A Holiday with Friends

A Holiday with Friends


Andy and I had been on a training exercise in North Africa with our regiment, we
were ready for a holiday. We had spent the first few days just chilling out
during the day and going to bars in the evenings. The girls had wanted to go to
a nightclub all week but Andy and I weren’t into the idea at all. We were quite
happy sitting in bars, watching the totty, playing pool and getting pissed.
Still, it was their holiday too and we made an exception for the sake of good
relations.

We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner and whilst twirling his spaghetti,
Andy splashed his white shirt with sauce. Sue laughed at him and said that none
of the birds could be interested in him tonight because now he looked a mess.
Andy was indignant and said that we stood a better chance than either of them.
Just for a laugh Jane said, “We look so hot I bet we’re fighting those Italian
blokes off tonight.”

“Yeah, right. You pair of biffers stand about as much chance as a scabby dog,” I
said leaping to my mates defence.

“OK,” said Sue. “We’ll have a bet on it then shall we, see if you put your money
where your mouth is?”

Andy was still laughing at the sarcastic comments that were flashing from both
sides of the table and then said, “Alright, we’ll have a giggle. We’ll go to
this club of yours. Tony and me will go in together and you pair follow us after
a few minutes. You’ll just be in time to see us leaving with a couple of Swedish
birds.”

Sue and Jane looked at each other and then simultaneously said. “Right, you’re
on.”

Jane added that we really ought to have some rules, the rest of us agreed and we
spent the next hour or so deciding what reasonable behaviour was. It was
eventually decided that there should be no kissing, definitely no groping and
that the winner was the first pair to successfully enter into a conversation
lasting at least ten minutes with two others whom we met there.

I remember whispering to Andy that if the girls were looking like they might win
we would claim that we fancied each other and were therefore the winners. On
hearing that, he relaxed and we just enjoyed our dinner.

Jane occasionally glanced at me, giving a little wink or a smile. She was
beautiful, her eyes sparkled and she had a body that was very obviously worked
out on a regular basis. I often went training with her and would laugh to myself
at the way guys would stop their routine to watch her, some would even move
nearer to eyeball her tight round ass and thong that cut up between her
buttocks. She liked to show it off and regularly wore clothes that left little
to the imagination. She was quite a prize really and I knew it.

Sue wasn’t bad looking either, but she didn’t have Jane’s blatant sexuality. Her
face was what you might call traditionally pretty. She was slim and her long
blonde hair cascaded down her back. She had large breasts which I had had seen
for the first time at the beach earlier in the day. I had never found big tits
particularly appealing but these were a nice shape. Her waist was slim, her arse
looked firm and Andy had told me that she shaved her cunt regularly.

After the meal we set off for the nightclub, there was silence in the car as we
drove along the harbour road and past all the millionaires yachts and
super-launches. I parked in a dimly lit carpark just around the corner. We got
out of the car and watched Jane and Sue enter the club. Andy and I headed into
the nearest bar next as agreed and after a beer we followed on.

The place was packed. Andy and I headed to the bar and sat down on the high
stools, we ordered beers and looked around the place. I noticed the girls
sitting at a table, they both had half-full glasses and were on their own. I
1000 nudged Andy and made some joke about them being alone.

He said, “So what do we do now?”

“Dunno mate, s’pose we’d better scope some totty and get this show on the road,”
I said.

“Ah, fuck that.