The Holiday

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Day One

I sat at the pool, and read my book. It was a quite morning and not many had ventured out of their apartments. It was, however, only 10.30. I went back to my book.

Around noon, a couple of my roommates appeared and said they were going for some groceries. I left them to it. By this time the pool loungers were almost all taken. A group of Germans from the apartment next to ours had taken a corner. A family from Wales had taken some more. My attention had, however, been taken by a group of young girls who had taken the group of loungers directly across the pool from myself. I had talked to a few of them the night before at the welcome meeting – they were from Glasgow. One had taken my eye, as she was quite stunning. As I looked over at the small group from the safety of behind my dark tinted sunglasses I started to wonder if she would be interested. I left it for the time being and returned to my book.

Not long after 12.30 my two roommates reappeared with a loaf of bread, some jam, a bottle of vodka and twenty four cans of beer. I took one of the beers, which was still relatively cold from the refrigerated shop. It was quite refreshing. Two of my other mates by this time had joined me next to the pool. They had been recovering from the night before. As I was talking to them, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl take off her white bikini top, and I caught a glimpse of her perfectly formed breasts. Watching her rub lotion on to her chest made me glad I had on baggy shorts. None of my mates seemed to notice my obvious arousal at this sight, as I would no doubt never had heard the end of it. I excused myself, saying that I wanted to go and get some lunch, which I did.

When I went back out after lunch, at about 1.30, she was not on her lounger. I went back to my lounger and pulled a beer from the cool box that one of my mates had packed earlier on. I kept an eye out for her for the rest of the afternoon, but to no avail. She had obviously gone shopping with a couple of her friends. There was only a few of her friends left, so I decided to concentrate on my tan for the rest of the day.

At about 6.30 I went in to my apartment to go for a shower before we hit the pubs and clubs. As one of my mates was in, I sat on the couch and watched some Spanish TV.

That night we left at about 8.00 to go for some dinner, at the local pizza joint. I had a pepperoni pizza and a couple of beers. This was hopefully going to give me the courage to say something to the girl if I saw her later on in the evening, though I didn't hold out much hope.

My pessimistic outlook was confirmed when two of my roommates and I returned home empty handed. Already drunk, we finished off the bottle of vodka that had been purchased earlier in the day, and had been half-finished before dinner. It wasn't until 5.00 that I eventually went to bed – almost two hours after we returned home.

Day Two

The next morning the kettle boiling woke me. I looked at my watch. It was 11.00. I turned over and went back to sleep.

I eventually got up at around noon, and unusually I was the last one up. Two of my mates had come back with girls, who were sitting with them on the patio. I introduced myself, before making my way back to the pool in the hope of seeing the same girl again. As I scanned the pool I saw her sitting by herself at the bar area, eating some lunch. I went and bought myself a beer and a burger and went and sat next to her. She spoke first.

"Hi there"

"Afternoon"

"We met at the welcome meeting, didn't we?"

"Yeah"

"You must have been busy last night" She seemed curious as to my previous night's adventures.