Package Holiday
Chapter One: The Arrival
The holiday camp had sounded different. Set in the heart of rugged countryside, the accommodation was in log cabins, built on the Canadian style. My first time on holiday away from my parents, at nineteen I had booked a double cabin for my girl-friend and me. Alas, it had all gone wrong. Her parents never had approved of me, and had finally persuaded her to cancel - just three days before we were due to leave. They had booked a last minute trip to Florida, and that beat the English Holiday Camp hands down!
I had tried to cancel, and re-book a single cabin, but there were none left, so I was lumbered with her costs, too.
It was Saturday afternoon when I arrived, a hot sunny one. Struggling through the crowds in the reception area all checking in, I made it to the counter. A receptionist wearing a name badge bearing the name Alison found my details. "Sorry about the last minute cancellation of your friend," she said. "We really do have no singles left. We only have a handful, anyway." "Uh, no matter. I'll just about be able to run to the extra cost." "But what we can do is offer you a share. Another holidaymaker who was coming with a mate of his has been let down. If you are both willing to share, we can relet one of the doubles and charge you half the original amount each."
"What's he like?" I asked. "I mean, is he young, old, clever, clean, ugly - would I get on with him?" Alison smiled. "He's already gone down to his cabin. Take a key, and go on down. He's expecting you. If either of you think you can't get on together for a whole week, come back within half an hour, and I'll allocate you your original double, single occupied. If you're not back within that time, the deal's off, and you share."
She couldn't offer fairer than that. I wandered through the grounds, and eventually found the cabin. They were two storey affairs, with an outside wooden staircase to the top deck. Ours was the lower one. Feeling a bit nervous, I turned my key in the lock, and entered.
The cabin was quite narrow. There were two single beds along one wall, foot to foot, and a door in the space between them. On one bed was a half-emptied suitcase, but no sign of its owner. "What do I do if he doesn't show within the half hour?" I thought. "What do I do then?" "Cooee!" I called. "Coming!" came a voice from behind the door, which then opened, and out came my cabin-share, wearing nothing but a towel round his waist.
"Hi, I'm Simon!" he smiled, and, extending a hand, grabbed mine and shook it heartily. "Sorry, I was in the bathroom. Needed a shower after the journey!"
That answered one question - he was clean! He was also about my own age, and certainly not ugly. Short black hair topped his youthful face. What I could see of his body was lean and fit looking.
"Dan!" I replied. "Pleased to meet you!" "I gather we've got half an hour to decide whether we like each other enough to spend a week in the same cabin!" he said. "That's not long, so question number one - do you fart?" I reddened a bit. "'fraid so!" I admitted. "Fine!" he laughed, "so do I. Couldn't bear sharing with someone who disapproved! Now ask me one!"
"What do you do?" I asked "I'm a trainee in IT," Simon replied. "In my spare time I booze and swim. Oh, and I'm a bit of a gambler. Like a game of cards, but will gamble on just about anything. How about you?" "Just about to go to Uni, to read Physics," I told him. "In my spare time I booze, too, and like to draw and sketch. Not averse to an occasional swim!"
"The big question is," said Simon, "are we going to hit it off? Do you mind what time I go to bed and get up in the morning?" "Nope!" I grinned. "If you disturb me, though, you'll feel the sharp end of my pillow!" "Good! You can stay!" offered Simon. "Ah, but I'm not sure if you have any dirty habits I couldn't put up with!" I said, in a serious tone. Simon looked alarmed. "Like what?" "Wanking in mid-afternoon!" I said. "Everybody wanks, surely?" he asked. "Yes, but not necessarily in mid-afternoon!" I laughed.
Simon punched me playfully. "Bastard!" he said. "You had me worried there for a minute! And anyway, it's mid-afternoon now, and I'm plainly not wanking!" "I don't know what you were doing in the bathroom!" I laughed. "I told you. Showering! Didn't have time to completely dry myself. My legs are still wet. Here, feel!"
He lifted a corner of his towel up to his waist, revealing the side of his right buttock. I could see it was covered in beads of water, but I stroked it, nevertheless. "OK! You're no liar! You've got a wet bum. I'll stay!" I decided. "OK! You're a doubting Thomas, but you've got nice soft hands! You can stay!" he smiled, dropping his towel back down to cover his upper leg.
We shook hands on it. Simon grabbed a handful of clothes from his case, and disappeared back into the bathroom to get dressed. I started unpacking. When Simon emerged comfortably dressed in casual trousers and shirt, he lounged on his bed. "So, do we stay loners for the week, or knock around together?" he asked. "Let's eat and have a few drinks together this evening, and when we wake up tomorrow, see if we can stand the sight of each other," I suggested. "Good idea!" he agreed. "It will work better too, if we were to pick up a couple of women, and want to bring them back. Otherwise, three would be a crowd."
I picked out some clothes for the evening, went into the bathroom., stripped off, and dived under the shower. Feeling much refreshed, I stepped out, and was just about to start towelling dry, when the door opened and Simon walked in. I quickly wrapped the towel round my waist. "Don't bother to knock!" I protested. "Is the half hour up? I've changed my mind!" "It will be by the time you've dressed and got up there!" smiled Simon, walking over to the toilet and helping himself to a pee. I stood there, waiting.
When he finished, he looked at me, and said : "Fair do's. You saw me in my towel. Don't get all shy! Bet you're too shy to let me see if you're as wet as I was after the shower!"
I sighed. "Go on then!" I said, resignedly pulling up a corned of the towel to expose the side of a buttock. Simon stroked it, a little lingeringly, I thought. "True! You are wet!" he laughed, and just as he was about to leave the room, whipped the towel right off me and threw it through the door into the bedroom. I yelped, and, covering myself with my hands, ran past him to retrieve it. I returned to the bathroom, firmly locked the door, and dried and dressed.
As we walked past the other cabins to find the bar, I was sullenly silent. "Come on, speak to me!" Simon pleaded. "Bursting in on me, like that, when I was naked ..." I grumbled. "OK! I'm sorry! Next time I'll piss out the window," he joked. I relented. "Come on, let's find a bar and get pissed!" I said, cheering up.
A couple of pints later we had got to know each other much better. And we were getting on like a house on fire. It seemed Simon and his best mate had booked their holiday six months ago. Then his mate, who at the time was engaged, decided to get married in a hurry, and this was the only weekend the families could arrange it for, before the happy event. Leaving Simon high and dry like myself.
There was a choice of restaurants on the site, and we decided to go up market, to the one that had table cloths and wine glasses. We had a very nice meal, lingering over the second bottle of wine, and before we knew it, it was well past ten o'clock.
"Let's go find some women!" suggested Simon. Opposite the restaurant there was a disco in full swing. We went in, ordered a couple of brandies, and took a seat. Simon sounded rather slurred. "Bet you can't pull that one over there!" he said, his arm around my shoulder, indicating a rather tasty looking piece. "Betya I can!" I rejoined. The gambler in Simon came to the fore. "Watcha bet?" he challenged. "You're the gambler," I answered. "You name the stakes, I'll take the bet!2 "If you lose, you get a spanked botty tonight when we get back!" he leered. "And if I win?" "I get one when she's gone!" he agreed. "You're on!" I said, rising unsteadily to my feet, and tottering over to the wench in question.
"Like to dance?" I asked her, swaying somewhat as I did so. "Fuck off!" she hissed. "I take it that's a no, then?" I replied, looking very disappointed.
I rejoined Simon. "Who's for a smacked botty tonight then?" he smiled. "Unfair, I was too pissed. I don't know how, but I think she sensed it." We finished our brandies, and decided we'd had enough booze to last for at least three days. We carefully got up, and tottered back to our cabin.
Simon followed me in. "Gawd, it's bright in here!" he said. "Turn the light off!" I opened the bathroom door and turned the bathroom light on, then turned the main one off. "Better!" he said, pulling the curtains. He sat on the edge of his bed. "Going to crash out early tonight!" he said, stripped down to his underpants, and pulled his bed covers back. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come on then, I'm waiting!" he called. "What for? We've got no booze in here. Better get some to stock up, tomorrow!" "No! The bet! You lost! Smacked botty!" "Ah that! Thought you were joking!" I said, laughing it off.
Simon looked cross. "So you're going to rat on the bet, are you?" he said, frowning. "I thought we were buddies!" "OK then! Smack me!" "Well, get over my knee like a good boy, then!" he ordered.
I did as he told me, or rather fell on to his lap as I swayed unsteadily towards him. "No!" he was still slurring. "It's a smacked botty you want, not smacked trousers! Get ready for bed, then take your punishment!"
I removed my shirt, and then rolled off my bed onto the floor, almost unable to get up. He reached down and helped me, by undoing my belt, and starting the zip going. I finished unzipping them, and he pulled them off my feet by the turnips. He pulled off my socks in the process. I struggled up again, and got over his lap, with just my thin white cotton slip to soften the blows.
"Do your worst!" I said. "Six of the best!" Simon took hold of the leg elastic holding the cotton in place over my bum, and pulled each side tight in to the middle, so the back of the slip was hidden in my crack. To all intents and purposes, I had a bare bum.
"Now let's see, where shall I place the blows?" he mused to himself. His hand started to explore my cheeks. He parted my legs and pulled the gusset elastic to one side, too, exposing the back of my scrotum. He felt around the top of the inside of my thighs, brushing the back of his hand ever so lightly, (accidentally?) against the side of my balls. Then the smacks started landing. Thwack! Thwack! After six of these on bare buttock, he stopped.
"OK! Well taken! You can get up now!" he laughed.
As I stood up, I realised I had developed a hard on during the horseplay. I swivelled to face away from him, but in my drunken state, rolled over on to the floor, face up! Simon could see the hard rod pushing against my underpants. "I do believe you've got a hard-on!" he grinned. I struggled up to my feet and my face reddened. I turned away from him. He came up behind me and playfully tugged at my pants, trying to drag them tom the ground.
"Let's have a look then!" he laughed. I turned, and soon we were locked in a tussle, both trying to remove each others pants. Before long we were panting, out of breath. "OK, let's call it a day!" sighed Simon, sinking back relaxed on to his bed.
I did the same.
It had been a pleasant day, followed by a bit of harmless horseplay when we returned to our cabin worse for wear. I had a good night's sleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring forth.
To be continued ...