Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 17:06:30 +0000 From: Nake Body Subject: Package Holiday Chapter 5 Package Holiday Chapter Five: Biased Rules It's strange, isn't it, when you wake up and have to take a few minutes to figure out where you are? Today, Tuesday, was one of those days. It took a while to register that I was in a log cabin in a holiday camp, sharing with a guy called Simon who I hadn't met until I arrived here. It gradually dawned on me that we were sharing more than just the cabin. After an emotional argument the previous evening, we had sworn at each other, and eventually, distraught at what seemed to be the end of our friendship, Simon had crept into my bed, apologised, and we managed to get some sleep. I climbed over the still slumbering Simon, and went to the bathroom. I looked at my watch as I returned. It was seven o'clock. I got back into the bed. After a while he said sleepily: "You got back in!" "In what?" I asked, wanting him to spell it out. "In bed with me!" he spelled out. "It's my fucking bed, for Christ's sake!" I responded. "Sorry, I just thought you might feel better being as far from me as you possibly could." "Why?" I asked. "After the way I behaved last night. Tricking you into taking off your shorts, and then touching you up! It was inexcusable." He still had his back to me, as he spoke, unable to face me and look me in the eye. "And what about me, teasing you like that, chucking my shorts away?" I asked.. "I hoped you'd take the whole thing as horseplay!" he said. "I just didn't know how to play it, and we fell out." "Perhaps you were right, after all!" Simon agreed. "We should have agreed to split up after the first evening, so as to be able to stay friends. We'd better split, before we get really angry with each other." "Not right now, though," I said. "Why's that?" he asked. "Because I've got to get my own back, first!" I said, and, reaching down under the bedclothes, I grabbed his shorts, pulled them right off, and threw them across the room. I pinned him down by putting an arm across his waist, and a leg over his legs. . "Bastard!" he said, trying to wriggle out of my grip. "You'll only make it worse if you try to escape. If I am to get my own back, you must submit!" He stopped wriggling, and lay still. I ran my hands up inside his pyjama top, stroking his chest, then I yanked it over his head and threw it in the direction of his shorts. I had him next to me, naked, and I started to tickle his chest. He squirmed a little. Then I ran my hand down to his tummy again, and gently stroked downwards, until I felt the mound of his pubic hair. I riffled my fingers through it, and, meeting no resistance, slowly continued to move it down. I was just making contact with his half-hard cock, when he jumped out of bed, and disappeared into the bathroom so fast he denied me even a glimpse. I heard the shower running, and before long he emerged covered by a towel. I followed him into the bathroom, and before long we were both dressed and heading towards the camp cafe. Over breakfast we decided what to do with the day - swim, sloop, and siesta, in that order. We lingered over breakfast, reading our respective papers. Simon got up first, and announced he was going back to the cabin to change into his swimming trunks. "I'll follow you down. I need to stop off at the camp shop to pick up some razor blades," I said. I was just leaving the shop when I bumped into Irene. "Ah! Great! I was just coming to see you, but you've saved me the journey. You know I did you that favour the other night?" she asked. "Er, yes," I said, guardedly. "Well, I was telling my mate Marj, and she thought it was a good wheeze! She's bet me the same as Simon bet you - £20 if I get a bloke back to the cabin for a drink!" she said. "I wondered if you could return the favour?" "Like you asked, what's in it for me?" I asked. "Same as Simon's bet. There's a smacked botty in it for you!" I didn't really want to be separated from Simon for another whole evening, and anyway, what would happen to our nightly challenge? "What time are you thinking of?" I asked. "Marj gave me till half past ten!" she said. "I'll be there at ten!" I agreed. It would be churlish not to return the favour. "Meet me in the disco bar at quarter to!" With that, we parted, and I wandered back to the cabin to change for swimming. Soon we were doing lengths, then having a bit of a splash around. We collapsed on to sunbeds at the poolside, and lazed around until we suddenly realised it was midday. "Sloop!" we said simultaneously, and rushed back to the cabin, to change into shorts and T-shirt. Before long we were facing a dartboard in the village pub. Over our toasted sandies, between mouthfuls of bitter we discussed our plans for the evening. "Your penalty, my challenge, I believe!" Simon said. "Ah, there's a slight snag there!" I said, and told him about my encounter with Irene. "I agree, you'll have to go. She probably will actually gain £20, which, of course, you didn't." "Don't remind me!" I said. "I've paid the price!" "So you probably won't be clear before eleven, at the earliest. Too late for a complex challenge. Let's keep it simple," he said. "I've got an idea for both challenge and penalty which would be ideal for a late start!" I said. "OK! It's all yours, then!" agreed Simon. I started scribbling on a slip of paper, which I had started to bring along at lunchtime now, as a matter of course. It took me quite a while to write, and when I'd finished I passed the paper to Simon. "After the last game, I've made sure I've stipulated watertight rules!" I grinned. "It almost sounds like a legal document. People like me need that sort of protection with people like you about!" Simon cuffed me affectionately round the back of my head, and read the slip in his hands sotto voce: "Challenge: Play darts now. Whoever wins the best of five games playing to 501 wins the challenge. This evening, shuffle six playing cards -ace, two three, four, five and six. Play a game of strip jack naked, each wearing eight items of clothing including four items of footwear. When losing a hand in the strip poker game, the loser of the challenge must remove the item denoted by the next card he turns up. Six removes two shoes, five removes two socks, four for sweater, three for shirt, two for trousers, and the ace removes underpants. The winner of the challenge may remove his own choice of clothing when losing a hand, and each shoe and sock counts as one item. The game shall terminate when one player has lost two hands playing naked. After losing a hand played naked, the player shall take up any position instructed by the winner of the hand, and be tickled for one minute. After losing a second such hand, the tickling time shall be increased to two minutes, followed by the loser paying a forfeit. "What do you think?" I asked him. "It's certainly legalistic!" exclaimed Simon. "But under all those words, I think you're a bastard with a perverted mind!" "You're chicken, then?" I asked, indignantly. "Me? Never! It's brilliant! One of us is going to be a real loser tonight, and it's going to be you!!" We finished our grub, got in another round, and grabbed hold of a set of darts each. It was a walkover. Simon had hit form, and I, nervous at the prospect of losing despite the penalty being of my own devising, threw my arrows all over the place. "You're crap today!" laughed Simon, winning two games to nil, and just about to throw with a score of 453. I could see defeat staring me in the face. Simon took aim, and threw a triple twenty. "Oh, am I going to have fun tonight!" he grinned, with a threatening leer on his face. "Nonsense! Despite the bias in the rules, it won't affect me as I'm going to win ten games outright!" I retorted. By the time we had finished, it was nearly three o'clock, and we headed back to the cabin and crashed out. After our 'siesta' we showered, changed, and decided to visit the top a la carte restaurant on the site. Despite it being on a holiday camp site, it was silver service, with soft background music, and an ambience that lent itself to relaxing and unwinding. We ordered our meals, and a bottle of Chianti. We finished the meal feeling quite mellow, and headed for the bar. After a couple of drinks, I met up with Irene, and Simon made his way back to our cabin. "See you later Si!" I said as he left, winking at him. Irene and I went back to her cabin, where I was introduced to Marj, quite a shapely piece. I could hardly wait to get those jeans off her and my hands round her bum. Meanwhile, she was pouring three drinks. "Cheers!" she exclaimed, holding her glass of white wine aloft. We all sat down and started sipping. "Twenty pounds, please, Marj!" demanded Irene. "He's got to do his tasks first," muttered Marj, mysteriously. "He might be too shy to do them!" "What's all this about tasks?" I asked. "I'm not too shy to spank your bum, like Irene promised!" Irene and Marj looked at each other, ominously. Marj spoke. "Um, there is a spanked bum involved but it's not quite so straightforward as you seem to think! If Irene could get a man back here who was willing to strip naked and have his willy tickled, I would give Irene twenty pounds and let him spank my bum!" "I think I need another drink!" I said, pressing my glass into Irene's hand. She poured me another and pleaded with me. "Go on! Simon all but stripped off for your bet!" Feeling under obligation I said "Go on, then - but I do the spanking first!" "We'll compromise," offered Marj. "You strip off, then you get to spank me, then we play with your willy!" "Done!" I said. "Into the bedroom with you then!" squealed Marj.. Both girls followed me into the bedroom, shut the door, and pulled the curtains. "Take them off slowly, and pass each item to me!" ordered Marj. I got the easy bit over first, trainers and socks, and gave them to Marj, who took them out into the lounge. When she returned I pulled off my sweater and handed it to her. "Jeans next!" she ordered. I unzipped them, dropped them, and gave them to her. "Wait a sec," she said, and disappeared into the lounge, returning without them. "Pants!" she demanded. I slipped them off, but, having a long T-shirt, revealed virtually nothing. Of course, this wouldn't last! I gave them to her, and once again they were spirited away. "Now, ever so slowly, remove your T-shirt!" whispered Marj. I held it with both hands at the waist, and raised it very slowly, exposing myself as I did, until the waist was above my head. "Hold it there a minute!" said Irene. I held my arms above my head, grasping my T-shirt, unable to see what was going on. I heard a door open and then close. "OK!" called Irene. I finished pulling it off, and found myself standing stark naked in front of another four girls, who were all giggling at me. I covered my embarrassment with my hands. "Come on Marj! Spanked botty time!" I sat down on a bedside chair and patted m y lap, indicating her to lie over me. She was just about to move into position, when I stopped her. "I only spank bare botties!" I protested. "Get your drawers off!" "Yes! Get 'em off!" chorused her friends, and she had not option but to take her jeans and knickers off. She laid over me face down, showing off her delicious arse. I parted her legs and started stroking the hairy lips of her cunt. I ran my finger between the lips, until I found the little lump at the end, which I wrinkled between my finger and thumb for a bit. Then I landed six light stroked on her cheeks. When she got up, I was only slightly hard, due to her weight pressing down on my prick. "On the bed, then!" ordered Marj. I lay face up on the bed, and awaited my fate. Marj knelt between my legs, and Irene put a knee each side of my head, giving me a view of the miniscule crotch of her knickers. Then the hands started playing moving from the top down, and the bottom up, gradually meeting in the middle, where they started stroking and tickling my balls and prick. All this was in full view of their friends, of course. It took very little time before I had a raging erection. "Ooh! Isn't it big!" cooed Irene. "Nothing special," remarked Marj. "How many have you seen, then?" "Well, it's my first!" admitted Irene. "But I can't believe that one would fit in where it is supposed to!" "Don't you believe it!" retorted Marj, who, still naked from the waist down, straddled me, and taking hold of my prick, guided it up inside her as she settled her weight on me. "Check it out, why don't you?" she asked. Irene got off the bed, and came round to the other end. I could feel her tickling my balls, as she physically checked that my prick was buried entirely in Marj's cunt. Marj started rocking up and down on me. "Stop!" I said, frantically. "I'm going to come any minute!" "That would be a shame, wouldn't it girls?" laughed Marj, getting off me. "Yes!" they chorused. Marj went over to them, and took a five pound note from each of the four visitors. "Not so fast!" she shouted at me, noticing I was getting off the bed. She pushed me back flat on the bed. "You've actually charged your friends a fiver to watch you having your bum spanked, and me played around with?" I asked, indignantly. "Not quite!" replied Marj. "They're paying the fiver to watch you come!" And so saying two pairs of hands pinned my shoulders to the bed, tow more sets gripped my ankles and yanked them wide apart, and Marj was back kneeling between my knees, playing relentlessly with my genitals. I couldn't resist. The pleasure got more and more intense, until suddenly I exploded, and came all over my belly, six pairs of eyes watching every spurt. Then they all moved away from me, stood by the bed, and clapped. Irene brought in my clothes, and Marj handed me a box of tissues. They left me in private to clean up and get dressed. I went back into the lounge, and found the other girls had gone. Irene handed me another drink. "Well earned!" she said, and planted a little kiss on my cheek. Marj handed her the four fivers. "Your winnings!" she said, giving them to Irene. "Time I was gone! Last time I help you out!" I said ruefully to Irene. And I left, heading back towards Simon and my cabin, wondering if I had the stamina left to play out the penalty I had set at lunchtime .... To be continued .....