At one of my first jobs out of school one of my co-workers was a lovely young lady named Linda. We got along really well and there was always a bit of harmless flirting but she had a boyfriend when we first met so we became friends. Between that and the fact that we worked together I figured nothing would happen between us, even after she and her boyfriend broke up.
Then one day I was suddenly asked to accompany Linda to a conference in Florida. This came at the last minute because the woman she was supposed to go with became sick—so naturally I agreed to go.
The first few days of were nothing special, just the usual conference stuff although I was having a great time hanging out with Linda and getting to see her all dressed up for the dinners we had to go to. The conference would've been pretty dull but Linda made it fun and we were both amused by guys making fools of themselves trying to hit on her. To make things more interesting we made a $100 bet that I managed to win.
The conference ended at noon on a Saturday so that afternoon Linda and I hit the beach. We weren't flying back until Sunday.
She looked spectacular as she removed her cover up to reveal a very tight bikini. Her body was as impressive as I had imagined, very slender with a nice ass and gravity-defying breasts. I was glad I was wearing sunglasses and tried to be nonchalant as I checked her out.
This became more difficult when she asked me to put suntan lotion on her back. She untied the back of her bikini and let it dangle while I worked the lotion into her skin and down the small of her back. Linda offered to return the favor and she didn't seem to notice that I was pitching a tent underneath my suit while she ran her hands over my shoulders and back.
Linda lay on her back while I sat with my knees up to my chest, waiting for things to settle back down again between my legs. It wasn't easy as it was around spring break time. While this wasn't a key "spring break" area there were some very impressive young ladies on the beach.
I knew I had to cool things down and made a dash for the water. When I came back Linda was on her stomach with her bikini top untied. I tossed a handful of water onto her back and she sprang up, startled, then turned around and covered her chest with her hands and bikini top.
"You bastard," Linda said with a laugh as she put her top into place and secured it. "You trying to get a look at my tits or something?"
"No, there's plenty of time for that later," I said with a laugh.
Linda just rolled her eyes, more amused than annoyed, and decided to hit the water as well. I really enjoyed the view as she came out of the surf, her nipples poking through her top.
Then down the beach a couple of lovely young ladies came, handing out fliers. I grabbed one—it was for a wet t-shirt contest at a local bar that night. I took one and showed the flier to Linda.
"Interested?" I asked, laughing.
She read it and smirked.
"In your dreams," she replied.
"I thought you were competitive," I chided, because she was.
Linda sat up and looked down at her breasts. They were about medium sized but perfect for her slender frame.
"Those contests aren't for us all natural girls," Linda said. "I bet they prefer silicone."
"You'd be surprised," I said. "I've never been to one but fake boobs just don't appeal to me. They've gotta be well-proportioned and the fake ones just don't move right."
"You consider yourself an expert?" Linda asked.
"Well, I am a guy," I replied.
She laughed and that was it—for now. We had plans to go out to a nice restaurant that night. Even though we had reservations, the place was packed so we had a few drinks at the bar while waiting.
More drinks followed with dinner and the conversation just flowed, we were really getting to know each other on a different level and without the other conference goers getting in the way. It was good to relax.
As we neared the end of dinner I asked Linda if she wouldn't mind going to the contest with me as I'd never been to one and didn't want to go alone. Linda insisted she had no intention of competing but I told her it wasn't about that, besides I really did enjoy hanging out with her. Linda admitted she was curious about what happened at those things.
"Look, you can point out all the fake boobs to me, it'll be fun," I pleaded.
Linda laughed and said ok. We changed into more casual clothes at the hotel and Linda looked spectacular with a tiny denim skirt and a tight-fitting top. She got a lot of attention when we arrived at the bar. The contest wasn't going to be for at least another hour so we had time for more drinks and got a really good buzz going.
As we drank and talked Linda was asked several times if she was entering the contest but said no. An attractive top-heavy blonde approached with a form for Linda to fill out and was disappointed when Linda said no.
"You've got a great body honey, you should enter the contest. Seriously, you can make some money and I bet your boyfriend here wouldn't mind, would you?" the woman asked.
I said no, I wouldn't mind while Linda told the woman that we were just friends.
"Well, in that case what've you got to lose?" the woman said. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of honey, you look like you work out a lot."
Linda said she wasn't ashamed, she was just there on my account. She did work out a lot and it showed.
"Well, if you don't think you've got the body for it, I understand honey," the woman said as she handed me a form. "Here, this is in case she changes her mind."