My name is Karen and I've been married to my husband, Phil, for just over ten years. Now I suppose once I tell you what happened you'll probably think I'm some sort of slut. Well I can assure you I'm not. I love my husband and what happened, well it just happened. In some respects I blame Phil.
Phil and I had booked a holiday to Spain. It was our first holiday abroad since we went on honeymoon. So of course, to say I was looking forward to our fortnight in the sun was an understatement. I spent the months before we were due to go sweating and staining in the gym getting as close to my perfect beach body as I could and shopping for clothes that would flatter me, along with bikini's for those days by the pool or on the beach.
I have to say, the results of my days in the gym paid dividends with Phil. He loved my flat stomach and firm bum. He claimed my slim figure made my boobs look even bigger than usual and he couldn't keep his hands off me. We've always had an active sex life and I do like sex. But although I will suck Phil's cock, I never swallow, facials are a no, no and don't even mention pee or anal. Disgusting! Or so I though back then at least.
I suppose that my girlfriends see me as something of a prude. But actually I'm just something of a tomboy. I like jeans and a sweatshirt, rather than a dress. Just because I like my body, doesn't mean I have to flaunt it to other men. As far as I was concerned, my naked body was for Phil and no one else.
So there I was counting down the days until My holiday in the sun and a week before we were due to fly, Phil's father inconsiderately goes and has a fall and breaks his leg. He lives alone and as Phil is an only child, of course he has to cancel our holiday so that he can look after his dad. Well I wasn't having that! However, Phil was adamant that he couldn't leave his father without care, So we were at something of an impasse.
I will admit that I was something of a sulky bitch for the next few days and then Phil suggested my sister Mel, take his place. Mel is my baby sister. Five years younger than me at twenty five. She had just come out of a long term relationship and if anyone needed cheering up it was Mel. When I suggested she joined me she nearly bit my arm off and so we changed the tickets and just over a week later Mel and I jetted off for a fortnight in the sun.
My one worry about Mel is that not to put to fine a point on it she's easy. Even in her last long term relationship (two years no less!), I knew for a fact that she cheated half a dozen times. She just likes men and men like her. She dresses in low cut tops and short skirt, wears far to much make up and loves to flirt, even with Phil. But my thinking was if she does get up to anything in Spain, she's single and its not like I have to join in.
The hotel was lovely and had a very pretty pool, but I like to see the sea and so Mel and I went to the beach for the first few days. Of course Mel went topless, but despite her teasing I wasn't getting my boobs out. However after three days of her teasing me about being a prude and too chicken I relented. I was lay on the sun lounger in the late morning and I thought to myself. "Why not?" After all, no one knew me here. What harm could it do?
So without any fuss I sat up and unclipped my top and after applying some sun cream I laid back with my 36d boobs exposed. It felt very naughty at first. After all, only my Phil and one other boyfriend had ever actually seem my naked breasts. Both were obsessed with my thick, sensitive nipples. Now here I was showing them to anyone who cared to look. I felt like a naught schoolgirl. I loved the feel of the warm sun on my flesh and the light breeze that was blowing seemed to be caressing my skin in a most delightful way. I enjoyed it so much that the following day I had my top off before Mel did.
I'd had my boobs exposed most of the day and it was beginning to feel normal to lay exposed in just my tiny bikini bottoms. I dozed in the glorious sunshine and was feeling good about life. When a voice said,
"Hiya Kaz, I thought it was you."
I hate being called Kaz. My name is Karen! I opened my eyes and squinted in the bright sunlight. Then as my eyes got used to the glare I saw that I recognised the man staring down at my naked boobs. His name was John and the reason that I recognised him, was that we worked together in the same office. My first instinct was to cover up. But as I started to reach for a towel I realised that if I instantly covered up, he'd know that I was bothered by him catching me half naked and he's the sort of man who'd have a lot of fun with that when he saw his mates.
So I dropped the towel and fained in insouciance that I didn't feel. My heat was pounding as I caught him looking at my nipples. I made some small talk with him and then, damn her, Mel joined in and started chatting with him too. With two sets of breasts on show, there'd be no getting rid of him now.
There was no doubting that Mel and John were hitting it off. Even I could see there was an attraction between them. I suppose that shouldn't have been a surprise. After all he's something of a ladies man and she's a tart. However when he suggested we should join him and his friends for a night on the town, she shouldn't have yes without asking me. I'd been painted into a corner. If I didn't go, how would that look when we got back to work. But I really didn't want a boozy night with four men. One of whom was the office Lothario and three others I'd never even met!
I made this point as we got back to the hotel and as we ate dinner and as we were dressing for the evening. Mel's response every time was "Live a little, its just a bit of fun." Well, I hoped she was right. But I suspected I'd be defending my baby sisters honour before the end of the evening. You see John is very much Mel's cup of tea. Six foot tall, dark, and well built. With a naughty twinkle in his eye and a soft Irish lilt to his voice. He'd already slept with half the girls in the office and he wasn't shy about boasting about his conquests to the other men.
The evening was warm but I still think Mel could have worn more than she did. Her white denim skirt was so short that I thought it was a belt. And her midriff was exposed by the bright yellow crop top she was wearing. With a thong and no bra, I thought she might as well go out naked. I chose a long flowing maxi dress that covered me from chest to the floor I suspected I looked like her mum. Although due to the heat, I also didn't bother with a bra.
We met the guys at 9pm just as the town was starting to wake up. John introduced us to his friends, Dave (Tall, bearded and tattooed. Something of a hipster), Keith (Shaven headed and very muscular) and Ian (Not quite as tall as the others but he had a slim hard body and chiselled, soap star good looks). They were all in their early twenties and knew they were good looking. That said, they were good company and refused to let us buy a drink.
I lost track of the time and despite trying to be careful, I drank more than I should have. By 11pm we were all dancing to some pounding music in a crowded bar. The dance floor was packed and hot bodies were pressed up against me. I saw Mel kissing with first John and then Ian. After a while I was just too warm and couldn't catch my breath. So the boys took us two another bar. This one was mostly men and despite my protests the boys had us downing shots. I knew I was getting a little beyond tipsy and when the DJ yelled that there was going to be a wet t-shirt competition normally I would have run a mile and dragged my sister with me. Instead it was Mel dragging me onto the stage.
I had no idea what was going to happen. There were five women on a small stage, including me and Mel. I was last in the line and the DJ handed each of us a plane white t-shirt. I was trying to ask Mel what we did with the T-shirt, but with the noise from the bar and the DJ whipping up the crowd, she couldn't hear me.
Then the First girl removed her blouse and exposed a scarlet bra. To boo's from the assembled men she put the t-shirt on and then stepped into a small children's paddling pool. The DJ then took a bucked of water and poured it over her front and the t-shirt went transparent showing off her bra and shapely breasts. So that was what happened. Hold on! I had no bra! I was totally confused as to what I should do
And then the next girl was pulling off her top. She tuned away from the crowd and removed her bra. Then after putting on the t-shirt she faced the men and the water was poured on her small breasts. Instantly the t-shirt went transparent and her nipples were exposed. The crowd cheered and the The DJ whipped them up into an even higher pitch.
The next girl was also young and pretty flat chested. She repeated the trick of turning away to put the T-shirt on. But seconds later her nipples were on show to dozens of strange men. Then it got to Mel. My sleazy sister pulled off her crop top and to the cheers of the crowd twirled it over her head before throwing it into the crowd. Totally unconcerned that her tits were on show to all and sundry. Then with the crowd yelling their approval she put on the t-shirt and had the water poured over her has she shimmied to the pounding music.
"Beat that sis!" She hissed at me, with an evil grin.
Now I will admit that I'm a competitive soul and there was no way my baby sister was beating me at anything. Before I knew it I was undoing the straps of my dress. My drunken thinking was, I've been on the beach in just my bikini bottoms. So its not like I'm showing anything extra. With that thought in my head, my dress it the floor and the crowd erupted.
I was stood in front of probably a hundred strange men. In just my tiny panties. I put my hands over my head and moved to the music thrusting my breast towards the audience. Then it hit me. On the beach men may glance at you, maybe look for a few second. But its an asexual thing. Here every man had lust in his eyes. Every man wanted me. You know what? I liked that feeling. The feeling of being lusted over. It was a little intoxicating.
Somewhat reluctantly I put on the T-shirt and the grinning DJ poured the water over me. God it was freezing! My nipples instantly erected, sticking out like cigar butts. The crowd were yelling encouragement as I shimmed and shook my large tits. I lifted the hem of the T-shirt and flashed my wet breast to the crowd, feeling like a star!. Then I noticed just how many camera phone's had been filming me. Oh well! When the DJ had the crowd cheer for their favourite, I won by a mile and a fifty Euro note and a T-shirt with the bar's logo, was pushed into my hand.
I picked up my dress and it was drenched. There was no way I'd be putting that back on anytime soon. However, the T-shirt was fairly long and just about covered my bum, while it exposed my long legs. But what else could I do? I stripped off the wet garment and put on the dry T-shirt and rejoined the boys. Mel had recovered her top at the cost of a kiss and quite a bit of groping and also made her way back to us.
"Fucking hell Kaz, You have fantastic tits." John shouted over the noise of the music.
I suspect I blushed as I thanked him for the compliment. The fifty Euros bought a round and then shots. I was drunk and I knew it, but I felt good. Relaxed and happy, despite the loud music. It was hard to hear one another and so when John suggested we go back to their hotel so we could hear one another speak, it seemed like the most logical of suggestions and the six of is tottered back to their hotel.
The boys had rented a large bungalow with two bedrooms on a large complex just a couple of minutes from the bar. Once we got inside I saw it had a large living space with a couple of sofa's and a small kitchen with a table and chairs. Quite nice, I thought. Mel and Ian were lagging behind and gigging together and as soon as we got in the bungalow as John poured some drinks, Mel and Ian disappeared into one of the bedrooms. "Typical Mel!" I thought.
God knew how long Mel was going to be so when Dave suggested a game of cards while we chatted I quickly agreed. After all I couldn't leave her. We were playing a game called "Queenie" where if your left with the queen at the end, you lose. Half way through the first game John asked what we should pay for,
