Jon was increasingly anxious about the temporary nature of his relationship. It was his third day and this vacation was nearly halfway over already. Jon decided he should try wearing the bra again.
Just as he had watched her daub paint over her body the evening before, she observed him with curiosity as he struggled with a strange but pretty pink, frilly object.
It took him some time to secure his breasts within the too-small cups of the bra, but that was the easy part. Try as he might, he couldn't get the hooks to lock while they were behind his back and his patience soon ran out.
"God freakin' dammit," he grumbled, not wanting to raise his voice around his lover.
Then inspiration hit. Jon took the bra over to the island girl.
"Can you help me?" he asked, presenting her with the feminine item.
She took the bra from him and examined it intensely. From Jon's fumblings she'd already learned what the cups were for and quickly inserted herself into it. With the straps over her shoulders it was her turn to struggle with the clasp. Jon smiled and moved behind her where he fastened the bra with surprising ease.
The girl laughed and leapt to her feet. She took a few small, experimental jumps and found the support it gave her boobs amazing. She ran back to her boy and kissed him passionately.
"Okay," Jon laughed, "glad you like it. Now you do me."
She stared at him blankly.
"You put that," he pointed to the bra, then to himself, "on me."
Her brow furrowed, then she said something as she tugged lightly at her necklace, still on his shoulders. She then pulled the cups of her bra with emphasis.
Jon couldn't understand her words, but from her actions he realised what she was saying.
"Oh crap, you thought it was a gift?"
