What is it about summer days and alcohol?

It's an aphrodisiac to women from my neck of the woods.

So let me tell you about a post-covid holiday with my girlfriends, long overdue and a really needed break from stresses. Sure, they are all mothers. So I don’t doubt they needed a lot more unwinding than me.

We booked the break over a boozy lunch, one of those ones where we were only just given the go-ahead to socialise again after lockdown; before we knew it, we had flights, accommodation and holiday themes sorted before we had finished our meals. I don't quite know how the girls convinced their men that they were going, but I knew how I convinced mine – a whole other story, but it involved a very spontaneous BJ with lots of tongue action.

The airport and flights were drinks and laughter; the hotel became a bit more organised as I shared a room with one of my best friends, and we all headed up to phone our families to let them know we were ok and had arrived safe. We got ready for our night and sensibly called it early doors to make the most of our first full day.

After breakfast we met back at the pool; more drinking, but I guess anyone that knows me knows this is not a surprise, a little OJ and fizz in the warm sun, by the shimmering crystal pool.

We settled into our loungers, drinks at the side.

Thankfully I had my wide shades on, but I was aware of the girls all taking their bikini tops off, and yes, women steal little looks too. Now usually I would never go topless, but when in Rome, I hung my top half over the arm of the lounger and sipped my drink.

I know I have a decent rack myself, but oh my, the girls have more than enough to go around. If I were judging my own, I would say a solid seven, and yes, this was a few years ago and, importantly, a few less gravity years, but I easily counted other sevens, at least three eights and a nine. Yes, my roommate for the next few days had two nines; even after kids, they were a sight around the pool, and she knew it.

As we drank more and the sun tanned us, I think we all felt a sense of being relaxed and happy, playful even. We took turns applying lotion to each other, and I know it sounds like a Porky's movie, but feelings of arousal did begin to show. We were overly chatty to lads on a stag; we were lingering on touching each other, but the biggest tell was our conversation and jokes. We were becoming louder and louder.

Nothing vulgar or exhibitionist, but we discussed sex lives, preferences, and celebrity crushes. We have all mostly known each other since school, so there were only a few surprises; mainly, my hubby seemed to score highest in the looks department. Now I think he has been alone with every one of them, and none of them mentioned his unfaithfulness – well, not his adultery with them. He has been guilty of that in the past, but it was a one-time indiscretion I won't get into right now, but it planted a seed of curiosity of my own.

I drifted off to sleep, not passed out in drunken slumber, I add.

When I woke, I felt something over my face and the giggling, childish laughter of my mates.

I realised what it was; apparently we are no different from spotty-faced teens with high oozing testosterone levels. My friend's boobs were pressed to my face, the nines for clarity.

I adjusted my shades; they actually slightly twisted the frame with the weight.

"Alright, ya wee cow, sleeping's cheating…" she said with her big mouth of white pearly teeth, You can never be angry with this gal or her cheap insults.

"Just thought I would bring you a tittie surprise."

"More like mammary suffocation," I said.

She gave me a hug. "You ok? Sorry I woke you."

"It's ok, it was funny, and by the way, you taste of tequila and sweat," I said.

She honestly did, and I had to admit I liked it, a little too much.

I found myself eagerly stealing little looks at her the rest of the day; thankfully, my bikini bottoms were black.

We all agreed to meet later for dinner and headed back up. With all our tops back on and pretending we were respectable, we headed back through the hotel foyer and up to our rooms.

We shared the lift, both wrapped in sarongs and towels over our shoulders, but I could still see her defined collarbone leading down to her cleavage. As she stood in front of me waiting for the door to slide open, I could see the damp curls of her dark hair sticking to her soft skin. I don't know if she sensed it, but she turned and smiled at me,a playful glint in her eyes meeting my own.

My own suit bottoms now felt suddenly tight and damp as a warm flush spread through me, completely separate from the alcohol and sunshine.

I kicked off my flip-flops carelessly as the hotel door closed.

Not daring to meet her gaze, I practically fled to the sanctuary of the bathroom. Fumbling with the taps, I turned the two taps, steaming quickly as I dropped my damp bikini top, bottoms, and sarong onto the tiled floor.

I pinned my hair back up; about to step into the rapidly filling tub, I was going to announce my intention to go for a bath first, but before the sound could form, I felt her behind me already, her arm sliding tight around my bare waist, her breath hot and damp on my neck. "Did I scare you?"

I froze utterly, skin prickling everywhere her body pressed against mine, the roar of the filling tub suddenly deafening against the frantic thudding in my chest. I guess I must have flinched.

I turned around; the only word that came out of my mouth was, "Terrified." I said it before I placed my lips carelessly and unremorsefully on hers, and it's probably the most tender, passionate kiss I have ever had.