Usually when I'm planning an overseas holiday I've got cultural destinations in mind, but the miserable spring weather had been leaving me desperate for a warmer climate. A websearch soon led to a bargain last minute holiday in Benidorm. I'd never been to this famous, or should that be infamous British holiday destination. For once I was just looking to relax in the sun and take in the atmosphere. The writer in me wondered if there was inspiration to be had for a story, and yes in the back of my mind the thought a bit of a holiday hook up was there too.
So a few days later, here I was on a warm Thursday night, sitting at my second bar of the night. I was nursing a cool Belgium lager, watching the world go by when my gaze was caught by two laughing women who had pulled up at one of the tables on the promenade. They were obviously sharing a ribald joke with a trio young lads sat at the next one. From their identical T-shirts with some bloke's gurning face printed on, they were on a stag weekend. I put the women in their early sixties, both tanned and dressed for the hot summer night.
The nearer one was a dark haired brunette, generously blessed in both the hips and chest. She was standing up and trying on a cheeky wiggle for the young men, one of whom made a grab for waist and pulled her unresistingly in for a quick kiss on the lips, to the roar of approval from his mates. I saw now her peroxided blonde friend was sitting on a mobility scooter. She had a plump apple shaped body, and dressed a little more modestly in light summer clothers, compared to her pal who had gone for shorts and a rainbow coloured top with an enjoyably plunging neckline.
A couple of minutes later, I heard goodbyes being called and saw the three lads getting up and moving down the promenade, waving at the two women and seemingly the bar in general. Brunette weaved her way to the bar and stood next to me. I liked her laughing eyes, but I could also see there was something a little deflated about her mood too. She felt my gaze and I smiled as she turned. I asked if she was enjoying the night.
"Aye, Hannah and I are out on the prowl. You?"
"Yes, so far. Not been here long. You seem to be good at making friends."
"Yeah I like to think I'm good at it but..."
"But...?"
At this moment the bartender reached us. She ordered a couple of large white wines, and I decided to take the plunge and offer to pay for them. After a moment of thought she consented. I introduced myself and she told me her name was Brandy. Whilst they were being poured I prompted her. She continued, "Well it seems to be hard to get any guys to hang around. These boys are always up for a quick grope of anything with a pair of tits, but it's just a laugh and then they move on looking for younger lasses. At the most you might get a drink out of them."
"Well maybe you need to find some men, not boys."
"Oh yes? But even older guys don't really want to know this trip. It's 'cos Hannah's on that scooter. She's had to use since last autumn because of her knees, but men think she's disabled or suchlike. Too much trouble. But I'm not going to go off and leave her flat alone." We picked up our drinks and began to make our way back to her. "She's still the same woman she ever was."
"What are you two talking about?" asked Hannah with mock indignation.
"I said you're still up for it!" Brandy grinned.
"Pimping me out now? You cheeky slag!" roared Hannah.
We got talking. The women revealed that they regularly holidayed together, originally with their husbands, but Hannah was now a widow, whilst Brandy's had "buggered off with some fat checkout girl he got up the duff". It turned out that not only were we all Northerners, but we had quite a bit else in common. Another round of drinks quickly followed and the anecdotes were getting raunchier. I couldn't help but keep noticing Brandy's jiggling breasts, whilst guessing what Hannah's full figure looked like was getting me horny too. Both of them had complimented me as handsome too. I began to feel we were begin to circle around the question of what was going to happen next. I didn't want to mood to become awkward so I suggested taking the party indoors. I would have been happy to suggest a taxi to my place but the women were much keener on returning to their holiday home, where apparently they had a good stock of booze. "And whatever else we need" said Brandy with a corny wink.
It started in the lift. We let Hannah ride in first, then followed. As soon as the door slid shut, Brandy put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. I was only too ready to respond. When Hannah told us to calm down, I broke off and bent down to kiss her too, massaging her shoulders.
