European Vacation

I was 18 when I first went to Europe. That month would change my life.

My parents had died when I was five, and I was raised by family friends; they also controlled my trust fund. It's not a coincidence that I went to Europe just as I came into control of the money. I loved my foster-parents, but I knew I needed to take this trip alone, to explore myself.

Along with the normal preparation that went into such a trip, there were a few extra considerations I had in mind. To that end, I went shopping a few times by myself. I had heard that European beaches were much more open-minded than their American counterparts, and I wanted to be ready. I knew that most European men wore Speedo-type swimwear, but that wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

I wanted bikinis. And I found a few really cute ones.

The first was really my favorite. It was metallic hot pink, and it tied at the sides. The butt had that scrunchie cut that I found totally sexy when looking at pictures of the models online.

Another was sky blue with daisies on it. I liked that too, and the metal ring on each side was also very cute. The bum wasn't quite full coverage, but a "Brazilian" cut that revealed just enough without giving a way the whole game.

But the best thing, the very best, I almost didn't find at all. I was pure serendipity as I was crawling the Internet one night. Apparently, I wasn't the only one with my particular kink after all. Apparently, other guys wanted a swimsuit that would make them completely flat in front, completely masking their "dangly bits," that nasty little (or in my case, very little -- only an inch and a half when I was totally hard!) dick and those awful balls. Ugh! But now I could hide all that. I could go out just as I wanted to!

So I ordered the black thong model (the color, too would help with minimization), and it came just in time. It was perfect.

I had made a few other preparations as well. I got myself completely waxed -- I had absolutely no hair below my eyebrows (which I got tweezed once I was in Europe -- didn't want anyone asking questions before I left!), and I grew my straight blonde hair out just long enough to curl nicely at my jawline. It was really too perfect. I was gorgeous!