Every February, I attend a teachers conference in San Diego. It is always nice to escape the grey rainy days in the Northwest and refresh with a little California sun and blue skies.
I have been attending this particular conference for many years, so I have lots of fun catching up with friends and going out for lots of fun group dinners. The conference is small with only 150 people, so you get to meet a lot of them across the three days of the conference.
I had seen Liz over the years at the conference, but never talked to her. I learned in a session last year that she teaches Kinesiology at a college in Wisconsin. This makes sense since she looks extremely fit. She is 5'6" and has a beautiful curvy body with a large set of breasts that always look like they are trying to bust out of anything she is wearing. I would find out later those DD breasts are even more beautiful up close.
I had noticed her a lot over the years and tried to not stare too much, but it was hard to take my eyes off her and her smokin 'hot body. She always attended the conference with her friend Suzy in tow and that meant I never really got the chance to talk to her till this year.
This year, I added one day to my conference stay to relax and get some sun around the pool. The conference hotel is in Mission Valley just outside San Diego and is in a beautiful setting.
The conference wound down mid-day on Friday and most people either flew home that afternoon or the next morning. By Saturday morning, the hotel was pretty deserted. I got my book and sunscreen and headed down to the pool after breakfast. It was a beautiful Southern California day - temperatures were in the low 80's with a bright blue sky, and not a cloud anywhere to be seen - unlike back home. No one else was by the pool. I found a lounge chair, sun screened up, and dozed in the sun only to be awoken by a woman's voice asking me if she could use the lounge chair next to mine.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked.
"Sure, be my guest," I replied groggily.
When I finally got myself woken up and recognized it was Liz.
"Oh, hi, you were at the conference weren't you?" I asked.
"Yes, my name is Liz" she replied.
"Hi, I'm Jim"
"I knew your name because you gave the opening plenary talk last year," Liz added smiling.
We both talked about how quiet the hotel was and how we both thought it was a great plan to spend one extra day by the pool in the sun before going back home to our respective winters. We chatted about winters at home and our summer passions. It turned out that we both loved the outdoors. Liz told me stories of spending her summers canoe tripping in Northern Michigan and I told her about my summer trips backpacking in the mountains of western Canada.
She announced she was going to work on her tan a bit and removed her wrap to reveal a very skimpy white bikini. I said earlier that her breasts always looked like they were trying to bust out of whatever she was wearing - this bikini had impossibly tiny white triangles of fabric that barely covered her areolas and the strings holding everything in place looked like they were straining from the load. I tried not not to stare, but it was really hard not to. She smiled when she caught me a few times staring for a bit too long, and said,
"I usually don't wear a bikini this skimpy in public, but thought no one else would be out here at the pool so early," I smiled and thought, lucky me.
She turned onto her back revealing a thong bikini that disappeared between her beautiful butt cheeks. She handed me a bottle of sunscreen.
"Do you mind putting some on me? I don't want to burn"
I tried my best to not to jump to my feet.
