The Holiday – part 9

by Aristocatch

It seemed I had barely started sleeping when the alarm clock rang. Indeed it was 7.30 in the morning, on the Saturday that we were all leaving. My flight was in the late afternoon and my shuttle left the hotel at 2, but Krystina was on a 9 a.m. shuttle and so the alarm was really for her. Exhausted from her endeavours she slept right through it and I had to shake her awake.

Having spent all the week in her company I wanted to breakfast with her and see her off, otherwise I could have gone back to sleep for a while.

When we reached the restaurant where breakfast was served, our usually smiling Latino waitress was there, wearing a scowl and looking quite different. She barely acknowledged our presence. I presumed that she had perhaps spent the night engaged in some form of activity, much as we had, and left her to it. When I went to toast another slice of bread she was close by and so I spoke to her.

It took a while but eventually she blurted out that she had hoped we might meet up after the mudfight, to continue our unfinished business. Now where had I heard that before, and what did I have to encourage such an attitude? She asked at what time I was leaving and when I told her, she immediately brightened up. Telling me she finished her shift around nine thirty she asked whether I had any time to spare. Always the sucker for punishment I said yes, and we arranged to meet in the hotel lobby. Although my suitcase would be in the luggage room, I would keep a bag with swim things.

I duly saw Krystina off and whilst we hugged we didn't go so far as to exchange addresses, or even email contacts. Having finished checking out of my room, I dropped off my suitcase and duly met the waitress at the appointed hour. To my surprise she was with the blond tennis coach and an Asiatic girl, who I had vaguely noticed among the hotel guests, but who hadn't been doing the same activities as us. The waitress who turned out to be called Carla told me excitedly that they had managed to borrow a car and suggested that we all four go to a remote cove, not that far away for some swimming. That was, of course, within earshot of other people in the hotel, and I presumed that it was perhaps a euphemism for other things, but I was wrong.

It was a lovely cove, with a small sandy beach and clear water. Carla explained that being nude on the beach wasn't really accepted and so we should keep our bikinis on. We all four rushed into the sea and splashed around like kids, regularly ducking each other and generally larking about.

The blond tennis coach suggested that if no-one else was on the beach we might be able to take a risk later, but for the moment we should be careful. Two of the hotel staff had recently gone skinny dipping, been arrested by the police and lost their jobs, and no-one else wished to suffer the same fate.

We did manage a mock wrestling match – or several actually, where we horsed around in the sea, trying to get a hand down inside our opponents bikini bottoms, to touch what we shouldn't touch. This was actually quite fun, and I think we each got to touch everyone else at least once. This game came to a halt when a family appeared and installed themselves on the beach. We continued with a game where one climbed on the back of another and tried to tip the other rider into the sea, but this wasn't quite what we had been hoping for, and we soon stopped, regained our clothes, and spreading our towels on the sand lay down on them to dry in the pleasantly mild morning sun.

The tennis coach suddenly sat up straight and announced that she was a fool. She duly explained that there was a storage room at the hotel where they kept all the mats used for the events. As it was Saturday, changeover day, these wouldn't be needed and the room logically empty. Even before she had finished suggesting that we went back there, we were all collecting up our things.

The room was quite large and windowless, lit by half a dozen light bulbs in the ceiling. Plenty of items were stored there, but there was still a large enough space unused over which we unrolled some of the mats which had covered the rooms used for wrestling. It was perfect.

It could have been warmer in the room, but I thought that our activities would probably keep us from getting cold. Our swimming attire was wet, and so we had no choice but to strip nude! Before this however we sat down to discuss just what we were going to do. The tennis coach said that she realised that she and I had spent quite a lot of time a few hours earlier in sexual combat, and that there was no need to renew that so soon, though she would be happy to turn my white breasts red with her fingers if given the chance. Carla said she didn't know I had white breasts (them having been covered in too much mud when she had seen them), but that she had enjoyed the spirit of our brief tussle, and would prefer to have a fight touching intimate parts of the body, rather than a sexfight. Our Asiatic companion, who turned out to be half Japanese and half Korean said that she had missed out on the wrestling as her group had done other things, and that she would be more than happy to join in with whatever was planned, and couldn't everyone get to have a go against everyone else.

Eventually everyone agreed that there should be two fights on the go at any one time, that after five minutes we should switch partners and that sex grabbing should be our main theme – leaving it to each pair to decide just how sexy, or how rough it should be. At five minutes a time, with a very short break between fights, we should each manage two goes at everyone in around 45 minutes. That would leave us a little time over for any finale we came up with – if anyone had enough energy left at that time.

We each tossed a coin, waiting until two had heads and two tails. It took four goes but eventually I was to start with our Asiatic member. More throws found that I would then take on the tennis coach and finally Carla.

My first opponent announced herself at Reiko. When we had divested ourselves of our clothes, she too remarked my white breasts. She was much smaller in the chest region than me, about as tall, but definitely slimmer. What stood out, quite literally, was the length of her nipples. Given our initial appreciations of each other it was no surprise that our first round together focussed almost exclusively on groping breasts. She found entertainment in the greater size and fleshiness of my chest. I should say that many of the women whom I had seen nude during the week, actually had larger breasts than me. Mine just looked larger than they were due to the colour contrast. I presume that, to Reiko, they were bigger than she was used to on other Japanese women, and what was perhaps a novelty maintained her focus for the full five minutes.

My focus was on her nipples and I was delighted that I was able to quite quickly make them even longer! I made no attempt to hurt her, and sought ways to get these mini batons in my mouth. To my delight I found that they were also very sensitive and that, the right movement of mouth, tongue or fingers could bring forth little yelps of pleasure. For most of the time we did nothing else.

I was however curious to find out how a Japanese pussy differed. Her pubic hairs were well trimmed, and not overly abundant. If I didn't manage to get my mouth down there I did get to do some exploring with my fingers, though I didn't get so far as to slide one into her. There was always round two after she had been worked over by the other girls.

I have previously mentioned the tennis coach, whose name I hadn't manage to retain, it not being easy to pronounce. Her breasts covered less of an area than mine, but were more filled, making them jut out from her body much more than mine did, being most appetisingly rounded at the bottom. Her nipples were much shorter than Reiko's, but her breasts fitted much better into a hand.
As she had previously made clear my breasts, and especially their whiteness, were much to her liking. I thought I could anticipate with some certitude how our first round might go.

She didn't begin in a way that I had expected. Firstly she gave me a bug hug and said that she had really enjoyed our battle a few hours earlier, but she didn't think now was the time to repeat that. Then she slapped my right breast quite hard, so I slapped hers. She slapped my left breast in turn and, of course, I returned the favour. I asked her why and she said it was because I had won the night before and because she wanted my white breast to show red marks. A quick glance down confirmed that she had got her wish, even though the lines left by her fingers were quickly fading.

Not to be outdone, I slapped her once right on her pussy, which she returned with interest and I can tell you that it stung. She asked me why and I told her because she hadn't accepted her defeat and had carried on after – I didn't add until I had orgasmed.

That was the end of the violence. The rest of our allotted time was given over to the expected breast fondling. Fondling was what it was. There was so little attempt to cause actual discomfort ,never mind pain, that fondling was all it could be called. As a gentle warm up it was perfect.

That left five minutes with Carla. A waitress who was upset that she had missed out the previous evening and who was determined to make up for lost time. I hadn't heard any cries of anguish or other during my first two fights, so I presume that she had also used the other two girls for a warm up session. Surely she would be different with me.

In the event I needn't have worried. When I had seen Carla nude she had been well and truly covered in mud, and so forming an opinion on her body had been rather compromised. Now she was naked and clean I could see what I was up against. The one thing I had noted was the length of her fingers and, indeed, her legs were also relatively long and slim, but for all that she was no taller than me. The slimness of her legs made them look longer I supposed. Her skin was naturally a much darker colour than mine and clearly, despite local regulations, she found somewhere to sunbathe topless, as her chest was the same colour as the rest of her torso. Under her bikini however the skin was lighter in colour; although the contrast was rather less than on my body. In comparison with the slimness of her legs she was carrying a bit more weight above the waist, and her breasts were definitely heavier than mine. Clothed she would still appear slim, but naked there was more to her than might have been expected.

Five minutes went all to fast. For a sexy grabbing fight it was just about perfect. We managed to touch each other everywhere, rub a bit here, squeeze a bit there. We never used our mouths, merely our hands and especially our fingers. To do all that there was even some wrestling, as we strove to grab more than we were grabbed. The look on Carla's face suggested that she had enjoyed it as much as me and that what we had done matched her expectations.

There remained a second round. Because firstly Reiko at one o'clock and then me at two o'clock had to be at the reception for a shuttle service to the airport, our time was not unlimited. Carla suggested that the first two combats of round two remain at five minutes and, rather disingenuously, the third be increased to fifteen, that being all the time we had.