"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."