Iris Potter was strolling down a beach somewhere in France. She had recently turned twenty three, and had been forcibly told by her friends that she needed to stop being a workaholic and take an actual vacation. So she had randomly selected a map to decide her destination ,and she ended up with a map of France. "So what if I haven't had a break since Christmas?" thought Iris, "It's not like I can just magically will paperwork away, ironically enough". So here she was, spending a peaceful afternoon basking under the sun at a French beach, and feeling off for every second of it. "Not being relied on by anybody feels weird." thought Iris. "Maybe Neville had a point when he said I should take a break, honestly when was the last time I felt this relaxed". Iris stretched out in contentment, unknowingly showing off her long legs and ample chest to anybody watching the bikini clad beauty.
"Though I wish that Luna had packed a less embarrassing swimsuit, I should have known introducing her to the twins would be a bad idea" mused Iris. Luna had turned out to have gained quite the mischievous side as an adult, and Iris had decided to introduce her to the twins. The three had become a trio almost within five minutes, and now it was almost too common a sight to see wizards cursing the three whenever they fell for a prank that was seemingly accidental. Unfortunately for Iris, Luna had apparently decided to prank Iris this time and clearly had been the one to pack her trunk when her friends had forcibly sent her on vacation, and by the time Iris had managed to check her clothes it was too late to change anything.
Iris had eventually decided to just get the humiliation over with and got into what she hesitatingly called a bikini, mainly because she was sure a normal bikini was NOT that tight, or usually made of black leather.
Even just thinking of it now brought a tiny red blush to Iris's cheeks, a blush which was not helped by the fact that she was in France. "The problem with France" muttered a flustered Iris," is that nobody has any sense of shame". Iris only had to look around briefly to come to this conclusion, because when she looked around the beach at least a fourth of the people there were couples just making out, a sight that made Iris burn with a strange emotion. "Alright, I think it's time for me to leave" Iris decided, "perhaps I can go check out the bars in the town, I always wanted to try that". And with that Iris hastily left the beach, putting the strange emotion out of her head.
Three hours later it was just after sunset and Iris had found herself in a quaint little bar on the beachfront. By then she had tried three different alcoholic drinks, and had started thinking about leaving for her condo because her head was feeling slightly hazy. Before she could leave however, a man dressed in swim shorts and a tank top sat down next to her. While normally people wouldn't go to a bar dressed in a swimsuit, this bar was on the beachfront so half of the patrons had come dressed in various swimwear, with Iris herself still in her black bikini. He had light blond hair, sea green eyes, and was built like a surfer, with tightly packed muscle and a glowing tan.
"Hey gorgeous" he said, wearing a confident smile "My name is Jules, what brings a lovely siren such as yourself up to the surface". Iris, only half paying attention to him before, now focused on him like a searchlight, her face lit up enough to serve as one. Stammering, she replied "just decided to take a break from relaxing by the shore, and you?". Smile only growing, Jules replied "Well I was looking for a drink, but then I saw you and I decided to quench my thirst for such beauty, and to try my luck at getting your name" finishing with a wink. Somehow growing even more flustered Iris, after a brief hesitation, spoke. "My name is Iris". Jules smirked and replied "A lovely name, it suits you". And with that Iris remained at the bar with Jules.
For the next hour Iris and Jules chatted and discussed their respective situations, and slowly both grew more and more relaxed as they grew to know one another.
"..And that's how I ended up here" finished Iris, to Jules's amused gaze. "So what now?" asked Iris, feeling oddly comfortable due to the drinks. At this point in time both had been drinking for the better part of an hour, and now any and all inhibitions were flung out of the picture. Jules seemed to think for a moment then smiled devilishly. "How do you feel about playing a drinking game called Transfer?" he asked. "The rules are simple, we both start with five shots, but anybody who wins a match of rock-paper-scissors takes the other's shot, and whoever runs dry first loses and has to drink the shots". Normally Iris would have said no without any hesitation. Now however, emboldened by the liquid courage she smirked and challenged "I have no issue with playing a few, just fair warning, I have very odd luck".
Several minutes later a shocked Iris cursed fate for messing with her at every opportunity, this time manifested as Jules's collection of ten shots. Iris gulped, and stuttered "Do I really have to drink ALL of that?". Jules seemed to think about it, but then replied "The rules are the rules, so you have to drink". Gulping Iris decided that it was time to take drastic measures. "I'll never hear the end of this if Luna finds out" Iris thought to herself. Mourning her dignity, Iris spoke, "Oh, but is there nothing else I can do, I'm tired of its taste". Jules looked like he was about to argue, but then she saw him visibly perk up with an idea. "You know.." he said, "If you're tired of taking those shots, I might have a better idea of what you can drink". His grin was oozing self assured confidence. "I just don't think you will like it either, It's reserved for adults after all". At this Iris froze before going red in anger. "So you don't think I'm mature then, well I'll just have to prove you wrong then". Jules's smirk grew victorious. " Well if that's the case then you wouldn't mind paying me back with a different kind of shot". Iris, not wanting to have to drink all of the shots, nodded hastily. At this Jules's grin grew sly as he said "For this shot, you'll have to suck me off". At this Iris's face burned red "What!?" she squeaked in her head. "Wait, No! He wants me to back down, I cannot stop" she thought to herself. Bracing herself, Iris put on a cocky smile and replied "If you insist". Quickly, before she could have any second thoughts she dropped beneath the table, and out of sight.
Immediately, Iris noticed how close her face was to Jules's crotch. Face glowing, Iris took a slight breath and slowly reached out for his waistband, tugging the shorts down quietly so as to not alert anyone else in the bar. Just as Iris got Jules's pants down to his knees, a large, hot, velvety object sprang out and covered her face. Letting out a small squeak she wriggled back to get a better look and gasped, a small amount of drool at her mouth. Jules's member was massive, at least eight inches long and her hand would have barely been able to wrap around it. Just looking at the tool made Iris feel dazed. Feeling brave, Iris reached out and slowly stroked the impressive length. Hearing Jules's slight gasp and feeling emboldened, Iris tentatively stuck her tongue out and gave the underside a cautious lick. It tasted strangely delicious, and Iris hummed in appreciation, now nibbling and licking the sinful tool as if it were a popsicle. Iris was just about to swallow the tip of Jules's manhood when she froze, as she noticed somebody walk up to their booth. Suddenly a risky plan occurred to her and against her common sense she reached out and kept stroking Jules quietly. "Hello sir" she heard from above, "would you like any more drinks?" Out of her sight, she heard Jules respond "No, I think I'm just about done". Iris, feeling mischievous, gradually sped up her stroking, hoping she would cause Jules to react before the server could leave. Unfortunately, she was too late as she heard the waiter say "Alright sir, enjoy your night" and with that the waiter left. Jules quickly looked down under the table and said "I'm enjoying your enthusiasm, but maybe not when someone is that close". smirking to hide her embarrassment, Iris cheekily whispered "Not one to take risks then?". Jules went quiet for a minute and just when she thought she had won that conversation, Jules suddenly reached his hands under the table and quickly stripped her bikini top off. Iris could only gape at how quickly he managed it. Eyes glazed and face pink Iris hissed out at him from under the table, just as he started slowly groping and massaging her breasts, "What are you doing!?". Looking up from her chest, Jules grinned and replied "Just decided to take a risk". Resigning herself, Iris just decided to get lost in the pleasure and resumed suckling on Jules's member. Her tits dangled out as she nursed, swaying with a forward-backward motion as her nipples pressed firmly against Jules's palms. It was increasing her pleasure even more than she believed possible. Jules kept to his constant rhythm, slowly massaging her breasts and occasionally tweaking her nipples. Iris had finally managed to deepthroat Jules when she couldn't help but release a moan, surprising her when Jules groaned in appreciation, her moaning providing extra sensations to his member in her moist, warm throat.
Eventually they reached a pattern, as Jules groped Iris's hanging tits, Iris would nurse on Jules's swollen member and bob her head slowly over his length. Soon, all Iris could notice was the embarrassingly lewd noises that accompanied their lovemaking. Praying to everything that nobody else in the bar would notice, the slurps and slaps of moist flesh began reaching a crescendo. Jules started speeding his movements up, signaling to Iris that he was close. Iris, remembering her deal, started bobbing her head faster and sucking tighter, ready to drain Jules to his very last drop. Finally, after a sinfully long anticipation, Jules let out one last quiet groan and released into her mouth, giving her his "shot". Iris, initially surprised by the taste, thought to herself in arousal "It's oddly tasty, kind of salty though". Iris began swallowing, hoping to catch as much of the salty treat as she could, but eventually had to concede defeat when she could not swallow fast enough. Jules pulled out of her mouth and released the last of his climax onto her bare, heaving chest. Left in a daze, Iris began to scoop up the cream coating her tits with her hand and into her mouth. Gasping, Iris finished her meal, and looked up from under the table. To her surprise(and slight arousal) Jules was staring down at her with a dazed look in his eye and slightly pink cheeks. Regaining herself, Iris smirked up at him and whispered softly "did you enjoy your win". Jules, shocked silent, could only nod rapidly. Smirking, Iris slowly Put her bikini top back on, making sure to give Jules a private show in the process, and got back up from under the table, hoping that no one noticed her absence. To her relief, after a quick look around she decided that no one else in the bar had noticed. With a sigh, Iris stood up from the booth and set some cash on the table, looking back at Jules with a smug look she asked "How about we finish our discussion at the shore, I hear moonlit walks are rather lovely here". Knowing that Jules was paying close attention to her, Jules decided to put an extra sway in her hips as she walked outside and to the starlit beach. "I'll have to thank Luna" Iris decided " I just need to make sure she never knows what for". With that last thought she walked away, a bounce in her step and smiling slightly as she heard the telltale sound of hurried footsteps behind her.