DAY 2 -- SUNDAY
Don't worry, we won't be writing a chapter on ever day, in fact many of the holiday memories have disappeared into the mists of time, although we still have some details of where we went for each days entertainment.
Sunday started with Summer going off to Colin's room at 7.25am, naked under her short jacket. I presumed she would come across early breakfast patrons on the way. Breakfast was 7.30am until 9.30am, so I asked Summer to be back by 9am at the latest. I left the door unlocked and had a bit of much needed sleep.
Summer was back at 9.05am, with wet hair, and she rushed to get a few clothes on to get to breakfast, promising me details afterwards. Colin was already down in the dining room when we got there, although there was no communication between them.
Back in the room Summer was straight on the bed tempting me to join her. I put the 'do-not-disturb' sign outside the door and stripped naked and jumped on the bed. Summer was wearing a mini skirt, panties and jumper, and spread her legs, bending her knees, and asked me to go down on her. I had a long passionate kiss first, hands up her jumper, before I pulled it off. Then I dragged her panties down and licked her wet cunt before parting her lips and slipping my tongue up her. Her skirt was wrapped around her waist and she was pulling my hair to make me go deeper, and the suddenly she flipped over onto her front and raised her bottom and told me to fuck her.
As I gripped her hips, and pushed my cock into her, Summer started telling me that Colin had fucked her in the shower. He had a much better shower than us of course, and lifted her up against the tiles as she wrapped her arms and legs round him. Before this he had continued trying to make her play with herself, apparently it's a fetish of his. He picked the wrong one in Summer for this. He was naked with an erection when she arrived and when she had took her coat off, Colin wanted her to stand on a towel in front of the shower and show him how she washes herself in the shower. He gave her some baby oil instead of shower gel.
He watched her massaging the baby oil into her breasts and between her legs and bottom, telling Summer it was exactly the same as playing with herself, except that she now just needed to start fingering herself. It embarrassed Summer, especially when he took a few more photos. Later that night he wanted to watch Summer lay on a few towels and rub baby oil into herself. Anyway, Colin had cum, I had cum, Summer didn't, and we fell asleep for a while before deciding to go a walk into town and decide where we were going that night.
Summer dressed in her pink shorts and t-shirt from yesterday, with a new thong and ankle socks with her trainers. We walked part of the way on the beach and I reminded Summer she would be walking the opposite direction naked one night soon, which made her grab my arm and hang on tight. She told me a few more things about Colin. He was only staying at our hotel another day, which I was relieved about, but was then going to come back next weekend for a few more days. Summer spoke about his hairy chest, which was like a scouring pad against her skin when he fucked her, and she said he lives in Ireland and is in the hotel business.
Colin wanted her to go to his room later that night, whenever she had finished her challenges. I had mentioned it was probably best not to tell him, but she did anyway. She said he didn't mind whatever time of night it was, but she would then stay there until breakfast time. Summer also said she wanted to do the dare again where she sat in the bar until she got picked up. I again wasn't so keen, partly because of the younger guys trying it on, and also because Colin wasn't the harmless, grateful 60's year old that I imagined. Summer said it excited her so much sat there feeling vulnerable, and it was an amazing feeling, the apprehension, a bit of fear, feeling over exposed, not knowing. Actually, just like her early days of being a Groupie.
We went into the town center and looked at a couple of entertainment venues for later that day, and then went down to an area of amusements and funfairs. What happened next was one of a few major events in our lives.
We heard some loud speaker announcements in the distance and some crowd jeering, and headed that way to find out what was happening. We came to an open area, fenced off on three sides with a crowd of around 100 people, and a man on a small stage with a microphone. There were four men with him, a couple of them in leotards, and the other two dressed as an American cowboy and a Russian looking guy with a Soviet flag. The impression we immediately got was some kind of American funfair sideshow, coupled with memories of old Western films where a doctor rolls into town in his horse drawn wagon and starts selling his 'remedy for all afflictions'. Totally weird!
Actually, it was a 'Professional Wrestling' show. Not the usual type where they advertise an event, sell tickets in advance, and put on a show. This was run like some kind of confidence trick. The man on the microphone was attempting to get the crowd worked up, some people were shouting out insults, the wrestlers were responding, and challenging the hecklers, and then the MC announced that the show was due to start and everybody should get in before it sold out.
The hecklers in the crowd were planted there, in fact they were other wrestlers, and there was a couple of guys at the back who stared pushing the crowd towards an entrance into what was a nightclub which they had presumably hired for the afternoon. As the crowd surged forward, they went through a foyer and funneled into a long corridor, where everyone was relieved of £5, and sent into the nightclub area and told to buy a drink before the show started.
Summer was swept along with the crowd. I pushed to the side and stood back. I knew she had no money on her and presumed she would be back out in a minute, or was this a new opportunity for her? Showbiz, well just about. Celebrities, Hmm, possibly not.
With all the crowd in, I was shocked to find that the hecklers, wrestlers, and MC all came out again and started attracting another crowd. After around twenty minutes, the doors opened again and the next hundred punters were ushered in. Then it happened all over again, and when the club was full, the show started, although it wasn't a long show, an hour at the most. Then the 300 or so punters were ushered out of a back door, and the whole thing began again. Apparently it was a weekly event during the summer season, with different wrestlers taking part, but no one who was actually well known.
It was three hours before Summer came back out. I was going out of my mind by now, although I presumed I knew what would be happening. She looked disheveled, to say the least. I could see spunk in her long auburn hair, her face was bright red, her nipples stuck out visibly through her jumper, and her trainers were wet, so much so she was squelching as she walked. I asked where the hell she had been, and quickly got the answer -- being fucked.
We were walking fast back to the hotel, I passed Summer my comb and told her she had spunk in her hair, and she tried to drag the comb though it. At one point I got behind her and saw her pink shorts were darker at the back, where there was a wet patch growing. I tried to make conversation, asking if she was alright, had she enjoyed the afternoon. I didn't get much response.