Ohope Beach, Chapter One

Ohope Beach Chapter 1.
It was summer 65 and a bunch of my mates and I travelled down to Ohope Beach, on the east coast of North Island NZ, for a boozy camping holiday. We descended on the town on our motorbikes, having ridden down from Auckland. One of the fathers had delivered a tent and some camping gear for us, as he drove through to Opotiki, where they had a holiday Bach. This was the main reason we had chosen Ohope Beach as our summer destination, and the fact it was meant to have dozens of girls there and no guys. Rumour had it that all the guys went to the big party beach’s North of there – Mt Maunganui etc.
The rumours were pretty accurate, although the girls were mostly fifteen or younger. We were all around eighteen, and the legal age in NZ was sixteen, so we thought we may have made a mistake. One of our mates had an Anglia van and we had filled it up with quite a few cartons of beer, a dozen pint bottles of DB brown or Lion Red in each. The campground owner was not that happy at seeing us, I guess he felt he had a biker gang on his hands. But we were all pretty respectable, and holding down good jobs, the campsite had been prepared and Shane’s father had already setup the tent etc. He must have had some inkling of the fact we were a lot of young hot blooded youths though, as we were right down the far end of the camp, as far away from the showers and kitchens as you could get.
We proceed to party as soon as we had our sleeping bags off the bikes and into the tent. By 8:00pm that night we had our first of many warnings about keeping the noise down and to stop harassing the girls. I might add that we did not see one girl that objected to our catcalls and yells of appreciation for a descent bikini etc. A couple of the boys got a girl back into the tent that night, but mostly we just got pissed and had a lot of fun. We didn’t really upset too many people, and quite a few of the people around us joined in and had a good time as well.
The next day we spent on the beach, did a bit of surfing, but as we only had two boards, mostly we just sunbathed and told stories. We had quite a following of young girls, but it was obvious the majority were never going to be let out that night to party with us guys. So the talk turned around to our packing up and heading back up to Mt Maunganui where we had spent the previous Christmas. Those arguing against moving, pointed out that we would struggle to get a camp site there now, and it was going to be bloody difficult to carry the tent up there on our bikes. I wasn’t that keen on moving, as the others seemed to have very short memories, we had not exactly been overrun with females when we had stayed at the Mount the year before. The consensus was we would give it another day.
That afternoon I met a cute little redhead named Jenny, who I quickly found out knew who we were, as her elder brother worked with some of us guys. We swam and chatted until dinner time, then arranged that she would try and sneak out to our party that night. We started drinking about 4:00pm and were really raving by 7:00pm when Jenny turned up to tell me her parents wouldn’t let her out. I walked her back to the campsite, and spoke to her dad, but although he seemed OK about me, he would not give in, the reputation of our end of the camping ground had preceded me. She walked back with me part of the way, gave me a kiss and arranged to meet with me at a park further down the beach, after lunch the next day. There was a walk through some native bush at the back of this park, so I was dreaming about what that may lead too.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of drinks, jokes played on one another and teasing the guys that had managed to get a girl for the night.
The next morning, we talked with some guys camped near us, and found that they were traveling up to the Mount the next day, as some camp sites had come free. Also they said we could get the tent on their trailer if we wanted. So we all agreed to pack and leave the next morning. About 10:00am my mate Phil and I headed down for a shower, right down the other end of the camp of course. As we meandered along the camp road between the tents and caravans, a car drove up behind and tooted us. We turned around to find two girls in a falcon station wagon trying to drive past us. Phil was always a cheeky bugger, and would not get out of the way; making them stop, then he leaned in the passenger window and proceeded to chat up the girl on that side. I headed for the driver window, ” hey beautiful, where you going”. I was confronted with an attractive lady that was obviously a lot older than the young girl sitting beside her. My immediate thought was “Bugger” I have picked the wrong side. The young lady Phil was chatting up was a real stunner; she looked about seventeen and was wearing a yellow halter- neck over her bikini top and cut-off jeans. The girl I had in front of me, was obviously a bit older, I guessed about 26 and also very attractive. Now I have always had the gift of the gab, and no problems talking to older women. In fact, of the girls I had dated so far, I always got on really well with their mothers. So much so, that in a couple of cases, I got some dangerous vibes from the fathers.
“Cheeky young man” she quipped back, “I am old enough to be your mother and I’m sure you are not the slightest bit interested in where we are going”.
“My Mother! I don’t think so; you must think I am about two years old”.
“That’s very nice of you, but this is my daughter that your friend is trying to chat up”. She said.
“No way, you’re just trying to put me off. You two look so much alike, you must be sisters”.
“You sure do talk some rubbish, but keep it up; you may get to believe it”. She said, giving me a mock serious look.
I just laughed and replied that no matter what she said, I could not believe she was old enough to have a daughter that age. “Beside you are far too pretty to be a mother, with the best set of tits I have seen at this beach. What are your names”?
“Allison! And this is my daughter Hayley. And you can keep the language clean around my daughter thanks”.
“Sorry, not sure why that popped out”. Then I whispered to her. “But absolutely true all the same – they are incredible boobs”. “You had better watch, as I am so young, I may try breast feeding”. She tried to look shocked but was trying not to smile, obviously very pleased I liked her tits.
“Hey mum, shall we go to Phil and Dave’s party tonight? It’s in that tent where we noticed all the partying last night”. This from Hayley, who had obviously not heard anything we had said. Phil must have been talking up a storm with her. I suddenly realized that this was her mother. Shit she was sitting there behind the wheel in a cotton dress like the ones you pull over a bikini on the beach, but it was much better fitting; but she didn’t have a bikini under it, as I could see her bra through the cotton; fantastic legs.
“There is no way you and I are going near that tent, young lady.
“Awe mum, we were so bored last night, you said you wished there was a party going on”.
“Not with these guys, if they can stay sober, they can come around and have a drink with us”.
“I’m only 2 and don’t drink, Allison”. I replied. Hayley looked bewildered, as she had no idea what I was talking about. But she mouthed “please come, it’s so boring here”.
Allison burst out laughing. “Very good, we may see you later then”. With that she let out the clutch and drove off.
Phil wanted to know what that was all about. He was all talk about how great Hayley was and that we were definitely in with a chance.
As we walked on to the showers, I told him he may be OK but I had no chance, as attractive as Allison was, she had to be 20 years older than me, was married and would never be interested. But Phil would not be put off, he said that like it or not, I was going with him tonight, if only to entertain Allison so he had a chance at getting alone with Hayley.
After lunch, I walked down to the park and met Jenny. She apologized for last night and cuddled up to me.