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 COMMENTS AND FEEDBACK WELCOME TO: summerman@live.co.uk 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!