If you havent read my previous story 'The Cove', it might be worth doing so to understand the background.
Hope you all enjoy.....
Later that afternoon and having consumed a few proseccos, Emma and Sharon were crashed in their caravan..
"I don't know about you," giggled Emma, "but I am still horny as fuck after that weird experience in the cave!"
Sharon laughed, "I know what you mean. What ever was in that strange fluid that came out of the tentacles just doesn't seem to be wearing off. My nipples are throbbing still and my pussy is dripping!"
"Me too," smiled Emma, as her hands stroked her breasts through her bikini top. "I am seriously in need of a damn good shagging! I think we need to try and find some hard cocks tonight!"
" Not sure we'll find what we are looking for in this little town, but who knows." moaned Sharon.
"Right then, our prim and proper school Mums persona stays here in the caravan," laughed Emma, "lets get our pulling gear on and see what we can find!"
Emma pulled a zip up leather skirt and silk blouse out of her little wardrobe, then started looking through her underwear.
"Fuck, I haven't got anything sexy to wear under it!" she groaned. "I need to go undie shopping when we get back, throw out all this boring Mum underwear."
"Tell you what then," giggled Sharon, "lets neither of us wear any underwear! Nobody knows us down here, we can wear what we want! Lets both go commando!! I can't really wear any undies under this dress anyway!" As she spoke she held up a thin stretchy dress, that looked a few sizes too small at first glance.
After a quick shower to wash away the salt water from their bodies, they slipped on what little clothing they were going to wear and looked at each other.
"Damn girl," said Emma, "you are going to be fighting them off in that dress!"
The dress in question fitted Sharon's slim body like a glove, it stopped a few inches above her knees. With her small breasts, tight buttocks and slim legs it looked amazing on her. She had been right, there was no way you could wear any underwear beneath it. Sharon ran her hands up and down her body, smoothing the dress into place.
"You don't look so bad yourself there," responded Sharon, "Love the way your nipples stick out through the silk of the blouse. Might have to open that zip on your skirt a bit more later though!"
"I could hang my coat on your nipples, what have you been doing to them?" giggled Emma.
"It's that bloody stuff from the tentacles, they just won't go down!"
It was an unusually warm evening, so they didn't bother with coats as they walked through the caravan site to get the bus down into town. Laughing and joking as they walked, they soon noticed a lot of noise coming from the bus stop outside the park. As they turned the corner they found a what looked like a Hen party gathered waiting for the bus, all dressed up in St Trinians outfits.
"Bloody Hell!" laughed one of them, "and I thought we were dressed to pull tonight! Do you ladies want a drink before we get on the bus?"
Sharon laughed, as she was handed a bottle of flavoured vodka. "So Hen party or Birthday party?" she asked the group of six ladies, before taking a large swig of vodka.
"Neither," giggled the woman who had greeted them, "it's Jane's divorce party! She finally got rid of her cheating bastard of an ex. We are out to get her shagged stupid tonight! And the rest of us of course."
"Well that's something we can drink to!" shouted Emma, "my first holiday since I kicked mine out after I caught him shagging away!"
Then one of the other ladies spoke up, "Well in that case, as it's my party, I think you should join us! I'm Jane, the loud one over there is Sarah, the others are Karen, Becca, Sally and Charlotte. Although she prefers to be called Charlie."
"So I'm Emma and this is my partner in crime Sharon," replied Emma, "now do we know if there is any meat in town tonight?"
"Bloody hope so," cried Becca, "my pussy is starting to heal up it's that long since I got a shag."
At that point the bus pulled up and they all piled on. They were soon chatting like old friends about their life histories and partnership woes. Twenty minutes later they trundled off the bus and into the first bar of the night.
For a relatively small seaside town, the bar was heaving. They fought their way to the bar to get their drinks, bums being touched and fondled as they squeezed through the crowd. Eventually they managed to find a couple of tall tables surrounded by stools on the upstairs balcony overlooking the main bar and the dancefloor. Charlie who apparently used to holiday here when she was younger, explained over the noise, that the town was the only one for miles with any form of nightlife so it pulled in all the youngsters and party crowd. On top of that there was an army camp a few miles away, so all the squaddies came into town to party at the weekend.
"I wasn't sure if the camp was still in use these days, it's been so many years since I was down here. But judging by all the short haircuts and trim bodies it must be. They are alright generally. Don't take any shit off them. One thing I can say from experience is they are fit and have plenty of stamina!" she finished with a giggle.
Needless to say Jane's party of women in short skirts, stockings and sussies was getting plenty of attention from downstairs. After a couple of drinks they were soon in the mood to dance They agreed to take it in turns for a couple of them to stay at the tables to keep them from being taken over, giving them an escape zone to come back to if needed.
As the ladies lost themselves to the music, inhibitions soon disappeared completely and they were soon writhing to the beat. Sharon suddenly felt someone up close behind her and looked over her shoulder to see Charlie.
"Hope you don't mind but that dress has my mind all over the place!" she whispered in Sharon's ears. As she spoke her hands began to run up and down Sharon's body from behind, caressing every inch of her.
"Bloody hell," she giggled, "I thought you had some sort of hidden undies on, but you've got fuck all under the dress haven't you!"
Sharon turned round and pulled Charlie in to kiss her firmly on the lips. "Not a thing!" she laughed as she began to run her hands up and down Charlies figure. It was soon obvious she was braless beneath the white blouse as Sharon cupped her breasts through the flimsy material, squeezing her nipples. Then she slipped her hands down and under the hem of the short skirt, sliding it up at the back to fondle her bum and feel the skimpy thong Charlie was wearing.
"Fucking hell!" gasped Charlie, "when you kissed me and then touched my arse I suddenly felt horny as hell!"
Sharon smiled, knowing that some of the secretions from earlier must still be on her hands and skin somehow. She looked around and saw Emma dancing with Jane, whilst Karen and Sally were entertaining a couple of short haired lads who were obviously squaddies. Charlies hands had now worked their way down Sharons body and under the dress to cup her bare arse cheeks, triggering a mini orgasm in the middle of the dance floor. A few more lads joined the crowd and soon they were all taking it in turns to dance together with them or the other girls.
After a while Emma and Charlie went upstairs to let Sarah and Becca go down to the dancing.
"I don't know what body lotion you and Sharon are wearing but I want some!" laughed Charlie as she sipped her drink.
Emma looked at her a little confused, "What do you mean?"
"When Sharon ran her hands over my arse earlier I got a real tingle of excitement, like nothing I have ever had before. Same thing when I squeezed her arse. Then later when I slipped my hand under Karen's top she got the same feeling, it's like I transferred something onto her skin."
