A Holiday Surprise, Part 1

by Jessica Brockham

Part one: The beginning ....

The 'phone rang just as I got in the door and, struggling out of my coat, I answered it, saying 'Hello.'

"Hi Zoe, it's Aisha. How did your last day at work go?" she asked.

Laughing, I said, "Just fine, but glad it's over. I can't wait for Monday now."

"Nor me," she said, "are we meeting for a drink tonight, to talk about what needs to be done?"

"Sure," I said, "8-o-clock in the Golden Lion suit you?"

"That's great," she said, "I'll see you there. Take care babe. 'Byeee."

Babe?? Aisha called me Babe?? I was smiling as I hung up; she'd never called me that before ....must be in holiday mode, I thought.

Let me explain. Both Aisha and me work as nurses in a local care home, and mostly work on opposite shifts, but on the few occasions we have worked together, have got along really well. So much so, that we have become firm friends out of work and been out a few times, but usually with some of the other girls present. We're both 24 years old, single and have recently qualified as nurses, so this is the first real job for both of us. I'm blonde, slim and English, whereas Aisha, also slim, comes from mixed parentage; the contrast between our skin tones looks great when we're together, as Aisha has almost black hair with amazing olive skin, whereas I'm as white as the proverbial ghost. We started worked in the home at the same time just over a year now, and the subject of holidays came up just after we started, and it was Aisha's suggestion one evening when we were out, to go on holiday together. My mind immediately went into overdrive ......picturing a shared room, seeing each other naked, showers together and sexy romps! Because I accept, quite happily, that I'm lesbian and have wanted to get into Aisha's panties since we first met, but am unsure how she would react. Nothing has ever been said or hinted at, and I assumed she's straight, although she has never mentioned a boyfriend.

After some discussion, and determining that she was serious, we began to make our plans and got all the holiday brochures we could ..... drooling over pictures of white, sandy beaches and lots of sunshine. We eventually decided to 'splash out' on somewhere hot and exotic, settling on two weeks in the Dominican Republic, staying at an all-inclusive resort called the Wyndham Tangerine in Cabaret, somewhere on the north coast. Needless to say, we were both looking forward to it, and had been shopping several times lately for holiday wear and bikinis .... of which I now have five. Anyway, the day is almost here, it's all paid for and we leave on Monday!! I can't wait to get into my bikini and spend two weeks wearing very little else, not to mention seeing Aisha in hers. So we arranged to meet to sort out what we will do when we arrive; how many excursions we'll go on and things like that.

Having been to the beauticians yesterday afternoon to have my nails manicured and my 'bits' waxed .....which was uncomfortable, but well worth it .....I took a quick shower after tea and set off for the Golden Lion. Aisha had just arrived when I got there, and we greeted each other with our usual kiss on the cheek before she ordered the drinks. We sat down and were chatting excitedly about what we would do on holiday, making all sorts of plans. (Mine included trying to get into Aisha's panties, and just hoping I didn't ruin our friendship by doing so!) We had booked a shared room with twin beds, and I was looking forward to, not only seeing Aisha naked but also parading my body in front of her to see what sort of reaction I got. Chatting away, as we were, Aisha suddenly said that this was going to be the 'best holiday ever,' and put her hand on my knee. 'Wow,' I thought, 'first of all she calls me 'Babe,' now she has put her hand on my knee! This is new, and maybe something will happen after all.' I got up and excused myself for a visit to the ladies, with the intention of getting another round of drinks on my way back. Returning, I could see Aisha on her mobile, and she looked very pale and serious, making me concerned. Forgetting the drinks, I went back to our table and sat down beside her as she finished her call.

"Whatever is the Aisha?" I asked, seeing her pale face.

"It's my Dad, Zoe. He's been taken to hospital from work with a suspected heart attack. I need to go home, sorry," she said.

"Of course you must," I said, "I do hope he's okay. You will ring me later and let me know how things are, won't you?"

"Yes, I will," she said, "I'm sorry to have to dash off Zoe."

With that, Aisha left and I finished my drink before heading home myself. Aisha still lives with her parents and two brothers in nearby Samborough, whereas I have recently rented a one-bedroom flat in town. Before I moved into my flat, I was living with an aunt of mine, saving furiously for our holiday and the deposit on my flat, and have only been there a month. Walking home, I was thinking about Aisha and hoping her Dad was going to be alright, and about our forthcoming holiday. I was getting excited at two whole weeks in the sun with my best friend and, arriving home, carried on packing and making sure I had my passport, ticket and money. That done, I opened a bottle of wine and settled down on the sofa in front of the television, where I promptly fell asleep. I woke with a start when the 'phone rang, and rushed to answer it. Before I could even say 'hello,' I heard Aisha sobbing her heart out, and said

"Aisha! Whatever is wrong?"

"It's Dad," she sobbed, "he passed away about half an hour ago. Oh Zoe, what am I going to do?"

Calming her down a bit, I said, "I'll be right over Aisha. Everything's going to be fine."

I called a taxi, grabbed my coat and went downstairs to wait. It's quite a short journey and I soon arrived at her house and rang the bell. One of her brothers answered the door and invited me in and, as I said how sorry I was to hear the news, he told me that Aisha was in the lounge, and to go through. I took off my coat and hung it at the bottom of the stairs, then went into the lounge, where her Mum sat looking shell-shocked and Aisha was still crying. Seeing me, she got up and flung herself into my arms, thanking me for coming over. 'God,' I thought, 'why does it have to be a tragedy that brings her into my arms?' holding her tightly and making soothing noises, I stroked her back and kissed her neck. I stayed until after midnight, when Aisha said she was going to try and get some sleep, and saw me to the door. As I turned to leave, I looked into her tear-stained eyes and held her again, breaking away and making her promise to ring me when she felt a bit better in the morning, I impulsively kissed her on the mouth. To my great surprise, she returned my kiss and said

"Oh heck Zoe, I've been dying for you to do that; why does it have to be now that I start falling in love with you?"

"I've been wanting to kiss for ages, I've just been too shy and didn't know how you would react," I said, "but we have all the time in the world darling. Go back to your Mum, she needs you right now, but remember something will you?"

"Remember what?" she asked.

"I love you and I want you Aisha," I replied.

Crying again on my shoulder, she said, "I want you as well Babe, so very much."

Her brother had called me a taxi, and I went home to bed, spending the night thinking and dreaming about Aisha, and wondering why on earth I had waited until now to kiss her and tell her that I wanted her. I slept fitfully and woke at 10-o-clock to the ringing of the 'phone. It was Aisha explaining that the family were gathering and, crying again, said that she wouldn't be able to make the holiday under the circumstances, but insisting that I go, and that she would ring the holiday company to explain her last minute cancellation. I asked her to let me know what they said, knowing that if I didn't go, I wouldn't be able to claim a penny of it back; besides, I needed this holiday and would be coming back to Aisha's arms, and hopefully to her bed. About an hour later, she rang back to say that the holiday company were very understanding, and that she would be able to claim against her holiday insurance, which relieved both of us. Promising to visit again tomorrow, I spent the rest of the day alone in my flat.

The following day, I went to see Aisha and expressed my sorrow and sympathy to the gathered family. Unfortunately, we only managed to snatch a few minutes together, but holding her in my arms now felt wonderful, and we managed to have a kiss and cuddle together, before saying our goodbyes, and Aisha wishing me a good holiday and a safe flight.

Well, Monday came, and at three in the morning my taxi arrived. With an early flight, I had catnapped on the sofa, with the alarm set, just in case, my bags by the front door ready and I was full of excitement ..... even though I would be leaving behind the girl of my dreams; but it's only for two weeks I thought. The journey to the airport was uneventful, and the long nine and an half hour flight was boring. I read my book and tried to sleep on the plane. I arrived in the Dominican Republic safe and sound, and boarded the coach to my resort after clearing all the usual formalities. When the coach arrived in Cabaret, the weather was scorching hot and the resort looked lovely, with a large swimming pool, access to the sandy beach and palm trees everywhere. The staff were very friendly and helpful, showing me to my room and wishing me a pleasant stay, having explained meal times etcetera; it turned out that you could get food most of the day and evening, so I was feeling very relaxed. The only bummer to my arrival was that, when showing me the room, I realised it had a double bed and a single! Sods Law says that, having just discovered our love for each other, we would have been together in a double bed, but with Aisha having had to forego the holiday, I would be sleeping alone now.

My first few days were spent soaking up the sun, eating in the various restaurants and girl watching; most of who seemed to be part of a couple, or just kids! The pool was absolutely glorious and I swam a lot. The Entertainment Team organized a lot of daily activities, such as beach volleyball, Spanish lessons, aquarobics, silly games and dance lessons ... mainly Salsa and Merengue .... and I decided to try this and work off some of the delicious food that was on offer. The classes consisted mostly of women and girls, and that's where I met Ruth. I'd seen her about the pool quite a lot, but thought she was about 14, therefore probably with her family and untouchable. She was a pretty dark-haired girl, with a pageboy hairstyle, lovely legs, pert little bottom and very nice boobs; usually wearing a small bikini, she had drawn my eye more than once. We got chatting after class one day, and went together to the bar for a drink .....being all-inclusive, drinks were free and during the evenings I was taking full advantage of the cuba libras'. It turned out that she was 16, on holiday with her parents and the holiday was a treat for getting six 'O' Levels in her recent exams. She had a ready smile, was very intelligent and, the more we chatted, the more I liked her; in fact, I found her adorable. Her parents were really nice people and were letting Ruth 'do her own thing,' as long as she stayed on the complex. We got chatting one day and I explained that my friend had a sudden family bereavement and had been forced to cancel her booking, so I was on my own. After expressing their sympathies, her Mum said,

"Well, you seem to getting on alright with Ruth, but if she becomes a nuisance, just send her back here," and laughed.

I said, "No, she's good company and, as long as you don't mind us hanging out together, she's brightened my holiday." (Not adding that I thought their daughter was adorable.)

"That's okay then. You young ones go and have fun," she said smiling. (Actually, even her Mum was good looking and had a nice figure; but then, she was with her husband.)

And so it was that we spent more and more time together. One day, two members of the Entertainment Team tried chatting us up, and to make it clear that I wasn't interested, I grabbed Ruth's hand and said,

"Sorry guys, we're both spoken for," and smiled at Ruth, who said, "Yes that's right guys, we're together," and laughed.

Off they went and I looked at Ruth, who was still grinning .......and still holding my hand. I gave her hand a squeeze and said, "That was a clever response."

"Well I'm certainly not interested in them, are you?" she said.

Laughing, I said, "Absolutely not! I don't dig guys at all." To which she smiled and still held my hand.

After that, we flirted a bit, and I found out that she had always fancied girls, but never done anything about it, which caused my tummy to tingle and I smiled mischievously.

One day after lunch, I suggested a stroll into the nearby 'town' of Cabaret, and Ruth thought that was a good idea, and went off to tell her parents that we were going into town, which was quite safe. She was gone for some time and I thought perhaps she was having to persuade her Mum and Dad to let her go off the complex, but it turned out they had been quite agreeable, and that Ruth had gone to change; coming back in a lovely tight, pink tank top that just covered her boobs, and a pair of pink cotton shorts.

"Very nice," I said when she returned, and she asked if I was going to change too.

I laughed and said, "I can hardly go into town in my bikini, so of course I am."

She said she would wait for me there, but I suggested she come with me, as my room was in the direction of the main entrance anyway, and off we went together. Now, I have never been shy about my body, or about being naked in front of other girls so, when we got to my room Ruth sat down on the end of my bed as I stripped off my bikini, and turned to the mirror to put my long hair up in a short ponytail. I could see Ruth's face in the mirror, and her eyes were fixed on my bum. Turning, I asked if she was alright, and she smiled and said she was. Then suddenly she said,

"You shave completely down there then? It looks so smooth Zoe. I keep mine in a Brazilian and keep the little strip very short as well."

Grinning broadly at this voluntary revelation, I said, "I had a wax before I came on holiday, that's probably why it's so smooth."

"That was very brave," she said, "wasn't it painful?"

"A bit," I replied, and moved towards her. Reaching out to stroke her cheek, I said, "Your Mum and Dad think we've gone into town, so ................."

"We could always just stay here?" she asked, giggling at the thought.

"Exactly!" I said, "That is, if you want to baby?" Her nods told me that was just what she wanted, as she stood up and removed her tank top, quickly followed by her shorts and panties.

Kicking off her flip-flops, we held each other, smiling, before we enjoyed our first kiss together. My tummy turned over as I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, and her hand reach for my left boob as I slipped my arms round her waist, the stroked her gorgeous firm bum

And that was the start of the rest of my holiday, which proved to be VERY exciting.

To be continued .....................