1. The Beach House - Day One

    Date: 2/15/2024, Categories: Fiction / Fantasy Voyeur / Exhibitionism Lesbian Lactation, Masturbation / Toys Author: MissAdventurous, Source: sexstories.com

    Day One
    The Beach House
    "Anna?" I called up the steps, panting and already covered in sweat. Tropical vacations were fun, but lugging your stuff up several flights of stairs sucked.
    "Yeah?!" she yelled back.
    "I can't carry this cooler by myself, can you help me please?"
    Her response was to trot quickly down the deck stairs to help me, her blonde pony tail bouncing behind her. Together, we hauled the cooler with food for the week up the wooden steps. Once at the top I took a moment to catch my breath and take in the view.
    "Wow," I breathed, watching the waves from our elevated position crashing into the shore. Her vacation house was stunning, set high on stilts right in the dunes overlooking the water. It had an open and airy floor plan with a wrap around deck that had cushioned chaise lounges and a patio table, all setting the scene for what I was hoping would be a perfect vacation.
    She smiled at me. "Beautiful isn't it?"
    "It's insane, thank you so much for inviting me."
    Anna shrugged and brushed off my thanks.
    "I get lonely by myself, so really, you're doing me a favor," she said. "Let's get the rest of the stuff inside and put away so we can relax!"
    I nodded eagerly and we got to work. We laughed and joked along the way, gossiping about the office once in a while. Anna and I were co-workers and over the years we had developed a strong friendship despite our age difference. While I had just turned 32, Anna had hit the big 5-0 last year.
    She did a little shimmy shake to the country music playing on the Bluetooth speaker and I couldn't help the small laugh that came out of me.
    "You're too funny," I said, putting away the last of the White Claw in the fridge. "What the heck are we supposed to do with all of this alcohol?"
    Anna looked at me, her brows furrowed in confusion.
    "We're on vacation Parker - we're drinking."
    "Oh, I don't usually drink that much," I said, a little embarrassed.
    In response, she popped the top of one of the hard seltzers and poured it into two glasses full of ice singing "It's five o'clock somewhere!" in a horribly off-key voice. She handed me one and clinked hers with mine.
    "To vacation!" she cheered, taking a drink.
    "Vacation!" I yelled back and took a small sip.
    "Okay, let's get changed and go down to the beach," she said and went upstairs to her room.
    The house had two bedrooms, the master upstairs and one in the back of the main level off the kitchen. Since I was the guest in her house, Anna was in the master. My room had two full sized beds crammed into the space, only about two feet between them. It wasn't the most comfortable setup, but I got it. It was a vacation house after all and sleeping capacity increased the ability to host more guests. Anna rented it whenever she wasn't using it herself so more beds meant more value for her.
    I unpacked my clothes for the week and put them away in the dresser, leaving my favorite one piece bathing suit out with a ...