My best friend Julie and I had finally talked our husbands into a vacation in Florida. In the middle of the coldest part of the year, we packed our bags and headed to the beach. When we got to the hotel, we found that they had overbooked and didn't have the two rooms we had reserved. Julie's husband threw a fit, and the hotel offered us a two bedroom suite instead. We happily took them up on the offer. The four of us spent the first two days laying on the beach and eating lots of excellent food. It felt so good to unwind and just let our days unfold, without any outside pressure. The morning of the third day, our husbands decided to go play golf and left us to fend for ourselves.
Julie and I passed the morning by lying around on the couch and reading to each other out of a Hustler that we had found at the bottom of my husband's suitcase. We laughed a lot and discovered that the raw language of the magazine was simultaneously offensive and very hot. We had a great time and spoke very openly about our sex lives. I ended up confessing that in college I had been very attracted to women, and had even had a lot of fun playing around with my friends from time to time.
I was nervous about revealing this to her, because you never how people are going to take the news. But she surprised me by saying that she had also been very attracted to women, but had never acted on it. She asked me a few timid questions about my experiences, and the conversation just kind of faded away.
We were both sitting quietly looking through the huge picture window, watching the low waves on the beach when Julie jumped up all of a sudden. "Look," she said, "An open air market, let's go get some fresh fruit." We quickly stepped into our sandals and headed out the door.
The heat of Florida hit us as we left the hotel and I could suddenly understand why everyone walks around here mostly naked. Eighty percent of the women we passed on the street were walking around in their very tiny bikinis. This is something that would make me a little horny on any day, but after my morning of reading and talking to Julie, it didn't take very long at all before I was undressing pretty much everybody with my eyes.
When we got to the market we found lots of fresh fruit from the local trees, oranges and grapefruits, as well as some melons and grapes. I'm sure Julie heard my stifled moan when a bikini clad woman dropped her change on the ground in front of me, then bent over to pick it up. Julie giggled and said we should get back to our room. We walked the six blocks back in relative quiet.
Once we got upstairs and into the suite, I told Julie I needed to take a shower before dinner and headed straight for the bathroom. I started the water at a nice cool temperature and stepped into the stream. The shower was one of those huge ones, with a bench and six or seven shower heads to give you an all over massage while you are getting clean. I had always thought of those as a little pretentious, but it really felt great.
As I was washing the sweat and grime off of my body, I realized that if I lifted my right foot and rested it on the shower bench, one of the shower heads would spray right on my already dripping mound. I tried it, and it felt great. Better than great, it was amazing. It didn't take long before I was picturing the bikini clad dropping her change in front of me and imagining what I would like to do to her if we were alone. I kept my moans pretty quiet and rocked my sex in and out of the spray of water. My hands traveled up to my nipples and I pulled and pinched and teased them as I worked myself to a glorious solo orgasm.
When I was finished with that part of my shower, I sat down on the bench to catch my breath and noticed that the door to the bathroom was open a crack. Julie was standing just outside watching me. I looked up at her and she smiled wanly and then vanished. I couldn't decide if I was proud or embarrassed by the show I had just done for Julie. I finished my shower, pulled the fluffy hotel robe on, and went back to my room to get dressed.
When I came out of the bedroom, Julie was in the shower. I was so tempted to peek at her, to see if she was following my lead. I wanted to see her standing under the water, watch the water running down her chest, her nipples erect and pointing at me. But I held myself back. Julie and I had been friends for years, and I didn't want to do anything to make her uncomfortable around me. Too many times, my female friends would vanish when they found out about my sexual history.
Now, this restraint I was showing amazed even me, because I had been attracted to Julie the entire time I'd known her, but had kept that all to myself. She was a few inches taller than me, and quite thin with very perky breasts that couldn't have been much more than a handful (or a good-size mouthful). She had fair skin and straight, shiny auburn hair that was cut into short bob with a slight wedge in the back. But the topper was her crystal green eyes.
As I pictured her in the shower, it was all I could do to keep myself from walking in. To kill the time, I called my husband on his cell phone to ask when they'd be home. He told me that they had decided to have dinner and drinks out, and asked if Julie and I could find something to do to entertain ourselves. I could barely contain my giggles as I told him that I was sure we would be able to come up with something.
As I was hanging up, Julie came strolling out of the shower completely naked and looked at me inquisitively. "Did you enjoy your shower?" I asked.
