Frankie Goes To Holiday Pt 03

Chapter 5

We had no plans for the day. We had a nice leisurely breakfast after Graham had spent the best part of an hour watching various of the girls showering in front of our Cabana.

Oh okay. I cannot be completely two faced about it. I also watched Zach showering. Amazing that he managed to find the shower outside my cabana huh?

I half suggested to Graham that we invite him into our bed, as we had done to Mouse. I got a very shocked look in exchange.

'But he's a man.'

'Yes, I noticed that too. Look you can just see....'

'You know what I mean. He is a man and threesomes are with two girls and a man.'

I laughed. 'Who says so? I have a friend who will tell you that she has had fantastic fun with two guys.'

He looked at me strangely.

'Not me of course. I have never tried anything like that.' Much, I thought remembering times with some of my old mates from a holiday in Spain. Even one night that same holiday, up on the stage of a strip club with Jon in my pussy and Luther up my arse.

Such a romantic setting.

'It might be fun to try one day though.'

I left it that. After all we had one and a half weeks left.

We breakfasted alone and checked the notice board to see that there was a Toga party. We rented a toga for me and a roman legionnaires outfit for Graham and took them back to the Cabana.

After laying in the sun for a couple of hours we decided to stroll along the beach. I had briefly run along it the other day and Graham had only seen it from the water so we decided on a romantic stroll along the water's edge.

I noticed again how friendly everyone was, speaking, waving and indeed often inviting us over for a drink. We did not get waylaid until we were half way back though and a couple who had been very inviting earlier called us again. They actually had Paola with them and were giving her a drinks order. It was easy to add a couple of fruit smoothies, oh and okay maybe a bottle of bubbly as well.

The couple who had called us over introduced themselves as John and Greta, he was English and she was Swiss and they took a week or two here regularly at least once and sometimes twice a year. They were here until Saturday. We had seen them around at dinner and in the entertainments later but had never spoken to them. Greta added that invariably the staff called him the Major and it did seem to fit him.

John would have been in his sixties, military style, moustache, slim and very fit. Also very tanned. All over. Definitely a rogue with wandering eyes and I was pretty sure wandering hands. He had a strong sense of style about him so, suspecting that he had wandering hands actually turned me on rather than off.

We had been there less than five minutes when he offered to put sun tan cream on my back. He told us that it must have been at least an hour that we had been walking and we obviously had no bottle of oil with us.

After all, this was an adult-only, naked, holiday so I should not have been too surprised by the approach. It somehow seemed a lot smuttier from him than it had been from Zach earlier. But smutty works for me from time to time and this was one of those times.

Greta who was probably in her early forties was quick to support him by saying, 'and then I can do yours for you Graham.'

I had noticed Graham eyeing her voluptuous tits and ample thighs. That is not to say that she was fat, but she was definitely Rubenesque. And a natural blonde. In fact she had hair all over her body it seemed. Her armpits and pubic area were dense and she had a light sheen, dark blonde as they were now oil covered, over her legs and arms and even around her nipples I noticed. Strangely for someone who was still completely shaved I found it quite attractive. I think Graham did too. Different I guess.

Somehow, it seemed curmudgeonly to refuse his offer and I saw Grahams eyebrows rise a little as I said, 'Thank you. It is always so difficult to cover your own back.'

He waved me over just as Paola was returning with the drinks. I had a few moments to wonder whether I would regret this. Would I be able to stop him before he went too far? What was too far here on the beach?

What was my too far? What was Graham's tolerance level to me being manhandled? I just knew that he was going to offer to do my front as well. I guess that was my too far. I would definitely not let him do the front. It was decided.

Paola disappeared and I took a long drink from both the fruit smoothie and then downed in one a glass of the bubbly. Oh wow. That felt good.

I saw John topping up the remains of the fruit smoothie with the champagne. 'The only way to drink it, my dear.'

He was right it was delicious.

Rather than take his place back on the lounger he sat on the edge of a little drinks table sank into the sand. It was obviously sturdier than it looked because it easily supported his weight and left him at a much better height to oil me down, or was that up?

He waved me over between his legs and then pulled me a little closer still, until we were almost touching. I began to go into shock. What was I doing, standing, stark naked, inches away from a naked man forty years older than me, who was about to touch me all over. Sorry I mean cover my back with suntan cream.

I had a flashback to my Grandad doing the same thing to me on the beach when I was seven or eight. He was a slim military man as well. The difference was that I trusted my Grandad to keep his hands in appropriate places. The one thing I could guarantee about the dilemma in which I had put myself was that there was going to be inappropriate touching on the menu. I was worried when I started to think of myself as a menu. Was I about to get eaten? That thought was enough to start me salivating, between my lower lips. Oh god, now I had another problem. Would he feel it when he massaged between my legs? What was I thinking about? Had I forgotten my 'too far' constraints already? I would stop him before he got anywhere near them.

He started with my shoulder-blades. I remember thinking that this was a pretty safe place to start. I was a little surprised that he didn't start with my neck which was logically the place to start. Was I being lulled into a sense of false security as he carefully, and slowly gently massaged the cream into my back and sides. He was scrupulous about not allowing his fingers to flirt with my breasts as they came around the sides or my bottom cheeks as he lowered his hands down my back. They then went down to my calves and slowly rose up the back and sides of my thighs. I began to feel silly that I had even doubted him. Grandad was alive and well and here at Fantasy Resort.

He stood up to do my neck and shoulders. 'Bend over to get your hair off your back so I can do your shoulders and neck.'

Oops. The couple of inches between us narrowed to nothing. I could feel his erect cock between my butt cheeks as I leant forward. The crack between my cheeks opened naturally. Now I was stuck. If I stood up I would trap his cock between my cheeks, gripping it like the proverbial Chatsworth Safe. If I didn't stand but stayed bent forward, it enabled him to appear be to rubbing the cream up and down into my shoulders and neck. What he actually was doing was rubbing his cock up and down my crack as he did so. I wondered whether if he came all over my back he could make it look like sun tan lotion. Greta was giving me a very wry smile. I think she knew what was going on. Graham just looked puzzled. How was I going to get him to keep his hands off Kristina tomorrow?

He didn't come but after what seemed a long time he took his seat on the edge of the table and started on my butt cheeks. This was heaven. I was trying not to show too many signs of enjoyment. No moans, only a few wriggles.

'It looks like we are just about at the end of this bottle Darling,' the Major called to Greta. 'I have just enough here but not enough for you to do Graham.'

'Okay dear I will get another one.' She stood and started walking back to their cabana, about fifty metres away and set back in the shade of the trees.

'Oh, I have just remembered. I think it is on the high shelf at the back of the bathroom. Would you mind coming with me and reaching it down please Graham.'

'Of course,' he said politely. I did not even have time to show him a look of despair as he went straight into the Lion's den like a lamb to the slaughter. I was less worried about him than I was about this poor lamb, already as hot as if the Major had begun barbequing me.

He of course, in their absence continued to massage my cheeks, his fingers slipping further and further between my legs.

'Put your left leg up on that chair.'

Not a request. 'Yes Sir.'

I don't believe it. I even opened my own legs.

'Mm, I feel that you are enjoying this as much as I am,' he said. Oh shit. He had noticed me leaking between my legs.

There seemed little point in stopping him when he told me to 'Turn around and I will do the front.'

I did half-heartedly hear myself say, 'But I can reach...'

'Nonsense, my dear. You don't want both of us to get oily hands.'

He simply took the decision away from me.

I did notice that while he did my arms and legs it was pretty cursory. They were covered but he was not going to waste time on them like he had on my back. Had he guessed that Graham and I were not comfortable yet with swapping?

The reason for the cursory coverage of my arms and legs was plain as he started on my tummy but rapidly moved up to my breasts. It felt wonderful, but I knew I should stop him. I was close enough that he actually had to move back a little in order to get his lips around my nipples. His educated tongue played a tune on them as a hand went straight between my legs. This was the moment of truth and all I could do was groan.

I put my leg up on the chair as I had before. Without him even telling me to. The two fingers he had inserted in me played an upbeat rhythm on my G-spot and I started coming. I threw my arms around his neck and let him frig me until I had finished.

'Wow,' was all I could manage.

'Thank you my dear. It is nice to know that I still have an appeal for you gals of a much younger generation.'

'Oh, yes. You certainly still have it.' I moaned. I recognised that I needed to repay a debt here, but I was still reluctant to let him fuck me. Five minutes ago he could have fucked me happily but now that I had come and I was going to have to instigate the next move. I thought that there had to be another way.

I sank to my knees and took his cock to the back of my throat. It was not huge but a decent size and still very hard.

'Thank you my dear. Certainly not necessary but delightful none-the-less. I must tell you that I am unlikely to be able to come, as I have already expended what is probably my daily limit a couple of times of times already today. What a delightful Resort this is. But a man of my age needs a regular supply of the little blue pills just to manage to last the days without embarrassment. So I am delighted to be pleasured in this fashion, particularly as my Secretary is not a lover of fellatio. But that is all it will be I am afraid, a few minutes of pleasure for me.'

'And me too John. You have a delightful cock. I am sure that you are still more than capable of bringing me, or indeed anyone of my generation to a wonderful climax if we get to you early enough. Breakfast, perhaps rather than Lunch,' I laughed.

He joined in the laughter and said that, 'Yes he always had liked a little English muffin for breakfast, so maybe one day?'

He patted the chair beside him and we separated to chat comfortably. I noticed his cock stayed hard however and wondered how much Viagra he took. Should I get Graham some?'

After a brief conversation generally about the resort he asked me whether I had yet met Gerry the cameraman.'

'No,' I replied. 'I had even forgotten he was there.'

'Oh a really good man,' said the Major, 'And never far away, eh Gerry. You'll meet him soon I'm sure.'

He looked up at a tree and waved. I saw a little movement and a glint of reflection as a camera moved. We both laughed again.

'I will look out for him,' I promised John. 'Or perhaps he should look out for me as he always seems to be watching me.'

We were interrupted by the return of Graham with Greta, the private secretary, as I now thought of her, but certainly private enough to be sharing a room and a bed.

Somehow with Graham there it went a little quiet so I decided that we would make our excuses and leave. I was also dying to know what Graham and Greta had got up to.

I gave John a kiss, told him that we would look out for them later tonight and took Graham off up the beach towards our cabana.

'Well?' was all I needed to ask.

'I didn't fuck her, honestly.'

I laughed, 'That would have been okay. I am sure she is a very persuasive woman, just as John was. And she definitely was not a tart nor after stealing you away from me. And just so as you know I didn't fuck John either. All that he happened was that he played with me as he covered me in cream.'

'Sun cream.' I went on to explain. 'Absolutely no sign of his own cream, which I'll bet is more than you can say.'

Graham looked a little shame-faced. 'She was determined to pleasure me and eventually made me come between her breasts before I had to lick her out. She was amazingly hairy. So different from you. Not nearly as nice my love. Her juices tasted a lot stronger, not bad or fishy,' he ruminated, 'just stronger.'

He laughed again, 'We never did get around to the sun cream. It wasn't on the shelf where she thought it was.'

Sweet, I thought. How naive.

After leaving John and Greta we walked up to the café and had a light late lunch. It was already gone three and the toga party would start at seven. Doesn't time go quickly when you are enjoying yourself?

Graham decided to go to bed for a nap. I expected to find him later, tucked up with the binoculars, fast asleep.

I decided to go for a run although it was a bit hot really.

I told Graham I would be back in plenty of time to get dressed for the toga party and set off along the beach. I had not actually got very far when I realised that I had no water with me, nor any sun tan cream on. The bar seemed the best bet for both so I turned into the admin building. The bar is at the back by the pool.

I was strolling up a corridor with doors at even intervals, stark naked of course, it was amazing how quickly I had got used to it.

A door opened and this older guy, well older in Fantasy resort terms, about forty or maybe less, came out of one of the doors. He wore the Fantasy resort speedos and t-shirt and the lack of a scarf around his next showed me that he was working. I did not have time to ask him who he was before he stuck out a hand and a very English voice said 'You must be Frankie, I am Gerry, the camera man. We have waved to each other a couple of times.'

I blushed. 'Yes the last of those times was earlier and you caught me being very naughty I think.'

He laughed. 'I hope you don't embarrass easily as I have you doing a lot more than that.'

I laughed. 'True but at least the other times it was with Graham, or maybe Sue.' I added hastily.

'Or maybe Mouse,' he added. 'And I do have some lovely shots of you limboing, and it is only Tuesday.'

I laughed with him. 'Okay maybe I shouldn't get too embarrassed yet then. I will save it for later in the week.'

'Would you like to come and have a look around my camera set-up, 'he said. 'It is just here.'

'I would love to but I was on my way to get a drink.'

'Not a problem I have a fridge and everything else you may need. Even sun-tan cream if you are going back out.'

'I was actually, how did you guess.'

'Well it was an educated guess. I saw you set off along the beach and then change direction for the corridor here through to the bar. No oily skin, no water. Elementary my dear Watson.'

I laughed again, I was really liking this guy. He was very easy to talk to.

'No shit Sherlock. You have me bang to rights. Exactly what I was doing. Anyway what were you doing watching me run along the beach you perve?'

'It's a quiet afternoon, what can I say. Sex going on in two or three of the cabanas and the usual people having a small gropeathon down by the pool. But you were the best looking girl out there and anyway, I felt it my duty to keep an eye on you, just in case you twisted your ankle or got attacked by a shark.'

'Yeah right!'

He opened the door and ushered me into his lair. Sorry I mean into his office.

I was staggered. It was a bit like a Tardis, it looked tiny on the outside but there was just so much room inside.

There was a small desk and some filing cabinets and a couple of chairs and a sofa in the office. Behind it stretched a whole bank of screens with three or four chairs set in front of them. To one side of that there was a whole studio type arrangement. Mobile camera on runners, chairs sofas and even a bed.

He pointed out the screens again and showed me that each of the cabanas had their own screen and that the other screens were grouped by locality. He showed me where I had been running along the beach and then ran back the footage a few minutes and there I was starting my run. I was completely supervised by one camera after another. As I moved out of the range of one I was picked up by another. I noticed that there were quite a few close-ups alongside the more distant views. All of the beachside was covered. I asked about the close-ups.

'Well I have two ways of doing it. Firstly the cameras all react to movement so as soon as you are in range the camera will start recording. It will auto-focus on you or the first thing that moves, actually. There is alongside each longer range camera a close-up set alongside which also focuses automatically. Then I can of course zoom any of the cameras in or out manually, like this.'

He showed me our cabana and sure enough there was Graham, still awake, gently stropping his dick, watching porn with the binoculars by his side.

I laughed. 'Predictable,' I said. 'You are really spoiling him with porn and naked girls outside the cabana. And can I see into the other cabanas here. Oh look is that Sue, she is not with Rick, that's Chip in bed with her.'

He quickly turned that screen off. 'You are not supposed to be in here. Now don't touch anything while I get you that drink. Beer, Lemonade or something stronger?'

'Just water please.'

He disappeared and seemed to be gone for quite a while.

'I heard him shout 'Sorry Frankie. I will be a few minutes, I just have to sort something out.'

'No rush I am not in a hurry.'

I couldn't resist switching on the screen he had switched off, slid the slider and got a close-up of Sue with Chip. Hmm he was well endowed. I hadn't seen that when we were being massaged earlier.

I started looking at some of the other cabanas where the cameras were rolling, Maria and Ramona were double teaming one of the chefs, Antonio, I think it was, and John was pushing a dildo up Greta's pussy on the verandah of their cabana. It was fascinating. I was tempted to ask if he wanted an assistant. I watched the gropathon by the pool and was not entirely surprised that Brett and Ray were there in the middle of it.

I was having a fine time looking through the cameras, sliding the zoom lens back and forth.

Gerry came back with my bottle of water.

'Frankie, what are you doing? You are not allowed to touch these. Data protection policy and all that. You shouldn't really be in here. I can lose my job if anyone finds out and you would certainly be sent home. It was in the small print that you signed when checking-in to observe all our data protection policies at risk of being excluded from the resort. '