He asked if we had enjoyed ourselves and that a few women were being invited to stay behind for a drink and a chat as they packed up their gear.Sandra...wasn't keen, saying she knew what they probably had in mind, and that she would leave us to our fun.Tracey and I however were both up for it! I was feeling horny as fuck!Sandra then made her excuses and left with the rest of the audience, leaving behind about half a dozen of us. Mainly the ones who had been on the stage with the men as they. I laughed at myself. What is wrong with me? I was acting like a little kid, going on my first date. I could handle this. It was one date, and it’s not like I’d never done it before. It would be fine. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom, glancing at the several outfits I had set out to choose from for tonight. I laughed again as I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I really was losing my mind. It was a few hours later when Kelly arrived at my dorm. She really didn’t have anything to. "Oh, you want the short version?" This time it was me rolling my eyes. "Just lucky, I guess," he said, grinning.I kissed him again before spinning out of his embrace, heading for the stove. "What's for dinner?" Pasta," he replied."Mmmm. Smells yummy," I said, leaning over the simmering sauce. He didn't have the pasta on yet so I figured we had fifteen minutes at least. I grabbed the chardonnay from the refrigerator and poured myself half a glass. "Do you want some?" I asked, showing him the. As tempted as I was now this wasn’t the time or place so I rushed back to the pool leaving the poor man frustrated. At mealtimes we had a wonderful waiter called Marco, he was local, 24 and quite tall for a Spanish man. All week he had been eyeing up my outfits and winked at me all the time. He flirted when my BF wasn’t there and I loved attention as wasn’t get much from him. I also flirted back and teased him too.One evening we decided to stay in hotel as Paul wasn’t feeling well and didn’t.