Max and I have always been best friends, for as long as I can remember. I was practically a member of his family. My own family are nothing but trouble to me and I spent almost every minute with Max and his parents, eating, sleeping round, watching films etc.
On the run up to my 19th I noticed some issue between Max's mother (Liz) and father (Rob). A little more distance between them when they sat on the couch, you know small things like that. Whatever they were going through I saw it as an opportunity to get closer to Liz. In the past year we had gotten quite flirty at times, usually when she had had a drink or two. Once when I had run upstairs to grab something from Max's room I ran into Liz on the upstairs landing in nothing but a short towel, she had just come out of the shower. It covered everything I wanted to see but showed me enough of her incredibly shaped thighs to make me want more.
It was this small moment that changed everything for me because in this spilt second she realised I was checking her out. We were briefly alone and she did something that blew my mind. She adjusted her towel, purposely, to show me more of her fabulous chest. She didn't open the towel fully or allow anything to show, but she saw me looking at her sexually and showed me just that little bit more.
It took all my self-control not to follow her into her room and beg to see more. I just slipped into the toilet and had a great orgasm thinking of my mate's mom.
I was too embarrassed to mention it to her again so I took the moments where I was upstairs in Max's house alone to explore Liz's underwear draw. She had loads of different pairs, I couldn't help but note the size of her waist and breasts and even borrowed some of the more racy types for my wanking sessions, always careful to keep them in good order and returning them after I had finished. But I got one hell of a thrill from touching my erect cock to the place on her panties where her pussy would soon touch.
Soon to my surprise I was asked to accompany the family on holiday to Malta. Liz told me whilst standing in front of her husband and my best friend that I was like one of the family and going on holiday without me just wouldn't be right. But as soon as she told me all I could think about was seeing her in a bikini. My mind raced and I really hoped I could get some time alone with her on the holiday, maybe this would even be my shot at taking things a step further with her.
On the plane out I sat next to Max away from his parents, but all I could do was think about the possibilities that might be presented. Would I have the courage to go forward? What if I made my move on her and she rejected me? Furthermore she could tell her husband or Max and then everything in my life was up in the air.
When we arrived at the hotel Max and his father insisted on going out and getting a few drinks. I said I didn't feel like drinking the first night and Liz agreed with me. It lead to an uncomfortable little conversation between Rob and Liz in front of Max and myself and ended in Rob leading Max away with the intention to get outrageously drunk.
And this is where we pick up the story...
I looked at Liz as she stood staring in the direction of those who had just left us.
"Are you ok?"
She seemed to relax a little as she turned to me and took my arm. Leading me towards the rooms we had only just left.
"I'm fine, in fact I am better than fine. Come on I've got something to show you. I was going to wait until tomorrow to show you but we seem to have found ourselves a little time so why not?"
I didn't have a clue what she was on about but there was a slight tone of anger in her voice so I just went with it.
She led me to her room where she picked up one of her suitcases and took it to the bathroom. She popped her head out the door just before it closed.
"Just make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in a sec."
So I sat on the bed and waited for the unknown. Moments passed as I listened to her shuffling about in the bathroom. She shouted from inside.
"Are you ready?"
I didn't really know how to respond so I risked it. "Yeah, sure."
She emerged from the bathroom in a bikini and strode out in front of me. It wasn't a particularly revealing bikini as far as they go but it was still great to see. She had pinned her hair up which I had never seen either and as she struck a 'What do you think?' pose in front of me I scanned her from top to toe. Her breasts looked more lifted than usual but were still quite well covered. Her mid-riff was totally exposed and I was amazed at how slim and toned she looked. It was by far the sexiest flat stomach I had ever seen! Her bikini bottoms were fairly plain but they did the job of exposing her full curvy legs.
I realised I have been staring open mouthed so I snapped my mouth shut and checked to see if she had noticed. Fortunately she was smiling at me.
"Shall I give you a spin?"
"Yeah, please" I didn't mean to say please. It rang alarm bells in my head screaming 'not sexy, not cool.' But she giggled and started a slow spin. She stopped half way round and gave a slight wiggle of her hips. Waving her bikini clad arse straight at me. She spun again and looked me in the eye.
"Well what do you think?"
This was my moment and I knew it. I swallowed and replied.
"You look amazing Liz. It's not the best bikini though." Her face fell a little and I hurried to continue. "I mean most bikinis' nowadays really show more flesh. You know that doesn't show all your curves like it should."
She frowned at me and I thought maybe I had taken it too far already.
"Well I do have another bikini. I think it's a bit more revealing." She waited a few seconds, biting her lower lip with indecision. "Would you like to see it?"
Another shot of courage hit me. "Only if you're wearing it at the time."
"Deal!" She said with a smile. "Be back out in a hot minute."
