Close Friends

"I'm going down to the hot tub for a dip before dinner," Meg was in the living room, a towel under her arm and her body wrapped in a light shift. She said it to all of us, but it was mostly directed at Gary. Gary, her husband, didn't look up from the blue glow of his tablet. I don't know what he was looking at but it had all of his attention. On the other hand, I couldn't take my eyes off of Meg.

"Okay, babe. Maybe I'll join you in a little bit." We all knew that wasn't going to happen. Meg's brown eyes lingered on him for a moment and then she walked to the door without another word.

"You mind some company?" I offered. My wife was cooking dinner and I knew that she wouldn't be joining us either.

"Sure," Meg's voice was flat and she kept on towards the door, grabbing a plastic bottle from the counter as she passed.

I grabbed a towel for myself and hurried after Meg. Following behind I watched her big ass swing back and forth through the thin fabric of her robe. The robe slumped a little on her shoulder and I could see the yellow strap of her top. It was the same suit that she had worn on the second day of our vacation, it was a good one. Lots of cleavage and a light enough color that if I tried real hard I could see the dark outline of her nipples when it got wet. Thank god for sunglasses. I was hoping that the low light of the evening would offer the same type of cover. Add the water from the hot tub and I was an excited guy.

I was just a couple of steps behind her when she opened up her robe and tossed it onto a lounger chair next to the tub. Meg kicked off her sandals and stepped into the water. The bottom of her suit was riding up and I saw more of her ass than she probably knew. Or maybe she knew. You could never tell with Meg.

"I'm not surprised that you're the one that joined me," she said as she slid into the water. Her hand found the panel with the hot tub controls and the jets fired on, an easy roiling of the water.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I played dumb, but we both knew what she meant. I couldn't help myself.

"What it means," she turned in the water and faced me, her massive tits staring as much as her eyes. Meg was daring me to break eye contact. "Is that I know how much you love...the water."

"It's true. I love the water. Can't get enough of it. I would happily do this everyday."

The four of us, me and Meg and our respective partners, Sarah and Gary, had been friends for a long time. I guess we were sort of lapsed friends at this point compared to how much time we used to spend together. But that was just a reflection of getting older and having life to deal with. The four of us still tried to find ways to get together, like this long weekend at a resort.

"Yeah, I bet that you would. But it might get old."

Looking at her tits practically overflowing from that yellow bikini, I silently disagreed. We both sank into the water without saying another word about that. My thoughts were on Meg's body. Mainly her tits, but all of it at one time or another. She looked great.

Unlike a lot of busty women, Meg enjoyed how she was built. At least that was the impression that I got from years of knowing her. It was not uncommon for her to mention her body in a conversation. It could be something about how her clothes fit, how she knocked something over when her tits hit into something that she couldn't see, or just the everyday struggle of lugging around two breasts that weighed god knows what. I found the talk incredibly sexy, just hearing it come out of her mouth drove me wild and due to that I had developed quite a fascination with her boobs in the time that I had known her. If I'm being truthful, I thought about her tits quite a bit.

It was never anything more than that though, which I was honestly fine with. It was fun.

And she was adorable, always had been. Meg had a classic girl next door look; a very friendly, sort of roundish face that was quick to smile and laugh. There was a hint of good natured mischief in her brown eyes that had spurred me to do all sorts of dumb shit over the years. She was a classic accomplice to more shenanigans that I could recall. Drinking, pranks, and late nights were our domain, much more so than our comparatively conservative partners.

Tonight, actually for all of vacation, Meg had her brown hair in two braids that hung over her shoulders. She was cute in an effortless way, the type of gal that other women liked to be around. Aside from her tits she wasn't threatening, and she was a ton of fun to be around.

"I really like that bathing suit. It looks fantastic." I couldn't help myself. We were close enough as friends that I could get away with a comment or two from time to time. And I could admit to myself that I was turned on by talking about her body to her. It was something that I had done over the years and she never shut it down.

Meg sort of chucked at my compliment, not a genuine laugh. Far from it. "It's nice to know that you think that. At least someone does."

"What's that mean?"

Meg put her head back and looked up, weighing how much she wanted to talk. She reached for the plastic bottle, unscrewed the top, and took a small sip. Her face twisted at the taste and she offered it to me. "Tequila."

I took the bottle and answered her sip with one of my own. The burn felt great working its way through my body. There was something exciting about the two of us alone together, having a drink, wearing bathing suits.

"It means...," Meg sat up so that her entire top was visible above the water and her tits floated out in front of her. Damn, they had gotten bigger for sure. "It means that Gary hasn't said a word about it. I bought two new bathing suits for this trip and he hasn't noticed. Or if he has, he hasn't been inspired enough to comment about them."

"I like the green one too, but this one is probably my favorite."

"You're taking notes?"

"I'm just observant."

"Maybe you could mention it to your friend Gary. Let him know that his wife is still worth checking out."

"Hmmm. I think I'm going to keep that to myself. If he can't see the incredible scene right in front of him, it's not my job to tell him."

"And will you tell Sarah that you've been keeping tabs on my wardrobe?" Meg smirked at this, thinking that she had some leverage on me.

"She knows." I paused, looking at her in the low light of the hut tub. "We talk about you sometimes."

That froze her and Meg didn't say a word. For a moment her mouth moved like she was going to say something, but she hesitated and when she finally spoke I could tell that she had veered off course from her original thought.

"Maybe this is too much, but we're old friends. Close friends, right?"

"Some of the closest."

She took another pull of the tequila and put the bottle down between us along the edge of the hot tub. She sank back into the water so only her head was visible.

"That's right, we are. So, we can talk about stuff. You and I. But, you know, stop me if you don't want to hear any of this. I just kind of thought that this trip would be different for me and Gary. A little...sexier? Is that the right word? I don't know. We're older, life is different. I get it. But I hoped that we could still...you know, have fun like when we were younger." Meg paused for a second but I didn't interject, she was going somewhere good with this and I was along for the ride.

Beneath the surface of the lightly churning water I could see her fidgeting, her legs crossed and uncrossed. Her hands were busy tracing lines along the bottom of the tub. Again, she popped up and sat along the edge and I could see almost all of her body. Meg had always had big tits but I noticed on this trip that they had grown quite a bit. All of us were in our thirties at this point and had changed from when we first met in college. Meg had put on some weight over the years and it had made her voluptuous in a way that she wasn't when she was younger. She had always had big tits, but she was thinner then. But the growth of her breasts had outpaced the rest of her body and the result was a figure that turned heads. Maybe not everyone's, but certainly mine.

I had dreamed about seeing her naked for years but it had never happened. I had subsisted on bathing suit images for a decade and a half.

"I bought this bathing suit, and the other one, because I thought that they were sexy. This isn't a beach bathing suit," she lightly slapped at the underside of the cups to emphasize the cleavage that was on display. The soft flesh of her tits shook and I felt the reverberations inside of me. My cock was stiffening and running along my thigh. "It's a check out your wife's rack kind of bathing suit. But Gary hasn't said a word and I'm kind of pissed about it. Do you think it looks slutty?"

"No, I told you. I think it looks great on you."

"It's a little small. I bought it online and they never fit right. If the bottom fits then the top is going to be too small, that's just the way it works. I think I'm at the point where I need to look into custom sizes. Anyway, I thought that something sexy would get the two of us going. But so far that hasn't been the case. I don't want to take it personally...," she leaned back and looked up at the stars. I looked at her tits. The way that her back was arched caused her breasts to flatten out and they spread all over her chest. If it wasn't for the bathing suit her tits might be hanging into the water.

"Well, it's not you. I'm not sure what Gary is doing on his computer when he could be here, but that's on him," I offered. "Again, you look really good." I smiled and she looked back at me, a grin on her face too.

"Thanks. You've been a reliable source of compliments for, what, fifteen years at this point? I almost feel like I should repay you for that." We both sort of looked at each other. Neither one of us had ever crossed the line of what Meg was suggesting. This was probably the closest that we had ever come.

She was the one that broke the silence. "And you and Sarah? How's the bedroom for the two of you? I can ask that right?" Another sip of the tequila and then she floated the plastic bottle my way. From the look in her face I could tell that she wanted to know, it was not a casual question. Sex was on Meg's mind.

"It's actually really great with us. Still a lot of action there," I answered. It was true. Sarah and I had a great sex life. "You know, you've got to mix it up. Try new stuff, be fun about it."

"Like what?" Meg floated closer to me and lowered her voice like we were sharing a secret. I took a sip and passed the bottle back to her. Our knees brushed together and neither of us made a move away. I was enjoying the closeness, the words and our bodies, and I think that she was too.

"We talk a lot so we know what the other wants. If Sarah wants to try something, I'm down for it. And vice versa. Different positions. We both like a little roleplay, makes it feel exotic. Like, we can be anyone or do anything. Concoct a fun scenario. That's what we did this morning," I said.

"You fucked this morning?"

"We did. It was great."

"And you talked?"

"Oh yeah."

"Did you talk about me?" Those mischievous eyes were working hard.

I nodded. "Yeah. We did. We talked about how you were just on the other side of the wall, laying in bed. We wondered what you were wearing. I said that you slept topless and on your side, so that your...," I paused and then crossed another line, "...tits were out in front of you and you slid your arm between them while you slept."

Unconsciously Meg crossed her arms and her breasts pressed together, bulging cleavage threatening to spill out of the bikini top. "And what did Sarah think I slept in?"

"She said that your tits were too big to sleep topless. Her guess was that you wore a tight shirt to keep everything together. No way you sleep in a bra, and a big oversized shirt isn't your style. Sarah said that you liked to be sexy."

Meg smiled. "One of you is right." I let my eyes find her chest and linger. The dark outlines of her nipples were visible against the yellow fabric. Meg saw me looking and reached a hand inside one cup to adjust. It was only a moment but I saw the circle of her areola, forbidden and daring.

I continued the story.

"We knew that you were in bed alone. Gary is always up early and we heard him fiddling around with the coffee maker. We imagined that there was a little passage in the closet so that you could sneak over and watch us. Maybe you'd even direct us? We both thought that would be really hot, if you were telling us what to do. Sarah said that she wanted me to get on top of her and fuck her slowly while you dangled your tits in front of my face. Huge tits is what she actually said," my voice was low. My cock was hard.

"Sarah said that? What a dirty girl," Meg was into it. She made no attempt to change the conversation. Under the water I could see her hands rubbing along her thighs. When her arms were fully extended her tits would squeeze together and the valley of cleavage was almost too much to handle. "These tits? Right in your face while you two are fucking?"

"No touching though. That's our rule. Sarah and I can look all we want, get really close. But no touching," I explained and moved my knee away from her.

"But looking is alright?"

"Yeah. Looking is great. We're only human. Sometimes you can't help yourself. Don't you think so?"

It was Meg's turn to play the voyeur and I leaned back against the edge of the hot tub. I pressed the button on the control panel and the water went still. There was absolutely no hiding the stiff rod in my shorts.

"You're bad." Said without any conviction. I think that she loved what was happening here and I did too. She turned her back to me and floated to the darkest section of the tub, furthest away from the trace amount of lighting coming from the house. We felt a world away. Meg stood up as if she was going to get out of the water. For a moment I thought that I had pushed it too far. Oh well. The image of her in that bikini was at least seared into my mind.

But she didn't leave. Instead Meg slowly turned around and stood looking at me, her hands on her hips like Wonder Woman.

"You really want to see my tits." That last word shook me like an earthquake.

"For a million years. As much as I've wanted anything." That was an understatement. It was more than I wanted anything. I drifted closer.

"You know, Sarah saw my tits one time. I flashed her."

"Oh, I know. She's never let me live it down. The best tits she ever saw, that's how she described you. Them."

"Wow. I guess you two do talk about me. What did she say about them? Give me some details."

I could talk about her tits all night if that's what Meg wanted. I think that she could too. "Really big, especially for your body."

"They've gotten a lot bigger. That was so long ago," she gloated. Meg could see I was into it and, knowing her, that made her love it. She liked attention.

"I've noticed. She also said that they were like perfect circles, as if an artist drew them onto you. But that they were meant for someone else because they looked so out of size for your body," I explained.

"Well, they may have lost a little of that shape over the years. Gravity. Mass. But I'll take the trade. What do you think?"

"What do I think? It's all hearsay for me, remember I've never seen them, but I think that you look better than ever. For real, and you know I've always been a fan," I couldn't help but smirk. Just talking about her tits with her was such a turn on. "The way that you're filling out that top is something else. All of it, Meg, you look great."

"Thanks...," she pushed at her cleavage and I was mesmerized. "If you really wanted to see, you could just ask..." Meg was looking for an accomplice. But I wanted to see that she wanted it as bad as I did.

"I'd never ask such a thing. Even if it was something that I really wanted and thought about all the time. Even if it would be an image that I would never forget, the type of snapshot in my brain that was never too far away from recall. It just seems crude, to ask my old friend to show me her tits."

Meg's eyes darted over to the house and then back at me. There was no one else around. Whatever happened would be our secret. Her fingers ran along the bottom of the bikini top and I could see the flesh bubbling out where she pushed at the lining.

"Okay. I won't make you ask for it. What are some tits between friends?"

I got closer and waited. My heart was pounding like a drum. I was salivating like a dog.

Once she saw that she had my full attention, Meg didn't hesitate and pulled up the yellow top. Her tits fell into view like they were dropped from heaven. Fuck. They were absolutely perfect. Rarely does anticipation pay off like this. In all my imaginings I never thought her tits would be so perfect. Big and full of life, two ripe moons that outshined everything around them. They sat high on her chest and got bigger the further they hung on her body, eventually rubbing together even without Meg's hands on them. One breast was larger than its sister, an imperfection that made this all seem so real. It drove me wild.

Her nipples were hard and extended, pointing slightly downward at her reflection in the still water. Dark areolas the size of silver dollars contrasted with her light skin to make her body appear ghostly, an apparition from my dreams that had finally been made flesh.

Meg shook her shoulders and her tits knocked together with a quiet slap that seemed like the loudest sound in the world.

"Fuck...," the word seeped out of me to relieve the excitement of what I was feeling. Without thought I squeezed at my dick through my shorts. I had to acknowledge what my body was feeling.

Meg had her tits out to be admired, adored. Worshipped. She knew that she would get that from me. I was drooling at the sight of her. Meg pulled the thin top over her head and put her hands back on her wide hips, hiding nothing. This wasn't a quick flash to merely satisfy me or have a story to tell, she was making sure that this was something I would never forget. I was torn between indulging the moment and losing myself in what I was seeing, and trying to stash away details in my memory to savor later. In the end the lust of the moment won out and I moved even closer to her. Near enough to feel the gravity of her massive tits. It took everything I had to resist the pull. Instead I stared from inches away.

"No touching," she warned.

"Just looking." I stared, hypnotized by the sight. Meg was still sitting on the ledge of the tub and I was practically at her waist, looking up at them from the water. "Touch them, I want to see how your tits move." I didn't mean to sound so pleading but I couldn't hide what I wanted.

"Like this?" She squeezed her tits together and the soft flesh pushed out from between her spread apart fingers. Her hands didn't even come close to covering everything. "Or maybe like this?" Meg pinched a nipple with each hand and pulled them away from her body. The thick nubs stretched out before succumbing to the weight, then each heavy breast slapped against her skin. I was close enough that the splattered droplets splashed my face.

"Jesus, Meg. They're tremendous."

Her smile was huge. "I know. It's nice to show them off. A bathing suit is one thing...but this..."

"This is way better." I rose up from the water and brought myself to eye level with her nipples. Meg didn't back away at my approach. We both understood that we couldn't touch one another and the trust was there between us. Up close, even in the dim light, no details of her glorious tits were hidden from me. A side view highlighted how far her breasts projected out in front of her. The faintest trace of stretch marks at the roots. I couldn't believe the size of her.