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I had an ex forces buddy who lived in Cyprus and when life got too much, I'd bolt out there for a couple of weeks every year.

We'd hit the bars most nights and would inevitably end up at wet T shirt events etc.

We missed the start one night, but I'm standing there having a beer and casting my eye over the first of the girls who are now being introduced and ready to be soaked. Each were dressed in a simple flimsy white T shirt, and most were in shorts.

After about three entrants, up came contestant number four. She was a tall freckled , curly and curvy blonde. I'm at the corner of the stage, and as my mate shouted to me, I missed the contestants name. Anyway, I said to my buddy, "that girl looks like Stephanie, a girl I was in school with back home. She had that freckled country girl look too. Always had that demure shy but smouldering look, but that was a decade ago now."

Now Steph always wore baggy tops when we were kids, but her jeans were always painted on, and you could bounce pound coins off her arse. She had the really young and early Farrah Fawcett look, but with added curves. We shared lesson notes, and walks home, and we moved in the same circles around town when I was home, but she was always intent on study, rather than hanging out. Besides, I was always attracted more to her older sister Donna.

Donna was always more of a flirt, and had more of twinkle in her eye. She was always friendly, but also had a reputation for being a bit of a tease. She really had curves in all the right places, and was more of a strawberry colour than Steph. She was what we called a jaw breaker, because blokes jaws hit the floor when she walked in. I really had the hots for her, but was always away and out with the guys her own age.

Anyway, back to it.

The compare told number 4 to "report to the water boy", so off she went. The water boy sprinkled her from a ladder and a giant watering can, as she massaged her chest through the T-shirt, and almost immediately some fantastic nipples, and gorgeous tanned areolae, about the size of fifty pence piece hoved into view, tenting the t-shirt.

I still remember, she strutted around the stage to Van Halen's "Jump", and each time the lyric said it, so she did it, to screams and hollers from the crowd, which got louder and louder.

The compare then said "Ok Stephanie, time to lose the shirt !".

Two things then happened.

1, She ripped the T-shirt down the middle and hurled it into the crowd, beaming from ear to ear, and shimmying the most fantastic tits I'd ever seen until that moment. Topped with such perfect areolae and nipples, she was simply a vision.

2, I was absolutely dumbstruck. I was simply rooted to the spot, and damn near dropped by beer, just overwhelmed by the magnificent sight before me.

It had to be her ! It couldn't be her ! Could it ?

Anyway she was ushered off stage, and I was in a complete daze, completely dumbfounded, and barely recall seeing contestants five and six.

The compare than says "And now is contestant number seven, you've met her little sister Stephanie already, now its time to meet her big sister Donna".

Holy cow ! And there she was, skipping onto the stage, and up to the microphone. I just couldn't take my eyes off her. Still as curvy, with a healthy glow, and her once strawberry tresses were now a longer more flowing auburn. (Tinted I found out later).

I missed what the compare said, as I was soaking it all in. Then over she went to the waterboy.

Wow ! Simply wow ! I didn't think it was possible to have better breasts than Stephanie, but there they were, a stunning pair of D-cups, topped with large pink areolae, and despite their size, still had that superb upward curve.

She shimmied across the stage to "Get it On" and the compare shouted, "To hell with Get it On - Get it Off !"

And she did.

It was a sight that is still simply seared into my mind. Just those magnificent tanned globes massaged by two tiny hands, which she followed up by pinching her own nipples, until they stood out like chapel hat pegs.

And then all too soon it was over.

Anyway, I've bored you enough with this for now. There is an aftermath to this, and I have two similar stories from the same sort of scenario, that happened over the next three or four years, involving a former works colleague on her holidays, and a friends wife on a hen weekend. I'll try and stick them on here when I get time.