THE HOLIDAY REP 


WARNING:

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY, IT CONTAINS
MATERIAL UNSUITABLE FOR UNDER 18'S.  IF THIS KIND OF LITERATURE
IS ILLEGAL IN YOUR COUNTRY OR STATE THEN GO NO FURTHER, LEAVE
THIS PAGE IMMEDIATELY. THIS STORY DOES HAVE A BASIS IN REALITY,
THE RESORT OF ICMELER EXISTS, I WAS A REP THERE IN THE PERIOD
DESCRIBED. SOME OF THE CHARACTERS DO EXIST BUT I HAVE CHANGED
NAMES AND OTHER DETAILS TO ENSURE THEIR ANONIMITY. THIS STORY
CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF ADULT SEX, ALSO DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF
MASTURBATION AND FETISH BEHAVIOUR, SO IF THIS IS NOT FOR YOU?
LEAVE NOW!

SUMMERMAN


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                   SETTING THE STAGE



It was pleasantly warm, the sky over the SHIMMERING Mediterranean
sea retained a definite blue rather than the washed out PALIDITY
of the hot hot summer to come! Icmeler, pronounced "Itchmeler"
lay some 8k along the coastline from Marmaris on Turkeys south
western   shoreline, it is a purpose built holiday  adjunct to
Marmaris although much more compact, friendlier and easier to
navigate, which for me is great as my sense of geographical
orientation is truly crap! The beach is partially sand and the
remainder shale, positively painful on the feet so beach shoes
are a necessity!  the promenade is lined with palm trees with the
beach on one side and the other completely dominated with bars,
restaurants, bazaars and vendors selling excursions and water
sports.   At this time of year in the tourist resorts of turkey
the holiday season is just getting under way, everything is
freshly painted and colourful, even the surrounding hills were
lusciously green after the spring rain, in a few short weeks
though they would become tinder dry, brown and a fire risk!  It
was early May and this was only my second year as a tour
representative, I am 28, fit and I think dashingly handsome!
Icmeler is a small town, what the holiday brochures love to label
as an "old  style fishing village" which in part was true but not
for many years past!

 I can honestly say that my Turkish language skills are poor, I
can manage , yes, no, pleas, thank you, and even fuck off where
necessary but that's about it! So as I left my shared
accommodation to pick up my first group of victims, whoops
tourists of the season, I was delighted to see two lovely Russian
angels coming towards me, both were natural blondes, both wore
the uniform of their tour company and both smiled in recognition
as they saw me. We had met at the tourist operators meeting a
week or so ago, this is where the local council and hotelliers
get together and thrash out the rules and any possible problems
for the up coming season. From memory the girls were called
Natasha and Katerina, the former being the senior and despite her
good looks she was a sour faced bitch! Katerina on the other hand
had that little twinkle of naughtiness in her eyes, Her hair was
nearer light brown to blond but overall she was gorgeous!   Now I
don't know about you, I however am a sucker for a uniform, both
girls wore a cream cotton short sleeved shirt, and a Royal blue
skirt and white high heels, which in this climate was utterly
incongruous! As I looked at them coming towards me, the usual
pervey  thought came to mind
"I wonder what it would be like? I wonder what  colour their
panties are? I wonder what it would be like to feast on their
cunts?"

I returned the smiles trying to ignore both the thoughts and the
burgeoning hard on in my pants!        ! They were both tall and
beautifully curvy with legs to dive between in true joy!
They didn't speak English and my grasp of Russian was nil! So I
settled for

"good morning"

In English and walked on. Katerina surprised me by placing a soft
warm hand on my elbow and said in a sultry voice
"Ally you go Dalaman?"

I noticed at this point her eyes were more green than blue and
incredibly sexy, in fact was there more than a hint of
coquettishness there? I made every effort not to stare at her
tits which were jutting out at a marvellous angle from her top! I
responded by saying

"Da Dalaman"
She giggled at my use of the single Russian word looked across at
the stony faced Natasha, who had a resigned look on her face then
they both fell into step beside me, From which I deduced I had 2
extra passengers for the coach! Pretty ones though!


 The promenade was slowly coming to life as the restaurants laid
tables, washed crockery and cutlery  ready for those tourists
requiring breakfast. The Med was washing gently  onto the beach,
it's surface dotted with a multitude of brightly coloured craft,
anything from wind surfers to jet-ski's right up to a gleaming
white liviathon of a cruise ship.  Rhythmic Turkish pop music
emminated from many of the restaurants, it's insistent and
haunting sound informing your senses that you were most
definitely in another culture and another country!   I made my
way to the point where my first coach of the season was due to
pick me up to go to the airport, then I heard the shout behind
me, turning around I saw the enigmatically named Ufuk! I should
add that this is a relatively common name in turkey, there was a
positively insane smile spreading across his plain features! he
had on the usual orange T shirt red shorts and flip flops, the
apparent uniform of his place of work, The hotel Virtue which
just had to be the greatest misnomer in fucking history! He
shouted over to me

"Ali Ali we get jig a jig  tonight?? "


Smiling back at him I couldn't help but think that perhaps one
day, one drunken whore would take pity on the poor bugger, take
him upstairs and make his dreams come true! Sadly though, I
doubted it! I shouted back over the din of the traffic and
restaurant noise

"Ufuk my friend I truly hope so! I'll see you later when I drop
off your guests!?"
With that I waved, turned around just in time to see my transfer
coach arrive to pick me up! I nodded at the driver who I didn't
know but doubtless would by the end of the season.  I  ushered
Natasha and Katerina onto the coach and was surprised when
Katerina sat on the window seat and pulled me down beside her,
Natasha sat on the other side of the coach behind the driver, the
air conditioning was on so it was pleasantly cool. The driver
closed the doors and we were off! Natasha delved into her handbag
and produced a Turkish phrase book and began to practice some
simple stuff on the driver who laughed uproariously at her
attempts! Katerina settled down to look out the window her warm
scented body close enough for me to        sense her feeling of
relaxation and something else, security? From what though! Then
she did it, casually removed her high heels and revealed   small
perfectly formed  feet, Perhaps a size 5! She had shapely ankles
and calves that could have been sculpted by some ancient artist!
 her legs had clearly been recently waxed as her smooth pale skin
almost gleamed!    her toenails were  brightly painted in red, I
glanced at her bare legs  and  feet then her shoes and my hard on
seemed to want too burst from my boxers! I envisioned my cock
gently slipping in and out of her warm shoe, my pre come mingling
with the leather! Then from my peripheral   vision I saw the look
on Natasha's face, she had stopped talking to the driver and was
looking open mouthed at  Katerina's legs and feet, she had to
cross her legs and all was instantly clear!  So Natasha wanted
into Katerina's knickers as well! I wondered if that was why
Katerina had chosen to sit beside me, had Natasha been hitting on
her? The rest of the journey went uneventfully, difficult when
there were 4 people and three languages! I did try to communicate
with Katerina miming and pointing trying to indicate to her that
I would love to take her out for a drink! All my efforts failed
though Natasha kept looking across to Katerina making eye contact
and giving the most imperceptible shake of her lovely but haughty
features!


Dallaman airport doubles as a military airport as well as a civil
airport, so security is always tight and time consuming, holiday
reps are not allowed inside the concourse to greet guests
arriving for their holiday, instead we have to stand around
usually in the baking heat to wait for the airport to disgorge
our clients, I actually love this bit, it allows me time to weigh
up potential targets for my napharious  deeds! So on arrival I
was quite pleased when Natasha and Katerina met another couple of
reps from their own company and I was left to meet the flight
from Gatwick England!

I checked the names on my list and noted we expected 43 guests
destined for Icmeler,  27 of whom were  for my   hotels. Oh yes,
my hotels,all 3 were what the brochures call " small and
friendly"  which was largely true, that however left much unsaid!
HOTEL VIRTUE:
Small and friendly, young and lively, 32 twin or double rooms and
during high season a fucking whorehouse!Or at least that's how it
appears! Cheap booze, recreational substances and a almost
pathological desire to get laid whenever possible!Such was the
reason de'tre of its clientele!

CLUB APARTMENTS KONTIKI!

More like the fucking  titanic! If it could go wrong it usually
did at the Kontiki!Management couldn't     organise the
proverbial piss up in a brewery!22 self catering apartments which
were clean tidy minimalist but ok for 2 weeks in the sun!

HOTEL MARMARISO PARADISO!

The jewl in the crown, 62 rooms 4 star and run like a well oiled
machine,immaculate reception area and beautiful rooms, right on
the beach with fabulous views over towards Marmaris itself.  It
catered for the more diserning    guest, the flaw in this picture
of perfection? Well if truth be told it is me! I hate the
manager,Tolga, what a wanker! Late in the season the year
previous he happened on me engaged in  a compromising situation
with a female guest, to whit, the lovely Lisa from London!  We
were tongue kissing on the back fire escape stairs  with my hand
up her pale yellow mini-dress with my hand  inside her
panties!She was just moving into my finger slowly at first then
faster when Tolga the wanker coughed and mumbled something about
reporting me! Anyway the moment and opportunity had been ruined
so I had to limp away my hard on complaining  mightily! As a
consequence, every available opportunity I had to cause him grief
I certainly did!

There must have been at least 40 coaches waiting on the first
real tourist influx of the year,and before long they began to
emerge from the main airport door, the tired, the drunk, the
howling kids and stressed mums and dads and those just excited to
be on vacation!I stood there clip board in hand a large badge on
my chest proclaiming the name of the tour operator I worked for
and slowly but surely people began to gravitate towards me, I
checked their names against my list and pointed them to the
correct coach in case some silly bugger went to the wrong
destination!

I was somewhat relieved when the head count revealed that all my
passengers had boarded the coach, so I nodded to Mustafa the
driver he closed the door and we were off! It takes approximately
90 minutes to get to Icmeler from dalaman so some of the time is
used to pass on some basic stuff to the tourists, don't drink the
water! Drink lots of bottled water! Use lots of sun tan lotion
etc, most importantly of all make sure they attend the welcome
meeting so we can fleece them by organising excursions at twice
the price of the locals!Sadly for me many of the tourists were in
couples, however there were a couple of single females who were
in their late twenties or early thirties, they were travelling
separately and didn't appear to know each other! Their names were
Sally and Emma, one in particular, Emma I think,  had a most
becoming smile and enormous tits!  and 2 groups of 3 young
females who seemed to be well in the holiday spirit already! 
They were  headed for the hotel virtue which did provide me with
some hope of success!
     An air horn blew me out of my idile draeming, looking up I
saw another coach pass our own, framed in the window Katerina
smiled waved and blew a kiss to me, now that was hopeful! I was
somewhat surprised to feel my heart beat a little faster as her
image faded, which for me was odd as the only major organ in my
body that usually throbbed with excitement was my cock!

I guess I should declare right here that I enjoy sex, the only
proviso I had was that as long as the female was breathing,
willing and of age then I would happily fuck her!When I couldn't
get a woman I masturbated, especially my fetish for masturbating
in unusual situations! I particularly enjoy wanking whilst
sniffing and stealing the panties of some of our guests, in fact
I had quite a collection! This was especially gratifying when
doing so in the very hotel room or apartment when the guest in
question was on one of the longer excursions, which as I sold
them to them originally was really simple! I think though the
most unusual sexual setting so far was the rear seat of a empty
transfer coach it was the middle of the night, I was giving a
lift to the airport to Helen, she was the supervisory rep for
Inspirational tours no less! She was in her late thirties, short
dark brown  hair which just touched the pink stripped blouse that
formed part of her uniform, the other part was a dusty pink knee
length skirt,I was delighted but also surprised when boarding the
coach she told the driver we were going to the rear for some
peaceand quiet! Although she wasn't my supervisor I just tagged
along,the driver switched off the internal lights and we flopped
onto the rearmost seats, once on the main road she turned to me
and without any ado she said
"I've always wanted to do this"
Wondering what she had in mind her left hand moved and rested on
my crotch, slowly but insistently it began to girate the pressure
on my cock producing a instant erection. She giggled and said

"Well? Interested?"

Without waiting for my response she removed her hand,lifted up
the hem of her skirt and still giggling quietly, gave me a good
view of a tiny pair of white lace panties, moving quickly and
deftly she raised her backside from the seat and pulled off her
knickers, she almost laughed out loud as she went on
"Here you go! Another pair for your collection!"
With that she lifted them up to my nose so I could inhale her
scent! Looking down I could make out the dark triangle of her
brown bush and moved my hand instinctively toward it but she
stopped me  and said

"There's no room here for that sort of thing, so let me release
you of your burden the next best way!"

With that she expertly unzipped me, extracted my prick from my
shorts, bent down and her luscious warm lips slowly and wetly
encompassed the head of my cock all the while her hands moved
delicately up and down my shaft! It took about 10 minutes before
I couldn't control the urge to come in her mouth any longer, so I
did!Surprisingly, she seemed to welcome the great gobs of spunk
shooting down her throat, her little cunt even gave a gasp as she
to had a orgasm. When I had been emptied, she straightened up and
whispered

"You can keep my panties,perhaps if the opportunity and your cock
arises, we can do this again!"

I often wonder what if anything the driver saw or heard, probably
nothing,at least he had the sense to keep his thoughts to
himself!


It took approximately 2 hours for the transfer to be completed,
all the guests were safely delivered to their respective hotels,
all the pieces were in place, so let the game begin!