I live to travel, and like nothing more than immersing myself into a new exotic locale. The change of scenery gives me the opportunity to experiment outside the box, and try something I might not usually do. At home I might be a modest dresser, with a demure, reserved demeanor, but on vacation I'm free to be whatever I feel like. No consequences, no regrets.
I had been really excited about this particular vacation; two weeks on the Greek Island of Spetses in the Mediterranean. It was quite a large island, with lots of fabulous beaches, exhilarating scenery straight out of my favorite travel magazine, and gorgeous little cobble-stoned streets all around the towns. Lots of great restaurants and night life to amuse a single girl too.
The first few days went by in a whirl as I indulged in the local cuisine, shopped till I dropped, and lay on the beach. It was a bit strange on the beaches at first as most of the women sunbathe topless. It's a bit disconcerting to look out on hundreds of pairs of bare breasts when you're not using to seeing any back home. It made me feel risquΓ© and naughty to look, and I masturbated quite a bit those first few days in the privacy of my room.
By the forth day I wanted to venture out further, and so took a boat round to the other side of the island. The boat captain had sold me on taking the trip by showing me a picture of a beautiful pebbled beach that was far more secluded than the town beach I had been frequenting. I was not disappointed as the boat came into the dock. The beach was surrounded by towering cliffs and a forest instead of a busy street and traffic noise. There were pairs of sun lounges and umbrellas set up so you didn't have to lie on the stones, and it looked perfect. The crowd on the beach was younger and better looking too, no large nanas watching their grandkids.
I walked up the beach and chose a sun lounge, laying out my towel and a book to read. I wasn't there long before a woman approached me.
"Excuse me, is anyone else using the other sun lounge under this umbrella? If not I was thinking we could split the cost of the rental".
"Sure," I said. "I don't mind. My name's Charlotte, Char for short."
"Thanks, Char. I'm Anna. Is this your first time at this beach?"
"Yes. I love it, much better than the town beach!"
"I agree", she said.
Anna busied herself arranging her belongings and settled in next to me. She was tall like I am, and had a curvy, buxom body also. She was wearing a red string bikini comprised of small triangles of cloth, barely covering beyond the edges of her nipples. The triangle over her pussy was so tight it had creased up inside her lips. It made my own black tankini seem matronly by comparison.
Once she was settled, she reached up behind her neck and untied the strings, whipping off her top. Her tits sprang forth, and bounced up and down a bit.
"At least a C cup," I thought, "but mine are bigger."
I have natural D cup breasts that I am quite proud of. They're my favorite body part, and I have to admit that I like knowing that my tits are usually bigger than anyone else's in the room. I looked around the beach. There were only a handful of other women still wearing tops.
"What the hell," I thought and pulled off my top too.