Last summer, my wife Jessica and I decided to vacation with a buddy of mine from work and his wife. We all went to high school and college together and have been tight for years. My friend, Stan, was a good friend of my in college and we used to double date in college with our current wives. Jessica and Christi were room mates. We would hang out all the time and go out some weekends, hand around the apartment others. Both girls are beautiful, and the truth be told Stan and I have always envied each other a bit.
Jessica is petite, about 100 pounds, and a bit over 5 feet. She is thin with long brown hair. Christi a a bit more voluptuous, and a red head. We never let on to the girls that we found the other attractive as well, they wouldn't have understood. Anyway, years have gone by, we married our respective girls, but we still try to vacation together as often as we can.
This year, we rented a cabin in Belize. The diving/snorkeling was supposed to be excellent, and we planned on ogling each others wives as they frolicked in their swim suits. (without their knowledge hopefully).
After a long flight, and a lengthy ride to our "cabin" the girls were distressed to see how rustic it was. The cabins were very simple wood construction, like something from a camp ground. Each couple had our own one bedroom cabin, but the real point of their distress was the shared outdoor bathroom. The toilets and showers were in a separate little building apart from the cabin. The campground feel was completed by the two doors. One "men" the other "women"
They didn't complain too much because the beach was just feet away and awesome. As the girls unpacked, Stan and I hit the "men's room" to splash some water on our faces and get ready for the evening.
The building was split in half with sinks and toilets against the outside walls and the open shower area against the shared wall. We looked around a bit and cleaned up. I was looking at the simple wood plank construction and an idea came into my head. I walked over to the share shower wall and, as I expected the boards were not perfect. If I pressed my eye between two boards the whole of the "women's" shower area could be seen. Stan watched me look but said nothing.
That night we caught dinner and went to bed, tired from our long trip.
The next morning Jessica slipped into a black bikini, Christi into a speedo one piece and we all went out to play in the ocean. The girls were giggling, splashing us and having a blast. They looked hot, and Stan and I were electric with our private thoughts. After lunch, the girls decided to clean up to go into town. Christi called the first shower on the girls side and got up. "I should clean up as well" I heard myself say.
We both got up and went to our individual cabins to get our shower gear. (We had previously agreed to take turns and the rooms were open). My breath was coming fast as I imagined the view of Christi that I had always hoped for.
I waited until I heard her head to the bathroom, then I entered the "mens" side. I brushed my teeth, listening to her moved around on the other side of the wall. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my eye to to a tiny imperfection in the boards. I saw her, red hair cascading over her shoulders, as she stood facing me not four feet away. She was slipping her flip flops off, then reached down and pulled off her shorts. I was hypnotized as she slipped off her shirt as well. She stood before me in matching white bra and panties, and without ceremony, slipped off her bra revealing the breasts that I'd hoped to glimpse many times before. Her areola were very light and just over an inch in diameter, her breasts had just the slightest sag with her B cups starting to point just slightly down.
