18-30 holidays

I was nineteen and pretty inexperienced and a little shy. I had had sex with Betty, but that was nothing to shout about as everybody else had as well, she was known and the bike. Then I made two new mates they were both that bit older than me at twenty one and they both seemed to have a different bit of stuff hanging off their arms and would tell of their conquests. I just wanted a nice regular girlfriend. Then they suggested that I went with them on holiday. I had never been abroad before or on a plane and it seemed exciting. Oliver sorted it all out and all I had to do was pay my money and turn up with a passport.

Then John dropped out and it was just Oliver and I. Then two days before he turned up at the pub all beat up. I mean literally. He had been caught with someone else's girl and the guy had really worked him over. He had a broken hand, broken ribs and a pair of black eyes. He was on so many painkillers he wasn't allowed to drink. It was now that he told me that John had got some woman pregnant and that's why he wasn't going and Oliver told me that the doctors said he couldn't fly. I was on my own.

The holiday was an 18-30 type do and they had told me about the booze and pussy was equally available. I decided I would go anyway. Oliver gave me the tickets as they were non refundable. I was real nervous at the airport, especially with customs, but I was soon on the plane. I enjoyed the trip on my first flight and then I was on the coach to the hotel. It was a bit of a dump, but it was home for a fortnight. It was quite late and I decided on a rest. It was also very noisy with the windows open as it was so hot, and the noise went on until five in the morning.

The next morning I had some food and then went for a wander around. The place was almost deserted and it was almost ten o'clock. Where was everyone? The place seemed to start to come alive after lunch and I was listening to a bunch of lads bragging about their nights activities and where they had been. A bar called the Pineapple seemed to be favorites. I decided to find it ready for tonight. I took a wander and it wasn't far from the hotel. I could see lots of signs for happy hours and they all seemed to be after ten p.m.

I got talking to a couple of lads that said it wasn't worth going out until ten and they told me of another good bar. I decided I would have an afternoon rest if it was going to be a late one. At ten I wandered down the strip and already there was a few drunk people around. I got to the first bar and it was already crowded and blokes were hanging on and pawing at young girls who seemed to be enjoying it. I didn't know how to get started. I spotted three older women sat together and the lads seemed to be giving them a wide berth. I couldn't understand why, especially as I thought one of them was really hot. Then I heard a lad next to me say to a young girl, "If a fucks not on the cards can I have a dance." She was up in seconds dancing with him.

I thought I'd give it a go, especially as one of the three had just disappearance. I knew she was older probably thirty, but I thought what's the worse that could happen. Then the thought of Oliver and his injuries nearly stopped me. I took another swig of me extremely cheap drink and walked over. "If a fucks not on the cards can I have a dance," I asked. The two women looked at each other and laughed then she turned to me and said yes. I wondered was that a yes to a fuck or a dance. I soon found out that it was for the dance. Then I danced with her mate. I offered to get them some drinks just as the third one arrived back with a man in tow.

I sat talking to Evelyn the one I fancied and I think she took pity on me as I was alone and we danced several more times. Then we were seated again and she teased tell me more about this fuck. I told her that I wanted to take her to my room and kiss her all over, especially her boobs and her pussy and fuck her all night. She said, "Yeah and the two or three other lads in your room?" I told her I had a room to myself as my two mates had pulled out. I found myself walking back to my hotel with a thirty something woman knowing I was going to get fucked.

Well it was the best night of my life. I undressed her and kissed those sexy boobs of hers before sucking on her pussy. Then I did something I had never done before or since, I fucked her on the balcony from behind as she hung on to the

rail. Then I fucked her several times more in one of the beds. In the morning which started at eleven o'clock. I fucked her doggy style again. Then she told me she had better go and find her boyfriend!

I had a quiet day and that evening I went again to the same bar and the same three women were there. I was feeling much more confident as I went up and spoke to them. I asked the same one to dance and she said that her boyfriend would be there shortly and suggested that her mate would be a better bet. We were soon up dancing and she said, "so you have a room to yourself." I told her I did. Then she made it clear that she was up for it later. I had pulled and hadn't even tried. At one in the morning I was again walking back through the drunks to my hotel. Her mate had tagged along. The one that had disappeared and then returned with a bloke. I thought that she was going to her hotel.

Then I found myself in my room with not one , but two older women. If I thought the previous night was good, well I was in heaven, two lots of tits and two pussies. When they had finished with me I was treated to a girl on girl show. I was soon hard again and raring to go. In the morning I was just fucking one of them when the other one was getting dressed. She said something about her husband! I thought bloody hell, one has a boyfriend and this one is married. Then I noticed that they both had light patched on their ring fingers. They were both married and playing away.

I kept away from them and that bar in fear of what their husbands might do to me if the found out. I went to a different bar and I had a few more chat up lines and found that it was dead easy chatting up the girls and found myself in bed with one sometimes two different girls each night. Then two nights before My holiday was to end I bumped into the first woman on the beach. She asked why I hadn't been back to the same bar. I told her that I was worried about what their husbands might do to me. She laughed at me and asked me what did I think they were up to. I must have lucked stupid because she told me that they were out shagging somewhere else.

She spent the afternoon with me and we hit the bar together. She introduced me to her husband. He joked that she was cradle robbing and then went off to another bar. That night my room had all three women and another lad in it and we sampled and enjoyed all three women. The following morning they were up early for once, as they were flying home later that day. The other lad was a bit like me that he was a bit of a loner even though he was with a bunch of lads, so on my last night I went with him to a bar where we pulled two cracking looking girls and ended up back at my room. We played swaps with the girls until we couldn't fuck any more. That morning I was packing and leaving.

Back home I met up with Oliver and John. They both seemed down, but still asked how I got on. I told them ok and that I had pulled. I never told them much and left them thinking it was just one girl. John asked me her name and I couldn't remember a single one of their names. What I did know was that i would be going back.

That was thirty years ago. The following year I met my wife. She was being shagged next to me on someones bed and when the lad finished I took a turn, liked her and spent the rest of my time with her. When we got home we continued to see each other and shortly afterwards I got her pregnant. And here I am all that time later with three children and two grand children. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

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