She gave me a little room tour. While she walked towards me her now unsupported boobs were bouncing beautifully. But she also didn’t seem to have a problem with it. We mostly sunbathed and went swimming from time to time but nothing interesting happened. She lives a couple of hours away. Her name is Liz and we connected right away. She was a good looking girl in her early twenties. We put our chairs next to each other and our legs on the railing. We were having breakfast and planned the day. I positioned myself differently to hide my boner. The other flatmates also joined at some point but they are not yet relevant for this story. “Is this the reason why you were lying on your stomach the whole time?” She asked looking into my crotch. At first I didn’t like the idea but then I understood what this would mean: Liz would wear nothing but a bikini.
