Chapter 7 Sarah's story
This really was the best holiday I had ever had. I cannot tell you how desperate I had been for a shag. I was never going to show that I was desperate, but... I really had not expected this sort of time. I thought maybe the odd holiday romance or a quick fumble on the beach or in the toilets with some guy I had met in a bar. Who would have thought that these guys had it in them (or even in me.) I mean I wouldn't want to marry any of them but.... you know. Great for a holiday, and what stamina.
One of my favourite nights was the next day or so after the lingerie parade. It was around the middle of the second week when we decided to go into town for a meal. We booked up a quiet local restaurant away from the main strip called Pedro's and managed to get a big round table for 12 at the back of the room. As we girls started to get ready late afternoon Josh who had walked into town to book the room said, 'It's almost a posh place girls, so dress up. It didn't look the sort of place to wear trousers.' Not that any of us probably would anyway.
We had a few drinks of course and joined the boys in the lounge who by now were on a second case of beers. There were wolf whistles and applause but Josh did say to Cindy 'Woah that's a bit long Cindy. Can you not put on a belt and shorten it a bit.' Sex mad these boys!
She happily put on a chain belt and her dress hem climbed higher than the level of mid thigh where it had been already. She does have good legs though.
'Lets go!' was the cry as off we went.
As we trooped into the restaurant I think we received more than our share of looks. I guess half a dozen good-looking girls, (if I do say so myself), dressed to kill, will stir a few male hormones. In particular a table of half a dozen lads sitting nearby went quiet and then started whispering amongst themselves. It was obviously about us.
We had a drink or two and ordered some food. The boys were plying us with beers and wine. Even water I noticed was arriving by the jug. Empties were quickly refilled.
The conversation was already more than smutty when the starters arrived.
Josh pointed at each of the girls in turn starting with me on his left and counted from one to six. He pulled his now famous dice from his pocket, rolled it and put hit back in his pocket. I realised then that there was a game going on that the boys knew about but we didn't. Still, what the hell, nobody had complained so far.
Josh had ordered asparagus and four thickish tips were sitting on his plate. He dipped his finger in the butter sauce and tasted it. 'Needs a little seasoning,' he mused. He picked up his dice rolled a three and looked at Frankie who had been given the number three.
'Frankie would you oblige.' He looked at her and grinned, or was it a leer.
Frankie looked for salt & pepper.
'Not like that,' he laughed. 'Perhaps something a little more personally flavoured from a place that will keep them warm at the same time.'
We all laughed. We had understood at last.
Frankie looked around.
'Just give me your knickers to look after, said Josh. 'You would not want to get them dirty.'
In good part Frankie wriggled her hands under the table and eventually slipped her panties across the table into his hand. She took the asparagus plate in front of her, lifted the first slippery tip between her fingers and it disappeared under the tablecloth and assumably up her vagina.
She brought it back out to cheers and Josh chanting 'One.'
The second one went the same way only for us all to chant 'Two.'
By this time a lot of people in the room were looking round particularly five or six lads sitting at the next table.
Frankie was now openly embarrassed but gamely pushed the third and fourth together up her puss, before depositing them on the plate. The boys at the next table could not believe their eyes.
Josh sniffed them, bit into the first one and declared that they were quite the best tips he had ever had!
Yasmin was the first to want to go to the toilet. The drinks had been flowing freely.
'Excuse me for a moment,' she said daintily getting to her feet.
'Just a minute' says Josh. 'You cannot walk across the restaurant like that. You are letting us all down.'
Why, what is the matter,' worried Yasmin beginning to squirm.
'Well guys what do you think. I think she should shorten her skirt, it is far too long, (at mid thigh).
'Come round here a minute.' She walked round to where he sat with his back to the room. He lifted her shortish blouse out from her belt and proceeded to turn the belt, and the skirt it was attached to, over one time. This shortened the skirt by about three or four inches so that it barely covered her panties. 'That's better.'
Consciously holding onto her hem, she walked across the floor to the toilets apparently wishing that the ground would open up and swallow her. The boys on the next table of course loved every minute, and a lot of eyes followed her as she walked back, still with her skirt shortened I noticed. She had not risked Josh's pretend wrath by lengthening it again. Who knows, maybe she liked being told to wear it that short. She certainly caught the eye.
We could see the writing on the wall now. The boys were going to have some fun with us.
Cindy was the next to want to go to the toilet. She stood up and walked round to where Josh was sitting next to the open room. She pre-empted his instructions.
'I know,' she said, 'It is still too long.' She pulled it up another couple of inches under her chain belt and started walking towards the toilet with most of the room now watching.
'Wait a moment,' said Josh. 'I was not going to say anything of the sort, but, if that's how you want it, that's fine. I was going to ask you to leave a small deposit with us to make sure you don't run out before we pay the bill.'
We all laughed as Cindy pointed bemusedly towards her handbag.
He shook his head.
'Your knickers will do,' he said.
Cindy looked round at the room, turned her back on it, shrugged and shimmied her lacy little briefs down her legs before handing them over.
Now she had to cross the room under the watchful eye of the rest of the room. I noticed one of the lads bending down, retrieving his handkerchief from the floor and an older guy, part of a crowd sitting in the body of the restaurant needing to do up his shoelace?
She looked stunning with her long black legs and her little fanny only just covered by the, now, shortest of dresses.
She returned and sat down while the main course was being served.
Josh by now had two pairs of panties sitting beside him on the table, so even the waiters knew that something was going on. We were going to get a bit more service, it was obvious.
The main course over, Hannah said 'I need to go now, I guess you want my knickers as well.'
'Of course ' Josh laughed, 'you know what sort of pervert I am, I also want your bra.'
Hannah had a plain white, almost see-through, blouse over a lacy bra, obviously meant to be seen.
'That will leave me very exposed,' she complained, 'every one else was covered.'
Even the girls started booing.
'You will still have a top on,' said Frankie. 'It is not completely see-through.'
Hannah reluctantly complied, managing that trick that all girls seem to be able to do, to pull her bra through the armhole of her blouse. She stood up, shimmied her panties down and started to walk towards the toilets.
'Come back a second. Let us have a look and see how bad it is,' said Josh. Hannah felt that sympathy was coming and stood there before us.
'It's not too bad, yet,' he said.
He picked up two glasses of cold water and threw them over her tits. 'That's better.'
Like a wet t shirt competition, the shock made her nipples stand out, as the saying goes 'like blind cobbler's thumbs'. The water also made the top instantly see-through. She stood there a little shocked as Josh put a glass in each of her hands and said, 'These are empty, can you give them to the waiters please.'
He turned her around, patted her bum and pushed her gently into the body of the restaurant. She slowly walked towards the toilets her face red. She did as she was told by giving the waiter the glasses, but without ever raising her head from looking at the floor.
She does have magnificent tits. Even I can admire them and mine are not bad.
She walked back after quite a long time with a relatively dry shirt.
'How did you do that,' cried Frankie.
'Well, I think the waiter, that one there, the younger one, felt sorry for me so he escorted me to the toilets and waited while I came out. He showed me how to hold my shirt under the drier, but he had a bloody good feel of my tits while he helped me.'
Deserts were now being served and I noticed Josh had just asked for a banana. What was going to happen?
'You will notice' said Josh, 'that leaving the table has generated one form of dare and one or two others like the asparagus have had to be chosen at random with a dice. This is the next one.'
He rolled the dice for a four, counted around until he came to Cindy. 'Cindy, as Frankie flavoured the asparagus, I am sure that your delightfully sweet cunt can sweeten my banana.'
'There is only one rule,' he said starting to hand her the banana, 'I want it returned intact, in one piece, not squashed or broken. The penalty for damage is a slapped bottom in the lounge after diner.'
Cindy confidently put her hand out for the banana and said 'Sure I can do that.'
Josh then made it a little more difficult by peeling it.
'Oh no, what have I agreed to. That's unfair.'
