Steph and Jess had always been close, being mother and daughter, but now Jess was 18, they were more like best friends or sisters. Steph was 40, although most of her friends said she didn't look old enough to have an 18 year old daughter, so she knew she looked good for her age. Jess was tall, 5ft 10 and very slender with size 30A breasts. She was blessed with the longest legs known to man and wasn't averse to wearing high heels either, she was a confident young woman and wasn't shy about her body or her height. She frequently wore tiny shorts and even tinier bra tops, knowing she had the skinny figure to carry it off. However she was insanely jealous of her mother's curves. Steph was shorter than her daughter, at 5ft 6 she was about average, still with the same long legs her daughter was blessed with, but with curves to die for. She had a perfect hourglass figure, she was 36DD and had a little waist which gave out to her rounded hips and bottom. She had long red hair that fell almost to her waist. She knew she captured the attention of a lot of men, but most of them Steph wouldn't even give a second glance.
Each year they had gone on holiday together, but this was their first to an adults only resort, as Jess had turned 18 a few months before. They were both looking forward to letting their hair down and seeing what possibilities they might encounter during their week away. Both of them were currently single, so they were free to explore any opportunities that came their way. Steph had always been open with Jess about sex, she wanted her daughter to learn to enjoy it for herself, and not to spend years just pleasing the men she was with. Steph had faked so many orgasms in her life by the time she was 30, she finally realised it wasn't getting her any where and she didn't want that for Jess. She'd bought her daughter her first dildo and encouraged her to experiment with it, to learn how her body works and what felt good for her. She wanted Jess to start out knowing what she wanted and not be afraid to ask for it.
At home they both frequently brought dates home with them, but the agreement for the holiday was to be safe, they wouldn't go back to the guy's chalet, they would only bring him to theirs, so only one of them was to bring a guy home each evening. The walls were far too thin for them both to be fucking someone at the same time.
The first evening they both went to the resort welcome party. They both had a few drinks and started to mingle. Very quickly Jess saw a guy zone in on her mother, as they often did. The way she was dressed usually brought them to her like a moth to a flame. She was wearing a skin tight bodycon dress, hugging every curve, low cut so her tits were perfectly on show, not too short as to look slutty, just sexy, her bright red hair cascading down her back and the way she moved, Jess had no doubt they would be queueing up for her. Given their agreement, Jess knew her mother had won that evening, so despite the early hour of 9pm she headed back to the chalet to put on a movie. She'd brought her little pink friend with her for company. With walls this thin, her mother was bound to provide some auditory x-rated entertainment that she could use as inspiration for her solo play. She'd heard her mother before and my god that woman was hot in bed. Jess almost wished she could watch her, she was sure she'd learn a thing or two. She sat down in front of the TV and started to watch the movie, gently probing herself with her vibrator before quietly drifting off to sleep on the sofa.
Steph knew she'd snared one already. She'd spotted him when he walked in and it wasn't difficult to capture his attention. Usually a few tosses of her brightly coloured hair and if necessary a wiggle of her hips on the dancefloor was usually enough to get them salivating over her. She enjoyed the attention, particularly when it was from the sort of guy she liked. It was an in-joke between her and Jess, Steph was into bearded geeks with tattoos, every single time without fail. And oh my, she knew exactly the right ones to choose. Steph liked a man who knew his way around a woman's body. After years of disappointing sex with her ex-husband, she had no time for boys without a clue. And she'd learned these were the ones that did it for her, from the outside you'd never suspect how those strong arms were willing and able to throw you around and hold you down with that one handed necklace she loved so much.
He came over and offered her a drink which she gratefully accepted. They danced to a couple of songs, or more accurately Steph was grinding her body into his whilst music played. Everyone was getting quite hot and sweaty on the dancefloor and they'd ended up outside. He traced his hand up her back and then wrapped his hand under her hair and pulled her head back before kissing her, feeling her knees go weak under her. Oh yes, thought Steph, this is a good one. "Do you want to come back to my chalet?" She asks, staring him in the eye so there's no doubt as to what she means. "Fuck yes", he says.