Part 04
Rachel's holiday finishing school
The story now reaches the holiday as seen from Rachel's perspective.
All participants in sexual acts are over eighteen.
Aunt Penny had suggested that Rachel needed a holiday with her, to get laid before university. Penelope had wanted to go to the Caribbean, but could not pay for Rachel. Penelope assumed that her sister, Ruby, would see it as a gesture of compensation for helping keep her marriage intact.
Ruby, however, wasn't prepared to pay for her daughter to fly to the Caribbean. For one thing the cost would be astronomical. For another, she did not trust her erratic younger sister to chaperone her daughter properly so far from home. She was of course not told of the objective of the mission which aunt and niece had planned together.
Ruby suggested a hotel closer to home, somewhere on the coast, thinking Charles could come to the rescue if there was any mishap. That didn't appeal to Penelope because she thought British hotels were too stuffy. She was also having second thoughts about helping Rachel lose her virginity. In her mental confusion, she didn't know why they had agreed to help. But she took the view that it was Rachel's choice what she did with her own body.
Rachel bought into Aunt Penny's exhortations to get experience. She obtained some glossy holiday brochures from a travel agent and found an overseas hotel and holiday camp complex on a British island off the European coast. She thought there ought to be enough young people her age there to improve her chances of losing her virginity; assuming that she would be prepared to do that. She was not certain that she was. She wanted only to satisfy her Aunt Penny, despite her aunt's forgetfulness about some of their discussions.
When Penelope read the brochure and saw deluxe chalets with ensuite facilities were available, she was eventually persuaded to 'slum it' in the UK. Ruby was satisfied as well, since the island location was only a short flight time away. She agreed to pay for Rachel. So they booked a chalet at a hotel and holiday camp complex on the holiday island for two weeks in August, ample time for their plan to be executed.
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Coach transfers were provided from the airport to the holiday camp. Penelope preferred exclusivity though, and commandeered a taxi. They arrived at the holiday complex before the coachloads from the airport, and didn't need to queue to book in. Penelope noted with distaste that a long line formed behind them as soon as the first coach disgorged its load. Her worst fears of downmarket British holidays were being confirmed.
She wasn't enamoured with the camp either. When they escaped the crowded reception armed with their chalet key, she stared at their surroundings glumly. "It's nothing like the Caribbean."
Rachel was not to be so easily put off. "Never mind, aunt, the grounds look neatly tended and we have a luxury chalet with all the facilities. Remember, this trip is primarily for my benefit."
Penny had hoped that she would find a man for herself as well. But now, that prospect faded as all that she saw around her were couples and families. There wouldn't be any lone businessmen stopping at this holiday hotel.
The holiday camp had all the usual entertainment facilities that working class families most expected when on vacation. But it was 'abroad', so more effort had been made to beautify the grounds with flower beds, shrubbery and ornamental pathways.
There was even a large sports green separating the hotel and chalet complex from the cliff top. Below it nestled a picturesque horseshoe bay of golden sand. The bay was perhaps technically more a large cove than a bay because it was two thirds enclosed by cliffs.
Their first meal would be dinner, so they had plenty of time to kill. They decided to check out the beach. The weather was hot and sunny, so they stocked up on sun tan lotions, sunglasses, and beach paraphernalia in the cliff top café and kiosk, at the top of the footpath down to the beach.
Penelope noticed disapprovingly, a group of older teenagers hanging around outside the kiosk, aimlessly chatting, some kicking at discarded pop bottles and cans. Then she studied the young men more carefully and changed her mind a little.
Rachel saw only several good looking male prospects, though none of them showed her any attention.
Penny now noted several well-endowed young men with bulging shorts or swimming trunks. That was good news and bad. There would be plenty of young men to savour her sexy body, but plenty of younger female competition as well. Nor did she expect much joy from more mature husbands, almost invariably with wives and, or children in tow.
The beach was beautiful, with golden sand and towering, encircling cliffs . There was another, smaller café on a short, concrete promenade at the foot of the cliff path, with toilets beyond. Everything a family could need of a beach. And nothing to assuage the appetite of a horny, middle aged vamp.
Rachel lazed on her towel in a one-piece swimsuit, alongside her aunt who had chosen a skimpy bikini with stringy straps and side ties at the hip. Rachel was disturbed her body's own reaction to her aunt's oiled and shiny flesh. Penny was showing off so much flesh, and doing it so very effectively, that men of all ages seemed constantly to be passing by Rachel's side discreetly ogling her aunt, that they frequently kicked sand against Rachel's prone body.
Rachel went down to the water for a swim. There were some young single men amongst the frolicking families, but none of them showed her any attention. Then she was joined by Penny, whose large but lean body with its voluptuous hips and large, barely covered breasts, soon had lone men circling, like flies around the rim of an open pot of jam.
Rachel sighed. She would never be able to compete whilst her aunt was by her side.
They went for a walk after dinner, to explore the extensive grounds, then ended up back at the clubhouse ballroom. A bingo session was about to start on a smallish stage where the in-house band had their instruments and the camp compère tried out his wit and well-tried jokes on a largely new and refreshed audience..
The room was smoky and the atmosphere was hot. Air conditioning in those days consisted of open windows and a desultory ceiling fan. They found a table towards the rear. Penelope muttered about the 'lower class entertainment' but still sent Rachel to buy a book of tickets for her. She was determined to participate, if only to take her mind off the let-down that was this camp. Rachel did not. She excused herself and went back outside.
Left alone at her table, Penelope was soon the object of several men's attention, one after the other. She morphed quickly from relatively straight-laced Penelope into vampish Penny, checking fingers for wedding rings and allowing some to buy her drinks. Only the most desirable would be invited to sit.
Rachel joined a group of older teens hanging around outside the entrance area. She recognised some of them from earlier, outside the cliff-top café. They were milling around an epicentre at which stood a handful of more assertive young men and a stunningly beautiful blonde. What depressed Rachel most was that the inner core of this youthful maelstrom surrounding the blonde were very fit young men who only seemed to have eyes for the blonde. The woman was clearly a babe magnet for the most attractive males.
Yet she seemed aloof from their attention, and she looked disinterested.
Later, back at the chalet, Penelope moaned about the lack of eligible men and the low-brow entertainment that had followed the bingo. "No wonder all you adolescents went to hang around outside," she opined.
"Did you meet anyone?" asked Rachel.
Penny went coy. "I did talk to a few men, but I suspect they were all married and only temporarily slipped their leashes. There was plenty to drink though, which anaesthetised me nicely."
She studied her painted nails and said matter-of-factly, "We should keep each other posted on our whereabout s and plans. That way, we can each separately entertain more discreetly here in the chalet."
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Meeting the Blonde
The next day, Penelope again dressed in a bikini and opted to stay by the pool. Rachel was not to be outdone, and wore an even skimpier bikini she had bought in the cliff-top shop. Penelope's sensuality seemed to blow hot and cold, even to the extent that she commented on Rachel's overt sexuality, then later encouraged it, and indulged in it herself. Rachel did not think it hypocrisy, but the product of a confused and forgetful mind.
Rachel joined the group by the cliff-top café. The sun was warm in a sky of wispy clouds. Others were wearing swimwear as well. The group was now beginning to resolve itself. Some new arrivals were already missing, probably having paired off with partners. Rachel noted three centres of socialising: two respective groups of mostly females and mostly males, and a handful of alpha males who hung around the stunning blonde, who was shut off by them from the rest of the crowd.
Rachel chatted with some of the girls, but kept an eye on the alpha group. She caught glimpses of the blonde who appeared at best to tolerate the evident posturings of the alpha males. Rachels' first thought was:
lucky girl, to have all those obvious admirers
. Then their eyes met. Rachel puzzled over the blonde's expression. Was it sadness or frustration?
Over the next few days the group would congregate outside the restaurant after breakfast until it had reached a critical mass of diversity, then drift around the camp grounds or down to the beach. Families kept their distance from this amorphous mass of young testerone-fuelled teens.
They would sunbathe, play beach games, and the young men would indulge in horseplay. Rachel was sunbathing with four other girls. Some youths were running around them. One would occasionally slip over and succeed in brushing against Rachel's mostly exposed tits. He would manage to touch much of her exposed before clumsily extricating himself. Then the young men would move off into a huddle and talk, casting glances at her.
The girls thought it funny and said she only had herself to blame because of her bikini, which was the briefest of them all. The blonde was also well exposed but nobody dared engage in horseplay around her.
One afternoon, a more serious scuffle broke out amongst the alphas. Their squabble drew them away from the pack to give them more space to indulge in a rough and tumble. It had been triggered by light-hearted banter that had got out of hand and turned into a fracas. It was fought with sporadic wrestling bouts and posturings; the male equivalent of handbags and eyelash flashing. The blonde was left alone for a change.
Rachel went over to her. "Hi, I'm Rachel. You finally have a bit of space. Care to talk?"
Asking permission to speak to the blonde beauty acknowledged the gorgeous young woman's superiority, as the alpha female.
The blonde smiled. "Let's go for a walk, whilst the men are pre-occupied."
The blonde and the brunette strolled off together without looking back.
The blonde spoke first. "Thank you Rachel. You rescued me there. I think the boys are going to be annoyed when they see I've gone. I'm Aurelia, by the way."
Rachel was puzzled. "What's that all about back there?"
"It's a silly dispute between competing male egos. Those guys think they're god's gift to women. Two of them started flirting with me soon after I arrived. Then others joined in. It was like a competition."
"Why do you put up with it?"
Aurelia sighed. "That's the story of my life. It's difficult even to talk about it."
She turned to face Rachel. "What do you notice particularly about me?"
The answer was obvious, but Rachel felt awkward about saying it.
