Frankie Goes To Holiday Pt 07

Frankie Goes to Holiday Part 7

Chapter 14

Thursday morning Graham surprised me by telling me he had yet another sailing trip planned with Cheryl. That was fine by me as I really fancied a run. It was getting close to the end of our holiday and I had not yet decided whether Graham was 'the one.' The café and shop were posting the evening as 'Schooldays' again. I decided Graham had enough suitable clothes and I thought that I had perhaps a different way of getting a school uniform.

I decided to run back along the beach and up the perimeter road to 'The Guard House' as Brian had described it. I wore a small cut off t-shirt and bikini bottoms in case there was road access with traffic going by. I didn't want to get the resort into trouble.

It was easy to find, a fence went all around the property, down to the beach on each side. Although you could swim round if you really wanted to.

The road to the club house led directly to the Gate House which was, as I had suspected, actually on the road. A small barrier nominally stopped cars from leaving or arriving. The door was open and I peered in. There were two older guys, I was guessing Rufus and Gordy seniors, sitting with a bottle of beer each and a porno mag.

'Well hi Guys. Don't let me stop you if you are busy. I just thought maybe I would come up and see what it was like. Maybe have a run along the road.'

'Well Ma'am, I don't think I can let you do that. I am reckoning you must be Miss Frankie. My son has told me all about you. Yes Ma'am all about you.'

I laughed. 'Well you must be Rufus Senior I am guessing, I would have known anyway. Your son really looks like you, but not quite as handsome of course. So you must be Gordy.'

'Indeed I am Ma'am, and as Rufus here says, you really cannot go out into the road looking like that,. It really isn't safe, and by the bye the local police would run you in for decency issues as well, dressed like that.'

I was getting a lot of flirty looks from both of them. I knew what to say if I wanted to get laid, or should I just wish them a good day and run back? Well what would you do?

'But I could just run outside this little barrier, run down the road and you two old guys could do nothing about it. You guys probably haven't got the stamina to put those bottles down, put that girly magazine down, sort your hard-ons out and stand up, let alone chase me down the road. Those police would have a fair old time and I am guessing would bring me home eventually.'

'I don't think that's quite right Miss de Wolfe. Young Rufus here swam in the Caribbean Games and is still the Island over 40's one mile champion and record holder... And I have a motorbike over there, just in case his cock does get in the way of his running.'

Good response I thought.

'Oh really and what would you do with me when you have caught me? Just turn me loose, so I can do it again?'

'I don't think so Ma'am. I reckon we would hand you over to Brian, just as soon as we untied you.'

'Untie me, did I miss something?'

'Well Ma'am,' said Rufus. 'We couldn't risk having you running off again so we would certainly have to tie you to this old bed frame for a few hours. It would probably be a few hours before we could probably get in touch with Brian. Although I guess we could always call my son. That's what we keep it for. You don't think we sleep on the job do you?'

'You would tie me up? But what if I screamed?'

'Ohhh Ma'am,' added Gordy quietly 'You'll scream alright.'

I stepped outside, the hook was baited, I knew the piranhas were about to bite.

I turned my back on the pair of them, and started playing with the barrier.' So how does this unlock?'

I was never going to find out. For two big guys they were quick. I am guessing they were going to make sure i didn't escape.

Rufus out his hand on my arm and effortlessly pushed me backwards into Gordy's capable hands, who lifted me bodily into the Guard House. It was a moment's work for Rufus to tie me to the bed with a couple of cable ties. Not too tight but efficient.

Now was the acid test.

Had I done enough?

Not quite I figured.

'Oh Guys be nice. I feel my t-shirt is falling off.' I actually did think it was about to be coming off.

They laughed. They now definitely knew why I had come, and what I was going to get.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a movement in the corner of the room, as a camera waggled. I laughed again, 'Hi Gerry.'

I am pleased to say Rufus didn't let the levity of the call stop him roleplaying.

He grasped the hem of my t-shirt and ripped it from the hem to the neck. Wow he was strong. The pair of them attacked me like I was the last supper. Four coal-black hands grasped my tits. My nipples were squeezed and pulled. My ears were nibbled and I felt a love bite appear on my hip.

I managed to gasp, 'No bites please, Hoping it would stop them before a matching one appeared the other side. My bikini bottoms were quickly removed. At least they didn't appear to be torn.

Two big fat fingers tickled my pussy as Rufus' cock hovered in reach of my mouth. They were both quickly ensconced where they wanted to go. Gordy's fingers were really good, or maybe it was just what I needed at that moment. He found my G-spot and soon I was coming, squirting for the first time in a while. As he removed his dripping fingers he replaced them with his cock. Equally good. I was just hoping that Rufus junior had told them that I liked a condom, but it was too late to worry about that now. Meantime Rufus had withdrawn his cock from my mouth after I started getting the signs that he was about to shoot. I felt Gordy pull out and a few moments later I felt him come over my tummy. As he came I felt Rufus replace him in my puss. Gordy then came up and put his cock in my mouth to clean off. Hr didn't even ask? I did notice however that he had a used, but empty, condom in his hand. I cleaned him off and waggled my tongue at him to encourage him to finish with a kiss. Even before he could lean over to kiss me I felt Rufus push him out of the way, pull off his condom and come over my face. He had been ready to come. Just entering me had almost pushed out his semen. I couldn't see me getting that kiss after all.

.'Well thank you Guys. I don't think I need to exercise by jogging down the road any more?'

They laughed as they used knives to cut the cable ties.

'Miss de Wolfe, you are quite as amazing as my Rufus said you were. Isn't that right Gordy.'

'She sure is Roofy. Beautiful, intelligent and fun. I am interested however in what made her come out to see us.'

'That's easy, Brian advertised your services in a small way at the opening chat, when he said that any lady finding her way here would be sure of a welcome. Some welcome, a threat to tie me up for hours on end, and what, it only lasted twenty minutes! Unless of course you are going to start again.' I turned over, kneeled and grabbed the bed head with both hands, waving my bum in the air.

While I was certainly willing I really didn't expect them to be able to perform so quickly, bearing in mind their age. That wasn't going to stop them however. One each side held an arm in place while their other hand found an orifice to pierce. I quickly had a finger up both my pussy and my ass.

'Ohhh.'

They worked away until I produced another orgasm.

'If you want any more than that Miss de Wolfe you are going to have to come back tomorrow.'

I wiped my face on my torn t-shirt and gave them both a big kiss.

'I might just do that boys. Keep reading those magazines to be ready for me.'

I put my bikini bottoms on and waved goodbye. I am not really sure why I put them on, I usually wandered around naked, but I guess I was still a way from the beach. In fact I strolled down the road directly to the club-house and got myself a glass of Pimms, and then another. Again I saw a movement in the corner of the room as a camera swept the room -- just looking for something happening I guessed. It did remind me that I wanted to borrow the schoolgirl costume from Gerry. I poured the rest of the second Pimms into a plastic cup and took it with me. I knew Gerry would have more in his room.

His knack of knowing where I was proved good again and he opened the door when I was within a few metres of it.

'Frankie, lovely to see you again. Were you going to call in?'

'I was. I thought I might ask to borrow the schoolgirl outfit that I have worn before?'

'Of course, come in.'

'I thought that your customers might recognise it and that would help your sales.'

'Not really. I wouldn't show anything that happens inside the resort with visitors to my customers. Somebody might get recognised.'

'Oh of course, I didn't think. I somehow assumed that you would use the odd bit of footage. In that case I will happily go back and rent one from the shop.'

'No of course not. I would be delighted to lend it to you. But there will be a rental charge of course.'

I was surprised. 'Oh sure. Can I put it on our bill.'

'That really will not be necessary. Just give me half an hour of your time under the cameras and you will more than reward me for any hire charge. I have in mind a POV scenario that will work well. You come in here in the schoolgirl uniform and want to borrow a prom dress. I will find you one for you and help you try it on. We can do it now.'

I am sure he saw the big grin that split my face as I scurried behind his screen to find the clothes box. He meantime went to a different cupboard looking for a prom dress to fit me.

By the time I was dressed he was checking his cameras having presumably alerted his customers that I was around for a show.

'Hop into the corridor, knock on the door and I will invite you in. We will adlib about the costume and then I will help you on with it.'

As I knocked the door opened.

'Sammy hi come in, what can I do for you.'

He took me by surprise for a moment until I remembered that Sammy was the name he had given me the first time I performed.

'Oh hi Gerry. I just wondered whether I could borrow a prom dress from your wardrobe. I haven't got enough money to hire one and I do want to go to my old school prom tonight.'

'Of course. Hey Guys, do you remember Samantha who came in for the interview last week. She's back and looking for a prom dress. Do you think I should lend her one?'

Cries of 'Hi Sammy,' in at least a dozen different voices came from the speakers, followed by a 'Hell no. Make her go naked. That's how she is going to end up anyway.'

Everyone laughed and Gerry admonished him, 'Where's your milk of human kindness Billy,' to get back the reply, 'About to come out of my cock when she gets her clothes off Gerry,' to more laughter.

'Don't you mind him Sammy, if he is rude again I will cut him off in his prime. I just happen to have a few dresses here delivered back by the cleaners. You can choose one. Why don't you just take your old clothes off now and show that Billie and his disreputable mates what he is never going to get his hands on. No need to be shy now, they have seen it all before.'

This was going to be fun. I had so far pretended to be shy. No need this time.

I smiled at the camera and thought that at least I might pretend to be a little bit shy.

'Should I go behind the screen Gerry?'

'Sure if you want to get closer to the camera that is back there yes, go ahead.'

We all laughed at that. He had me covered on all angles. Physically and metaphorically.

'Oh look, my bad, I still have my shoes on.' I turned my back on the camera bent straight legged and slowly undid the laces on my running shoes. I felt my very visible knickers begin to get damp.

I was encouraged by little moans and groans and delighted to hear that Billie had been quietened. Turning back I undid my tie and unbuttoned the shirt. I slowly pulled it off and started to massage my tits through the soft bra. There was only a small ripple of applause so I felt the guys needed a bit of flesh to help their enthusiasm. I felt behind my back, undid the bra and slipped it off. While my nipples did not need any encouragement I still gave them a little pinch and held them up towards the camera. I thought I would be a little different and raised the back of my skirt towards the camera and pulled the back of my big blue panties down. The guys would not have seen a lot. I anticipated the groan. I did a few keep fit moves, flicking my hem up to show my cheeks and hints of my pussy. With my backs to the guys after a few moments, I pretended to stub my toe and naturally bent double to examine it. 'Woooah. Look at that pussy.'

I pretended to misunderstand, to laughter, and looked around for the cat, staying bent double, eventually rising and lowering the skirt to the floor. I turned around, did the splits and gave them an open armed 'Ta-Ra,' to more catcalls and applause.

'Very nice,' said Gerry. 'Almost paid for the dress. Who are you going with, your boyfriend?'

'No I don't have a boy-friend. Just one of the lads in the class. A bit of a nerd.'

'So try this on.' Gerry handed me an almost completely see-through calf-length dress that would best be described as a nightdress. It did have knickers with it. I duly put both on, recognising that I was going to have to try on at least three, so I didn't need to like it.

'It's a bit see-through isn't it guys. Nobody likes this one do you?'

Of course they did, until Billy said, 'No I don't like that one. Take it off and try the next one.'

Naked again I waited while Gerry selected the next one.

This was the other extreme. Completely suitable for a twelve year old, pink, up to the neck, on the knee and about four layers of net and satin.

I could hear them falling about laughing as I pretended to like it.

'Take it off, take it off, take it off,' was chanted from the speakers.

'Oh come on guys, that was really nice, but you are probably right, no knickers with it.'

'Right then,' said Gerry, approaching me with some underwear in his hands. 'Let me put these on you first.

He held out a pretty little half cup bra for me to try on. He pulled it together and fastened it at the back, then pinched and adjusted my nipples over the top of it. I realised that for all Gerry's talk this was the first time he had really touched me. I didn't think it was going to be the last. A little matching g-string was next and this was also adjusted so that the single strip between my legs sat comfortably between my labia. The dress itself was beautiful. Dark blue metallic top, just a smallish rectangle of material, tied loosely from the top corners around my neck and two more around my back where the top met the skirt. It was backless. It also was not much of a skirt. There were about eight panels of material, not attached to each other, just attached to the waist band.

He had the handheld camera in his hand and circled me, for the benefit of his customers. He went round me about three times and then got me to walk around a few paces. The panels opened out revealing the panties in their entirety.

Even Billy was quiet after watching me in this. It was stunning.

'It's no good,' said Gerry. I was staggered. It was lovely and a perfect fit.

'It looks okay, but you will have to take it off. You cannot wear a bra with it. It is backless.'

I almost laughed, he had known that before he put the bra on me. A shame in a way, it was a really pretty bra.

He undid the clasp at the top and the waist and I took the top off. Not that I needed to, just to remove the bra, but this was Gerry's game. He released the bra and before refitting the top played with my nipples again pinching them to make them hard, or should I say harder.

He then asked me to remover the skirt when he went off ferreting around in his cupboard again. Now he produced a pair of dark blue hold-up stockings which he fitted while I sat upon a stool. He took his time slowly rolling and smoothing the stockings as high as they would go. They did not quite meet the g-string, but his fingers certainly did. The skirt went back on again.

By now I had almost forgotten about the cameras. I was in a little world of Haute Couture, mesmerised by Gerry, his style and the enchanting dress I was wearing -- almost wearing.

I cat-walked around for him, as he shook his head one more time.

'They have to come off.' I was confused. He had only just put the stockings on me and they looked perfect.

He saw my look and said, 'The panties. You can see them when you walk.'

He knelt before me, easing his hands up my legs over the stockings, over the top of the stockings and onto my bottom. It took him a while but eventually he managed to get his hands on the strings and pull down the panties.

Now walk around again. I did. 'Perfect. Just one last thing. Face that camera and put your hands on the stool, straight legs, widen your feet a bit. '

I looked down to realise that the weight of the metallic top and the fact that it was loose to the body meant that the guys on the receiving end of the shot could see a full view of both tits and then right down to my knees. It didn't even occur to me, until I looked up at the split screen monitor, what the back view was like. The panels had parted over my pantie-less rear, and Gerry's hand-held camera was within inches. I am not sure whether that was the bigger shock, or finding Gerry's cock entering my cunt. I was very ready for it. It slipped straight in and I screamed with joy. At that stage I didn't know or care whether he wore a condom. I just cried, 'Gerry fuck me. Hard.'

And he did.

The next thing I remember was him crying, 'That's all guys. See you soon.' And the monitors went dead.

I slowly recovered and used the adjoining bathroom for a quick wash and freshen up, and to put back on my bikini bottoms and running shoes. Gerry meantime had returned to his normal gentlemanly persona. He thanked me for turning up to make another little show, which was not exactly the way I remembered it, and handed me two little bags. 'The schoolgirl outfit for tonight, and the other is a little present of that top and skirt, plus the stockings of course. You looked so divine in them I would hate to see them on anybody else. If you get the chance to wear them again, think of me.'

I kissed him deeply knowing that I would think of him on many occasions. Every time I saw the DVDs of my exploits here at the resort.

I went back to our cabana to find Graham on the beach just in front talking to Cheryl and, was that Kristina? I couldn't quite see but took the opportunity to take my packages into my suitcase instead of going out and checking. If it was what could I say?

I decided to have a quick swim, thought about the beach but decided that the bar by the pool was more appealing. Brian and Sally were at the bar, not working just lazing and socialising. I waved, picked up a soft drink and found a sun lounger. Within a few moments Sally had come over and joined me, sitting on the bed next to me.

'Frankie, we haven't really talked a lot, are you enjoying yourself? No that's a silly question you are obviously enjoying yourself. Is it what you expected when you booked?'

I wondered briefly whether she had found out about Brian and I when we went back to our cabana to change.

I decided to head her off at the pass by telling the truth about our booking. I had her in streams of laughter explaining how Graham, who was still a virgin, had got me here almost under false pretences. She went on to say how much she hoped I would come back. She knew that Brian had promised me a freebie trip and hoped that I would use it again.

'You will have a lot of memories to take back. I gather that Gerry has quite a library of your time here and so many people say nice things about you, Mouse, Young Rufus, and his Dad, Gerry himself, Brian of course.' I think she knew that those character references were all personally vouched for. 'I am serious you know. We all hope you do come back and see us, even if you are on your own. It is fairly obvious that you and Graham are only occasionally an item. We don't normally make exceptions for single people, but in your case I am sure that we would. Don't get me wrong if you do stay with Graham we will be delighted to see you both. She got up to leave and gave me a little kiss as she went. I was really quite speechless, so remained quiet apart from a stammered 'Thank you.'