Ohope Beach Ch. 02

Here is the next chapter of my Ohope Beach story. It is mainly about Allison's daughter, Hayley. Over the years, I can remember four occasions when I slept with a mother and daughter, never together, though. And in all the other cases, it was with the daughter first and the mother at a later date. But those are stories for another time.
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After I left Allison early that Wednesday morning, I wandered pensively back to our campsite. I knew I needed to be cautious about who I told what had happened that night if I told anyone at all. And yet, I wanted to yell it out loud to the world.
As I entered our tent, I noticed Phil tucked in his sleeping bag. That was a relief, as I thought Allison may have missed him when she looked in earlier that night, and I'd been worried he might still have been fast asleep back in the awning with Hayley.
No one in our tent was awake, and it was only 5:45 am, so I crawled into my sleeping bag and put my head down. But I was too excited, and my mind kept recounting the happenings in the night, unbelievably, getting me quite hard again. I could not believe what had happened. I wanted to wake my mates and tell them all the facts, but I concluded they would never believe half of what had happened.
At after 8:00 am, everyone began to wake up, some with massive hangovers. Phil came over and asked me what had happened, so I admitted to him that I had gotten laid. He wasn't surprised, but looked pretty incredulous, then punched me on the arm, and then told me what had happened to him.
He had left very soon after I had gone in to massage Allison. He said that Hayley was acting a bit cold towards him, and she seemed pretty pissed that her mother had disappeared into the caravan with me. So, he cut his losses and left. Then he told me that Jenny had turned up at about 11:00 pm with a coat over her baby doll nighty. She asked for me, and one of our mates had directed her to him.
He told her I had met some lady that I knew from Auckland and that he didn't think I would be back any time soon. He offered to walk her back to her tent but said she was upset, so he grabbed a sleeping bag to sit on and took her down the beach to talk. Then he reckons after comforting her for a bit, he wound up in the bag with her, and they made out. He hoped I was okay with this as he was pretty smitten by her and wanted to take her out when we returned to Auckland.
I told him it was alright and thanked him for looking after her, as I had felt an arsehole for letting her down. I explained I could not get out of the situation I found myself in. We both had a great laugh about all this, and some of the other guys asked what the joke was, but we kept it to ourselves to keep from all the shit they would have given us. I was also very nervous about Allison's husband finding out and what he might do to me, so did not want what had happened to circulate.
I told Phil that Allison wanted me to return the next night. He was keen to come back and see Jenny, but he didn't know where to stay. So I told him about my having to say goodbye to Allison before we left and that I would ask her if he could sleep in the son's tent area for the night. But I told him we would have to be up and sneak out very early on Friday.
It was about 10:30 am before we finished breakfast and packed. I wandered down to the beachfront and along to Allison's. I found her sitting out front with a book. She pointed out Hayley, sitting near the water with some girls. I asked if Hayley had said anything.
"No," she said. "She told me Phil had left soon after we had gone to the caravan and that she had gone to sleep. She didn't even ask when you had left."
I was looking down the beach when I noticed Hayley talking with Jenny.
"Hey, do you know the girl down there with Hayley, the red-haired girl?"
"Yes! That is Jenny Simpson, she and her parents have been coming here nearly as long as we have. Do you know her?"
So I told Allison that she was the girl I was meant to have met with the previous night and that she had made out with Phil because canlı bahis siteleri I did not return. Allison was fascinated and quizzed me about what I had done with Jenny and tried to get all the details from me about how far Phil had got with her. I told her much of what Phil had told me. She lapped it up, saying she didn't much care for Jenny's father and would have a chuckle next time she saw him.
I asked about Phil staying overnight in her son's room if I came back down on Thursday. She said it would be okay if we were very discrete and got in and out of the tent without being seen.
"Will you take me for a ride on your bike before you go?"
"Oh, sorry, no! It's all loaded with gear, and we must get on the road. I will take you for a ride when I come down tomorrow night."
Allison pulled me into the caravan awning, where she grabbed me and gave me a very sexy goodbye kiss.
"Let's have a quick one," She said.
I think she was having me on, but I turned her down as many of my mates had already departed. She grabbed my butt, then pouted at me as I walked away.
Phil was waiting for me, as he had not been able to find Jenny to tell her about our plans for the next day. So I told him where she was, and he took off down the beach. It was about 10 minutes before he returned.
"She's rapt that we are coming back," he exclaimed as we started our bikes and drove out of the camp.
The Mount was just as I expected, with hundreds of guys driving around tooting their horns at any female walking down the road. The beach was way more packed than Ohope, but there was one plus - better surf.
We drove straight to the camping ground and found our mates setting up the tent. Our site was in a separate field from where the families were camping, and it wasn't long before we opened the first beers and started to party.
The night was uneventful. I was a little flat and wished we had stayed at Ohope, and I know a couple of my other mates shared these thoughts. Both Phil and I drank very little, as the last thing we wanted the next day was a hangover.
The next morning, Phil was ready to go at 8:00 am, but I pointed out that it only took us about an hour to get back to Ohope, so we needn't depart until 10:45. That settled, we grabbed the boards before anyone else got them and headed down the beach. Just after 10:00 we loaded up our sleeping bags and some spare clothes into our sadlebags and headed back to Ohope Beach.
When we arrived, Phil headed for the shops to wait for Jenny. I continued on and parked my bike in the reserve behind our old tent site. Then, I walked along the beach to Allison's place.
Hayley was out the front, reading a magazine in the deck chair. She jumped up and looked very happy to see me. I asked where Allison was. She explained her mother was over in Rotorua, about an hour and a half's drive away, and wouldn't be back until late afternoon. I remembered then telling Allison we wouldn't arrive until late afternoon. But Phil's plans to meet Jenny at noon messed up that deadline.
"Why has she gone to Rotorua?" I asked.
"Oh! Uncle Fred left his wallet here and was too busy today to come and get it. So, Mom had to drive it over there. She will be a little while, as Uncle Fred is taking her out to lunch for her troubles."
"That's cool. I will go down and swim then. I'll get my towel, etc. Everything's in the saddle bags on my bike."
Hayley said she would come with me, wanting a ride on my bike. I said, "Later, maybe when your mother gives me the OK."
But Hayley pointed out that she was old enough to make her own decisions and knew about her mother and me, so I had to take her for a ride, too. I had the distinct impression that Hayley was not only talking about a ride on my bike. It sounded much like blackmail to me, and if her mother was to do things without her father knowing, she needed to be looked after without argument.
While Hayley ducked into the caravan's awning to change, I closed my eyes to reflect on the situation. Girls in those days fell bet siteleri into two categories: those who did and those who didn't. But it was a little more complicated than that. The girls that slept around were an absolute minority. Hell, of all the guys I knew, way more than half had never slept with a girl. The other half had finally managed to get into their girlfriend's pants after months, if not years, of trying.
The one-night stands that did put out were known as scrubbers, not the sort of girl you would take home to your Mom. Girls like Hayley fell into another class altogether. Beautiful girls like that did not fart or fuck; that was a known fact. You crossed the room to talk with them at your peril. They were goddesses who would more than likely put you down hard and not give you the time of day. The 'pill' had only been out a couple of years, and it was mostly only available to married women, although that year, I had met several girls whose mothers had put them on it because of their period pains.
I happened to be an idiot who would cross the floor anyway. At 6'1", tanned with a hard-muscled body, I got more girls than all my mates combined. But Hayley was an enigma. Not only was she in the too-pretty-to-touch category, but mate's law said you never made passes at your girlfriend's friends. Mothers and daughters did not even enter the equation; that was outside the realms of possibilities.
Five minutes later, when Hayley appeared, dressed in tight cut-off jeans, a T-shirt over her bikini, and a sexy, alluring smile on her face. I was deeply concerned about how to handle her. The sexual undercurrent that punctuated every sentence she spoke with me, frankly, had me crapping myself.
I reluctantly walked her down the beach to where I had parked my bike. I went to get my towel out, but Hayley said we could swim later. She wanted to go for a ride. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I had no thoughts about making a move on her. But the idea of what her mother's reaction was likely to be had me acting very chilly towards her. It didn't seem to deter her in the slightest; she climbed on behind me, legs apart, crutch pressed hard into my bum. I retrieved the helmets off the rear crash bar and helped Hayley into hers. I then asked where she wanted to go.
"We have about two hours, so take me somewhere nice."
"Have you had lunch? I'm starving,"
"No, but I don't want to go anywhere other people are around."
That gave me a thought: Just out of Ohope, there was a roadside fish shop. It was next to a mussel farm and known for its takeaway fish as she went to sit upright, I grabbed her elbow with one hand and stopped her from moving, then leaned over further and let the bike find its way around the curve. It's a fantastic feeling when you judge it right. I powered out of the curve and into the next one, going the other way. This time, Hayley clung to me and went with the bike. I heard a whoop of joy, and she yelled something in my ear, which I took to be "fucking fantastic" or something along those lines. A couple of more corners, and we had to slow and pull over at the fish shop.
Hayley was beaming. She couldn't stop exclaiming how good that felt. We had to wait about 10 minutes for our fish we all blurt out at the same time. I hadn't a clue that Phil would have known about this place. Then Jenny explained it was her idea, as she had been to a fair here once.
Phil and Jenny laid out the food they had bought in town. They had parked on the other side of my bike and thrown a blanket on the grass but joined us so we could share our food.
As we ate, I asked Hayley why she had not gone with her mother. She said, "I don't get on with Uncle Fred. He's a sleze bucket, even worse than my father. Mom wanted me to go and support her, but I put my foot down and wouldn't go. We had quite an argument about it."
We finished our lunch and cleared everything up. I prepared to leave, but when I went to pick up the blanket, Hayley wouldn't budge and asked me to lie with her and talk some more. I wasn't en iyi bahis siteleri keen, as I could see that she intended more than just talking. Not that I expected we would have sex, but I was pretty sure we would wind up kissing and maybe some petting.
"Look, we should go. I'm sure Phil they say it may rain tomorrow."
I responded that I was okay, thanks, but Hayley leapt onto me and started wrestling my "T" Shirt over my head. I put up a fight, but let's be fair if I had wanted to resist, she could never have forced me. I was enjoying the wrestle, and she had my 'T' over my head in the next to no time and flung it to the side. Then she started on my shorts. I put up a better fight for these, but this was getting very sexy fighting with a beautiful girl in a skimpy bikini. As she was trying to pull them down, I found the best defence was tickling her. This did slow her down somewhat, but when I felt my shorts and my underpants slip off my bum, I grabbed her tight and kissed her.
The reaction to that was not what I expected. Hayley returned my kiss passionately, and I felt a needy craving surge through my stomach. Oh! Shit, I was buggered. I responded by loosening my hold on her and kissing her back with just as much passion as she was showing me, and grouped for her tits.
Her response was to let go of my shorts, reach behind and unclip her bikini top. She was giving me free access to her breasts. A goal that, under most circumstances, I had to fight for hours to achieve with previous girlfriends. The most beautiful set of boobs dropped free. I know! Every porn story you read says their boobs were fantastic, but words can't describe how perfect these were. I still remember them today. Her nipples were already hard, perfect little pencil erasers. The breasts were creamy white and stood out from her lovely tan. She had never sunbathed topless, that was for sure.
She whispered when we broke apart for air, "I know you are feeling bad about Mom. I watched the two of you the other night, so I understand. But I have been horny ever since, so you need to look after me as well."
That came out of left field, totally flooring me; my mouth dropped open as I tried to figure out an appropriate response. But thinking about it, the only window she could have been at was the one beside the bed. I remembered the window had a curtain, and Allison had mentioned it had a soundproof membrane between us and where Hayley slept.
"You can't have. The window is all blocked off." I spluttered.
"Oh, Dad had the two-bedroom modules designed for the awning extension and made with sound padding. But it doesn't work very well. And besides, I can pull the peg out at the bottom and slip in between the caravan and the padding. You never looked at the window once, or you would have seen that the curtain doesn't close all the way."
"Why did you do that?" I asked, pretty sure of the answer I was going to get.
"I'd peeked in and watched Mom and Dad before. I could hear them at it some nights and couldn't resist a look. I only looked a couple of times. Dad is horrible and rough with Mom. That and the fact he's an arsehole with women is why I don't get on with him. That's why I got rid of Phil so early, I knew Mom was horny, and I wanted to watch how far she would go. I certainly did not expect her to do all she did with you, though."
"Shit, I'm sorry, I did not intend that to happen, are you pissed off with us?"
"No!" Hayley exclaimed. "It was fantastic. I learnt some things. I guess you did, too? But I had about three orgasms watching you guys. One of them was enormous when you did it in her bottom. I had to slip out and sit on my bed until I could stand again, which meant I missed most of what you did."
Hayley looked over my shoulder and told me to turn over and look at Phil and Jenny. I half rolled to the side and was confronted with Phil on his knees beside Jenny. He had taken off her shorts and knickers, was frigging between her legs with his right hand and had his left hand up under her Tee Shirt, playing with her breasts. Jenny was vigorously stroking his shaft, a cameo of what she and I had done a couple of days before. (I remembered I had told Phil about this, the bugger was playing out what I had described to him). She had learnt her lesson well, as she already had pre-cum oozing from the tip of Phil's cock.