The Holiday – part 1

by Aristocatch

I had a week's holiday owing, nothing planned and, what's worse, no-one in particular to spend it with. Searching the net I came across a sporting holiday for single women which seemed just what I was after and so, thanks to my plastic friend, I booked it.

Barely a week later, after a long flight, I found myself at a hotel by the sea being introduced to a young lady of Eastern-European origin who was to be my room mate for the week. She spoke a little English and, after we'd moved our things into the bedroom we were to share, we went down to the welcoming reception that the hotel had arranged.

When booking the holiday I had filled in online details of my sporting pedigree and now we were asked as a pair to make certain choices for the week's activities. Mornings were to be taken up with competitive sports, afternoons with relaxation and initiation to a new activity and evenings with a variety of possibilities. All competitive activities could earn points, and as a bonus the pair with the most points at the end of the week would have half their holiday paid for as a prize. My room mate, Krystina and I decided in simple English to go for options that provided the most points and took a surprise evening option that gave generous points but contained the warning that it was for 'open-minded' participants.

The first morning we took part in a tennis tournament where we won only one of our three matches, thus encouraging us to seek to enjoy the rest of the week, rather than to win at any cost. In the afternoon we had initiation to water skiing and, after dinner, we were taken, along with the others who had chosen our 'surprise' option, to a sports hall. It was explained to us that our 'surprise' theme would be combative activities although the organiser insisted heavily that the fun element was more important than any violent element.

Our first evening's activities had a two-on-one theme. We were paired with two other girls. The rules were simple, each competitor had to try to get past the two opponents and touch the end wall, within a two-minute period. The two defenders had simply to try to stop her. In the event of success a new two-minute period was created.

Krystina went first and, although she seemed to get up some speed in the short distance available she was instantly enveloped by the taller of our two opponents and dumped on the mat, where the two subdued her struggles until the two minutes were up. Taking no part in this initial trial, once Krystina's fate was obviously sealed, I was able to watch the other contests proceeding elsewhere around the hall. We had been asked to come in bikinis and some contestants had chosen outfits which had been designed with sport in mind. Others wore skimpy sunbathing outfits which could not stay in place during such physical activity. A considerable number of boobs were uncovered with the participants far too busy to do anything about it.

The taller girl was next to go against Krystina and I. She was obviously a real sportswoman. With rapid acceleration she sidestepped Krystina and as I went to tackle her, she spun her body round, leaving me grasping fresh air as she reached the wall virtually untouched. Starting again she made as if to repeat the move, but instead pulled back, rather than sidestepping Krystina, encouraging Krystina to come after her, which of course she did, at which point she used her arms to help extend Kystina's forward movement dumping her flat on the floor.

It was now one on one, and I had moved forward following Krystina. I was able to get my arms around the taller girl and take her down to the floor. But, even as we were falling, she was twisting and, as we hit the floor, she rolled free, got on her feet and reached the wall for a second score!

Krystina and I looked at each other and even though we didn't speak our look clearly said that there was no way she would score again.

On her third go she tried to rush us, avoiding Krystina who was slightly more advanced, but running straight into me. I was able to stop her and Krystina was near enough for us jointly to be able to take her down onto the floor. It may have been two on one, but she put up one hell of a fight and, at the end of two minutes all three of us were panting heavily, glistening with sweat and exposing our breasts to the air with our tops twisted away from their original location, even though we were wearing 'sensible' bikinis. I should perhaps also add that it was exhilarating.

Now it was my turn to go, but I was breathing heavily, partially out of breathe. I may have done a lot of sport in my time, but I don't have the taller girl's talents and my efforts to side step were only partially successful and merely delayed finding myself on the floor under two bodies. I think I was more successful than Krystina at breaking free, but even as a wriggled out of one hold, I would be seized again by the other girl. I did get within inches of touching the wall only to be physically dragged away from it by my feet by the taller girl before her partner more or less body slammed me to the floor, partially winding me in the process. Of the two she was by far the rougher, making sure that I could feel her presence.

At the end of my two minutes, having failed to score, we had already lost the match before the fourth girl's turn. The look in Krystina's eyes told me that this was to be anything but a dead rubber. I'm sure we were determined to give her back some of the bruises she had undoubtedly given us! We had no problem dumping her on the floor and we could probably have just sat on her for the two minutes, but that wasn't our idea. Let's just say that we grappled hard. She was clearly the most pugilistic of the four of us, and finding her arms generally free, she didn't allow being one against two to stop her pulling on any arm or head that came within reach. She didn't go so far as to actually punch us, but her swinging hands did come into contact with our bodies with considerable force. Not unnaturally we gave back as good as she gave - wishing to enter in the spirit of the competition!

At one moment her hand closed around one of my breasts, which was still covered by my top. It may or may not have been intentional. She had very quickly had her top displaced, and I took malicious pleasure a while later, finding her bare breast in my hand, to give it a good squeeze – most unlike me.

She clearly relished the aggression as, when the two minutes were up, she sat up and gave us both a big hug.

One of the reasons we had chosen the 'surprise' evening events was that there were points to be had, win or lose. So we didn't finish up entirely empty-handed, though our opponent's with a two-nil result raffled the majority of the points.

I have no doubt that the organisers had everything planned out, and knowing that we would all have had our breasts exposed at some stage they added a more 'daring' second part of the evening.

Changing the groups, but continuing the two-on-one theme. This time it was simply a case of the two trying to strip the one of all of her clothes as quickly as possible. The winners to be the pair whose combined timing was the best. I might normally have raised an objection to such a game, but after the first event and in what was now a charged atmosphere, I hardly gave any thought to having the lower part of my body exposed.

I'm sorry to disappoint, but the event proved less than titillating for the two of us. We completely dominated our new opponents stripping them in a fraction of the time it took them to strip us. We didn't need to be rough and gained no new bruises to add to those from the earlier part of the evening. We used the simple tactic in the first fight of Krystina tying up our opponent's arms, while I pulled off her bikini top and bottoms. Just in case the second girl thought how to combat that we reversed the roles and Krystina helped our adversary out of her clothes, as I held her arms above her head.

When it was our turn to be stripped we used attack as the best form of defence. We knew that we would end up nude, but delayed that state for quite some time by obliging the first girl to delay stripping while she extricated her partner from the hold we had put her in.

I did notice that Krystina was shaven between the legs, and one of our adversaries had a very cute pair of breasts; but that's about all I can say, except that we picked up a maximum number of points in literally a minimum amount of time!

After all that day's exertions, my night's sleep was long and deep.