Lisas Summer Vacation Ch 01

Lisa relished her chance to visit her older sister Connie in Southern California for a couple weeks this summer. Connie had a place near the beach in Oceanside and it would be good to escape the midwestern heat and humidity that had started to settle in.

Connie, at 47, is five years older than Lisa and the two look like they came from different mothers. Connie is blonde and thin, but fit, with a-cup breasts. Her long, straight blonde hair reaches between her shoulder blades and she stands about 5'7" with a nice California tan, blue eyes and full lips. Lisa, on the other hand, could be described as voluptuous. Standing 5'9" with bushy dark brown copper hair and 38dd boobs that still sat high on her chest, firm, toned arms and legs and a nicely shaped ass, she could pass for a MILF porn actress. Lisa was hit-on everywhere she went in her midwestern town and there were rumors passed along by some of the ladies in the neighborhood that she was indeed once a porn star (though not true). Her husband was an insurance agent at a nationwide firm and they lived a relatively quiet life with the occasional vacation to Florida and South Carolina.

Connie and Lisa were closer at one stage in their lives, with Lisa living with Connie and her then husband, Roy, while Lisa finished her last year of high school. But since then, time and distance, and perhaps some history, caused them to be somewhat estranged, but still friendly.

Lisa was happy to get the invite to visit and thought maybe it would mark a new beginning to their relationship. She flew into the San Diego airport and Connie was there to greet her.

"Wow, don't you look amazing!" Connie gushed as Lisa walked out to where the car was waiting. And she did. She wore tight blue jeans, torn in the right places, and a tight white tank that barely held in her big boobs. The platform sandals made Lisa 6-feet-tall. The sweater she wore on the flight was draped over her arm. The women hugged.

"Wow, Connie, you look so tan, so healthy." Connie was nicely tanned, a real Californian. Lisa stepped back to get a look at her. Connie wore a simple peach cotton sundress and flat sandals. Lisa could see she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were jutting out beneath the material. If I went braless I'd get arrested, Lisa thought to herself. Connie's arms were softly covered with blonde hair, something Lisa always found sexy about her sister.

"I thought we could drive up to my place and get you settled and then walk down to the waterfront for drinks and dinner, watch the sunset?" Connie suggested.

"That sounds perfect to me. I really appreciate your inviting me out and putting me up for the week," Lisa said.

"Glad to do it. It'll be fun to re-connect."

Once they had the suitcases put away the ladies got in and started out for the freeway and driving north to Oceanside. At 2 p.m. the traffic was still a little heavy but soon cleared.

"You must have gotten quite a few looks with that top on the plane?" Connie remarked.

"Yes, it's hard to hide the girls so I just kinda stopped and embraced them. I was sitting between two businessmen on the flight and you can imagine how strained their eyes were after I took off my sweater. I caught them peeking a couple times. I don't mind, really."

"No, you never did, did you?" Connie said, looking straight ahead.

"I guess not. Men love tits, what can you do?"

Connie just nodded. She was an A-cup but they fit her athletic body, which was still in pretty good shape from all those years swimming in high school and junior college.

They continued catching up as the traffic got heavier and lighter until they finally turned off and approached Connie's small bungalow about three blocks from the beach.

"This is really nice, Connie," Lisa said as they pulled into the driveway.

"Thanks. I got it after Roy and I split up. Just a two bedroom. Trevor was living with me at the time but he's since moved out."

Trevor is Connie's 19-year-old son, blonde like her and a fuck-up like his dad, but not a bad person by any stretch. He'd been down in Texas, drifting. Lisa hadn't talked to him in ages or seen him for that matter. Except for the graduation photo Connie had sent the previous year. He was a handsome kid, a shame he was so messed up.

"And he's doing OK? Where is he, Texas?"

"Yeah, working some odd jobs in the oil and gas industry, trying to get on full-time. He's good with tools and stuff. Probably got it from his father."

"You ever talk to Roy?"

"Never. Not even sure where he is. Trevor might know but I just can't do it. Too many painful memories."

They got Lisa's luggage and went inside where it was cool from the air conditioning and smelled like incense, jasmine. It was a bit dark with lots of house plants, Persian rugs and rattan furniture, the walls filled with cheap art and abstract photographs and prints.

"Do you mind if I shower, Connie? I want to get the airplane off me."

"Of course not. We just have the one bathroom so there are towels in there for you. Take whatever space you need. It's just me so don't be modest going back and forth, if you're modest now?"

Lisa wasn't sure what to make of that remark. Maybe she was sure. Lisa had been a bit of an exhibitionist in her younger days and wasn't shy about being naked around people she knew. Her sister, of course, and sometimes her sister's ex-husband when she lived with them briefly. She tried to put those memories out of her head. Could Connie? She wasn't so sure.

Lisa unpacked in her bedroom and stripped out of her clothes and walked naked to the bathroom and shut the door. She showered and washed her hair, then dried herself and her hair before walking back into the guest bedroom naked. Connie was sitting on the bed.

"Oh hi." Lisa said.

"It's hard to believe they're real, Lisa. You are still looking great."

Lisa stood in front of Connie to let her continue to admire her body, then she brought her hands to her breasts and hefted them up. "They are quite real. And heavy. Joe keeps wanting me to not wear a bra when we go on vacation but it's just not comfortable, you know? I don't know. Maybe one time to please him next time we go to Florida." Lisa laughed to herself.

"Try it here," Connie suggested. "I've got a tube top that would be tighter on you to help with support."

"Are you trying to attract men, sister? I'll be your wingman but that may be going too far!"

"I'll get it. Wait here." Connie got up off the bed and disappeared. Lisa pulled out a black lacey thong and slipped it on followed by another pair of jeans.

"You look hot just like that!" Connie joked as she came back in with the top.

"I'm sure we could get the best seat in the restaurant if I wasn't arrested before we got there."

"Here. Slip this on."

Lisa put on the top and Connie was right. It was tight and offered the support Lisa needed. But it was almost obscene how sexy it made Lisa look, showing a lot of cleavage and her hard nipples pointing straight out. The white top wasn't transparent but Lisa's dark nipples were not well hidden.

Lisa looked at herself in the mirror above the dresser.

"Wow! Are you trying to get me in trouble with Joe? I'm going to have to fight them off in this."

"Yes, you will. Oh, don't you need to call him? Let him know you're here?"

"Yes! I completely forget. Thanks for reminding me. Where's my phone?"

Lisa got her phone and touched her husband's contact. "Hey, honey, sorry I didn't call earlier but I'm here with Connie and all's OK." Lisa told him they were going out to dinner.

"Wearing? Just jeans and a top. It's cool here but not too cool." A pause. "I'm with my sister, Joe, I'm going to look respectable, don't worry." Another pause. "OK, talk to you in the morning. Love you."

"Smile, sis." Connie had her phone out and took a quick photo of Lisa.

"Wow. Smoking. You need to send this to Joe. It'll drive him wild."

"Maybe another time," Lisa said, checking herself in the mirror again. She adjusted her breasts and applied some lipstick. "I can't believe you talked me into wearing this."

"Didn't take much convincing, to be honest," Connie remarked. "Let me use the bathroom and I'll be right out."

Lisa thought her sister was right. She liked the way she looked in the outfit. Kind of slutty but definitely sexy. Maybe this would be her new style, not at home, but on vacations. Would Joe want her to be seen like this? Would he want her to do more? He always hinted at it during sex. Questions for another day, she thought.

Connie was in the bathroom sitting on the toilet phone in hand. The pic she took of Lisa was excellent, showing off her big boobs and catching the darkness of her areola. She pulled up Joe's contact and typed a message:

Connie: Do you want to see what your wife is wearing out tonight?

The response came back quickly.

Joe: Yes!!!

Connie sent the photo.

Joe: Wow!!

Connie: Do you want me to tell you what happens tonight?

There was a long pause.

Joe: Yes.

Connie: Do you want more pics?

Joe: Yes.

Connie: Even if she's not alone?

Another pause.

Joe: Yes.

Connie just smiled to herself and continued getting ready. She decided to slut herself up as well to help attract more men. She wore a thong, short jeans skirt and a crop top that stopped just below her small titties, with platform-type sandals. She didn't normally wear make-up but she put it on tonight.

Connie walked back into Lisa's room.

"Whoa! I guess you're going to attract the boys tonight, sis!" Lisa said enthusiastically.

Connie struck a couple modeling poses.

"Still have your peach fuzz, huh?" Lisa ran her hand over Connie's stomach, which sported a slight carpet of blonde hairs that got thicker by her navel and pelvis.

"Yes, I decided to just live with it. Some guys find it sexy so why not?"

Lisa's touch made Connie's nipples grow hard and start poking her white crop top. They both noticed.

"Sorry, sis," Lisa offered. Connie pulled up her top to expose her bare breasts to her sister.

"It's fine. They do that a lot, always have. I don't have great tits but I do have great nipples!"

They both laughed and Connie put her top back down.

"Well, let's get all our nipples down to that bar, I'm thirsty!" Lisa joked.

The two women got their purses and headed out to Connie's car for the short drive to the restaurant.

Connie found a parking spot on the street in the early evening light. The bar/restaurant was a favorite with the local Marine Corps population and this evening it was buzzing. Connie and Lisa gave their names to the hostess and then found a couple seats at the bar near a group of servicemen, who definitely noticed the lovely ladies.

"I feel like a Margarita tonight, what about you?" Lisa suggested.

"Yes!"

"What can I get you ladies?" the bartender asked, setting out a couple napkins. "And do you need a menu?"

"Thanks, no, we will be getting a table but two Cadillac Margarita's would be great. On the rocks, salt on the rim. Patron." Lisa was impressed by Connie's order.

"You got it." Connie noticed the bartender steal a quick glance at Lisa's chest while her head was turned.

Lisa had been studying the crowded room. Some older couples, younger groups and the Marines at the end of the bar. There were five of them drinking beers and laughing, talking, having a good time. Occasionally one would look her way, then another. They definitely noticed the two ladies.

"The guys here really don't mind staring at you, do they?" Lisa said.

Connie giggled. "Of course not. This ain't Kansas, sweetie. Play your cards right and we won't have to pay for drinks," Connie said with a playful gleam in her eye. "You look great. Let me get another pic." Connie pulled her phone out and angled herself to get a good shot of Lisa, who sat up straight, pushing out her tits even more. "Excuse me, bartender?" "Yes, ma'am?" "Can you take a quick photo of me and my sister?" "You bet." Connie handed the man her phone and the two scrunched together. At the last moment, Connie reached over and grabbed a handful of Lisa's tit. "Oh, awesome," the bartender said.

"Sorry, Lisa, I don't have much to grab, you know."

"Anytime, sis."

The Margs came and Lisa remarked how strong hers was. Connie agreed but said it was better than weak shit. As the two sipped their cocktails, they chatted about each other's lives, about growing up and memories, whatever happened to so-and-so. Both women noticed each had rock-hard nipples and it was hard to hide the fact from anyone.

"Ready for another?" Lisa asked Connie.

"Yeah, I don't think our table will be ready for a while."

Connie got the barman's attention and asked for two more. When he brought them he motioned to the group of Marines and said these were taken care of. Connie looked down the bar and all five raised their glasses, laughing. Connie and Lisa returned the gesture.

"I guess we should go say thanks," Connie said to Lisa.

"They look kinda young, don't you think?"

"You don't have to date them, Lisa. Just say thanks and we'll chat with them for a little while then go eat."

"OK, you're right."

Connie and Lisa got up, grabbed their drinks and headed to where the Marines were stationed. The five guys all whooped and hollered as the sisters approached.

"See, I knew they would come on down," the shortest one said to his buddies. He was Hispanic and went by Javy. He was very excited.

"Hey, boys!" Connie said to the group. "Thank you so much for the drinks! That was very sweet."

"Well, you are the two sexiest ladies in here so we couldn't resist," said Bronson, a tall muscular white guy with a bald head.

Everybody introduced themselves and the sisters tried to remember all the names. Javy, Bronson, Johnny, who was built similar to Bronson and looked like a twin almost except for his beard, Steve, who was Asian and muscular and Pete, who looked about 18. He was also bald and white.

"So what are you ladies looking for tonight?" Steve asked.

"Us? We just came in for dinner. My sister Lisa is visiting from the Midwest for a few days," Connie explained. "Looks like this might be your regular spot?"

"Yeah, we come here when we can. Mostly for the women," Bronson said, and laughed. "That's quite an outfit Lisa." Bronson made no effort to hide his staring at her big tits and her hard nipples.

"Her hubby likes her to dress like that," Connie chimed in.

"Connie!" Lisa admonished her sister. "It was actually her idea, but..."

"Well you look fantastic!" Javy broke in. "Like a model or something. You a model?" He was almost salivating.

"Forgive our little friend here, Lisa," Johnny said, "he's from the hinterlands and thinks every drop-dead gorgeous woman must be a model. He's harmless."

"Well, I'm flattered. Thank you, Javy, but no, I'm not a model." Lisa took a gulp from her drink.

"But we can still take a pic, right?" Connie said. "Lisa, why don't you join the boys and I'll grab a shot. It'll be fun!"

The Marines were very enthusiastic and started assembling, pulling Lisa, who was still standing next to Connie, toward the group. Lisa was now surrounded by the strong young men, her huge tits jutting out. She put her arms around the two closet to her and Connie told them to smile, which they did. Connie thought to herself that Lisa could be a model as she looked at the screen on her phone. Not a high-class fashion model, of course, but a porn model, for sure. Lisa had the looks and body for that. Connie took the photos.

"Great! Now everyone grab her boobs!" Connie told them, laughing.

Lisa had no time to object had she wanted to as hands started reaching out, grabbing her flesh. Connie took another few photos. "That's so fun!" The hands lingered on Lisa's boobs, squeezing and pinching her nipples.

While Lisa enjoyed the attention, and the touch, she felt it not quite appropriate for where they were. "OK, guys, remember this is a family restaurant."

"Obviously, you've never been here before!" Johnny said, laughing. The others broke up as well and returned to their places for another round.

Lisa started chatting with the guys about being Marines and if they've been to scary places, which they all had.

"So, you have ladies in all these place?" Lisa asked.

"We never stay long enough for that," Steve said. "This is where the action is."

"Oh, is it?" Lisa replied. "You pick up a lot of women here?"

"Every time," said Pete.

"Says the virgin," Steve remarked, laughing.

"I'm not a virgin, you jackass. Don't listen to him, Lisa. I'm very experienced with the ladies," Pete said, defending himself.

"Well, that's very good to know, Pete. But I'm married, remember, so all that experience is probably wasted on me. Connie, on the other hand..."

"Next to your big tits I don't stand a chance," Connie joked, laughing to herself.

"She does have some nice big titties," Javy said, reaching out and giving Lisa's left boob a squeeze. Lisa didn't even react, thanks to the margaritas. "So, are you a prick tease, or what, dressing like a sexy slut."

Connie jumped in.

"Like I said, her hubby likes her dressing slutty when she's away from home. To tell you the truth, this is the first time she's done it so you guys are very lucky."

"Wow! I want to meet this guy and thank him," Steve said. "So how do you like it so far, Lisa?"

"I like it. May have to do it more often," she said laughing and taking another gulp from her glass. "It gets you free drinks, right?"

"You guys entertain yourselves. I need to run to the ladies room," Connie said and headed for the back of the restaurant.

As she got back there she noticed a back door with a small window. She looked through the window and saw an alley. The door had an alarm on it so she didn't open it to peer out. In the bathroom she found an empty stall and took her phone out. She looked at the photos of Lisa with the Marines. The one where they were grabbing her huge boobs was wicked.

She texted Joe.

C: Ready for some more pics?

Pause...

J: Yes!

C: Here ya go.

Connie sent the first group photo, the tame one.

J: Wow! That is hot. Are those military guys?

C: Marines.

She sent the next one. Another long pause.

J: A lot of hands on my wife's tits. How'd she react?

C: She loved it. The guys are still copping feels. LOL.

J: Send more pics.

C: I will.

Connie sat there for a moment and peed. She touched her nipples which were rock hard then reached down and touched her clit. She would need a cock tonight, she thought.

When she walked out back to the bar area the hostess told her their table was ready but Connie waved her off and said they wouldn't need it after all. She thought she saw the hostess do an eyeroll. Down at the end of the bar she saw Lisa and the boys. Javy was now resting his hand on Lisa's tit, gently massaging it as they talked and laughed. She must be really drunk already. Pete was on the other side of Lisa and had an arm around her waist, leaning close. The other guys were chatting up a couple younger girls who looked college-aged, maybe. They were dressed more refined than Connie and Lisa, that is to say not as slutty.

Javy had worked Lisa's top to the point her left nipple was now visible, though she didn't notice as another round of drinks arrived. The bartender did and winked at Javy who just smiled back. Connie noticed as well but didn't say anything. She just took her phone out and took some more photos.

Connie thought it didn't take much for Lisa's sluttiness to emerge, probably long dormant during her years of marriage to an insurance salesman. But it was always there. Connie first noticed it when Lisa came to live with her and her husband while Lisa was in high school. She had turned 18 that January of her senior year and was getting too much grief at home from her mom and stepdad so thought living with Connie would solve that. It did. Lisa seemed to be with a different boy every weekend and sometimes men. One guy who was probably in his late 30s brought Lisa home and then spent the night in her room fucking her. Connie and her husband could hear them going at it. At the breakfast table the next morning, Lisa was wearing panties and a thin t-shirt that showed off her hard nipples while the man was dressed in his clothes from the night before, a black short sleeve silky shirt and black pants with black shoes. They ate toast and jam with coffee. Connie walked in and said good morning to both.