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 ï>¿Sun, Sand And Skin by fantasticfic

   Two couples begin an eye opening holiday in France.

   Sun, Sand And Skin: Day 01

   "Busted!"

   Dan put down the controller of the Playstation but it was clearly too
late.

   "Hey!" he protested.  "I'm packed, I've tidied up, I'm allowed to
relax."

   "So why the guilty conscience?" Emma asked, closing the front door of
their flat behind her.

   "Okay, maybe I'm not totally packed," he admitted.  "But never mind
that: did you get everything from the Post Office?"

   "Yep," said Emma, lifting the multiple packages she'd collected.  "Just
in time."

   "And there are some new bikinis in there?"

   "Yep," repeated Emma, her smile growing.  "Bikinis and a few other
things.  But don't think I haven't noticed you trying to change the
subject. And because you promised - promised!  - you would be packed when I
got back, I'm not going to model them for you now."

   A whirl of emotions flooded Dan.  He'd half expected his girlfriend to
return empty handed; he couldn't quite believe she'd actually gone on an
internet spending spree for sexy swimwear.  Emma usually wore a one piece
and he'd had to cajole her into branching out for their holiday.  At first
he'd made it a joke: "Ali said we were only allowed one suitcase so we have
to pack light."

   Emma had arched an eyebrow and ignored him.  But Dan had planted the
seed in his own mind and it had taken root.  He realised he really wanted
to see his gorgeous girlfriend in some more revealing swimwear.

   "Come on, babe, it's the south of France, not the local leisure centre.
Maybe a couple of bikinis would make it more fun."

   "For who?" Clearly the seed had not been planted for Emma.

   "You don't have to wear them at the beach.  Ryan's parents' place has a
pool, right?  You could just wear them there.  No one would see."

   "Ryan would see!"

   "So your boyfriend, your best friend and your best friend's boyfriend.
You wouldn't exactly be on public display."

   "Okay, okay, I get it, I'm a prude."

   Dan immediately backed off, sensing danger.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.  Your body, your choice," he
said, drawing her into a hug.  "But you've got a great body!  I totally get
why you usually wear a one-piece but it's going to be absolutely boiling
over there and being on holiday is a chance to relax and be free."

   "No, I'm the one who should say sorry," she said into his shoulder. 
"It's totally bloody normal to wear a bikini.  I know that.  But you know
my hang ups.  I just find it hard to relax when people are gawping at me."

   The problem - and this very much depended on how you looked at it - was
her boobs.

   Emma had a classic English girl next door quality: tallish, lean frame,
green eyes, rosy skin, long brown hair.  A classic English girl next door
quality...  provided you lived next door to Lucy Pinder.  Because, much to
her chagrin, Emma had a phenomenal pair of breasts.  It was a fact she had
tried to escape from all her life and baggy cardigans, unflattering flannel
shirts and sports bras had got her a long way to physical anonymity but
even the most functional Adidas swimsuit laid her bounty bare.  Covered
completely up to her throat with her boobs compressed by padded black
material, Emma's silhouette was still enough to turn heads.

   As for when they were set free...

   Dan remembered the first night she'd pulled off her oversized sweater
and he'd unhooked her bra, allowing her extraordinary breasts to spill out.
But 'spill' wasn't even the right word; they sat just as high, the bra
seemingly camouflage rather than support.  His mouth had gone completely
dry, his dick completely hard.

   After they had met, Dan had once come across a description of breasts as
'retrousse' in a book he was reading.  This was in an allegedly highbrow
novel but French made everything seem more classy.  When he'd looked it up,
he'd realised it meant the same as the more prosaic ski slope breasts. 
More Googling had led him to the perfect ratio: 45/55.  45 percent of the
breast above the nipple, 55 percent below with the nipple pointing upwards
at roughly 20 degrees.  Dan had always been a humanities man but this was
the sort of science he could get on board with.  And Emma combined the
magic ratio for 'beckoning breast' with sheer mass.

   In short, her breasts were a miracle of nature and one that it seemed he
had finally persuaded her to share with the world.  Or, at least, a small
subset of the world in the South of France.  Although, Dan reflected, it
might be more accurate to say Ali had persuaded her.

   Ali was a petite and frankly stunning British-Chinese woman on the same
life sciences research fellowship as Emma at Imperial.  The pair had
quickly progressed from colleagues to confidants to best friends.  Dan
often wondered what it was like in the lab: a sea of geeks and then this
pair of sexy scientists with an intimidating combo of brains and beauty. 
But besides being aware of her unavoidable hotness, Dan didn't know Ali
that well as the journey between their flats was really annoying so mostly
the girls hung out after work or went into town.  It was after one such
night out last week that Emma appeared home just as Dan was starting to get
worried.

   "I thought you were just going to have a couple.  You must have stayed
till last orders." He tried not to sound like a scold but Emma was
oblivious.

   She grinned and plonked herself down on the sofa next to him.  Her body
language definitely suggested she'd made full use of the bar.

   "Sorry, dad," she said, giving him a wet kiss on the cheek.  "You know
how it is.  One thing led to another.  We were talking about the holiday
and, you know, stuff and time got away from us."

   "Ah," said Dan.  "Stuff."

   "Yes, stuff, you bastard," she said, launching herself onto him.  "Now
stop taking the piss and get me a G and T."

   "It's almost midnight!  And do you really need another?  We've got work
tomorrow."

   "Fiiiiiiiiine, you can rub my feet instead," she said, dumping her legs
in his lap.  "Anyway, you know you were talking about getting some bikinis
for the holiday?"

   Dan did know.  He quickly started rubbing her sweaty little feet.

   "Ali said the same thing as you."

   Dan made a mental note to buy Ali a pint.

   "Oh yeah?" he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

   "She's just bought some new ones."

   "Oh yeah?" he repeated.

   "She showed me the pictures and sent me the links.  They are a bit
different to my swimwear.  A lot smaller."

   "Oh yeah?" he repeated again, mouth slightly drier.

   "Yeah, Oscar Wilde.  Anyway, I asked if she felt embarrassed wearing
them.  She said she felt like a goddess.  Wow!  I was so, like, jealous and
proud of her.  She was so confident of herself as a woman that it made me
feel a bit silly.  And then she started buttering me up." Emma blushed. 
"Like, I know I've got quite a nice body.  But she was, um, a bit saucy. 
Well, pretty filthy actually.  God, you should have got me that G and T;
I'm getting all embarrassed and flustered just thinking about it. 
Basically Ali said it would be a crime against nature to keep this
bodacious bod under wraps."

   That's another pint for Ali, thought Dan.

   "So yeah, peer pressure works.  I've bookmarked those links." Emma
paused.  The corner of her mouth quirked; she knew she was about to be
naughty.  "Besides, its not fair, is it?  You'll be getting an eyeful of
Ali in her bikini so what about poor Ryan?"

   "I thought you didn't want poor Ryan to get an eyeful?" Dan raised a
questioning eyebrow.

   "I didn't.  I mean, I don't.  What about you?"

   "What about me?"

   "Do you want an eyeful of Ali?"

   "I want an eyeful of you." Dan mentally high fived himself for his quick
thinking; he couldn't wait to see Ali in a bikini.

   Emma smiled.  "That can be arranged."

   They had both been naked within minutes.  They hadn't even gone into the
bedroom, just made love right there on the sofa he was currently sat on. 
He owed Ali a pint for that too.

   "Come on, let's finish packing," Emma said, breaking him out of his
reverie and waggling one of the packages at him.  "I promise these won't
take up much space."

   ***

   "It's such an annoying time for a flight," moaned Dan as he heaved their
suitcase up the stairs of the tube.  They might have packed light but the
case was still bloody heavy.

   "Since the alternative meant being at Stansted at 4am, I'm gonna say
there were more annoying possibilities."

   "But you basically lose the whole day to travelling this way."

   "Oh, I'm sorry, did you have big plans today?  Maybe playing on your
Playstation?"

   "Okay, okay, I'm moaning, I know.  I just hate travelling."

   "No one likes travelling," said Emma, ruffling his hair as they reached
the platform.  "But the tube journey will be over soon and we will be on
the train and then the train journey will be over and we will be at the
airport and then the plan journey will be over and we'll have arrived.  A
week's accommodation in the South of France for free!"

   "You're right," said Dan with a smile.  And she was.  Before he knew it
- and with only a bit more lugging of suitcases - they were at Stansted and
were heading smoothly through security.

   They had arranged to meet Ali and Ryan at the gate and the other couple
had beaten them to it.  "Hey!" yelled Emma in excitement when she spotted
them, waving frantically.

   Ali squealed and waved back and then, on some secret girl signal, the
pair ran to greet each other.

   Ali was wearing the same outfit that Dan had always seen her in: Nikes,
leggings and a hoodie.  As she reached up to embrace the half foot higher
Emma, her sweatshirt rode up revealing the curve of her small but perfectly
formed bum perched above a mouthwatering thigh gap.  Because Ali's
signature attire wasn't just leggings but skintight leggings that looked
like they had been lacquered onto her body, hugging every contour of her
buttocks.  Which also highlighted the presumed fourth ever present item of
her wardrobe: a thong.  The leggings swooped round her petite curves and
plunged into the crack of her arse utterly unimpeded by any visible
underwear.

   All this ran through Dan's mind in a millisecond before he made a
conscious effort to raise his gaze.  He lifted a hand in greeting to Ryan
and walked over to join him.  As he did so, he realised with a twinge of
embarrassment that they were both wearing navy polo shirts but that Ryan's
was expensively branded whereas his was from Uniqlo.

   The two boyfriends looked on in bemusement as their girlfriends
continued their reunion.  "Didn't you guys see each other yesterday?" Ryan
said.

   "What is it with men?" Emma asked, rolling her eyes at Ali.  "Going on
holiday is exciting!  Going abroad is double exciting!  The last time I
went to the beach was in Britain so it was all shingle and I had to wear a
cagoule.  France has got sun and sand, right?

   "Yep, you definitely won't need a cagoule.  In fact, you won't need
anything at all at the local beach.  It is clothing optional."

   Dan's mind suddenly jumped back to Emma's comment about giving Ryan an
eyeful.

   Emma blushed and Ali elbowed Ryan.  "You've embarrassed her!"

   "Don't blame me," said Ryan.  "Blame the French."

   "I'm not sure when I'll make it to the beach though," continued Ryan
ruefully.  "My parents have given me a 'to do' list as long as my arm so
I'll be ready to start the holiday on, ooh, Wednesday or so."

   "I'm pretty sure you'll have some fun, babe," Ali said.

   "Yeah, it's going to be awesome," said Emma.  "Thanks so much for
inviting us.  There is no way we'd have been able to afford a holiday
abroad this year otherwise."

   "No problem.  My parents don't like Air BnBing it so it is nice to be
able to make use of the place.  It was my brother's turn to have it but he
had other plans."

   "Hey," said Ali suddenly, looking at Emma and Dan.  "We should swap?"

   Dan almost had a heart attack.  Did she mean...?

   "What's your seat number, Emma?  We should sit together and the boys can
get to know each other a bit better.

   "Great idea!  We are 28 E and F."

   "Appropriate," Ryan laughed.

   Dan didn't get the joke but it seemed like Ali did because she gave him
a mock scowl.  If Ryan noticed, he was unconcerned.  "Sounds like it is
decided then," he said to Dan.

   "Er, I guess so," said Dan as the tannoy announced boarding.  After a
bit more queuing and luggage logistics, he found himself seated next to
Ryan at the back of the plane, several rows behind their girlfriends.

   "Ah, that's better," he said.  "Once you are on the plane, it starts to
feel like an actual holiday."

   "I know what you mean," said Ryan.  "Well, it's a short flight and the
airport at the other end is tiny so we should be straight out.  Then it's
not long in the car - like, half an hour - but then we can just chill. 
There will be food in the house for a store cupboard dinner but I suggest
we walk down the road to the local bistro."

   "Sounds good."

   The pair soon fell into easy chat; perhaps the girls had been right to
impose this forced bonding session.  The only slightly awkward bit was when
they talked about their jobs.  Ryan didn't actually say anything about his
salary but Dan quickly intuited that Ali's boyfriend earnt at least three
times as much as he did.  He'd have liked to have consoled himself with the
fact Ryan's job as a management consultant was soulless but actually it
sounded a lot more interesting than his own.  Dan had got into publishing
because of his love of literature but he spent most of his time on admin.
Low paid drudgery was not exactly how he'd pictured life after graduating.

   But that was a blip and Ryan had that public school confidence to skate
over it an ensure the conversation flowed smoothly onto films and music and
cricket.  The only other interruption came when a particularly attractive
stewardess offered them drinks.  Ryan winked at her as he ordered, causing
her to smile and blush slightly.  Dan could never imagine himself doing
that in a million years and he would usually have found it a douche move.
But while Ryan was handsome enough to pull it off, he was somehow
annoyingly charming rather than cocky.  Dan tried not to get an inferiority
complex.

   ***

   "Passports ready," called Ryan over his shoulder as they crossed the
boiling concourse.

   "Yes, dad," replied Emma in a sing-song voice.  She winked at Dan and
Ali giggled.

   Ryan good naturedly flicked Emma the Vs but then proceeded to steer them
effortlessly through passport control, baggage reclaim and car hire very
much like the leader of the group.  Dan did feel a bit like a child as he
strapped himself into the back of the shiny rental Peugeot.

   Then Emma reached across and squeezed his hand.  Exciting, she mouthed
at him with a big grin.

   Ryan put on some music and the journey passed in companionable silence,
everyone watching the landscape out the window and feeling that special
contentment that comes with starting a holiday.  The view quickly changed
from arid, desert-like fields to avenues of trees to winding, almost
medieval streets.

   "We're here!" Ryan said triumphantly.  "Now, where is that bloody
clicker..."

   He had stopped the car in a narrow street hemmed in by looming brick and
stone walls studded with dark doors and heavily shuttered windows.  They
were outside a garage door built seemingly straight into an old stone wall
that was at least eight feet tall.

   Ryan found the fob in his manbag and pressed the button.  The door swung
upwards.  After the blazing sunshine, it seemed incredibly dark as they
pulled into the garage.

   Through a door, the garage opened out into a surprisingly large
courtyard-like garden with a swimming pool, water features, terraces and
what even looked like a separate hot tub.  It was flooded with sunlight but
totally private, enclosed by walls and not overlooked.

   "Oh wow, this is amazing!  We don't even need to go to the beach," said
Emma.

   "Speak for yourself.  You can't beat sun, sand and sea," replied Ali.

   "And skin," Ryan said, winking at Dan.

   "There is plenty of skin worth seeing here," Ali said with a mock pout.

   Dan's thoughts immediately went to her new bikini collection.  Just how
much skin would she be showing?  If it hadn't been for the conversation
that Emma had relayed, he would have thought Ali's swimwear would have been
pretty conversative.  She certainly never showed any skin in the UK.  But
she probably had the opposite problem to Emma: she was shy about her small
breasts.  There was nothing wrong with small boobs though.  Dan bet she had
a dynamite little body and she was obviously prepared to be a bit more
liberated on holiday.  Emma had said her bikinis were small, but how small
was small?  How much of an eyeful was he going to get?

   And how closely had Emma followed Ali's lead?

   "You two are both gorgeous," said Ryan with a laugh.  Dan wasn't
entirely sure of the etiquette here but this seemed a pretty presumptive
way to describe someone else's girlfriend.  Okay, he'd just been thinking
exactly the same but he hadn't said it.  "But variety is the spice of
life."

   "I can assure you we are quite spicy," said Emma in a mock-posh voice,
raising her chin to give him a haughty look.

   "Oh, I can definitely believe that."

   Dan was thinking he really needed to say something since the banter had
basically turned into pure flirting when Ali moved the conversation on
herself.

   "Ooh, I just want to jump in now," she said, looking down into the pool.
Dan couldn't help but agree; the rippling sun on the surface of the water
looked incredibly inviting.

   "There is plenty of time for that, babe.  Let's just dump our stuff and
head out for dinner."

   They wheeled their luggage inside, Emma and Dan rubbernecking slightly
at what was a seriously fancy holiday home.  It was fully furnished to the
level you'd expect for someone's actual house, not just a place to spend a
couple of weeks a year.  As they went past a bookshelf in the hall, Dan
couldn't resist having a quick nosy.  Yes, there was Dan Brown and Harry
Potter but in French and they were accompanied by various Booker winners
and modern classics.  Money and taste, thought Dan to himself.

   "I'll give you the tour later but let's go to our rooms first.  Just up
this way."

   The house was old, the stairs narrow and Dan was tired from travelling.
As he hefted their suitcase for yet another set of steps, he misjudged it
and managed to bash the case into the wall with an embarrassingly large
bang.

   Ryan winced.  "Do you want a hand with that?"

   "No, I'm fine," said Dan, waving him away.

   Ryan raised his hands in supplication.  "Sure, sure."

   "Just try not to trash the place quite yet, Dan," said Ali.  She said it
lightly and with a smile.  But, Dan reflected with his head down, it was
the first time she'd spoken to him directly this holiday and it was
basically to tell him he was an idiot.

   They stopped on the landing and Ryan held out a hand.  "Okay, this is
you.  See you downstairs in thirty minutes."

   "This is some place," said Dan after he'd closed the door behind them.
"Ryan's parents must be absolutely loaded." Sure enough, the spare bedroom
of Ryan's parents' holiday home was bigger than the bedroom in their flat.
It even had an ensuite.

   "I know, we are so lucky," said Emma, giving him a quick kiss.  "I'm
going to have a shower and change before dinner."

   "I'm fine like this, right?"

   "Yes, you are fine like that.  But did you know that 'fine' is not
necessarily the pinnacle of aesthetic achievement?"

   Emma knelt down and unzipped their case as she was talking.

   "Here is your enormous pile of clothes in case you change your mind."
The modest pile probably accounted for a quarter of the case's capacity.

   "Hey, I sacrificed my space for you!"

   "How very noble," she said with a wink as she wheeled the case into the
bathroom.

   Dan shoved his clothes into a chest of drawers and then emptied his
rucksack - books, phone charger, condoms, etc, etc - into the bedside
cabinet.  He lay on the bed and tried to read his current book but found
himself re-reading the same paragraph again and again.

   "Ooh, that feels better!" Emma stepped out of the bathroom, running her
hand through her hair.  She was wearing one of her favourite summer
dresses: bold print, mid-thigh, high neck.

   "Gorgeous as ever," said Dan with a smile as he put down his book.

   "Thanks, babe!"

   ***

   The owner of the restaurant treated Ryan like a long lost son, pulling
him into a bear hug and making a big fuss as he showed them to a table. 
Dan had no idea what they were saying in rapid fire French but if anything
the owner's exuberance increased in response to Ryan's replies.

   Dan's sense of awkwardness and linguistic ineptitude continued when he
looked at the menu that the proprietor eagerly thrust into his hand.  There
was no English translation.

   "It's all in French," he whispered to Emma as the whirlwind of
hospitality continued on the other side of the table.

   "Yes.  That's because we are in France.  Do you remember the whole plane
journey thing?"

   "Ha ha.  I just meant I can't read it."

   Emma rolled her eyes.  "Then you should have done Duolingo with me, like
I asked, instead of wasting your time on computer games.  I bet Lara Croft
can speak French."

   "Well, yeah, she probably went to private school like Ryan."

   It just so happened that the owner had finally released Ryan by that
point and so Dan's side conversation suddenly became a whole table
conversation.

   Dan blushed but Ryan seemed totally unfazed.  "Don't knock a classical
education," he said with a wink.  "But there's no substitute for living in
a country and lapping up the language.  I've been lucky enough to spend
quite a bit of time out here."

   Thankfully for Dan the conversation was diverted by the arrival of a
waitress laden with glasses, wine, olives, charcuterie and...  other stuff
that he couldn't easily identify.  Either Ryan had ordered it already or
the owner had just sent it over but either way, Dan once again felt like a
passenger.

   The waitress was a bit older than them, perhaps early thirties, and
showing a lot of deeply tanned leg.  Once she'd finished unloading her
tray, she leant down and kissed Ryan on both cheeks, initiating another
exuberant two-way conversation.  She couldn't seem to stop touching Ryan's
as she spoke.  Now she was closer, Dan could see the ghost of acne scars on
her cheeks which in no way detracted from the beauty of her face, her
sensuous features framed by hair so dark it was almost black.  Bending down
to talk, a firm line of cleavage showed through the neck of her blouse. 
Dan cautiously tilted his eyes away from this and caught Ali looking in the
same direction, her lips compressed into an equally firm line.  Dan started
to fill his glass from the carafe, glad the focus was off him.

   Eventually the waitress departed, still chatting animatedly to Ryan over
her shoulder, a huge smile on her face.

   "She seems friendly," Ali said with a hint of frost in her voice.  "What
were you talking about?"

   Ryan laughed.  It was seemingly impossible to ruffle his feathers. 
"Relax, babe, just catching up.  Alize said she was pleased to see me here
with my friends and that I was lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend."

   "She did not!" Ali's demeanour had completely flipped.

   "Although she did think you were out of my league.  I'll tell you the
rest later," he added with a wink.  "Now, who is hungry?"

   Dan ended up ordering steak hache as it was the only thing he could both
identify and pronounce.  When it arrived it was delicious but it looked
decidedly unadventurous compared to everyone else's plate.

   "God, this wine is good," said Emma, putting her knife and fork together
and sighing contentedly.

   "And cheap!" added Ali enthusiastically.  "We are going to be spoilt by
the end of this holiday.  Tesco just won't cut it!"

   "Anyone fancy dessert?" asked Dan, thinking he could be a bit braver
with his choice this time.

   Ryan shook his head.  "We should get an early night, babe," he said
across the table to Ali.

   She smiled and Dan thought he detected a slightly saucy note to it. 
"Yes, I think I could do with an early night." She turned to Emma and Dan.
"But you guys should stay, if you want."

   Dan liked the sound of that and the idea of having a bit of time on his
own with Emma but before he could say anything, she jumped in: "Actually, I
fancy an early night too.  Is that okay, sweetie?"

   "Sure," Dan replied.  "What about the bill?"

   "Oh, I'll pay that," Ryan said dismissively.  "We can sort something out
at the end of the holiday.  It's easier that way."

   As they made their way outside, they were soundtracked by more banter
from the proprietor.  Their waitress - Alize - caught Ali's elbow as she
went past and whispered something in her ear.  Whatever it was made Ali
blush which only caused Alize to smile wider.  She blew the group a kiss as
they left.

   Outside the evening air was perfect: as warm as a bath but with a light
breeze.  As Dan walked down the tight old streets he felt a million miles
from London.

   Emma leaned her head onto his shoulder.  "I'm a bit tipsy."

   Dan was a bit tipsy too.  He was also horny as hell.  He'd wanted to
stay out with Emma but he could definitely see the positive side of going
back to their room.  Ahead of them, Ryan had a firm grip on Ali's tight
little arse as they strolled ahead of them.  Emma didn't usually like that
sort of thing but the mood seemed right so he reached under her summer
dress to cup her buttock.  His fingers touched bare flesh and, to his
surprise, nothing else.  Emma made no noise of complaint so he stretched
further, his finger tip eventually reaching a thin piece of fabric.

   "Are you wearing a thong?" he asked in a shocked whisper.

   "Surprise," she whispered back.  He couldn't see her face but he could
hear the smile in her voice.

   "I thought you hated them."

   "I never said I hated them.  I just thought they were embarrassing.  And
they are!  But I got into the swing of things when I was shopping and,
well, you did encourage me to let my hair down a bit.  Do you like it?"

   "I love it!" Dan blurted and was then slightly embarrassed by his
eagerness.

   "It's actually super comfortable.  And sexy," she added with a giggle.
"No wonder Ali won't wear anything else.

   Dan's mouth went slightly dry and his dick expanded in his shorts.  His
eyes found their way back to Ali's perfect bum, millimetres of skintight
fabric hugging what had now been casually confirmed to be naked flesh. 
She'd also changed for dinner and was now in lilac cycling shorts and a
loose white T-shirt.  The paler fabric contrasted nicely with her
surprisingly tanned legs and provided added definition as it plunged into
her crack.  His own hand involuntarily squeezed Emma's arse.

   "I'm glad you like it," she said, quickly kissing his neck.  Dan
immediately felt like a total prick for thinking about Ali and made sure
that Emma had his full attention for the rest of the short walk.

   Once they were back at the house, Ryan and Ali didn't waste any time.

   "Well, see you in the morning, okay?" Ryan said, already leading Ali up
the stairs.  "First person up gets bread.  It's that place we passed on the
corner."

   Ali just giggled and waved.  She was clearly a bit tipsy too.

   Emma and Dan looked at each other and laughed.

   "Shall we join them?" she said.

   "I think they want a bit of privacy, if you know what I mean." Dan
waggled his eyebrows lavisciously.  He was already feeling more relaxed now
they were alone and he realised he'd felt a bit in Ryan's shadow all day.

   "Har har," Emma said, slapping him lightly on the backside.  "I meant,
let's go up to our room."

   Let's, thought Dan, taking her hand.  He was keen to get a closer look
at her new thong and the treats it concealed.

   Although their hosts had only gone upstairs moments earlier, there was
no sight or sound of them.  For some reason, this caused Dan and Emma to
tiptoed upstairs like teenagers wanting to avoid waking their parents after
a late night.  Emma looked at Dan and Dan looked at Emma and they burst
into laughter in mutual recognition of their absurdity.  They were
definitely tipsy.

   "Inside," said Dan, steering Emma into their room and closing the door.
"So," he said, drawing her close and cupping her buttocks, luxuriating
again in the shocking sensation of her naked flesh.  "Want to Christen the
bed?"

   Emma turned her head sideways so she wasn't looking him the eye. 
"Tomorrow.  It's been a long day."

   "Sure, sure," said Dan with a sigh.

   "Poor baby.  But I have got something to show you.  New nightwear.  I
think you'll like it.  Strictly look but don't touch though."

   "Great, double blue balls."

   She slapped him on his backside again but a lot harder than before.

   "Blue balls don't exist.  It is a meme created by the patriarchy to
pressure women into sex." Emma kissed him on the lips to defuse her words.
"Plus I'm not stopping you playing with yourself.  Now, do you want to see
or not?"

   "I want to see you.  Why don't you just take that dress off?"

   "I'm wearing a sports bra and a thong; I'd look like an idiot.  But I
can see I wasted money getting some properly sexy stuff.  I guess I'll keep
my lingerie and bikinis at the bottom of the case and you can wank into my
trashy thong, you perv."

   "I didn't say that," Dan said, pulling her tighter and kissing her.

   Emma kissed him back.  It was a long kiss of warmth and intimacy but
also unmistakable desire.  Dan once again thanked his lucky stars to be in
a relationship with such a gorgeous, wonderful woman.

   "I'm so excited you wore that thong and I'm even more excited to see
what you bought.  But it's just window dressing.  I mean, nothing could
improve on the majesty of your body.  Or detract from it.  Not even - gasp!
- non-matching underwear."

   Emma laughed.  "You've got a silver tongue when you've got the horn,
don't you?  Kiss me again."

   They kissed again and a deep contentment flowed through Dan's body.  The
spiritual connection of the moment was only slightly undercut by the rush
of blood that flowed to his penis.

   "So, do you want to see the window dressing?" asked Emma as they finally
broke the kiss.

   "Oh, I definitely want to see."

   "Well, be a good boy then.  And if you liked the thong so much, why
don't you hang onto it?

   She stepped back from him and reached up under her dress.  Keeping eye
contact, she tugged her thong down, letting it drop to her ankles.

   "Ciao for now," she said, stepping into the ensuite bathroom.

   In a daze, Dan bent down to pick up her discarded thong, before getting
undressed and jumping into bed.  He automatically reached for his phone but
then immediately realised he hadn't got the Wifi password yet.  He put it
down again and settled back into the pillows.

   He wondered what Emma would be wearing.

   Dan had honestly never believed she'd wear a thong, certainly not in
public, certainly certainly not under just a thin summer dress.  His mind
went back to the delicious shock of making that discovery, his hand
touching succulent naked flesh as they walked home.  He felt his semi
stiffen further and reached down to gently stroke himself.

   Dan was a boob man and he had won the girlfriend lottery in that
respect. But he currently had arses on his mind.  Understandably.  He was
somehow on holiday with two incredibly hot women who had decided to wear
underwear that was about as substantial as dental floss.

   He brought Emma's used thong up to his nose, feeling every inch the
pervert that she'd pegged him as.  But that didn't stop him from inhaling
deeply from the microscopic gusset.  It was glorious; the scent was by no
means strong but the musky notes of female arousal were there.  Emma had
obviously enjoyed wearing them...

   Dan's mind started to wander.  Did Ali find them equally arousing?  Had
the tiny piece of fabric between her legs moistened when Ryan squeezed her
arse?  Or was she an exhibitionist?  How many hundreds of people had
checked out her pert package today?  Did strutting around with her arse on
show get her wet?

   Dan thought about peeling down those shorts, inching them lower over the
taut globes of her buttocks, revealing the scant fabric bisecting that
perfect peach.  In his mind, his won hands were suddenly replaced by Emma's
and he was watching his girlfriend undress her best friend.  Emma leant
forward and sank her teeth into the firm flesh of Ali's arse.  Ali moaned
in response to the playful bite and then moaned deeper as Emma's teeth
closed around her thong.  Dan's hand was flying up and down his shaft now;
this wasn't just leisurely playing now, this was serious business.  Emma
tugged the thong down as Ali bent over, canting her arse up in the air for
easier access.  Emma grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart, exposing
Ali's rosebud and pouting hairless sex.  She leaned forward, tongue
outstretched...

   "I see you started without me," a voice said archly.

   Dan hadn't heard the door to the bathroom open and the real Emma step
out.  He quickly released his cock and then his jaw literally dropped when
he saw what she was wearing.

   "Well, what do you think?  Better than a silly old thong, right?"

   It was perhaps the most pointless piece of clothing he'd ever seen.  But
also the most mind blowingly sexy.  It was the sort of outfit he'd only
seen in cartoons or Carry On films; simultaneously cutely retro and
daringly modern.  It was a negligee or a baby doll or something but
whatever it was it was very short and completely sheer, apart from a
crotch-level fluffy fringe.

   "It feels so nice." Emma slowly stroked a finger along the fabric,
trailing it upwards from the furry hem.  "But its a bit embarrassing.  A
lot embarrassing.  You can see my totally nips." Her finger continued
upwards over the considerable swell of her boob and she gently cupped
herself before letting her fingertip come to a rest on her nipple.

   Dan didn't need her finger to point this out for him; he could indeed
totally see her nips...  and the fact they were swollen into hard little
pebbles.  He could also totally see the entirety of her glorious breasts
virtually unobstructed through the gauzy material.  Usually they were
strapped down and hidden away; now they soared free, her clothing providing
neither support or concealment.  Her breasts were so large, firm and high
that the negligee poured down like a waterfall to the very tops of her
thighs from the prodigious projection of her chest.  There it frothed and
foamed in faux fur, hiding - just - her own fleece.

   "It's even more embarrassing when you aren't wearing any knickers," Emma
continued.  She did a little spin, briefly exposing her peachy, thongless
buttocks as the hem flared upwards behind her.

   "Peekabo!" She flipped up the front of her nightie for a second,
exposing her neatly trimmed bush.  This was apparently a step too far. 
Emma blushed furiously and clasped her hands in front of her crotch.  "Oh
my god, this negligee is possessed!  It's turning me into a slut.  Quick! I
need to cover up!"

   Before Dan could tell her that she absolutely did not need to cover up,
she'd dived into bed with him.

   "Wow!  That was weird!" Emma's voice was slightly breathless as she
snuggled up to him.  "I bought that as a joke but it was, I don't know, it
was like I was suddenly playing a part.  It felt so exciting showing off
for you.  Maybe I'm a closet exhibitionist."

   "Very closet.  But I'm glad you've cracked open the cupboard."

   "Cheeky!" She emphasised this with a quick yank on his now rock hard
cock.  "But yeah, me too.  Wearing this stuff has got me a bit wet," she
confided.

   "I know," said Dan, holding up her thong and causing her to blush.  "But
are you sure it was the lingerie and not your sexy, irresistible
boyfriend?"

   "Oh, Dan, of course" Emma said in a pretend pout.  "You've given me a
proper wide-on.  I'm dripping fanny batter for you."

   "Gross!" Dan laughed.

   "Female empowerment, babe."

   "So as a strong, independent woman who is dripping fanny batter, do you
want to climb on this?" He brought her hand back to this cock, this time
for her to caress rather than abuse.

   "It's tempting...  but like I said, it's been a long day.  I just need
to go to sleep.  Don't worry, you can have your wicked way with me in the
morning."

   "How am I going to get to sleep with this?" He tried not to sound
petulant.

   "I don't mind if you toss yourself off."

   "It's embarrassing!"

   "Now who is the prude?"

   "I never said you were a prude." Dan couldn't keep the frustration out
of his voice.

   "Sorry, I know you didn't, I was just teasing." Emma kissed him and
snuggled closer.  "Thank you for making me push my boundaries a bit and I
promise that you are definitely going to reap the benefits.  Just not right
now."

   Dan kissed her back, swallowing his disappointment as she rolled over.
She wasn't wrong though; he was tired too and they had a whole week
together.  He turned off the bedside light and closed his eyes, willing his
mind to empty and his dick to soften.

   It was Emma who heard it first.  "Is that...?"

   Dan had just been drifting off to sleep but when Emma spoke he realised
that, subconsciously, he'd been hearing it too.  A rhythmic, breathless
moaning coming through walls.

   "Sounds like someone is having fun," Emma said with a smirk.

   Dan was fully awake now and his dick was rapidly waking up too.

   "Do you want to have a bit of fun too?" Emma whispered in his ear,
reaching down to grasp his cock.  "Ooh!  Someone's excited!  Are you
thinking about Ali?  Thinking about her getting fucked on the other side of
the wall?"

   "No-o," managed Dan as she started to stroke.

   "Really?" she asked, squeezing harder.

   Dan rolled over and kissed her.  "Not any more."

   "Charmer."

   They didn't say much after that, just kissed and stroked.  All the time,
the noises from next door were getting louder, female moans being joined by
the unmistakable pounding of a mattress.  Dan's fingers found that Emma was
now more than a bit wet; she was absolutely sopping.

   "I want you inside me," panted Emma.  "But you have to wear a condom; I
don't want a mess."

   Dan practically leapt out of the covers to grab a condom from the
bedside drawer.

   "Come back!" yelp Emma.

   "Oh, I'm coming," said Dan, furiously tearing open the wrapper.

   He passed it to Emma who expertly skinned it over his throbbing cock
without even looking.  She kissed him deeply and pushed him flat on his
back.

   "I want to be on top, okay?"

   "Okay," agreed Dan hurriedly but Emma's labia were already parting over
the head of his cock.

   They groaned in unison as he entered her.  Or, perhaps more accurately,
she engulfed him.  Emma was tight but he slid effortlessly inside her.  Dan
couldn't remember her ever being wetter without lube.  The pounding from
next door continued as she sunk all the way down his shaft.

   "You are fucking soaked," Dan grunted.  "Thinking about Ryan?"

   "Not any more," Emma managed as she bottomed out.  She groaned as she
ground her clit against his pubis.  "I'm going to fuck you, baby."

   That was absolutely fine by Dan.

   With excruciating slowness, Emma dragged her way up his shaft until just
his head was still lodged inside her.  She leaned down to kiss him.  "I
love you, baby."

   "I love you too," said Dan but the second half of the sentence turned
into a choked cough as Emma slammed herself down, burying him fully inside
her in an instant.

   She was never usually this aggressive; she really was fucking him rather
than just riding him, taking him deeper and harder than she usually liked.
Dan had been on a knife edge of arousal for ages and it was almost too
much. Usually when she was on top he relished the opportunity to fondle her
breasts but he knew it would put him over the edge.  Instead he lay there,
gritting his teeth and enjoying the delicious torture.

   "Yes!"

   Emma was sometimes this aroused but she was never this noisy.  It was
like she wanted to be heard.  Her excitement and burgeoning exhibitionism
seemed to have combined with her competitive streak.  It was a side of her
that Dan had never seen and while he wanted to see more of it, he hadn't
signed up for a public competition.  Emma had set a punishing pace and
there was no way he could keep up.

   "Oh god, I can't hold back."

   "Please.  Oh, I'm close.  I'm close, baby."

   Instead of slowing down, she went for a sprint finish.  Emma's movements
became more urgent as she hunted down her orgasm.  She collapsed on top of
him, her breasts crushing into his chest.  She grabbed his neck, kissing
him frantically as she pistoned her hips furiously.  Dan brought a hand up
to her hip to slow her but it was already too late.  He gasped as he
ejaculated.  Emma kept her pace but he was already softening inside her and
she soon slowed to a stop.

   "Shit, sorry, that was just too hot.  Let me finish you off with my
hand."

   "Don't worry, babe," Emma said.  She lay on top of him catching her
breath then pulled off him with a wet slurp, his dick landing on his belly
as she snuggled back beside him.  "That was fun.  I just want to sleep."

   "You sure?" checked Dan, pulling off the condom.

   "You can make it up to me in the morning," Emma said, kissing his neck.

   Dan let out a contented sigh as exhaustion overtook him.  This was going
to be a good holiday.