Franie Goes to Holiday

Frankie Goes to Holiday Pt 06

Chapter 12

Graham was up surprisingly early. He was sailing with Chloe. She called for him just before ten. That worked for me as well because I was playing tennis with Chip.

I strolled over to the courts. It did feel strange being all dressed up after wearing nothing or practically nothing all week. Knowing that I was playing with Chip I was likely to be losing clothing so I was wearing the full kit, a bra and panties, white shirt and tiny full skirt, shoes and socks. He had said he would try to find another couple and he had. We were joined by Zach and Marta. While Chip was much better than all of us, Zach was pretty hot. Whoops, and good at tennis. Marta was slightly weaker than me I thought but no slouch. A tall strong girl, with a good body

Chip and I played four games together and then we played another four with Zach and I together. Good tennis. We were sweating by the end of it. It was a hot day of course. Zach had organised a cool-box of cold drinks after the eight games were over. While sipping in the shade Chip asked whether we wanted to play again.

'I'm good to play.' I said. 'Me too,' came from Marta.

How about something a little more fun, Frankie has played it before. The person who plays a losing or bad shot pays a little forfeit.

I laughed, 'Marta, it is still tennis, but would not be recognisable at Wimbledon or Flushing Meadows. Flushing toilet maybe? It is certainly in keeping with the ethos of this resort.'

'Sounds good,' said Marta. 'Who decides the forfeits?'

'I do of course, If not me, Zach.'

Marta and I both laughed as she said, 'Well that doesn't seem fair, marginally loaded against us eh Frankie? Come on Frankie we will take the boys on. Make them run?'

Make them run huh. That was like a red rag to a bull. They had us running around the court with no problem. Of course I missed a cross court volley, putting it way out of court.

'Forfeit,' shouts Chip. That didn't take long. 'Knickers I think.'

He would have known I was wearing them as it was a very short skirt.

'Oh my,' said Marta, 'That sort of forfeit. This looks like fun.'

A couple of rallies later and she got called for her shorts for a misplaced lob

'I am not sure that Wimbledon would allow my panties. They are not white I am afraid.'

They hit the floor. They were indeed black, what there was of them. Very small and very pretty.

She made up for her poor lob by hitting a beautiful service to leave Zach floundering. Chip and Zach of course just lined up for her next service. 'Heyyy?' she said. 'Is this only a boy's game. He missed my service surely that deserves a forfeit. Let's see those boxers Zach.'

Good for him, he was quick to drop the shorts and reveal the standard resort, orange budgie smugglers.

Of course our Midas touch did not last and we collided on the centre line, both going for the same ball.

'Blouses,' was the call from both Chip and Zach, 'Let's see those bras,' added Zach.

'You will be lucky,' said Marta. 'What's a bra?' as she peeled off her shirt to reveal a good-sized pair of tits.

Of course I missed a relatively easy return. Did I tell you how I hate not being the centre of attention? My bra joined the growing pile of clothes.

I was quite looking forward to taking my skirt off, Marta was at the moment so much more watchable than me, but the contingent of German guests turned up to take the court. Our time was up. We finished playing the point, picked up our balls and walked towards the bench where they were waiting. Chip and Zach explained the reason for the abandonment of any dress code, after explaining that we had played a few good games first.

'To hell with that,' said Jurg, 'Heidi, Kirsten, get those skirts off. I hope you have pretty knickers on, I love to see a little colour on the court.'

I would quite like to have stayed and watched a while, as we cooled down, but Chip had other ideas.

'Okay girls, let's go, your massage awaits. You do want a massage don't you?'

'I've seen your massages, Chip. You are not giving me one like you did in the pool the other evening.'

'Of course not. That was one-off and you know why. And anyway Zach wants to massage you, if you don't mind me Marta? I promise it will not hurt, - unless you want it to.'

That of course put a new complexion on the matter. Zach huh. I had fancied him from day one. And somehow he seemed to know that. He was good too. His hands were strong, but dispensed heat rather than pain. They had laid out two tables, head to toe, so Marta and I could talk but not really see each other. We could hear each other's grunts, moans and endearments.

'Yes, yes, yes.'

'Ohhh, more, more.'

'Oh my god that's good.'

'Yes, just there, harder,'

If I hadn't been turned on before, I probably would have been after listening to Marta encourage Chip, I could just see his clothes on the floor, close to Zach's.

Zach had massaged me all over and his lips were now massaging mine. I am hoping he will get round to my mouth later. Perhaps when he fucks me, which he has left me in no doubt that he is going to do. And he did. My expectations were matched. He was everything I expected, strong and knew when to speed up or slow down. I had two great orgasms before he came over my tits.

I showered then left, sitting on my own little cloud, had a drink at the café and floated home, mid-afternoon, to the cabana. Perfect timing as I could see Graham walking up the beach as his partner returned the Hobie to the dock where it was kept.

Tonight was being billed as 'Underwear Night' so I guess that gave us the dress code.

You can imagine that we were a little tired after our hectic days so I really gave very little thought to my costume. Graham had put on a nice pair of boxers with little pink lips motifs and a tight t-shirt and I had put on a nice bra and french-legged panty set. It was quite discreet in cream silk.

'I don't think so young lady. Not nearly sexy enough.'

I looked around. Was this really the new Graham?

'I think something a bit more see-through. I want everyone looking at you.'

I went to the other extreme and brought out a sheer balcony bra which pushed them out and displayed the nipples.

'That's better and the net g-string with suspender belt and stockings I think.'

Unsubtle, but fuck, he's the boss.

I was certainly among the most revealing I noticed when arriving for dinner. I will always love being the centre of attention however and I could see that Graham's cock stayed at least tumescent if not downright firm.

There was a lingerie show again, in line with the evening's theme I guessed. It would certainly put us in the mood for the underwear evening.

It also gave us time for a few drinks before we sat down to dinner. As we had sat down we had been accidentally separated, a not unusual occurrence. Some couples preferred to sit together, some apart. As usual we were sitting boy, girl along the row of fourteen seats, opposite another fourteen. Twenty of us were holiday makers and the other eight staff.

I had one guy Joseph, who I did not really know, on one side and another, Kurt opposite me and Pete, who I had come across, no pun intended, a couple of times on the other. A sleazy bugger. The conversation flowed, mainly about the holiday. Some people had come for one week, but only Graham and I two weeks, Saturday to Saturday. There were also one and two week Wednesday to Wednesday, guests and maybe for all I knew some ten day guests. I did know we were the only people who had been here nine days already. I may have been the regular centre of attention but I did not feel like an old timer.

'Frankie,' came a firm voice from the other end of the table, as the main course plates had just been cleared. 'Did you like that underwear in the show? Didn't you buy a g-string like the one worn by Etty in the show? Is that the one you are wearing now?'

'No Gray, but it was very similar.'

I tried to head off at the pass the direction of this conversation.

'Are you sure? Show me.'

I stood, my string just appearing above the table top. All eyes swivelled towards my crotch. Nobody was even subtle.

'No take it off and pass it along please. So I can see it better.'

Even I was a bit surprised and the milliseconds that I thought about it were enough to provoke a sharp, 'Come on.'

I sat back on the bench and slithered the offending garment off my legs, passing it to the guy on my right to start its movement down the table.

It moved slowly down to Graham, who looked at it, sniffed and put it beside his plate. Mind you I hadn't really expected to get it back.

'Pete & Joseph.' This was to the two guys either side of me. 'Do you know I am sure she was holding up the same one as Etty wore when we were in the chalet earlier? Do you mind having a feel to make sure she isn't wearing a second one the little minx.'

They both looked at me before, not too reluctantly stretching a hand out each towards my crotch.

I had little alternative, apart from saying red, but to widen my knees and allow a little access.

I have to say they were pretty gentlemanly considering the offer was pretty open ended. Both were quick to say that 'No I was no longer wearing any knickers.'

The desserts were being served so I was saved further embarrassment for at least a few minutes.

'Strange that Brian. Funny how your brain plays tricks with you. I could have sworn they were the same as Ettys.'

We all looked at Etty, who happened to be at table that night.

'Show him then Etty,' said Brian. 'Just for his peace of mind.'

Etty slithered out of hers and passed them across the table to Graham, who compared them. I was pleased to see that although they were different, they were just as damp as mine. We both noticed the damp stains together as he held them up, open for all to see.

We exchanged guilty glances.

'Kirsten,' said Gerd. 'Perhaps he was confusing them with yours.'

This was a couple, him German her Swedish, who had been naked on the beach practically every day since they arrived on Wednesday.

She smiled happily and threw her g-string into the middle of the table.

This was the general sign for all the girls to remove their knickers. They came off with varying degrees of alacrity. I felt that the Wednesday group were, understandably a little more confident than the couples who had come in only a day or two ago.

'I heard of a little game once,' began Brian. 'It would be up to the girls really, but the girls take it in turn to crawl under the tables and give any random guy a blow job, while we all try to guess who he is. If we can agree, we challenge him to stand up, fast, knowing that if he is guilty he will get his cock badly scraped by a sharp set of teeth. If we get it right the guy pays a forfeit, perhaps swallows a drink or maybe gets naked.'

I just knew I was going to be offered up first, but I waited for Graham to say it. He was still feeling masterful. Shit I didn't mind sucking a few cocks for a laugh. It is not as if I was going to have to swallow. I would just move on to the next one if it felt like he was coming..

Sure enough, 'Frankie babe.'

Babe, he must be getting drunk.

'Babe you won't mind starting us off.' It didn't seem much of a question.

'Perhaps we should all get our cocks out to give her a choice' agreed Larry who was with my buddy Marta, a striking Amazon of a woman, nearly six feet tall and statuesque. She had looked great in a corset, but with cover-all mid-thigh length, baggy, tied knickers, which were now lying in the middle of the table. I was looking forward to seeing her stand up later.

There was general shuffling from the guys as they all freed up their dicks and I slipped under the table.

The cloth was long enough on the sides to stop me from being seen but I had to ask them all to sit forward on the benches and push their legs under and behind them. Otherwise they would have felt me moving with their outstretched legs.

I chose a cock at random. I couldn't quite remember where everyone was sitting but I had gone for roughly the middle of the table. I could hear the conversation mainly between Brian and Graham.

Graham. 'I'll bet she starts somewhere in the middle unless of course she chooses me.'

Some chance I thought. He was responsible for me being down there.

Brian said, 'Well we must look at all the facial expressions and see whose smile is a bit stiff. Girls. You know your men, who looks like they are receiving a wet mouth?'

I decided to work a little harder on the nice sized cock I was sucking. I am sure they should have heard the slurping, but I was careful to keep my teeth quite close around the glans. Whoever he was, he was not getting that past my teeth in a hurry.

'I challenge Larry' said Graham. I clenched a little harder. It obviously wasn't Larry as I felt a guy behind me jump to his feet.

They all cheered and then tried to decide what forfeit Graham should receive for guessing wrongly. They decided a very large vodka shot would fit the bill but that anybody caught correctly would have to remove their underpants.

I got back to work until I heard Brian this time say 'I challenge Jurg,'

Yes I thought tightening my jaws. That's who it is. I felt him try to rise and cry out in pain as I clamped a little more firmly still. He raised his arms in submission.

'Ya that iss true Brian. And very good it wass too.'

He and his girlfriend Heidi were just in on Saturday from Austria. She was the very pretty, wholesome looking girl with great tits. She had already shown that she was up for anything.

I guessed I had done my job and crawled out to recover my seat at the table. Kristina had slithered down onto the floor without even being asked.

My bet is that she would either go to Graham who was getting very pissed now or maybe Brian our MC.I would have laughed if she had gone to Graham as I think he was too pissed to get erect. They eventually guessed Brian correctly and he too removed his underwear.

This game took quite a long time as people got drunker and made more bad challenges. This in due course made them drunker still.

Graham had actually either passed out or gone to sleep. If anyone had sucked his cock he probably would not have noticed.

I decided it was easier to take him home than continue to resist the endearments, and groping hands, of both Pete and Joseph. While Graham was asleep I could pleasure myself without worrying where he was, Pete and Joseph were not an awful lot soberer and Brian, with whom I would have been very comfortable, was kissing Heidi. I knew she was going to be popular.

I dragged him towards our cabana when I heard a voice say 'Miss Frankie. Can I help you?'

'Oh Rufus, thank you. Yes he is more drunk and more of a weight than I thought. That's very kind.'

Now I had a quandary. I had convinced myself earlier that I did not need to be a good girl any more. Sure I wasn't exactly going without, but Graham had been with at least three other girls so I felt I was way behind. To hell with it.

'Oh Rufus, I cannot believe how easily you are carrying him. Thank you so much. We are here now. Tell you what, why don't you put him in the bath in case he is sick. I will put a pillow in there. And that leaves the bed free for...... me to stretch out a bit. You weren't at the dinner tonight. Have you eaten... anything? Do you fancy a nibble?'

To hell with subtlety, I was laying on the bed in just my balcony bra, stockings and suspenders, and still Rufus wasn't biting. Not even nibbling.

'Rufus will you come here and hold me. I love these open cabanas but at this time of night, with all the drunks coming home from dinner, and no Graham to defend me, I feel just a little bit vulnerable. Thank you.'

At last. He was beside me, his right arm around me, his left hand playing with my tits. I felt down inside his orange speedos. He may have been young Rufus but he certainly wasn't small Rufus. I quickly slithered over him and around, so that we could both enjoy a little oral appreciation. Oh my... I thought. He has done this before. I helped him off with the swim trunks and swallowed as much as I could. I thought that with a little practice I could do it all. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the camera in the corner of the room move, first left and then right. Gerry was telling me he was watching. Was it too dark? I know the cameras worked in almost dark conditions, but we had no lights at all on. I eased off poor Rufus and reached over to the bedside table and put the light on. I opened the drawer and pulled out a condom that I knew was there. Rufus did not suspect a thing as he ripped the pack and fitted it on. The camera moved up and down in acknowledgement of a job well done. I wasn't quite sure where all the cameras were so I lined my bum up with the one waving and shouted 'Fuck me Rufus. Fuck me hard.' And he did. An hour and three orgasms later he kissed me deeply and disappeared into the night. I notice he didn't bother to ask if I wanted the windows closed and locked.

Chapter 13

Well what a struggle I had getting Graham up next morning. He was still in the bath but did not know why. He had no recollection of getting back to the cabana, so I had no need to mention Rufus. I explained that just as he was getting into bed he was worried about being sick so was happy to go to the bath. I had slept like a log and awoke refreshed and raring to go about eleven. I had already had juice and some fruit, collected from the hotel. I wasn't risking one of the chefs coming out again. I then swam and lay for a while naked on the beach picking up what was beginning to be a glorious tan. I eventually got Graham up for a late brunch squeezing into the restaurant about one o'clock.

He had been very apologetic for his behaviour the night before. I thought that maybe it was a good day to see if I could get Mouse into bed with us. As much as Graham would enjoy it, he would not be at his best with a hangover. An apt punishment I felt. Mouse was in there clearing the remains of earlier breakfasts so I took the opportunity of going into the kitchen area to talk to her. I told Graham I was just going to use the Ladies but diverted to the kitchen.

She knew of course that both Graham and I still fancied her strongly. I wondered if she had any time off and if so would like to join us again for an hour or two. I was careful to ensure that there was absolutely no pressure on her to come. I really didn't want to think that she was in the position of having to fuck anyone who asked her. Anyway she seemed delighted to be asked and agreed to come over to our chalet when she finished work at three o'clock.

I told her to come in quietly because I was arranging it as a surprise for Graham and ideally would have him tied up and blindfolded. Her eyes lit up.

In the meantime we had to choose fancy dress for tonight. It was billed as a 'smart casual -- not.' The aim I think was come in anything you liked. It was a Wednesday so there would be a few new arrivals. I had a good idea what I was going to wear to make myself the centre of attention, and give Brian a hand with his new arrivals chat.

It was nearly three by the time we had had a couple more drinks. Graham was definitely in need of a hair of the dog.

I had little difficulty persuading him to be blindfolded and have his hands handcuffed to the top of the bed. I had about ten minutes to get Graham suitably fed up waiting.

I had noisily been to the bathroom, got undressed, and got dressed again, just wasting some time. On occasions I had brushed past Graham as I walked around. The timing was perfect as I saw Mouse peering around the corner of the opening.

Graham meantime, after having had five or ten minutes of contemplation, when his cock was rearing with anticipation, had done nothing but moan.