The Holiday – Part 4

by Aristocatch

By now my holiday was well advanced. There were no sporting events planned for the last evening, which meant that there was only one evening left for sharing a surprise activity with Krystina. The question was, what would that activity be?

During the day we had been kept busy. A handball tournament had filled the morning, and in the afternoon we got to use jet skis. The rest period on the beach in between proved to be much needed. By evening I was quite ready for whatever was in store.

The indoor hall was the venue. We were by now used to being without clothes and so this rule caused us no anxiety. Instead of being by four we were, this time, in groups of six (three teams), meaning that each one would have four fights, although the fights were only to be of a three-minute duration. As usual the rules were simple, if a little more daring. The only objective of the bout was to have hand contact on the most intimate parts of the other – breasts and pussy. Rubbing was allowed, pinching wasn't. At least that's my interpretation of what was said! The two members of the team not involved would act as judges and hand on pussy would count for more than hand on breast.

I dare say that if it had been suggested on the first evening that we undertake such a competition many of the girls would have refused, but by now we were much more capable of accepting. There were a few worried questions and the organisers insisted that the idea was to embarrass your opponent by touching them intimately in public, not to cause them pain, or to become sexually aroused. This last point seemed a little naïve, as I couldn't imagine how having four different girls putting their hands on your pussy couldn't have some effect. But I think we all understood that we were not meant to have hard violent fights – just fun.

Girls from the two other teams started things off and so Krystina and I were judges. One largely dominated the other and, although they both managed to fondle each others breasts quite frequently, she had her hand between the others legs for much longer periods.

Then it was Krystina's turn and finally mine. My first opponent had much larger breasts than me and was somewhat heavier but, as I soon learned, this made her slower. At first she seemed unwilling to be too intimate, but after I had held her down with my hand getting a good firm feel of the contours of her labia for a prolonged period, she lost her shyness and used her weight to greater advantage. If the beginning of the fight definitely went in my favour the end didn't, and I was left if not clutching at straws at least clutching at her mammaries. I wasn't surprised that one judge found in my favour and the other against. Had the fight continued for a minute longer I would undoubtedly have lost unanimously.

My second fight was probably the best I had. My opponent was lither and slimmer and unwilling to be held in place. There were no prolonged periods of contact, no chance to detect the shape and form of her sex, merely to brush it with my hand, before it was snatched away (pun intended). Because contact was so fleeting we squeezed breasts a little more than in the previous fight, though not with the intention of hurting, merely of trying to prolong the contact. We were in constant motion, rolling this way and that and grabbing at whatever we could reach. Great fun. I could not have told you who won, and neither could the judges, so once again it was declared a draw.

If the second fight was unlike the first, the third was very different again. I soon found myself flat on my back with my opponent spread-eagled across me, holding me down, with her left hand between my legs. This could have been very one sided, except that she wasn't blocking my left arm which allowed my left hand access between her legs. We lay like that for a while with one hand each on the others pussy and our breasts covered by the others body. Obviously we didn't just lie still. She begun gently rubbing her hand on my pussy and of course I reciprocated. For the first time in the three fights this contact produced an alternative sensation, more sexual I suppose, especially as she seemed to be deliberately rubbing me in a way that would open up my sex lips.

The way we were lying meant that what she was doing to me was in full view of the judges, whereas her bottom was covering the judges' view of what I was doing. I clearly wasn't going to win the fight if we merely spent the best part of three minutes caressing each others pussies, so eventually I would have to do something to break the contact.

She was having to use the flat of her hand, but I was able to use my fingers to began seeking between her pussy lips and creating more intimate sensations. At first she ignored them. Her previous fight had been more energetic and maybe she was tired and content to lay on me for three minutes, but then she seemed to decide that I shouldn't be allowed to continue caressing her in such an intimate matter in public and she tried to shift her position to escape my fingers.

That, of course, was what I had been hoping for (I wasn't trying to turn her on!). As soon as her weight was lifted I was out from under her and in seconds she was flat on her back with me pinning her shoulders down, and thus blocking her hands away from any target areas. But my hands were free and unfettered, and I wasted none of the little remaining time in reaching behind me, finding her breasts and gently fondling them noting as I did that her nipples were rock hard.

She was looking at me furiously, and that expression didn't change when both judges awarded me victory. In my mind that constituted two and a half minutes each of pussy rubbing and ten seconds just for me of breast fondling. A victory by a nipple's length.

After three fights each we were all looking rather less demure than at the start. Sweat and who knows what else (!) had left our public hair matted and our pussies rather more visible than hitherto before. We all had more prominent nipples and flushed skin. How much was exertion and how much something else would be a moot point.

The one girl I hadn't yet fought had no pubic hair and her pussy looked thoroughly indiscreet, though I imagine that we were all in much the same way. It is difficult to describe. I was not in the same state as I had known in my relatively limited sexual experience with blokes, but I was not in my normal state either. All the girls were clearly the same, which took away the need to dwell on the subject.

I'd never had any sexual experience with girls,(and not that much with blokes). I wouldn't know if the same could be said for the others, though I suppose that, in a group of so many women, some had had lesbian experience. I couldn't help wondering now how the last fight would go. A small part of me, if I was truthful, would have liked to have had my body explored by female hands, the sportswoman in me wanted to concentrate on the competition even if, as in the previous fight, I was not against using the one to benefit the other.

In a way I was undefeated, though I only had one win in three fights. It transpired that nobody had won all of her fights and that, theoretically the group winner title was still available. What was even better was that nobody had lost all her fights either, so no-one would logically feel too hard done by, even if my last opponent was apparently none too pleased with the manner of her defeat.

My fears for the last fight were unfounded. My opponent was quite skilful, certainly better than me. Her shaven pussy suggested that she might be sexually aroused, but her behaviour during the fight suggested that she wished the arousal to go no further. Her game plan was obviously to keep my hands away from her sex, even if that meant limiting her chances to rub me there. But even as she kept my hands busy, she seemed to always have a hand free to fondle my breasts. I didn't leave hers alone, and more than once I managed to roll her nipple between my fingers, but it didn't change her approach.

Having already had three fights we had a good idea of how long our combat would last. Maybe thirty seconds before the end she changed her approach and targeted between my legs giving me, belatedly, a chance to feel a hairless sex. Her fingers did more than just rub, but there was no way at that stage of events that the judges were about to intervene and the few seconds that it lasted were not about to change the world – even if they were not disagreeable. I had maybe about fifteen seconds to finger her openly, which I did – but purely on the surface, there was no way that I was going to do anything more explicit, even if I had wanted to.

I had decided in advance that, if she tried anything more sexual, I would reply in kind. She didn't and so neither did I. I learned afterwards when we were all drinking in the bar later, that one or two other fights had become much more sexual, with fingers going elsewhere, but I was glad that was not our case.

I knew that I had been dominated and I was not in the least surprised when both judges agreed. I ended up with a fifty percent record and the only girl to beat me finished up the winner of our group – which for me was a highly satisfactory conclusion. My ruse to win the third fight deprived my opponent of the chance of being overall winner but, by the time we spoke in the bar somewhat later, she seemed to have gotten over any disappointment she might have felt at the end of our fight.

Prior to going on holiday if anyone had suggested that I would spend it rubbing other girls' sexes I would never have booked it, but as the culmination of our week's activities it no longer seemed such a big deal. I'd even go as far as saying that as a means of deciding a fight it was far more acceptable that beating the crap out of someone.

Once all the combats had ended, everyone headed back to their rooms to shower and thence to the bar. It was quite late by the time Krystina and I left the bar for our room. Krystina was quite chatty and, in so far as her English enabled her to, she asked me quite a few questions about how the week had gone, what I had liked etc. I don't know whether she was able to understand my replies but she seemed content and we were both sound asleep within minutes of stopping talking. I know I slept deeply, but my night was dominated by dreams that both surprised and excited me.