back on under the water, but she leaned in and whispered:
“Tonight, I’m going to make you wear it for me in the room. Only the thong. And I’m not letting you take it off.”