Emily Parkes gazed at herself in the full length mirror. Her usually pale skin was now with a healthy bronzed glow and the extra sun she was soaking up seemed to have caused her thick dark curls to grow at an alarming rate. She pouted at herself and lifted her hair up off her neck. It was her last day in Magaluf before they had to fly back to rainy old Edinburgh where she was sure her tan would vanish at the first sight of grey skies.
"Right poser, you better be getting those tits out this time. I'm starting to get embarrassed for you," laughed Fi, "honestly it's like sunbathing with a nun."
Emily sighed. It was ok for Fi. Her small but perky breasts stayed in the same place regardless of whether she was wearing a bra or not. Emily's 32Fs on the other hand needed a little more support, hence the rather matronly Marks and Spencer's bikini she was currently sporting. The bottoms even came with extra support elastic for a tummy she didn't have.
Is it possible to look frumpy in a bikini?
She wondered.
Emily ran her hands across the cups of her top. The print was definitely cute but it did cover a lot of skin and next to Fi and her tiny string ensemble, she looked positively overdressed. Fi was right, she was pretty much the only person on the beach in a full bikini. Most girls seemed to sunbathe topless or even nude these days. Running around naked in groups without a care in the world. Though perhaps the cheap cocktail bar on the beach was partly to blame for their confidence.
"Ok maybe," she said finally, "YOLO and all that". Fi looked at her doubtfully. Emily popped her top up to her friend a quick flash to prove her wrong. Fi burst out laughing and flashed her back.
Fi, or Fiona as she was more commonly known, was her work colleague, who had swiftly made her way up the friendship ranks to earn her place as Emily's best friend. The pair worked at 4Front Technology, a top 500 software company based in London, with offices throughout the world including one in her home town of Edinburgh. Emily had joined the company at the start of the year in the Accounts Department. Fi on the other hand worked in HR, which was probably how the pair had managed to wrangle the same week off work together at the height of summer, allowing them to promptly book a cheeky wee break to the party resort of Magaluf.
At 25 they felt a little old for the full on booze cruise style party holiday that the resort usually offered, but they had both enjoyed a routine of cocktails and sunbathing and the odd flirting at the hotel bar. The hotel itself was fairly basic, but it was in a great location with the beach practically on their doorstep. The owners also ran a small cocktail bar directly on the beach, so they could add their drinks into their hotel tab without them having to carry money around; a fact the girls took advantage of on a daily basis. Emily was sure her liver was also going to need a holiday by the time she got back home.
The girls packed light for their final day at the beach. Emily took just a towel and a book to read, both of which she popped into a giant beach bag they shared. Once ready, they headed out wearing just their bikinis and a pair of Gucci sunglasses.
It was still early in the day for most party goers when the girls arrived at the beach, so they found a couple of loungers easily. Fi immediately stripped off and ran into the sea for her daily skinny dip, squealing in delight as she splashed water on her naked body. Scandalised, Emily nervously took note of a group guys further along as they settled down with their bottles of beer to enjoy the show. Emily wished she had her confidence as she watched her friend's blonde bob disappear under the waves.
Emily set down the beach bag and wandered off to the bar returning with a large jug of Sangria for herself. It had been their holiday staple.
When in Spain
, she laughed to herself pouring a large drink. Fi eventually returned from her swim and plopped herself down on the lounger butt naked. Emily eyed her tiny brown body enviously and knocked back another sangria.
Sensing her gaze, Fi turned to her, "Well come on then! Your turn, get them out!" Emily blushed. She knew she'd promised but she still felt nervous. "Honestly no one cares," Fi gestured at the now crowded beach. Emily looked around at the sea of bronzed bodies.
Tits everywhere indeed.
"Ok, ok, ok" she sighed. Perhaps the Sangria was working it's magic, but she was feeling a little braver now. She took a deep breath and slowly unclipped her bikini top, letting it drop to her lap. She paused, waiting for some kind of reaction but as promised, no one batted an eye. Fi applauded her mockingly. "Woo, finally!"
Emily felt instantly more comfortable and with a wave of bravado that shocked even herself, she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms too. Might as well go the whole hog she thought as Fi's eyes widened in disbelief. She flipped her friend the finger before she could tease her anymore and they both giggled. The sun seemed to beat down harder in approval too. Emily soon felt so warm and relaxed she couldn't imagine putting her clothes back on. She stuffed the bikini into the beach bag and lay back down. "Another Sangria sweetheart" offered Fi? They clinked their plastic tumblers and knocked back their drinks before draining out the rest of the jug.
Emily sank back into her lounger listening to the chilled out club classics being pumped out from the beach bar.
This was life.
She wasn't sure if it was the heat or the booze but her eyes soon felt heavy, and it wasn't long before Emily drifted off to sleep. She dreamt she was dancing naked in some sort of nightclub and everyone was clapping and chanting her name. She'd never felt more free.
An hour or so passed and a nudge took her briefly out of her fantasy, "God Em, this heat is too much today and that Sangria has given me a bit of a headache. I'm gonna head back to the hotel for a bit. Is that ok with you?"
Emily was much too comfortable to move. Desperate to get back to her dream she waved Fi on, "Mmm sure thing" she murmured and then she was back to sleep. Dancing, dancing, dancing as the crowd roared her name.
.....
"Emily!" she heard a man's voice call out.
Was she still dreaming?
The voice sounded familiar somehow. "Emily!" The voice persisted, "Emily Parkes?" The voice was getting closer, she lifted off her sunglasses. "Yes I thought it was you, what a coincidence!"
As her eyes focused on the man standing in front of her, Emily suddenly felt like she was falling from a great height.
Oh my fucking God.
