A very slutty competition…

Julie was still asleep when I woke up.

For a moment I lay still and listened to the air conditioner, my head heavy from the previous night of cocktails and dancing. I wasn’t hungover, but I’d drank enough that the morning light peeking around the edge of the blackout drapes felt like an invasion of our sanctuary. Julie seemed less bothered, her quiet, uneven breathing drifting from the pile of blankets on the other bed. I rolled onto my side and checked my phone.

It was just after six in the morning.

Despite the lingering heaviness in my limbs, my body felt restless, bristling at the memory of Julie recounting her flirtation with the guy by the pool. *Oh, yeah, he’s actually sooooo nice. Super kind and a bit dorky. Shame I got to him first, right?*

She changed position in her sleep as if aware I was thinking about her, adjusting the blanket to reveal a tiny pair of panties twisted around her hips, her face pressed down into the pillow, hair fanned out all around her.

Even like that, she looked like a goddess.

How annoying.

Julie’s aptitude for sleeping was unmatched, and experience told me she would be out for at least another hour, so I slid out of bed carefully and grabbed my bikini, still damp and smelling faintly of chlorine. I slipped it on, grabbed a towel, tied my hair up, and headed for the door.

Outside the room, the corridor was empty, and aside from a few people leaving for day excursions, most people wouldn’t be up yet. That was what I liked about being an early riser; no shouting kids, no booming music from the bar, no one fighting for sunbeds with towels and passive-aggressive looks.

Just the early morning light and the calls of the local birds.

The elevator was already on our floor. I pressed the button and stepped in. The doors closed with a soft clunk, and I watched the floor numbers tick down as I leaned against the metal rail, cool against my lower back. In the mirror, I watched as I pressed my breasts together, the fabric of the bikini straining to hold them. Maybe I was still a little drunk from last night, but I started to think Julie was right; having humungous boobs wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

I stepped out of the elevator, telling myself I wasn’t coming down early to find him, telling myself I wasn’t already planning what I would say, telling myself that–

“Ow!”

“Oh, fuck–oh my god, sorry! Are you okay?”

“I–shit, I didn’t see you there!”

“Jeeze, it’s all over you…”

He had been coming round the corner, phone in one hand, plastic cup of water in the other. I had been going the other way, looking to my left, wondering which restaurant I was going to for lunch. We had collided, hard enough that he had crushed his cup of water and sent it cascading down my chest, where it flowed its rivulets into my cleavage and across my nipples.

I looked up at him, our eyes meeting properly for the first time. He was tall, much taller than he’s looked from across the pool. He looked away, shaking his head in embarrassment.

“Damn. I got you so wet.”

His eyes widened with panic as he realized what he’d said.

“Shit, I mean–”

I giggled. “It’s fine. Here.”

I handed him my towel. He looked down at his T-shirt, a splash of water with a faint imprint of where my breasts had pressed against him.

“Thank you.” He took the towel and dabbed his chest.

“No worries,” I said. “It’s my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“No, really, I didn’t think anyone else would be up at this time. I should have been looking. Are you staying at the hotel, too?”

“It would be weird if I wasn’t,” I smiled.

His eyes flushed to my still-shimmering cleavage. He laughed nervously. “Sorry. Stupid question, I guess.”

I shrugged, taking the towel as he handed it back to me. I dabbed it on my chest. “So, you met my friend Julie yesterday?”

His eyes widened. “Oh, no way? She’s your friend?”

“Mm-hm,” I tilted my head slightly. “We’re here together. I was actually sitting on the other side of the pool when she came over to speak to you. You looked kinda nervous.”

He groaned. “Oh god. You saw that? I swear, she just kind of…*appeared*. One minute I’m reading and the next minute she’s standing over me and asking if I’m lonely.”

I laughed. “Subtle as ever.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind,” I smiled. “What are you up to now?”

“Trying to find coffee. I couldn't sleep so I gave in and got up.”

“Same here. Jet lag always messes with me when I travel.” I nodded. “So, how about you buy me a cup to make it up to me?” I looked down at my chest, still glistening. “It can be the second beverage you’ve shared with me this morning.”

He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“I guess that’s right. Sorry again about that.”

I shrugged. “I’m Sarah, by the way.

“Max,” he replied. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

I smiled, pushing my breasts together slightly as I shook his hand, subtly enough to be deniable, but obvious enough that the fabric tented slightly over my nipples as they bulged.

I guess Julie was right; it *was* fun to be a little slutty.

I looked up at him.

“Let’s go get that coffee.”

***

I heard her footsteps before I saw her, crossing the poolside with high heels and messy hair, sunglasses perched on top of her head. She was wearing her tiniest bikini–the blue one she said she probably wouldn’t fit–and she looked amazing. Her eyes flicked from me to Max and then to the space between us. She didn’t scowl or frown, but I’d known her long enough to read the irritation on her face.

I gave her a smile.

“Morning,” she said lightly as she walked over, tugging on the front of her bikini top, forcing her cleavage higher, the fabric barely covering her nipples. “So, you two met, huh?”

I nodded serenely, gazing at the water’s surface and enjoying her effort not to appear annoyed. Max straightened up on his lounger, flustered.

“Hey, Julie. Good to see you again.”

She smiled sweetly. “Mind if I join you guys?”

“Of course not!”

She nodded, but instead of moving to the sun-lounger beside me, she moved toward the one beside him instead. With a little smile in my direction, she set down her towel and laid out beside him, stretching out her body as if offering herself to him, the lounger barely reacting to her soft and delicate form.

“So,” she said, arching her back slightly as she settled into position. “Bring me up to speed. What did I miss?”

“Nothing much,” I said. “Just enjoying the sun. Right, Max?”

“Pretty much,” he agreed. And it was true. After Max had bought me a cup of coffee, we lay beside each other on our sun-loungers, not saying much; just two shy people stretched out side by side, breathing the same warm air. It was nice. Relaxed, even.

Or at least, it was, until Julie arrived.

“Oh, sounds boring.” She pouted her cherry red lips, looking at Max with a hunger she didn’t bother hiding. “So. Are you here on your own?”

Max hesitated.

“Yeah,” he said. “On my own.”

“Cool,” Julie said, not sensitive to the tone of sadness I had heard in his answer. “That’s so hot that you’re just…out there, doing it all yourself..”

“Yeah…I guess so.” He looked down at his knees. “Actually, I was supposed to come here with my girlfriend.”

*Ahh*, I thought. *There it is. The reason for the sadness.*

“Oh?” Julie said, prompting him for more.

“Yeah.” He let out a short breath. “We broke up.”

“Oh shit,” I sat up a little. “Recently?”

“Two weeks ago.” He pressed a thumb against his eyebrow, like he was smoothing out a headache. “I found out she was seeing someone else. Someone from her work.”

Me and Julie shared a glance of shared compassion, our game temporarily suspended for genuine sympathy.

“That’s rough.” Julie said.

“Yeah, that really sucks,” I agreed. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s just…whatever…you know?”

Julie and I shared another glance, both of us understanding that it wasn’t ‘whatever’. It fucking sucks.

“Then I tried to get a refund but it was too late, I guess. And I didn’t want to stay home staring at my phone all week so I decided to come.”

“Yeah,” I said. “That makes sense.”

“Yup,” Julie concurred. She sat up, folding her legs under her. “That’s so shitty that that happened to you. The good news is that you don’t have to spend the rest of this holiday by yourself. In fact, you just acquired two *absolute babes* to spend the rest of the week with, and we’re gonna take lots of pictures together and make sure that bitch knows just what she gave up!”

He laughed. “Thanks, but I don’t want to put you guys out. You’re on vacation.”

“Don’t be silly!” she said. “We’ve decided. Right, Sarah?”

I stared at her for a moment. Then at him. A whole week of teasing and flirting and trying to one-up each other? I wasn’t sure this is what I had in mind when we booked the holiday, but now that it was here…

“Sure,” I said. “We’re here for you.”

He gave a short laugh. “Why?”

“Because being cheated on is the worst, and you need company,” Julie said plainly. “And we’re good company!” Julie pulled her sunglasses down a few inches, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes and bratty pout. “Unless you have something else you’d rather be doing?”

“No,” he said. “I don't."

“Good,” she said. “Then you’re with us. And guess what?”

“What?”

“We’re going to make it your best holiday ever.”

***

The sand was hot against the soles of my feet and the sun had a dense, white heat that pressed into the top of my shoulders. The waves crashed with a steady hiss, loud enough that I had to lean closer to Max whenever we spoke. Considering he smelled like sandalwood and blushed bright red every time my breasts pressed against his shoulder, I was more than happy with the arrangement.

“I think this is it…” Julie said, looking back at us with a smile. She had been leading the way for a little while now, moving her ass with that slow swing of her hips I was so familiar with. She’d worn her tiniest bikini bottoms again, her ass completely just…*there*; shameless and on display. I’d caught Max sneaking glances more than once. And to be honest, I was looking, too. “Does anyone speak Spanish?” she asked, looking at the sign ahead of us. It read:

*ESTA SECCIÓN DE LA PLAYA ES DE ROPA OPCIONAL.*

Behind the carved wooden sign that bore the message, a pathway through the rocks led to a new section of the beach. Julie didn’t wait for our answer, disappearing between the rocks. I lingered a moment longer with Max at the sign.

“You know what this is, right?”

“No idea,” Max said, looking from the sign to the rocks. “Should I be worried? Are you guys going to harvest my organs?”

I laughed. “Nothing like that. It’s just I know Julie, and–”

“Guys!” she shouted. “Hurry up! I need to work on getting rid of my tanlines!”

I raised my eyebrows, giving Max a look that said *now do you understand?* He looked at me quizzically, still not comprehending what I had figured out the moment Julie told us she wanted to go to a *special beach* she had read about. I didn’t need to read Spanish to know what kind of beach it was…

By the time we reached her, she had already found an area near the curve of the rocks. The sand here was a little coarser than the main beach, and apart from a few people in the distance, we were the only people here. Julie placed her towel onto the sand with a dramatic flick of her wrist and bent at the hips to smooth out the corners, momentarily pushing out her ass enough that I could see the soft shape of her bikini from the back. When she turned toward us, she was already untying the strings of her top.

I tried to look away, but I couldn't.

Max seemed to be having the same problem.

She didn’t rush, and she showed no sign of embarrassment. She just slipped the bow loose and let the fabric fall into her hands like she’d been waiting all morning to take it off. Her breasts settled naturally as the bikini loosened, a slight bounce as she shifted her weight, effortless and confident. The light caressed her honey-colored skin, and she opened her mouth a little, her bottom lip wet with saliva. Whether she was aware of our staring or not, she knelt down on the towel, and her breasts–now completely exposed–bounced again from the movement, her nipples hard despite the heat of the day.

“There,” she said, turning to me with a grin, a few strands of hair falling across her face. “That’s better. So freeing.”

I nodded. Less than twenty four hours into our little competition and she already had her tits out.

Classic Julie.

“Are you not going to join me?” she asked.

I shook my head and placed my hands on my upper chest, pulling the skin taut enough that it made my boobs rise slightly. “I like my tanlines. I think they’re sexy.”

She rolled her eyes and gave me a look that said *your funeral* and then lay out on her back, her breasts settling on her chest as she closed her eyes and opened her legs slightly. She looked incredible, but I had my own plan.

I spread my towel beside hers and knelt down, adjusting my hair, rolling my shoulders so my bikini top tightened around the heavy curve of my own breasts, pushing them together, making them bulge in the fabric. I looked up at Max from my position on my knees, my face momentarily only inches from his cock, my cleavage heaving but my breasts still covered, knowing that sometimes the tease was the most fun part.

“You can sit down too, you know,” I teased.

“Yeah, of course,” he chuckled. “Sorry, I was just admiring the view.” He dropped his towel and then realized what he had said. “I meant the view of the ocean!”

“We know what you meant,” Julie said with a grin, her breasts still out. She fished a bottle of lotion out of her tote bag and allowed it to ooze out into the palm of her hand. “It really is a perfect little spot, isn’t it?”

Max nodded, gazing at the horizon, utilising every muscle in his body not to stare at Julie as she worked the cream into her beasts, smoothing her palms upward, pressing the flesh, and then letting them bounce back into position. She sighed slightly as she did it, arching her back, biting her lip–basically everything she could think of short of slipping her hand beneath her bikini bottoms and fucking herself.

What a slut.

(She looked incredible.)

But she was giving too much away too early, I was sure of it, so I leaned back on my beach towel and closed my eyes, letting the sun wash over me as I tried not to think about the last time I was fucked…

*It was that guy at the gaming convention, wasn’t it? He complimented your cosplay and you complimented him back and then you found a little corner where you showed him how you made the costume have easy to access certain areas and so he–*

“Sarah?” Julie said. “Did you hear me?”

“Oh, uh, what?” I asked, sitting up a little and shaking my head, trying to clear the memory. To my embarrassment, my nipples were hard, visible through the thin fabric of my bikini. I considered covering them, but it only would have made it more obvious.

Julie rolled her eyes. “I said ‘what shall we do tonight?’ We promised to show Max a good time, remember?”

I looked at him. He sat with his elbows on his knees, shoulders slightly hunched, staring out at the water with concentration. He shifted on his towel under my gaze, tugging the fabric a fraction closer.

“Of course I remember. I think he’s having a pretty good time right now anyway, right? Sitting on the beach surrounded by two half naked women.” I laughed. “Like…you’re not mad about it, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah, not mad at all.”

“See?” I smiled, shifting slightly and enjoying the slow recoil of my breasts. “What more do we need?”

Julie flipped over onto her front, wiggling her ass from side to side slightly. “I can think of a few things…”

[Hope you guys are still enjoying hearing about this, I’m certainly enjoying reliving it…more to come if you still want it…]