The Holiday – Part 2
by Aristocatch

Day two dawned bright and sunny and my muscles ached as I slowly extricated myself from my bed. Yesterday had been a full day that had worked each one to the full and now they were busy telling me to lay off for a while.

The organisers had other ideas and, after breakfast, they started us off on a gentle warm-up session which was surprisingly efficient; so much so that I was able to fully participate in the morning's volleyball tournament, without suffering too many adverse effects. The afternoon brought an initiation to diving, plus a chance to just laze on the beach for a couple of hours.

By the time we arrived at the evening's surprise session, I was feeling full of energy and ready for more or less anything. Which was just as well.

We were taken to a sandy area, which although close to the beach was shielded from it and away from prying eyes. On this area were three good-sized inflatable paddling pools, filled with water. The simple rules were rapidly outlined. You merely had to hold your opponent's head under water for three seconds to win. The loser had then to shed her bikini top. A second defeat lost the bottoms and a third brought about elimination. Once the two members of a team were eliminated those remaining were declared the winners. There being only three pools, each would be shared by two separate contests, ensuring that no-one had to fight twice without a break.

Krystina and I were paired with two black girls, one of whom obviously considered herself as something of a beauty and walked around with a 'if-you've-got-it-flaunt-it attitude'.

We had, by now, got into the routine of Krystina starting, and so we stuck with our trusted formula. The other team presented the beauty's partner who was, in fact, by no means ugly, merely used to living in the shadow and, as we subsequently found out, quite adept at using it to her advantage.

Wrestling in a few inches of water on a paddling pool base is a great leveller. Maintaining a solid position whilst applying pressure to someone else is virtually impossible – as you push one way, your knees slide backwards. It took the two girls a couple of minutes to work this out, during which each came close to defeat. It was once they were no longer on their knees, but more or less flat in the water that the real excitement developed. First one was on top, and then the other. Both seemed as slippery as eels, and clearly evenly matched. Krystina's head disappeared below the water, but she somehow broke free within the three seconds. Catching her opponent by surprise, the black girl also got a mouthful but, as Krystina had attacked from an oblique angle, she couldn't use her weight to keep her opponent down and so she also slid free.

In the ensuing scramble they finished with their arms around each other, essentially rolling on the same spot, both straining to keep the back of their heads out of the water. Krystina's opponent was the more organised and she slowly inched her way up Krystina's body until she had enough weight in place to keep Krystina down the requisite time.

Both had actually lost their tops in the struggle, but our opponent got to put hers back on, whereas Krystina would stay topless for the rest of the evening.

Before I got to have my turn two girls from the other pairing got to have their fight, which was somewhat shorter and only of interest for the fact that the winner, even as she was holding the loser's head under the water, was pulling off the loser's bikini top which she brandished as a war trophy while the loser was spluttering and coughing.

My turn. At least the water was pleasantly warm. I knelt in front of my opponent, in her pretty though skimpy outfit, moved to my right on the start signal, catching my opponent unawares and finding myself behind in in seconds. It was child's play after that to seize her under the arms, pull her backwards and under the water. I got wetter from her splashing as she extricated herself from under the water than I did from the fight. Ever the show-woman she presented herself for me to remove her top thus highlighting breasts that any woman would have been proud to have.

I suppose you could say that I am basically a sporty person who is not especially into relationships, but with no sexual attraction to my own sex. I could not deny however that my opponent's chest would attract the attention of any person, man or woman. She didn't seem overly perturbed for it now to be on show for the rest of the evening.

She was fairly quickly in the water again, this time against Krystina, and she fared little better. Her shaven pussy was soon also on show! This didn't seem to worry her either.

I had longer to wait until I could take on Krystina's first opponent as, unfortunately, one of the two girls fighting in between took a blow to the face from an uncontrolled foot and there was a delay while she was tended to. She was all right, but sported a real shiner for the rest of the week!

Then it was my turn. I tried my successful move again, but this time to no avail. For a while I grappled in close contact with my adversary, our bodies close together, but she was stronger than me and so I had to shed my top.

I only had a short break this time, before finding myself back in the water against my now nude opponent. If I could beat her again, she would be eliminated and we would only have one still fully clothed opponent to deal with.

Presumably we girls had all come with various creams on our bodies and I noticed this time that the water was getting greasier. This time my opponent was more combative and we struggled together for a short while, getting us properly wet and making our bodies more slippery. Inevitably our naked breasts came into contact and our bodies rubbed together. I could feel the hardness of her nipples poking into my skin, and I was slightly alarmed to realise that my nipples were hardening in response. Indeed I nearly allowed this realisation to be my downfall, as I briefly lost concentration and had to roll rapidly away to avoid letting her get on top of me.

Once I got my concentration back all was well and I duly gave my opponent another ducking and hence eliminated her from the competition. I suppose that she could have put her bikini back on at this stage, but she made no effort so to do.

That left the first opponent fully clothed, while Krystina and I were topless. However she was now required to take part in each fight, while we would take it in turns.

Her first fight with Krystina had been a very close affair, and their second was much the same. The only difference was the result, which meant that she had at last to shed her top – which showed that, quite frankly she had little to be envious of compared to her partner, if it was not that her aureoles around her nipples were somewhat larger and darker which I suppose might not be to everyone's taste.

Krystina and I had discussed tactics and had agreed that, unless I could seize an obvious victory, I should try to make the fight last as long as possible to tire her out as much as possible, which is just what I did.

It seemed clear to me that she was stronger than I, and probably more tactically adept, in so far as tactics enter such a combat. The fact that our bodies were now more slippery as a result of the cream in the water helped me slide free from her grasp, and also to avoid too intimate a contact and hence the mistake I had nearly made earlier. I even thought once that I might win, but that time the slipperiness came to her rescue.

In time I became more confident of my chances of winning, which proved a mistake as a mouthful of water was soon to demonstrate and I had to strip myself naked.

The already naked companion of my victor gave me the high-fives and rubbed her by now dry body provocatively against mine, though it was clear that this was essentially for show, rather than with any sexual motive.

The injury to the girl from the other group had led to the abandonment of that group's fights and so my dark-skinned victor was immediately back in action against Krystina where it became apparent that my efforts to tire her had been more successful than had the result of our fight. Krystina dominated from start to finish, probably holding back her victory in order to tire our adversary even more but, before too long, she was pulling her opponent's bikini's bottoms down to seal her victory.

This left our adversary and I to renew our battles, but this time both butt naked! If our skins were very different in colour the one thing we did share was an abundant dark thatch between our legs.

We quickly wrapped ourselves together. I imagine she was trying to buy time to get some breath back, and we both knew that the loser would be eliminated. Our approaches were negative, in that the one who was in the lower position generally sought to keep their arms down to avoid their head going under the water, bracing their bodies up against the adversary to limit their thrust potential. It can well be imagined that this caused no little contact between breasts, stomachs and even hairy mounds. In other circumstances it could have been very sexy, but now our minds were mostly occupied by avoiding elimination. You can read what you like into the word 'mostly'.

If my opponent were to beat me then she would have to beat Krystina twice to win the match and this must have influenced her thought process. I imagine that she realised that the longer we strove against each other, the more tired she would become and she attempted an all-or-nothing move. She deliberately rolled us so that she went under, no doubt hoping to come straight up on the other side, catching me undefended and forcing me down.

It would be untrue to suggest that I saw the move coming and used it to my advantage. I didn't, but I did have sufficient presence of mind to block her rolling movement long enough for her to spend the required three seconds under water and so give my team victory.

Krystina who was still half dressed looked delighted and then almost immediately disappointed, as she realised that she wouldn't get another fight. She quickly put aside her disappointment and hugged me, after which it was the turn of my 'victim' to give me a long close hug and a little peck on the cheek by way of congratulations.

Krystina didn't stay disappointed long. As the other group with whom we shared the pool had long since stopped due to the injury, our pool was finished with well before the other two. The girls who had lost out on fights had remained to watch us and now they challenged Krystina to continue with them on a purely friendly basis, to compensate to some extent for their evening being curtailed.

I briefly watched them until all three were naked and then I left Krystina to it and walked back to the hotel with our two dark combatants. After we had all showered in our respective rooms we met up at the bar for a drink, later to be joined by a very tired but thoroughly contented Krystina.