Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing July 20
By the Monday morning, the hair on my pubes was getting quite noticeable, and
really itching. I all most shaved it off without thinking, but stopped myself
just in time.
Wednesday night was a night that I will remember for a long time. Jon thought
that it would be best to restrain me to the bed, before starting. He also said
that he would start with my lips, because he just knew that I would get very
wet, and he thought that he might have problems with the wax if my lips were
wet. When Jon whipped the first strip off, the pain was just as bad as when Jon
had caned me, and the end of the cane had hit my clit. I screamed, and Jon asked
me if I wanted the ball-gag. I said, "No, as long as you don't mind the noise."
He reminded me that non of the neighbours would be able to hear my screams and
that he didn't mind. With that, strip number two came off. My lips were smarting
something wicked, and Jon was right, I was getting excited and wet. By the time
Jon had finished, my whole pubic area was bright red, and stinging one hell of a
lot. After releasing me, Jon told me to go and sit in a bath of cool water.
By the Friday, I was getting used to my new hairstyle, and even tried to think
about how I could dress like a boy, how I could strap my breasts down. There
isn't a lot to hide, I must try it sometime.
Saturday July 25
Wow, what a surprise that day. Jon woke me up at 3 am and told me to pack a bag,
we were going on holiday. At 5 am we arrived at East Midlands Airport, and were
checking-in for a flight to Ibiza. Jon had told me to wear my black pencil type
dress, and Ben. I had fun getting through the metal detector, it kept going off
each time I went through, even though I had taken all but my dress off. I'm glad
the woman stopped at that point, there were too many people behind me, and most
of them would probably be on the plane with us. I had never flown before, and I
was very nervous. As we were taking off, I was sweating, and gripping Jon's hand
and / or leg. That didn't stop me noticing one of the Stewards looking at my lap
every time he walked up and down the aisle. Jon said that if it had been a
long-haul over-night flight, I could have joined the mile-high club. He had to
explain that one to me. We landed at about 11 am, spent another hour waiting for
all sorts of stupid reasons, before finally leaving for the Hotel. As in turns
out, this was only a few miles away in a place called Playa d'en Bossa. Our room
was quite nice, and the view from the balcony was partially looking out to sea.
The other part of the view was the swimming pool, and then about 100 balconies
from the Hotel next door. Jon told me that everyone on holiday was more relaxed
about nudity, and that I was to strip-off, every time that I came into the room,
and stay like that, even on the balcony, until I went out. Jon started
stripping- off, so I quickly took my dress and shoes off. I unpacked our clothes
while Jon went and sat on the balcony watching all the people down by the pool.
After about an hour Jon told me to put the short wrap-round skirt that I had
made and a top on, and we went for a walk along the beach. It was a little
breezy, and the front of my skirt kept blowing up, leaving my right leg exposed,
right up to my waist. For some reason, the wind only blew the right side up, and
my pussy never saw the sun. At the end of the beach, we turned round, but walked
back along the road, and went into some of the shops that were there. Spain is
so different to England, and it was so strange to me, but very pleasant. It was
so warm and relaxed.
In one of the shops, Jon bought a couple of big vests with very large arm holes.
He told me that one was for me, and I said that the arm holes would probably
come down to my waist. Jon laughed and said, "with a bit of luck." He also
bought one of those little over bikini skirts that tie at one side for me. The
one he bought was for someone a lot smaller than me, saying that when I was
wearing it with nothing under it, anyone who looked closely at the fastening
would be able to tell that I had nothing on under it. After that we stopped in a
cafe, and had a snack and drink. Jon reminded me that the same rules applied
when we were on holiday, and when I sat down, the whole of the right side of my
stomach was visible, and Jon wouldn't let me pull my skirt over me. The waiter
really took his time serving me, and came back twice to see if everything was
alright.
It was still the middle of the afternoon when we got back to the hotel, and Jon
decided that we would go for a swim in the hotel pool. Jon told me to put on my
orange check cotton bikini, the one with the top too big and the small bottoms.
Jon picked a couple of sun beds near a group of Germans, and made sure that I
bent down facing them so that my breasts were hanging out. We had just settled
down, when Jon told me to take my top off, he didn't want me getting white
lines. I had a quick look round, and saw one other topless woman, so I took mine
off. Jon told me that I hadn't done it quick enough, and that I would get my
punishment later. Jon then decided that we should use some sun tan lotion, and I
had to rub it on him then me. As I was doing my front, I had to put some on my
breasts, and my nipples shot to attention. That started me thinking about sex,
and they wouldn't go down. I even started opening my legs a bit, and that meant
that my lips were trying to spring out of the crotch of my bikini. I think I
might just have been a little too ambitious with the scissors when I was
narrowing the crotch.
After about an hour we went for a swim, Jon wouldn't let me put my top back on,
so we were messing around in the pool with my breasts popping in and out of the
water. Jon kept trying to squeeze my nipples which kept them very erect. When
Jon had had enough, we got out, and went back to the sun beds. Jon told me to
bend at the waist with my back to the Germans, so that they would get a good
look at my butt and pussy - if they were looking. I don't know if they saw me
and I don't know if they said anything, I couldn't understand them anyway. Jon
then told me that we were going for another drink, and we collected our
belongings. Jon wouldn't let me put my top on, and we sat at a table outside the
hotel bar, with me still topless. That was a funny, but nice experience, but I
didn't see anyone looking at me. After that, I had to carry our belongings back
to our room, still topless. It was a good job that we didn't have to go through
the hotel's reception area, just through a back door, and up the stairs. A
couple of men had a good look at me when we were walking along a corridor.
Back in the room, we stripped off, and sat on the balcony until it was time for
the evening meal. While we were there, one set of our 'neighbours' came out onto
their balcony. They were 3 teenage girls, and they were only wearing their
knickers. We passed pleasantries and talked a bit about the weather, and it was
as if we were all fully clothed in an English pub. All very strange to me, but I
could get used to it.
Jon told me to wear my black 'pencil' dress for dinner, and we got a table to
ourselves in the restaurant. After dinner we went into one of the bars, and had
a coffee at the bar. They have high swivel bar stools, which made it difficult
for me to get on and off, without showing too much. Because Jon will not let me
cross my legs, I tried to keep facing the bar, but it got difficult, especially
when we moved on to the alcoholic drinks. I'm sure that I must have given a few
people a good eyeful. I only had 4 martinis that night, but it took a while for
me to realise that the Spanish are a lot more generous with their measures. By
the time Jon told me that we were leaving, I was well gone, and I had to hang on
to Jon to stay on my feet. I'm sure that my dress rode up and left my butt and
pussy on show, and I vaguely remember Jon saying that it would cost me if I
pulled it down. When we got into the lift and the doors shut, Jon said that he
was going to adjust my dress, and then pulled it up and off me before I realised
what was happening. There I was, naked in a hotel lift, but I didn't care. When
it stopped at our floor, I just walked out and down the corridor, not caring if
anyone saw me. I don't remember seeing anyone though, and Jon will not tell me.
Sunday July 26
I woke up that morning, on top of my bed, with the room curtains open, and a man
looking into the room. It took a while for me to register where I was, but I
couldn't be bothered to move. When I did get up, the man from the next balcony
was still there, and still kept looking into our room. He was wearing a swimming
costume, but I was still in the nude. Jon came out of the bathroom, gave me a
bottle of water, and told me to go and sit on the balcony and get some fresh
air, and drink some water. It was only 7 o'clock in the morning, but it was
quite warm. I said, "good morning" to the man next door, and he said the same
back before going back into his room. The curtains to both rooms on either side
of ours were closed, and I asked Jon if we should close ours at night, but he
said that he wanted to wake-up with the dawn, said it was the best part of the
day. I have to admit, it was quite quiet and fresh, even though it was quite
warm, and the sun coming over the horizon was a pleasant site. After a while,
Jon told me to go for a shower. After that he gave me one of the vests that he
had bought the previous day, told me to put it on, and we went for breakfast. On
the way through reception I looked in one of the mirrors, and could see all the
side of my breast. I decided that I must not turn suddenly, or else I might 'pop
out.' It was self-service in the restaurant, and we had to keep going to the
food table which was at the other side of the room, and we had to wind our way
through the other tables, which meant twisting. I came very close to coming out,
and managed to pull the vest straight without Jon seeing me. I wasn't
particularly in the mood to be exposing myself. The vest was slightly longer
than my dresses, so I wasn't worried on that score.
After breakfast we went back to the room, and Jon told me to put some sun tan
lotion on him, then me. We were both stood naked on the balcony, with me rubbing
lotion all round his cock and balls, when one of the girls from the next room
came out onto their balcony. We said, "good morning" and carried on. She leaned
on the railing, and I could see that she didn't have anything on under her
T-shirt. I kept rubbing the lotion onto Jon's cock, and he was starting to get
erect. When she turned round, looked at us and went into their room, I thought
that it must have looked as if I was wanking him. As he wasn't telling me to
stop, I squatted down in front of him and continued. When he came, it shot all
over my face, and started running down my chest. Jon then told me to rub it in
on me along with the sun tan lotion. I had a quick lick of what I could reach
with my tongue before doing what I was told.
Jon decided that I needed a walk to really clear my head, and we packed a small
bag, and put the vests back on. Jon's went just below his bum, and just covered
his hanging cock at the front. We went down into the hotel's reception where Jon
changed some pounds into Pesatas, and I had to sit on one of the sofas while I
waited for him. They were very low, and I'm sure that anyone passing would be
able to see my pussy if they looked.
We set off walking along the beach, and then up along the cliffs. Once we were
away from the hotels and houses, Jon told me to take my vest off, and along with
him, we were walking nude. There were no houses or people, so I didn't mind. In
fact, it was quite nice, the feeling of freedom and the warm sun on all of my
body was refreshing. I got a little worried at one point when we came across a
road, but we were back in the woods without seeing anyone. Eventually, we came
to beach, but we had to climb down passed a few houses to get there. I asked Jon
if we should cover-up first, but all he said was "what the hell, keep going." So
we did. There were only a couple of very young kids playing in one of the
gardens, and they were too young to care.
Once on the beach, Jon decided that we needed a swim to cool down, so we dropped
our bags and waded in. It was a wonderful feeling swimming and floating in the
warm water. So relaxing, so free. I would recommend nude swimming in the
Mediterranean to anyone. There were little fish swimming around, and when I told
Jon he said that next time we would bring our snorkels and masks and I could get
a good look at them.
There hadn't been anyone else on the beach when we arrived, but by the time we
got out of the water there were 3 other couples, all wearing swimming costumes,
except one woman who was topless. I asked Jon if we should cover-up, but he said
no, and we lay on our towels. A bit later, Jon said that we had started a trend,
and when I looked up, 2 of the couples has also stripped off. I dozed-off and
when I woke up my head was a lot clearer. Jon told me that we were going and
that too much sun on our first day would not be good for us. We didn't put the
vests on, and walked along the rest of the beach in the nude. There were lots of
other people on the beach by then, and most of them were also in the nude. We
did have quite a few people looking at us as we walked up the path off the
beach, still in the nude, but we just carried on.
We walked along a track that went through some woods, and came across a couple
of people walking in the opposite direction. We just said, "good afternoon," and
kept walking until we came to a car park. There was quite a few people there and
about half way through (and a lot of funny looks), Jon said that we had better
put our vests on as we were going to go to the cafe at the other end. We bought
a couple of ice-creams and the sat on a wall outside, near a bus stop. I'm sure
that the other people that were waiting could see that we had nothing on under
the vests, but no one said anything. The only thing that happened on the bus,
was that I had a look at the Spanish villages and way of life, which is so
different to that in England. I suppose that it is due to the brilliant weather
that they get there. I could get used to living there. The bus only went passed
the end of a road that went down to out hotel, and we had to walk about a mile.
Jon was walking very close to me, and sometimes put his arm round my waist. It
felt good.
It was early evening when we finally got back, and Jon decided that we would
have a swim before getting ready of dinner. When we got to the sun beds, I got
my white bikini out of my bag and was about to put the bottoms on when Jon said,
"take the vest off first then put just the bottoms on, and by the way, a new
rule, every time that you lay down on a sun bed, or on the beach, you will lay
with your feet about one foot apart. OK?" "Yes Master" I replied, and took my
vest off. I was completely naked beside the hotel swimming pool, and there were
still lots of people there. I hurriedly put my bikini bottoms on, and lay down.
I thought that it was a bit risky in a place like that with all those people
about, especially when we had to stay there for nearly another two weeks. But I
didn't say anything to Jon. Jon also took his vest off, and by the time I has
organised myself, he was laid next to me in a pair of semi see-through briefs.
After we had rested for a while, we went for a swim, me still topless, and in
the bikini bottoms that were virtually see-through as soon as I got wet. We swam
around the pool, and came across a jet of water at one side, about a foot below
the surface. Jon said that it was probably the inlet from the filtration system.
I was letting the water 'massage' my back, when Jon said that he had an idea.
Because it was away from all the sun beds, and most of the people, Jon told me
to face the wall, grab hold of the rails either side of the jet, and then lift
my knees up and put them either side of the jet. This meant that the jet was
'massaging' my pussy. Wow, was that good. The look on my face told Jon that I
was enjoying it, so he told me to move. I was disappointed, but only for a
minute, because he told me to take my bikini bottoms off, give them to him, and
then get back into the position. I wasn't going to argue with that, and moved
very fast. It was great, and knew that it wouldn't take long for me to reach a
climax. Jon knew that I had cum by the expression on my face, and he just said,
"again."
After my second climax, Jon told me to move, and he put his arms around me and
held me close. It was then that I noticed the 2 teenage boys with face masks on.
I asked Jon how long they had been there, and he said, "only a couple of
minutes, and they haven't looked our way yet." Jon didn't give me my bikini
bottoms back, just held on to me and moved us towards the boys. I was very
close, and facing Jon when one of them saw me and told his mate. They both swam
round us, underwater, trying to see more, but it was very difficult with Jon and
me being so close. Jon then let go of me, turned me round, then put his arms
round my waist. The water was up to our necks, so no one outside of the water
could see anything, but the 2 boys certainly could. As they swam round and round
us, Jon put one of his hands between my legs, and forced them apart. He then
started playing with my clit. I think that the boys nearly drowned, forgetting
to come up for air. After a couple of minutes, Jon let go of me, and told me to
follow him. The boys gave up, and we swam back to near where our sun beds were.
Thankfully, Jon gave me my bikini bottoms back before we got out, not that they
covered much. We lay there for a while before going back to our room, me topless
again. I got a couple of funny looks, and one old lady went "tut" which just
made me smile at her. Back in the room, Jon went and sat on the balcony, nude,
and told me to sit on his lap. As I walked out, I could see Jon's erection, and
thought that that was what I was waiting for. I slowly sat on him, and breathed
out a long sigh. Fortunately, non of our neighbours were there, and I slowly
went up and down on him. Just as I was about to cum, the curtain and door of the
girls room opened, and 2 of them came out onto the balcony, one in just
knickers, and the other with just a towel round her waist. I stopped and put my
arm round Jon, and just sat there watching them. They were giggling and talking
about some boys that they had met. Apparently, the third girl had gone back to
one of the boy's room. They had seen us, and we said hello's, but didn't talk,
and it wasn't long before they went back in. The excitement of being fucked
while saying hello to some one else who was only a few feet away, really kept me
on a high, and it only took a couple more movements for me to cum, and Jon
followed on the third. It was ages before Jon told me to get off him, and he
then told me to clean him up with my tongue. Most of his sperm was just starting
to leak out of me, and run down my legs, but there was still a fair bit of both
of our juices on his cock and balls. It didn't take long, and I was grateful
that non of our neighbours came out, It's one thing being naked in front of
others, but to be licking Jon's penis is something else.
We lay on the bed reading a book for an hour or so, before Jon told me to take a
shower, then put my cheesecloth dress on. We went down for dinner, then out to a
bar down the road. We sat at a table outside (how often can you do that at 11
o'clock at night in England?) and talked (and drank) about all sorts. He was
obviously concerned about my happiness in my new life, but I managed to
re-assure him that there was no problem on that score. He also told me that I
had to make notes for this journal, he didn't want anything 'interesting'
missing from it. We had a few to drink, but not as many as the previous night
(well me anyway), and as we were walking back, Jon put his arm round me, and on
my bum, under my dress. It was still there when we walked into the hotel bar for
a coffee before bed.
