My name is Claire, I'm 25 and for my birthday my parents wanted to give me a special present. As it coincided with my graduation and the end of my student life, they offered me a few days' vacation in Arcachon, on the west coast of France. More specifically, three nights in a beautiful hotel overlooking the ocean. I took advantage of this gift last September, after spending the summer looking for a job and finally finding something. So, I had days of relaxation and fun all to myself.
It was the first time I'd been on vacation on my own, but it was something I'd wanted to do for a long time. I didn't know Arcachon at all, all I knew was that I was going to enjoy the beach, the sun, and the rest of the time I'd be partying! My train arrived in the early afternoon, and I went straight to the hotel. My room was beautiful, exactly what I could see in the photos on the website. A large room, a big soft bed, a large balcony overlooking the ocean, and a luxury bathroom, with a bathtub that could easily accommodate two people. At least people of my size!
I must say that I don't take a lot of space, I'm not very tall, and without being tiny I'm still smaller than most girls, and I'm not very thick either. Fortunately, my general appearance has changed over the last few years, and despite my light weight, I don't look like a kid anymore. I have beautiful fair hair, brown eyes and a slightly square jaw that gives me a sporty look. I'm no more athletic than the average person, but I like to take care of my body, and I like to see the results when I look in the mirror. And this room has the biggest mirror I've ever seen, in which I couldn't resist spending a long moment looking at myself!
For the rest of the afternoon, I wandered around the beach and the town, scouting out places I'd like to visit later. In particular, I saw a club that looked interesting and which I went to that evening. After dinner, I changed into a light skirt and a tight black top, as well as shoes that wouldn't hurt too much if I danced all night. I was offered a few drinks, some of which I accepted, but I didn't let myself get drawn into any lame plans. But there were very few troublemakers, and I had a great time.
In particular, I met this girl Juliette, who had also just arrived and also liked to party. She's quite exuberant, whereas I'm a bit reserved, even shy. I've always tried to have friends like her, who push me to go beyond my limits. And with Juliette, I guess you could say I got what I wanted!
We met in the club's toilets, and I was in the process of evacuating downstairs the drinks that had entered upstairs, when she started banging on all the doors, shouting that she had an emergency. As I was almost finished, I opened the door and asked her to give me a few seconds to clear the place. But the miss was in such a hurry that she already had her skirt up and her panties in her hand by the time I opened the door, then she pushed me against the wall and sat down right in front of me, trying to stick to me as little as possible. Even so, our sexes were right in front of each other, and although she was constantly apologizing, the situation was bizarre and a little exciting.
What's more, our positions weren't at all practical and each of us got some stains on our top. Normally I'd have been angry, but her manner, her embarrassment and the alcohol still in me made the situation very funny. We came out of the bathroom laughing, then she insisted on buying me a drink. Juliette and I hit it off straight away, and even if it hadn't been for this unusual encounter, I think we'd have met differently and become just as good friends. We chatted for the rest of the evening, exchanged numbers and addresses, and she arranged to meet me for lunch the following day.
The next day, I met Juliette again as agreed, and she looked sublime in the daylight. I hadn't noticed it the day before, even though her body was so close to mine, and largely unclothed, but now I realized that this girl was just gorgeous. A body of perfect proportions, slim but with curves just right, no more than enough, blonde curls surrounding an angelic face, in which green eyes hinted at a temperament more than ardent. We chatted as we ate, and gradually got down to more naughty stuff.
- Say, Claire, are you wearing underwear right now?
- Well, yeah, of course, I say.
- Show me.
I guessed what she wanted to play with, so I swiftly released one shoulder to show my bra strap and the top of my left breast, just enough not to draw too much attention.
- Not bad, she said, would you like a different bra?
- That depends, what are you thinking?
- I want to take mine off, it hurts, I was hoping you could keep it for me, what do you think?
- You're crazy Juliette, I tell her laughing, plus with your white top it'll be too obvious that you're not wearing anything,
- You'll be there to protect me, won't you? And if it's just stares, I'm used to it,
- You're crazy, you wouldn't dare,
- In fact, she says looking me in the eye, I was hoping you'd help me out by offering me your bra, wouldn't that be a nice sign of friendship?
