It was midnight on a warm summer's night at the Holiday Camp. Marie and Emily, were alone and stripping off their clothes on the deserted sandy beach. They had got down to panties, when they looked at each other and giggled. "Shall we?" asked Marie. "Yesss" Go for it doll. Let's go starkers."
So, quickly, they peeled them off. Marie's were pink. Emily's were white. Both girls slipped them down their long smooth legs and added them to the small pile of clothes on the beach. Now they were naked and shrieking with excitement, racing each other down to the waves. Marie's lovely long legs striding out and Emily half a stride behind. "This is what we've been dreaming about," shouted Emily as she splashed in the water. "Yeah and we've got the place to ourselves," Marie shouted back.
The girls were there half an hour frolicking and dancing as the tide came in to meet them. They were laughing and giggling at their own outrageous behaviour; revelling in the freedom and naughtiness of their nakedness. Both women had superb figures which were silhouetted in the moonlight as they moved around "Is this a nude beach?" laughed Emily. "Well it is now" giggled Marie. They were only a 100 yards or so from the chalets and they vowed to come back again another night.
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Marie and her husband went to Barton's Holiday Camp on the Yorkshire Coast every summer holiday. It was almost a family tradition, because, she had been going there for holidays for as long as she could remember. Her Mum and Dad had taken her there as a child. Then, she had gone as a teenager with friends, and now, she went with Dennis, her husband.
Her best friend, Emily, lived up the street with her husband Mike. The girls had been best friends since childhood and there had always been a fierce competitive spirit between them. They were constantly trying to outdo each other. It had started at school and had continued ever since. It was a friendly rivalry but deadly serious, nevertheless. And they saw a lot of each other, what with living in the same street and working at the same factory.
Now it was summer and annual holidays were almost upon them. They got two weeks holiday, and this year, as she had done every year for as long as she could remember, she was preparing for her week at Barton's.
Marie had just about finished packing a suitcase when Dennis dropped a bombshell. "This is my last year there," he vowed. "I'm sick of the place. We need a change. Other people go to Turkey or Spain or somewhere, so we're going to do the same. I've been talking to Mike and he agrees with me."
Marie was shocked. She loved her week at the holiday camp. She loved everything about it; the friendly atmosphere, the redcoats, the chalets, the competitions, everything. She took part in everything that was going on, it was great fun. There were all kinds of events and she was up for it all. Her friend, Emily, was exactly the same and both were fiercely determined to win everything they went in for.
What had grated with Marie was that Emily had won the prestigious lovely legs contest at Barton's the previous summer. She had won a crown, a gold sash, and a lot of prize money. And, she had not let Marie forget it. She had bragged about it at every opportunity. She knew it irked with Marie, so she bragged about it all the more. The trouble was that Marie hadn't even entered the competition. That was because, Dennis, had moaned on about it so much she had just given up on the idea. "I don't want other men ogling your legs," he had complained. But, Emily just went ahead and won it, much to Marie's annoyance.
"You've got better legs than Emily" her Mum had told her and she secretly loved the idea of proving it. She spent hours at the gym and keep fit classes to lose those extra pounds she had gained during the winter. Also, she had been on a diet, watching her calories. Now she knew she was back to her best. The mirror and scales didn't lie. And her legs had never looked in better shape; tanned and shapely nd eager to be put on show. Oh how she wished she could win that contest and put one over on Emily. If only she could get past Dennis and his prudish mind-set.
Also, she realised that if she didn't enter this year, she might never get another chance. She was 27 now and each year younger girls stood a better chance of winning.
She looked up gloomily from her packing. She wouldn't be able to take it if Emily won again this year. But, no doubt, Dennis would put his foot down again.
The weather was great on the Saturday they arrived at the Camp and Marie's spirits soared. She just knew they were going to have a great time.
The holiday soon got into a familiar pattern. Marie and Emily looked for events and races they could enter, while their husbands went down to the pub to play snooker or watch sport on the giant T.V. Emily won at swimming, while Marie won the ladies sprint. Then they combined to win the three legged race and collapsed in laughter during the egg and spoon race.
Marie was sitting outside her chalet in the sun when Emily swaggered past. "Oh I've just filled in an entry form for the lovely legs contest," she announced.
Marie ground her teeth.
She was desperate to enter herself, but, she knew Dennis would just lose his temper if she mentioned it again.
It was on the Tuesday when Dennis came in with his news. "Mike and I have managed to get hold of some tickets for the cricket up in Leeds this week, I hope you don't mind. We thought we would leave you and Emily here and pick you up on Saturday morning."
Marie opened her mouth to protest, but, he cut her off. "Look I'm fed up with this place and I've only been here a day or two. I know you love it here so there's no reason why you shouldn't stay and enjoy yourself. And you'll have Emily for company..... You'll have a great time."
Marie and Emily stood with arms folded as they watched their husbands drive away the next morning. They had mixed feelings about it.
"I don't know about you, Marie, but I'm going to have the time of my life," said Emily. Marie nodded in agreement. "Yeah, to hell with it, let's enjoy ourselves."
Normally, the girls stopped in the chalet and watched T.V. while the men went across to the pub. But, that evening, they decided to dress up and go across themselves. An hour later, they were on their way.
As they walked in, some heads turned. They both looked quite stunning. Emily wore a white top and blue denim mini skirt while Marie's lemon coloured dress was only marginally longer. They had both spent time on their hair and make up to good effect. Marie felt sexy in her stay-up tan stockings and pink panties. "I'm glad we did this," whispered Emily. Marie eyed her friends tanned legs and high heel sandals and just knew that the pair of them would be attracting some male attention before the night was over. It was just like they were single again. Her heart was thumping in her chest as she nervously looked around. She half expected her husband to come through the door and be furious with the way she was dressed and sitting in the pub for men to look at her. Then she reminded herself that she wouldn't see him until the end of the holiday.
There was loud music playing and several people started to dance. So, they got up and joined in. After a couple of drinks they started to laugh and enjoy themselves.
Then Emily went to visit the ladies. Marie looked at her as she walked across the room with her hips swaying from side to side. She had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that her friend had a superb pair of legs. Then she noticed that Emily had made a bit of a detour to go past a table where 4 young men were sitting. She'd got their attention alright, by the way all of them turned to look at her retreating figure.
When Emily returned to the table the mystery was solved. "See those 4 guys over there?" She whispered. "Well, they are the musicians who play in the entertainment centre. I think they call themselves, "The Bandits" or something. Anyway, I was told today that they are going to be the judges in the Lovely Legs Contest. What do you think about that?"
Marie looked over with a renewed interest, but they looked pretty ordinary to her.
"I can't see the girls throwing their knickers at them," she remarked. That set them off giggling and they couldn't stop.
When they calmed down, Marie noticed that Emily was sitting so her legs were dangling out in full view of anyone who cared to have a look. She never misses a trick, she thought. Then another thought hit her. "I can enter the contest, because Dennis won't be here." She suddenly sat up in her seat. "When is the closing date for the Lovely Legs Contest?"
Emily looked at her and frowned, "It closes today," She answered. "Why, are you still thinking of entering? I think you've probably left it too late...... Anyway, I've got it in the bag," she breathed confidently.
One of the musicians appeared at their table. He had obviously plucked up enough courage to ask for a dance. Emily smiled at him and stood up. "Why, yes, I'd love to," she said.
Marie watched them walk across to the small dance floor. She knew Emily would normally have said no, but Mike wasn't there and there were judges to be influenced. Marie stood up before another of the group headed her way. She had to get across to the Redcoat Centre to get her name on the list for the contest. She downed her gin and tonic and headed for the door as the 3 remaining lads ogled her with undisguised lust.
As Marie walked quickly down the path outside, she prayed that someone would still be on duty at the Redcoat Centre. Then her hopes were lifted as she saw some lights on. Luckily someone still appeared to be there.
