Jill had driven from her home in Benton….a small town outside of Little Rock, Arkansas….to Pensacola, Florida, for a badly needed ‘weekend getaway’ with some girlfriends from college that she hadn’t seen in nearly ten years. She happily drove through the back streets of Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia, singing along with the radio, enjoying the scenery, and anticipating a fun-filled beach adventure with the three sorority sisters that were joining her for the weekend.

Jill hadn’t married well after graduating from the University of Arkansas. She ended up with a husband who had once been handsome and interesting, but who had grown into an unambitious man, with little charm and not much to look at anymore. She had grudgingly accepted their meager life in Benton, and hadn’t been on a real vacation in over five years….so she was totally pumped for this one, and couldn’t wait to let loose with her old friends from college.

She’d packed lightly….mostly skimpy bathing suits, halter tops, and sun dresses….and she had to admit….she was hoping for some extracurricular fun while she and her friends soaked up the sun and sand on the gorgeous beaches of Florida’s panhandle.

Ten years out of college, Jill was still a very attractive woman….in her mid-thirties, with long, blonde hair, and a beautiful figure….big, natural breasts, a slender waist, and shapely legs. She knew she was nice-looking, but she had no illusions about what attracted the most attention whenever she entered a room. She wore a 34DD bra.…if she bothered to wear a bra….and she loved the attention she got from both men….and women….when she left them unfettered and let them jiggle and bounce as she moved about. She had smiled to herself as she packed for this trip, choosing not to pack a single bra….this was going to be a weekend of total freedom.

When she arrived in Pensacola, she checked into her hotel and asked the desk clerk if her three friends had arrived, yet. They hadn’t, so she went up to her room to unpack and get settled. She spent a few minutes standing on the balcony of her room, appreciating the beauty of the ocean and the expanse of white sand that stretched in both directions as far as she could see. With a satisfied grin, she decided to take a shower and clean up….it had been a long, arduous drive from Benton.

When she stepped out of the shower, she wrapped a hotel towel around her body, and spent a few minutes blow-drying her hair. Just as she finished with her hair, she heard a knock on her door. When she opened the door, she let out a squeal as Anne…her roommate and best friend from college….bound into the room and enveloped her in a big hug. Wordlessly, their lips met in a tongue-filled kiss….Anne grabbing Jill’s ass with both hands and nudging her backwards into the room, as the door swung shut behind them.

Still locked in their passionate kiss, Anne pulled Jill’s towel lose and let it drop to the floor, grabbing her boobs with both hands, as Jill returned the favor….pushing Anne’s tube top down past her heavy breasts, allowing them to spring free between them.

In college Jill and Anne had been sorority sisters and best friends.