Vanessa's Journal
Week commencing July 27
Monday July 27
When I woke up, Jon was sat on the balcony reading. One of the girls from next
door was on their balcony looking at him and licking her lips. I think that Jon
was so engrossed in his book that he didn't notice her. I wasn't going to
disturb the situation, and just watched her, watching him. She was in just a
pair of knickers, and her right hand moved down to the front of them, and
started run rubbing her pubes then moving down and between her legs. I looked
back at Jon, and could see that he was starting to get an erection. Was he just
pretending to read? The girl was getting more brave, and had put her hand inside
her knickers, and was clearly masturbating. This went on for a minute or so,
then I heard a noise from next door, and the girl stopped, and went in. "poor
girl" I thought, I know just what it's like to get worked-up, and not to be able
to finish the job.
Jon had me wear my long wrap-round skirt, the one that opens wide when I walk,
and one of my short baggy tops that day. We got a bus into town, the journey
only took 20 minutes, but the bus was crowded, and we had to stand. I had to
reach up to grab a hand-rail, and my right breast was hanging out of the bottom
of my top. This seemed to please the old man that was in the seat next to me,
and with Jon's hand stroking my bum through the thin cotton skirt, I was happy.
Just before we got off, Jon noticed the mans face, and told me to part my feet
about a foot. My skirt opened, and from the angle that the man was, I'm sure
that he could see that I didn't have any knickers on. This only happened for a
couple of minutes because we were getting to where the bus stopped.
Ibiza town was very interesting, I've never seen a city like that, so different
to England. The drivers looked as if they were all mad, and I asked Jon if they
had any traffic rules. He said that driving there was no worse than driving in
London. "Something else that I've never done" I said. My flashes of legs and
stomach didn't attract any attention and we walked round a couple of shops
before going up to the 'old town'. Now that was interesting, so old, and
everything seemed so small, and white. Jon told me that just about every house
on the island was painted white, and that the island was also known as the
'white island.' There's a couple of places up there that have some fantastic
views, and at one of them, when there was no one else there, Jon told me to lift
my top over my breasts and to hold my skirt wide open while he took a photograph
of me with the scenic view in the background.
There's thousands of steps in the old town, and I think that Jon picked that
skirt on purpose. At one point. He was following me up some steps, and he
grabbed the bottom of my skirt, and pulled it right back. I'm sure that he had
seen the teenage boys that were coming down the steps in front of me. They came
out with all the expected comments, but I daren't do anything about it, Jon
would punish me. We had lunch in one of the many little restaurants before
walking back down, and to the harbour. There was a big cruise ship there, and I
only then realised just how big these ships are. In the harbour area there are
hundreds of little shops and restaurants, and a lot of it doesn't have traffic
in it. It was great wandering around, looking in the shops. Jon told me that
what I was seeing was nothing, and to wait until we went back at night. Life
only started late at night.
Late afternoon, we caught a bus back to the hotel. It wasn't very busy, and we
managed to get a seat. Back in the hotel room, we lay on our beds and read until
it was time for dinner. Jon had me wear just my short wrap-round skirt and my
white bikini top that evening, and I had to be careful as I leant over the
buffet table to get what I wanted. We had a bottle of white wine with our meal,
and I let Jon drink most of it, I didn't want to get drunk again. Afterwards, we
went into some of the bars along the main road, and found one that was very
lively with lots of young people, and a comedian cum DJ. He was quite good, and
we stayed there for a while. He had the knack of getting people up onto the
stage and taking part in little funny games. Jon told me to remind him that he
wanted to go back there before we went home. It was easy to forget what I wasn't
wearing in that place, because most of the girls looked as if they were wearing
no more than me. I saw quite a few breasts hanging out, a number of bums, and a
couple of hairy pussies. Teenage girls seem to lose their modesty when they are
on holiday and they've had too much to drink.
Tuesday July 28
Tuesday was a relatively quiet day, spent sun bathing on the beach. We caught a
bus to a place called Ses Salines, and when we got there I discovered that it
was where we caught the bus back from on the Sunday. We walked into the big car
park, and instead of going straight on, along the path that we had used before,
we turned off into the woods. As soon as we did, Jon stopped and told me to take
my T-shirt off, and he took his off, that left us both naked. We walked through
the trees, and out onto the beach, and grabbed a couple of sun beds. I covered
us both with sun tan lotion, and we settled down to a lazy day. We were towards
one end of the beach, and there were quite a few other naked people there, and
the only people that seemed to look at us were some of the more modest people
who, for whatever reason, wore clothes on the beach. I think that we attracted
more attention because of our shaved pubes, and the fact that I was remembering
what Jon had said about keeping my legs apart. It was at the bottom of my sun
bed that the old man squatted when he came to collect the sun bed hire money,
and there seemed to be a language problem that took ages to sort out. After a
couple of hours, Jon said that he needed some exercise, and we did what lots of
people were doing, walking along the waters edge. We didn't stop when we got to
the end of the area that had naked people, but kept going, and walked right to
the other end of the beach, then turned round and walked back. There were quite
a few people staring at us, and a few nudging their companions and looking as if
they were saying "hey, look at those two." I was a bit nervous, but at the same
time not bothered because Jon was with me.
At lunch time Jon put his swimming costume on and told me to wrap my towel round
my waist, and we went to the beach bar for a drink and a sandwich. There were
other topless women there, and I didn't feel out of place. While we were there,
a woman came onto the beach with lots of bags, and started spreading the
contents over the beach near her. She then turned a ghetto blaster on, and kept
picking up what tuned out to be sarongs, and putting them on. It didn't take
long for the odd one or two people to go and see what she was selling. On the
way back to our 'spot', we went over to the woman, and Jon told me to pick one
of the sarongs, and try it on. Of course I had to take the towel off first. I
had never worn a sarong before, and didn't know how to fold it, so I asked the
woman to show me. She must have shown me about a dozen different ways, and all
of the time she was having to touch my naked body. This was tuning me on a bit,
and I didn't notice the small audience that had gathered. I wanted to keep
things going, and asked her to show me some of the ways with a different,
smaller sarong. I must have been 'trying one on' for about fifteen minutes
before I decided which one I wanted, and Jon paid for it. Jon took it from me,
and kept my towel and we walked back to the sun beds. When we were about 20 feet
away, I turned and looked back, the audience had gone.
I topped us up with sun tan lotion, and we settled down for another session. I
lay on my stomach, and noticed a couple laying on their towels on the sand about
10 feet higher up the beach. They were both naked as well, but the thing that I
really noticed was that the woman was laying with her feet well apart, and I
could actually see into her vagina. I had never seen anything like that before,
and wondered why that was, was she sexually aroused, and would people be able to
see up me if I lay like that when aroused. Anyway, about an hour later I was
getting hot, and asked Jon if we could go swimming. Jon agreed, and we went into
the water and started swimming and messing around. At one point when we were
about waist deep and I was floating on my back (it's a lot easier in salt
water), Jon grabbed my feet, and pulled my legs round his waist. He had an
erection, and rubbed it against my clit. I had a look round to see how many
people were close by, and if anyone was watching, and thought, 'what the hell,'
and pulled myself onto him. It was quite easy floating and being fucked. I could
see my big nipples sticking out of the water, they were definitely reacting to
the situation. Jon calmly pulled me back and forward so that he was going in and
out of me for ages. It was so warm, relaxing, natural and nice, that I wanted it
to go on for ever. No one seemed to be bothered by what we were doing, but one
or two people did have a good look. I presume that they were trying to make up
their minds as to exactly what we were doing. I didn't cum, but Jon did, and
after he stopped, we swam back to the beach, and lay on our beds. I was still
feeling excited, and decided to lay with my feet on the sand, on either side of
the bed. My lips were still swollen and open, and I'm sure that anyone who
looked could see right inside me, just like I been able to see inside the woman
that had been above us.
There was the usual stream of people walking up and down the beach, some naked,
and some with costumes on. The naked ones didn't take any notice of me with my
legs wide open, but some of the clothed ones seemed to be spending a lot of time
hovering near us. Later on, we went swimming again, but his time we took the
masks and snorkels. We spent ages swimming around, and looking at the fish and
rocks. It was the first time that I had done anything like that, and I was
enjoying myself. I didn't really notice the other people swimming near us, or
the fact that there were more of them as time went on. It was only when we came
to get out that I realised that we were right in the middle of the area of the
beach that didn't have anyone without clothes on. It didn't bother me because
Jon was with me, but we got more of the looks that we had got in the morning.
When it got to about 5 o'clock, we packed up and put our T-shirts on, and headed
back to the cafe where the bus stopped. We had an ice-cream and sat on the same
wall. There were a lot of other people waiting, and I had to sit right at the
end with only one bum cheek on the wall. I don't think that I was showing
anything. As soon as the bus stopped, everyone rushed to get on. Jon said that
is only the British that queue in an orderly manor, and then only in Britain.
We ended up having to stand together with lots of others. It was quite cramped,
and as the bus bounced along. I felt a hand on my bum. It could have been Jon,
he was in the right position, but so was another man. Jon's face didn't tell me
anything. Anyway, as the bus bounced along, the hand was getting more ambitious,
and was in between my legs, then my pussy. I was getting finger fucked on a
crowded bus, and I didn't know who was doing it. In a way that fact alone was
enough to get me worked up. When the bus stopped, and we got off, I said to Jon
"was that you doing that to me Master." Jon just said, "I wasn't doing anything,
what are you talking about Vanessa?" I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say
anything.
We went straight to the room when we got back, and after a shower, we lay on the
bed reading until it was time for dinner. Jon had me wear just my sarong and a
baggy top that night. The sarong was tied at my right side, which meant that all
my right side had little covering, and I had to be careful sitting down. I hoped
that Jon didn't tell me to move the knot round to my stomach. We went out after
dinner, and had a few drinks in a couple of bars before having an early night.
Wednesday July 29
I was a bit lazy first thing, and wasn't rushing to get up. My pubic hair was
starting to show again, and Jon told me to go and have what he calls the 3 S's ,
shit, shave and shower. When I reminded Jon that I had brought some wax strip
with me, he told me not to bother with the shave part and that he would 'wax' me
on the Thursday evening.
We had a lazy day by the hotel pool with me wearing my orange check cotton
bikini, well the bottom half anyway. I did manage to go swimming in the pool on
my own once, and I made use of the water jet again. It's a very lazy way of
having an orgasm. I tried to experiment a bit, and tried to get the jet to fill
me up, but I couldn't manage it. I decided that the pressure wasn't great enough
to force its way in.
When we got back to our room, we stripped off (as usual) and sat on the side of
my bed, looking out of the patio doors, talking. After a while, we lay back with
out feet still on the floor, still talking. The next thing I knew was that I was
waking up because of a noise outside. I was still half asleep, and realised that
we had both fallen asleep, on our backs, on the bed at right angles to the
window, with our feet on the floor. As usual these days, my feet were apart.
Anyone looking in would get a real good view of our genitals, and they could
take as long as they like, because we were asleep. I glanced outside without
moving my head, and realised that the noise was a camera automatically winding
on to the next frame. One of the girls was taking a photograph of us. The other
two girls were also there, and they were all whispering to each other. Not
really caring what they were thinking, but wanting to get a bit of excitement
out of the situation, I lifted my hand and scratched my belly button, and then
put my hand on my pussy, and kept it still, as if I had just scratched myself in
my sleep. I waited a few seconds, then started to stroke my lips and clit,
slowly at first, then getting faster. I could hear the girls whispering, but
couldn't make out what they were saying. I started going for it, just as if I
were having a 'wet' dream. I even let my other hand grope about until it found
Jon's cock, and started playing with that. Jon was starting to get erect, but
didn't wake up. At one point I thought that the girls had gone, because I
couldn't hear them. But after a while I heard the camera again. I kept going
until I had an orgasm, then stopped and pretended to go into a peaceful sleep. A
few minutes later there was a loud noise, and I 'woke up'. I sat up and noticed
that Jon's erection had gone, and that one of the girls was still on their
balcony. I picked up my book and went out and sat on a chair. The girl looked
over, and said hello. I said 'hi' back, and started talking about the weather
and started a conversation about where each of us had been etc. The usual idle
chit-chat. The last time I had spoken to someone in that way, was when I had
been in Wales, all those months ago.
The girl's name was Louise, and all 3 were on their second week from Manchester.
They were having a great time, and getting a lot of men. Louise asked me if I
was worried about being seen on the balcony, naked. I told her that a year ago I
wouldn't have dreamed of it, and I told her about how I had changed my life, not
about the punishment part, I didn't know if she would understand. I said that it
didn't matter because it was 3 girls next door, not 3 rough drunken lager-louts,
and I wasn't sure that there was anyone on the other side. "What about the
hundreds of rooms in the hotel next door?" she asked. "Too far away" I replied.
Louise then said that lots of people take binoculars with them on holiday, "I
hadn't thought about that" I said, "but I'm not worried, I'll never meet them,
and anyway, I've got Jon to protect me." I asked Louise if she had ever
sunbathed or swam naked, but she hadn't, so I said that she should try it. I
suggested that she start taking her clothes off somewhere where she felt safe,
like on a balcony with her friends there, safety in numbers and all that. Louise
said that she would think about it, and talk to her friends. I told her about
the beach that we had been to the previous day, and how good it felt sunbathing
and swimming naked. I told her that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I had
even stopped wearing knickers, that I didn't even own any anymore. That
surprised her a bit, but I could see that she was thinking about it. Just then
Jon came out of the room, and I watched Louise's eyes looking him up and down,
and hovering round his hips. I introduced them, but Louise excused herself and
went in.
We had a late dinner that night, before we got a taxi into Ibiza town, and went
down to the harbour area. I was wearing just shoes and my dungaree dress, and
had had a difficult time in the restaurant making sure that I didn't turn too
quick and end up with a breast hanging out. I got a few funny looks from the
'oldies' in the restaurant. Jon was right about Ibiza town being a different
world at night, the place was buzzing with life. Restaurants and bars had sprung
up everywhere, and there were thousands of people moving about. I got a bit of a
surprise at the number of gays and transsexuals, all out dressed as flamboyantly
as they could. It was great. I didn't feel at all under-dressed because about
50% of the people seemed to have something showing, on the contrary, at times I
felt over-dressed. The whole place was a bit like a giant street party. The
shops didn't seem to want to shut, and we went into a few and I tried a couple
of dresses on. One of the shops didn't even have a changing room, and I had to
change behind a rack of dresses, virtually in full view of the hundreds of
people that were passing. The shop assistant didn't bat an eyelid when she saw
that I didn't have any knickers on. Another one of the customer did though. We
didn't but anything, the prices were aimed at millionaires.
We did find a shop that sold 'love aids', and had a good look around. Jon bought
a bigish dildo (I was a bit worried about the size), a vibrator with a separate
box that I didn't understand, and a pair of knickers. When I asked Jon about the
knickers, he said that these were latex ones, and were for a special purpose,
but wouldn't tell me what. In the back of the shop there were 2 small rooms with
mirrors on the walls, and a sign saying 'peep show'. I couldn't see what was to
'peep' at, so I asked Jon. He said that the people in one room could 'peep' at
the people in the other room. "That could be fun" I said, but Jon just said that
the rooms were too small, and we left.
We went in a bar that had a lot of English and German people in it, and tried to
get a drink. It took ages trying to get to the bar, then get served because
there were so many people. I found out why the bar was called 'Gropers Palace',
we hadn't been in there 5 minutes before a felt a hand slide under my dungarees
and grab my right breast. I looked at Jon, but he just shrugged his shoulder and
continued trying to get the barman's attention. After a few caresses of my
nipple, the hand stated wandering down to my stomach, and with the size of the
waist of the dress, it didn't have any problems. This hand went down to my pussy
and started fingering me, and I couldn't even see the face of the man (well I
assume it was a man) that the hand belonged to. He was stood directly behind me.
It wasn't long before I got wet, but the hand suddenly disappeared, only to be
replaced by another one, but this one was definitely a man, it was big and
rough. After he had got one of his fingers wet, that hand disappeared as well. I
looked round, but no one seemed to be in a position to have been doing it. As I
turned back, Jon stuck a beer bottle in my hand, and we moved to a less crowded
corner. I told Jon what had happened, and he just asked, "did you enjoy it?"
When I said, "well yes, but I was just so surprised" he said, "take your
pleasures when you can," and then pointed to a 'man' that really looked
outrageous in his make-up, see-through blouse, mini-skirt and high heels. I
nearly laughed, but thought I had better not. It got more crowded, and as a man
squeezed by, he reached in, and gave my right nipple a tweak. Jon smiled. The
place got more crowded, so we moved over to some stairs. They were a narrow
spiral staircase, but no one was on them. Jon told me to go up them a bit, that
I couldn't get groped up there. How wrong he was, I was only up about half a
dozen steps, but that left the hem of my dress at about head height to the
people who were still on the main floor. I then realised that they could
probably see straight up my dress. Looking down, two men had realised this as
well, and were looking straight up at my pussy. After a few words from one on
the men to the other, a hand reached out and up.
First contact was right on target. A finger went straight in me without even
touching my legs. There was no resistance because I was wet from the 2 other
men. After a couple of minutes, Jon turned and looked at me and saw the hand,
well the arm actually, and then followed it to the owner. When the owner looked
at Jon, Jon just shook his head sideways, and the hand withdrew. Jon grabbed my
arm and dragged me into a dark corner of the room, leaned back against a wall,
and pulled me backwards onto him. He put one arm round my waist holding my back
against his front. He then gave me his beer bottle so that his other hand was
free, and he put it between us and I felt him get his cock out. It was getting
hard, and he pushed it between my legs and onto my pussy before taking his hand
out and taking his beer from me. I had just found another of the benefits of not
wearing knickers. He was virtually fucking me in a crowded bar, my dress looked
normal from the front, and no one could tell what we were doing, what a turn on.
I wiggled my bum about a bit, and managed to get him into me. It was great. We
couldn't really 'go for it', otherwise people would have realised, but I did
manage some slow movements. At one point, the crowd was really on top of us, and
I felt hands grab a breast, and my pussy. I think that the one on my breast was
Jon's, and I bet that the one on my pussy got a shock when it found a pussy with
a cock in it. Shortly after that I felt Jon's body shudder, then I got that warm
feeling of his juice shooting into me. We finished our beers as he softened, and
then 'plopped' out. As we were leaving, his juices (and mine) started running
down my legs. Not that there was anywhere to do it, but Jon wouldn't let me
clean myself up, and it wasn't long before I had dried cum nearly down to my
knees.
We went for a walk round the harbour, and up passed where there are a couple of
night clubs. We didn't go in, but we did watch some of the people going in. The
things that the girls weren't wearing. I thought that I was a little close to
the line of decency, but a lot of these girls would get locked-up in England.
There was even one girl wearing only a thong and another whose skirt only
reached her pussy when she stood still and pulled it down. As soon as she moved
a leg, you could see all her trimmed pubic hair. There were some nice hunks of
men as well, but Jon wouldn't talk about them. After a while, Jon stopped a
taxi, and we went back to the hotel.
Thursday July 30
We went for a late breakfast, just wearing T-shirts, and straight after that,
Jon put some shorts on, and went out, leaving me to get a bit more sleep. I saw
Louise on their balcony with one of her friends, and I said, "Hi," but we didn't
chat.
When Jon got back, he told me that he had hired a car for the rest of the
holiday. It turned out to be one on those ugly Ford Ka cars. Jon had me put on
just my sarong, and white bikini top only, and we packed our things and went
out. We went for a drive in the country, so that I could see more of the Spanish
culture, Jon wanted to educate me as well. We stopped at a little roadside cafe
for some lunch, and learned a little more about the Spanish speed of life.
Still, it didn't matter, we were in no hurry, and we were sat out in the sun.
When we got moving again, I asked Jon if I could sit in the back, and try to get
some sleep, I still hadn't quite recovered from the booze the previous night. He
said it was OK, and that he would wake me when we got to anywhere worth
stopping. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke, I was laid on my back
with my head at one side of the car, and my feet at the other, one foot on the
floor, and the other bent at the knee, on the car seat. In effect, with my legs
wide open. It took me a while to realise that the car was stopped, that Jon
wasn't in it, and that we were in the middle of a town. The bit that really
startled me was that there were lots of people walking passed the car. Jon had
parked on the side of a main road, and left me showing everything that I had got
to anyone who happened to look in, and some were. Jon had left one of the
windows open a bit, and I could hear what people were saying. When I finally
realised that I should move, there were a group of teenage lads looking at me
and saying all the usual things. I moved, and got out of the car and went for a
little walk to stretch my legs, and met Jon coming towards me. "You're awake
then" he said, and I asked him what time it was. He said that we had been parked
there for an hour, but I'm not so sure, it didn't seem that long. Well I hope it
wasn't. We drove off, and came to this little beach called Cala Conta where
there are trees and sand dunes. We parked in the trees, and went down a bit of a
cliff to a small beach that was full of naked people. Jon said that the big
sandy part was round the corner. We couldn't find enough space on the small
sandy bit, so we went along the rocks, and found a place there. No sooner than
we had laid everything down, Jon gave me my mask and snorkel, and told me that
we were going for a swim. This was of course in the nude. We swam round, looking
at all the fish and the rocks, and I suddenly realised that we had swum round
the corner to the place where everyone was wearing something, except us. It
didn't really matter because we were in the water, but there were other people,
using masks, who were taking more interest in us than the fish. Jon was
oblivious to this, but I wasn't, and I was collecting a little gathering of
young teenage boys. Not feeling very brave at that moment, I swam over to Jon,
and told him. He just told me to practice my floating, on my back with my legs
open. "Let them have a good look, it will do them good" he said. What else could
I do except obey him. Fortunately, after about 10 minutes, they got bored, and
moved on, but not before one or two had got so close that I thought that if I
suddenly closed my legs, then I would give them some bruised ears.
A couple of hours later, we left, and I again lay in the back. Jon didn't warn
me, but we stopped for some petrol, and I discovered that not all Spanish petrol
stations are 'self service'. All of a sudden there was a young man stood next
to the car, pumping petrol in, and looking straight at my pussy. Jon was stood
behind him waving his hands, trying to tell me to stay still. These Spanish
petrol pumps are very slow as well, I could see the pump, and it was taking
about 30 seconds for each litre. Jon stopped him after 25 litres, and gave him
some money. Not very bright either, it took ages to sort the change out.
When we got back to our room, Jon said that it was time for my waxing, and
searched for something to restrain me. I realised what he was doing and told him
that it wouldn't be necessary. I could take the pain. I got out the wax strips
and then lay on my bed waiting. Jon started at my ankles and moved up my legs.
The pain was bad, but I was expecting worse. The ones on my pubic bone were
quite bad, but then Jon told me to lift my legs above my head, and to hold my
ankles with my legs wide open. Jon asked me if I wanted a gag, and when I said
yes, he put the ball-gag on me. In a way, that was a relief, because it meant
that I could scream, knowing that the noise couldn't get our. And scream I did.
The wax really stuck to the inside of my labia quite well, in-spite of the
juices that I was producing. At one point, I looked out of the patio doors, and
I'm almost sure that I saw Louise looking at me, but Jon suddenly ripped another
strip off, and when the pain subsided and I looked again, she was gone. At last
Jon was finished, and he let me get up and take the gag off and look at myself
in the mirror as I rubbed cream on myself. Yes, I was nice and smooth, but I was
also bright red. Jon said that the best way to cool down, was to go and have a
swim.
I put my white costume on (for the first time that holiday), and we went down to
the pool. I was having trouble keeping the 2 sides together at the front, and
I'm sure that my clit was hanging out. I jumped straight into the water, and it
was lovely and cool on my pussy. I pulled the sides apart, so that the water
could circulate easier. Jon dived in, and we swam around for a while before I
found myself near the jet of water. I looked at Jon and said, "can I?" "Go on
then, but you will have to fuck me afterwards if you do" he said. So I did, it
was wonderful, slowly moving slightly so that the jet hit me at different
angles. I could feel the orgasm building up from deep in my belly, and I nearly
sank as I 'froze' when I came. Afterwards I put my legs round Jon's waist and we
fucked. The young kids in the pool were ignoring us, but some of the handful of
teenagers were looking at us, presumably trying to decide what we were doing. I
was glad that Jon had had me make the swimming costume the way he had, and it
was a good job that the jet of water is in a part of the pool that doesn't have
any sun beds near. Otherwise we would have had an audience of adults, and I'm
not sure what some of the older people might have said.
I didn't cum, but Jon did, and when I told him that I hadn't cum this time, he
said, "don't worry, you will." We got out, and went to the outside bar for a
drink, I had a real job trying to keep the two sides of my costume together, and
even resorted to holding my towel in front of me. Jon wouldn't let me do that
when we were sat at a table in the bar, and I daren't cross my legs. The
waitress that served us had a good look, but didn't say anything. Back in the
room, Jon told me to have a shower, then sit on the balcony to dry-off properly.
After I had been there for a while, he brought out the bag of things that he had
bought in Ibiza town. He got out the vibrator, and put the battery in it. It
wasn't very thick or very long, and when he gave it to me, it seemed different
to the one back home. He told me to move my chair nearer the railings, and put
my feet on top of the railings about two feet apart. I then had to use the vibe
to masturbate, without it switched on, and to stop just before I reached an
orgasm. Jon could tell when I was about to cum, and grabbed the vibe, and told
me to grab the chair's arm. I hadn't a clue what was about to happen, but Jon
went inside and then came back after a couple of minutes with the vibrator and
the black latex knickers. He then pushed the vibe right into me (still not
switched on), gave me the knickers and said, "put them on Vanessa". They were a
very tight fit, and it took ages to get them into place. The vibrator had no
chance of slipping out. Jon gave me my book, and we spent the next hour reading,
me wearing more than Jon - for a change. The man from one of our neighbours came
out on their balcony, had a look down to the pool, said, "hello," then
disappeared back inside. One of Louise's friends did the same a bit later. I was
going to try to talk to her, but she disappeared before I had had chance.
We went down for dinner at about 8:30, me in my lacy net dress. I could see the
black latex knickers through the material so I know that other people could. It
seemed so strange wearing knickers again, even if they were rubber ones. It had
been over 2 months since I've worn them. In the restaurant, I decided to have
something different to Jon, and Jon had got his and was sat at our table before
I had even managed to get at the food because the queue was so long. I was just
stood there waiting for this fat woman to make her mind up, when all of a sudden
I got the amazing shock. The vibe in me burst into life. It only lasted a few
seconds, but the shock was so much that I dropped my plate. It was so
embarrassing apologising to the waiter who came to clear the mess up, but I
couldn't tell him why I had dropped it. When I finally got my food and got back
to the table, Jon had nearly finished his food, and when I told him what had
happened, he reckoned that it must have been a loose connection. I was also told
that I would get punished for dropping the plate. It happened again when I was
bringing my ice-cream back to the table, but I managed to hang on to that. The
third time was when we were in the hotel bar, we were perched on the high
stools, which was a bit painful, but at least I didn't have to worry about men
looking up my dress. Just before it went off, I noticed Jon put his hand in his
pocket, and when it stopped, he brought his hand out. I'd already noticed a
bulge in his pocket - no, a square one, and I wondered if it was related to the
vibe going off, I'd remembered reading something about a remote controlled
vibrator, and wondered. When I asked Jon, he admitted that it was a remote
control in his pocket. I was already wet when I put the knickers on, but these
'sessions' when the vibe burst into life, the knowledge that Jon could start it
again anytime, and the sweat that was building up, and couldn't get out, was
giving me a strange feeling. It was a sort of 'sticky wet' feeling as I moved
about.
After a couple of drinks, we set off walking down the main street. Jon told me
that we were going to the bar that we had been to on the Monday night. On the
way there, Jon spotted a sign that said 'Live Sex Show - 23:00 every night.'
"There's an idea, we'll go in there one night" he said. I didn't know what he
was talking about, so I ignored him. In the bar it was karaoke night, I just
hoped that Jon didn't 'volunteer' me. There was the usual mix on good, bad and
bloody awful singer, but in one of the gaps where no one 'volunteered', the DJ
sang a few songs. One of them was 'Yesterday' by The Beatles. Before he started,
he warned everyone to listed close to exactly what he was singing. He didn't
change many words, but the ones he did, changed the whole context of the song. I
still remember the words, and I couldn't get it out of my head for days
afterwards -
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
The girlfriends in the family way
Suddenly, she's just twice the girl she used to be
There's a shadow hanging over it
Oh, yesterday I came suddenly
Why I had to cum I don't know, she wouldn't say
We did something wrong, now I long for yesterday
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh, I believe in yesterday
During the evening, Jon kept turning the vibe on, and the sessions were getting
longer and longer. In the end, I gave-up trying to fight it, and leaned back in
my chair and let it happen, I must have been very red in the face, because the
woman next to me asked if I was OK. Jon said that it was the heat, and that I'd
be OK in a minute. If only she'd known. As we were walking back to the hotel, I
felt horrible and nice inside the knickers. It was so wet. I was glad to get
them off and the vibe out when we got back.
Friday July 31
Jon had me wear just my vest to breakfast. Whilst I was getting some food one of
the vest straps didn't fall back into the right place and a breast was on show
for all to see. It was only when I saw a couple of kids pointing and giggling
that I realised. We were going to the beach that day, and as soon as we got in
the car, Jon took his vest off, and told me to take mine off. We drove to the
beach naked, and no one even noticed. Well, not until we got to the car park and
got out, a middle-aged couple and their teenage daughter just stood and watched
us walk into the trees. We were at Ses Salines where we had been before. We
walked onto the beach, and got a couple of sun beds in about the same place as
before.
After a while, we went swimming, and when we got back, there was Louise and 2
friends. They'd got some sun beds just next to us, and the best thing was that
they were all naked. We went over to Louise and said hello. The other 2 were
called Ann and Sarah, and all 3 seemed to be a bit embarrassed that someone was
talking to them. I also noticed that they kept glancing at Jon's cock. All 3 of
them had 'white bits' that were very prominent. Louise said that as it was their
last day, they'd plucked up enough courage to actually try it. We kept chatting,
and it was funny when the man came to collect the money for the beds hire. Sarah
and Ann suddenly had the urge to read, and had books in their laps. We all went
swimming, and the 3 seemed to relax, especially when Sarah produced a ball and
we started throwing it to each of us. We started trying to take the ball off the
person who had it, and it got a bit physical. At one point, all 4 of us women
were grabbing at Jon, and trying to pull him under. I grabbed his cock, and
noticed that it was erect. I thought that I would try something, and said that I
was getting out, and asked if the others were coming. Everyone agreed, and we
walked out of the water. Jon still had most of his erection as we walked up the
beach, and all of the girls noticed. I noticed Sarah whispering to Ann. I
wondered what they were talking about!
Back at the sun beds, we got the sun tan lotion out and before I could put some
on Jon, Sarah had started on his chest. I offered to put some on Louise, and did
her back first. I deliberately took my time on her bum, and went right in
between her cheeks, and down between her legs. As I did so, they opened a
little to make it easier. I asked her to turn over, and started at her
shoulders. Her nipples were erect before I got to them, but I still had a good
play with them before moving down. All this time, Ann had finished herself, and
was laying on her stomach with her eyes shut. Jon was on his back, with Sarah's
face only inches from his erection. Fortunately, he had his knees bent up, and
with Sarah between him and the sea, the only way that anyone could see what was
going on, was if they were right close to us.
I continued with the sun lotion on Louise's stomach. I then jumped down to her
feet and then moved up. I lifted her legs as I did them, and when I put them
down, they ended up a few inches apart, so when I got to the top, it was very
easy to do her inner thighs. I 'accidentally' brushed against her lips, and
heard a slight moan from her. I was a bit nervous, but not wanting to miss an
opportunity, I rubbed some into her pubes before going for her pussy. There was
no resistance, and she was already quite wet. She only had a little clit, but
when I found it, I started playing with it. That and a bit of finger fucking,
and it was obvious by her moans that she was having an orgasm.
I started putting lotion on my legs, but Louise 'came back to earth,' and asked
if she could return the compliment. And she did. I remember 2 comments that she
made, both of which made me feel good. The first was "You've got nipples that
are nice and big" and "I wish my clit was that big." When she was putting lotion
on my pubes she asked me what it was like to be 'bald.' "Great" I said. "It's a
lot healthier, no hair to get caught in zips, and sex is so much better."
"What about the looks that you get, you can see everything that you've got, even
when you're just walking. And with a clit the size of yours, I would be too
embarrassed." "After the first few people staring at you, you tend to just
ignore them, or think that they are a bit sad if they haven't seen a woman's
pussy before, and if it's a nice hunk of a man, it can be a bit of a turn on.
Try it sometime, if you don't like it, you just have to let it grow again" I
replied.
She continued talking to me as she played with my pussy. I remember her asking
what we were doing in the room the previous evening when I had my legs in the
air, and "what was that in your mouth?" but I didn't answer, I was building up
to an orgasm, and wasn't interested in talking. After Louise stopped, and I
calmed down, we sat and talked about all sorts, I told her more about how I came
to be with Jon, how much I was really enjoying my new life, and about the
punishment. She was fascinated by that, and said that she didn't know if she
could stand it. I was quite pleased that she tried to understand me, rather than
just put me down, as most people who don't understand do. I'd had a look over to
Sarah and Jon, and they had stopped 'messing around', and were also sat talking.
I was glad that Jon had had some fun with her.
Jon got up and asked if anyone else was going for something to eat. Both Sarah
and Ann put both halves of their bikinis on, but Louise only put the bottom half
of hers on, Jon put only his vest on, and I got my sarong out of my bag and put
that round my waist, and we all went to the beach bar. We all sat at a table
eating, and I remember Louise saying that the way we were sitting, she could see
everything that both Jon and me had got. Neither of us moved as Ann and Sarah
had a good look.
When we got back to the sun beds, Louise said that they had really enjoyed their
morning with us, but they had to leave. They'd promised to meet some men that
they had met the night before. After they had gone I put more sun tan lotion on
Jon then myself and we soaked up some more sun. Later we went for a walk, again,
we went right along the sea front to the end of the beach where the unfortunate
clothed people were and got a few looks. After that, we went in the opposite
direction, up onto the path along the rocks. We walked right along passed a sort
of lighthouse, and ended up on another beach. It was a better beach, but more
windy, and there were not quite as many people on it, but 99% of them were men.
Jon guessed that this was a gays beach. We decided to walk back through the
woods along a dirt track. On the way, we crossed paths with group of young men
on noisy motor bikes. I'm not sure, but I think that some of them went round in
a circle to have another look. As we were getting near the original beach, we
saw a few groups of people sitting in the shade of the trees. Most were normal
'family' scenes, but one was two men having sex. I felt sick, I cannot
understand gay men. I'm quite happy to 'live and let live,' but that doesn't
mean that I have to understand and like it. As we were walking I discussed this
with Jon, and was a little surprised that he agreed with everything that I had
said. In his opinion, women had a lot more to offer than men. He can understand
2 women getting together, but not 2 men. Under another tree, there was a young
couple who were obviously having sex, he was laid on his back, and she was on
her knees on top of him, and moving up and down.
When we got back to the sun beds, we went for a swim as we were quite hot. When
it came time to go, Jon put his vest on, but he wouldn't let me put mine on, I
had to walk back to, and through the car park, still nude. There were a lot of
people leaving at the same time, and I felt a little embarrassed, brave, and
excited. Jon wouldn't let me put anything on when we got into the car, not until
we parked the car outside the hotel. Fortunately, from the beach to the hotel
didn't involve going through any built-up areas. I was allowed to put my sarong
on for the walk to our room, and got a number of 'looks' as we walked through
reception and up to our room.
Back in the room, we rested as Jon said we would be up late that night. We both
slept laying on top of the beds. I woke as it was getting dark, Jon was already
up, and had put the light on, but hadn't closed the curtains. Not that I would
have expected him to, they hadn't been closed since we got there. Jon decided
that I had to wear my see-through lacy net dress that night, but with what Jon
called 'virtual' knickers. I got the body paint out, and we spent 5 minutes
painting 2 little triangles on me, one just above the start of my slit and the
other at the top of my bum cheeks. Jon then joined the top of them with 2 narrow
bands. There weren't many people left in the restaurant when we got there, and
no one took any notice of me.
That evening, we went out in the car (I had to take my dress off, and sit very
still so that I didn't rub the 'knickers' off), and drove for about 30 minutes
before we arrived in a place called San Antonio. We parked the car and walked
round the place, which was like a small town. I suppose that it was because of
the dark, but I don't think anyone could tell that I was naked under my
see-through dress. It was getting late (or should I say early), and we walked
into an area that was full of bars, and literally hundreds of teenagers drinking
in and out of the bars. Most of them were just kids enjoying themselves, and
causing no harm to anyone or anything, but there were a few who didn't know when
to stop. As the night went on, we saw more kids who had acquired something that
stopped them from standing up. In one bar that we stopped in, there was one
corner that seemed to have about a dozen girls and boys who were all 'well gone'
as Jon says. Some of them thought that they could still manage to have sex with
someone next to them, and it was funny watching them trying to grope each other.
I don't suppose that any of the girls cared that some of their skirts were up
round their waists. Back in the main square, the local police were active, and
we watched 2 of them pick up a youth that a paramedic had just checked out, and
throw him into the back of a police van. "There's someone who's going to have a
bad day tomorrow" Jon said. As we walked passed a police woman and man, they
both looked up and down me. "That's it" I thought "I'm about to be arrested,"
but they didn't, they just walked on. My heart was pounding, but I'd got away
with it.
As we were walking back to the car, we saw a night club with a poster outside
saying that there was a 'Miss Ibiza' contest the next night. Jon said, "You're
going to enter that that tomorrow." "What will I have to do" I asked. Jon asked
me if I could dance. When I said yes, he told me to stop worrying. Back at the
car, I had to take my dress off before getting into the car, just as a drunken
couple were passing. There were a few choice comments. When we got back to the
hotel, Jon said that I had to get back to the room without my dress. After a
quick panic, I decided that I could go in the side entrance and up the back
stairs, and along the corridor. As it turned out, I didn't see anyone, and in a
way, I felt a little let down. I had to have a shower before going to bed, to
get what was left of the body paint off.
Saturday August 1
As soon as I woke up, Jon told me that it was time for my punishment for
breaking the plate in the restaurant, I had waited long enough. He told me to
bring one of the balcony chars in, and to lean over the back of it with my feet
apart. The position wasn't quite right for him, he said that he couldn't get a
good swing, and he had me move slightly. He gave me 50 strokes with one of his
shoes. It took ages, and as usual, I had to count each one and thank him after
each one. By the time he got to about 40, tears were dripping from my eyes. When
it was finally over, I got up, and saw Louise on her balcony watching us. I
tried to smile at her, and she smiled back. I think the noise had woken her up,
she was wearing a T-shirt, and looked as if she had just got out of bed, So did
the young man on the balcony on the other side of us. He was only wearing
boxers, and looked a but stunned at what he had seen. Either that or he was
still half asleep. I suppose seeing a naked man spank a naked woman at that time
in the morning, would be a bit of a shock to some people. Anyway, Jon told me to
go and sit on the balcony while he had his 3 Ss. I had stopped crying by the
time I went onto the balcony, and said 'Hi' to Louise. She asked me if I was all
right, and when I said I was, she asked me why Jon had done it. I said that it
was OK, I deserved it, and in spite of the pain and tears I had enjoyed it. I
put my finger in my pussy, held it up and said, "Look, I'm soaking." I think
that all that was too much, too early for the man on the other side, he has
disappeared. I heard Sarah shout to Louise, who then said, "I've got to go, the
coach will be hear in 30 minutes and I haven't had a shower yet, nice to have
met you," and she was gone.
I didn't want to sit down, so I leaned on the railing and watched the few people
down by the pool. I didn't want to get too close to the railing in case anyone
could see me, which meant that my elbows were on the railing, but my feet were
about 2 feet back from it. I suppose that my bum was stuck out a bit, and it
must have looked inviting to Jon, because when he came out of the bathroom, he
came straight out onto the balcony, stood behind me and grabbed my breasts. His
cock was also pressing against my bum, and I could feel it getting bigger. He
told me not to move, and he started to fuck me. He said that he had always
wanted to do that, and he kept going in and out. I don't know what anyone below
would have thought if they had looked up and seen my head going backwards and
forwards over the railing, but who cares. All the time my breasts were hanging
there getting 'caressed' by Jon's hands. We came together, and Jon grabbed a
chair and we sat down, with him still inside me. I felt so happy, and told Jon
that I could really get used to life like that. After a shower, we put T-shirts
on, and went for breakfast. I was really getting to like having short hair, I no
longer had to worry about drying it. It is just like the advert says 'wash and
go.'
We spent most of the day driving around the island taking in the scenery and
local culture. The slightly strange thing about it was that we spent all that
time driving around in the nude. When we were going down one dirt track, Jon
laughed at my breasts wobbling about as the car bounced along. I must admit,
they did look like a couple of small jellies being shaken about. We stopped at
a little resort, and Jon told me to put my T-shirt on, and go and get us some
sandwiches and drinks, and we then found a quiet little road and stopped to eat.
I put some sun tan lotion on us both, and we sat on a little wall eating. When
we had finished, Jon decided to take some photographs of me, and had me pose in
lots of positions, on the wall, with my legs round a little tree, laid on the
wall, and laid on the car. One pose was like that song says, sat on the bonnet
with my knees up and legs apart. The other memorable one was spread-eagle on the
bonnet. I can't wait to see that one on Jon's PC. Right in the middle of the
'photo session,' a little donkey and cart went passed with a little old man and
woman on it, both wearing black. They had a good look at us, and I could hear
them talking, but they didn't stop.
After lunch, we found a little deserted beach and spent a few hours soaking up
the sun and resting. At about 5 o'clock, we headed back to the hotel, and lay on
the beds, Jon said that it was going to be a late night, and we should get some
rest. I woke at about 10 o'clock, too late for the restaurant. Jon told me to
pack a bag with my white bikini, white lycra shorts and top, and my black pencil
dress. I had to wear just my white lycra dress. We drove to San Antonio and got
something to eat before going a night club called Extrasis. Jon asked one of the
bouncers about the Miss Ibiza competition, and was told where we had to go. I
was starting to get a little nervous, and Jon bought me a drink to calm me down.
When it came close to the time for me to perform, we went to the changing room,
There were 3 other girls in the competition, and I thought that they were all
more beautiful than me. Jon said that that wasn't true. We were told what we
were expected to do, then Jon took me to one side and added a bit more. Now I
was getting nervous. I changed, and put all my clothes on, other than the white
dress that I was wearing. I was on third, and the waiting was agony. Jon had
left me to go and watch the others. Eventually, I was called out, and had to
start. All the organisers had told me was that we had to dance and take some of
our clothes off, leaving on whatever we thought we should, we were supposed to
dance to the 3 judges that would be sat on chairs to one side of the dance area.
When I got out, the dance area was a circle of about 20 foot diameter with
people stood or sat, all round. I looked round for the judges, and for Jon, and
saw him sat right next to one of the judges. He was smiling and winking at me,
which helped me a lot.
The music started, and I started dancing. I moved slowly to start with, then
started kicking my legs up as I danced. I started taking my clothes off and
throwing them to Jon. When I was down to my bikini, I rolled on the floor again,
spreading my legs wide (remember how narrow the gusset of my bikini bottoms
are). When I got up again, it was time to take my top off. This got a few cheers
from the audience. Next was the final item, my bikini bottom, not that it was
covering much. Once off, I danced around the edge of the circle letting some of
the men touch me. I even bent over (at the waist) so that they could have a good
look. I could tell that the music was coming to an end, so I ended by sliding on
my knees towards the judges so that I ended up in Jon's 'assume the position'
position, staying like that until all the applause had ended. It seemed to take
ages, and there was a lot of shouting and whistling in with it. Even Jon was
clapping.
When I got up I went over to Jon and we walked to the side where the first 2
girls were. One of them had put a T-shirt on, but the other was only wearing a
thong. The first one had only stripped to her bikini bottoms, and the second to
her thong. The 4th girl was out and ready to start, but just as she did, a large
drunken woman of about 30 staggered onto the floor, and started dancing and
undoing the zip of her dress. Everyone was laughing at her, and the poor girl
who was supposed to be dancing just stopped and looked at the judges. Two
bouncers came and tried to persuade the woman to move, but she didn't want to
know. She was shouting words to the effect of "if they can strip off, then so
can I." This got lots of cheers from the audience, and in the end, the compare
said that she could have her turn. She staggered around taking her dress of,
then her slip, then her large bra. She was left with tights over a pair of white
knickers that were big enough for both Jon and me. When she finally got these
off, the flab was bouncing about like jelly, and the audience were in hysterics.
When the fourth girl finally got to restart her turn, I think that she had had
her spirit broken, and she wasn't very good, she wasn't dancing to the music,
and although she took everything off, her heart just wasn't in it. I felt sorry
for her. I hadn't put any clothes on, and the 4th girl didn't either. We had to
wait ages before the judge finally announced the results. I had won, and I had
to go and collect my prize, 20,000 pesetas and a large bottle of champagne. Wow,
was I happy. Jon looked at me ad said, "I told you that you would win." After
collecting the money, I turned to face the main part of the audience, got into
the 'position,' and waved my hand with the money in it to the audience. This
brought more cheers. I was very happy, and when I walked back to Jon he grabbed
my arm and pulled me to the bar saying "let's celebrate." We got 2 glasses and
went and sat at a table, and he opened the bottle. The cork went flying, but I
couldn't hear the 'pop' because of the noise of the music. It was only when I
had downed the first glass that I remembered that I was still naked. I looked
round, but nobody was interested. 'If they're not, then I'm not', and had
another drink.
Jon wouldn't drink much because he was driving, so I had to finish the bottle. I
was getting quite happy, and when Jon pulled me up to dance, I didn't even think
about what I was (not) wearing. As we danced, I suddenly thought 'what are they
looking at' and then realised. I told Jon that I wanted to put something on, but
he just said that as no one was complaining, then sod it, keep dancing. After a
few more songs, Jon grabbed me and pulled me to a door that I hadn't seen
before. We went through it, and then down some stairs, and came to a room with a
little bar, and a small swimming pool. Jon wouldn't let me jump in straight
away, I think that he wanted people to see that I didn't have any clothes on.
There was certainly enough of them looking. After a couple of minutes, he said,
"go on then" and in I went. That seemed to be a que for other to strip off and
jump in. It wasn't long before most of the people were in the water, with
clothes everywhere. People were generally messing about, and most of the women
were screaming as they were groped. I certainly remember a few hands on me. Jon
had a coke at the bar, and when he had finished he called for me to get out.
Reluctantly I did, the groping was fun, and I had groped a couple of men, one
with a big hard on. Anyway, Jon gave me my white dress to put on, but as soon as
I had, it was virtually see-through with the water, and it didn't help as my
hair was dripping down onto it. We went out of the club and back to the car. By
then, it was about 5 o'clock in the morning, and the place was still very much
alive. Got a few shouts and whistles from some men because my dress had ridden
up and my bum was hanging out.
Just before I got in the car, Jon told me to take my dress off so that I didn't
get the car seat wet, and we drove back with me naked. It was still lovely and
warm at that time of night. Back at the hotel, Jon wouldn't give me my dress
back, so I had to get back to the room naked. Fortunately, I remembered the way
I had gone a few nights ago, and managed it without seeing anyone. Back in the
room, I remember having a bit of a giggle, then nothing until the next morning.
Sunday August 2
Sunday started slowly, and I only just managed to get up and get to the
restaurant before they closed the doors. Jon had tried to wake me up and given
up and gone for breakfast and then a walk. He was back in the room when I
returned, Jon said that it was pointless trying to do anything with me that
morning, and he told me to get some sleep, and then he went out and left me. I
took my T-shirt off and lay on the bed and dozed off. When I woke up, our new
neighbours were out on their balcony. On one side there were 2 girls in their
late teens, and on the other side there were 2 girls that looked about 15. Each
set were looking round and talking as if they had just arrived. I think that
they all looked into our room and saw me at some time, I heard one of the
younger girls say to her mate "hey look at this," but I don't know if they were
referring to me. After a few minutes they all disappeared, and I grabbed a book
and a bottle of water, and went onto our balcony and started reading. After I'd
read a few pages, the younger girls came out again. Our eyes met, and I said,
"Hi" to them. They seemed a bit nervous talking to a naked stranger, but after a
few minutes of idle chat, they settled down and we had a good chat about nothing
special.
They were twins from Leeds and were there with their parents, brother and a
friend of his. They told me that the boys were coming to collect them so that
they could go and have a look around the place, and one of them (Rebecca) asked
me if I was going to cover up. They both seemed a little surprised, when I told
them that it didn't bother me, and that my friend wouldn't let me wear clothes
in our room. Anyway, a couple of minutes later, there was knock on their door,
and in came the 2 boys, both about 14. When they came out onto the balcony and
saw me, their eyes nearly popped out of their heads. Especially when I said,
"Hi" and introduced myself. The girls wanted to go and get on with their
exploring, but the boys managed to drag out their hellos for ages before they
finally left.
Jon got back about mid afternoon, and told me to put a T-shirt on, and pack a
bag with my white bikini, a pair of his brief, briefs, and some towels. We were
going to the Water Park about a mile down the road. When we got there, we found
an area of grass to spread out on, and then Jon told me to take my T-shirt off,
and then put my bikini on - in that order. I looked around then did it. Jon
chastised me for hesitating, and told me that I would be punished for it. I
tried to tell him that I was worried about all the people, but he just said that
I had to trust him, and that the punishment would be doubled for trying to argue
with him. I apologised, and told him that I did trust him. As it turned out, no
one was interested in my display, well, I didn't see anyone looking at me.
We went on most of the water slide, and had great fun. The only problem was my
bikini. The top kept coming off my breasts and at one point I lost the top
completely and spent ages looking for it. At first, I thought that it must have
been caught up on something back in the tunnel, but a woman found it and passed
it to me. I was also having trouble keeping my pussy covered, and a couple of
times I had to pull my bikini bottoms straight after the movement of coming down
the slides had made the crotch disappear between my lips. All that water being
forced against my pussy, with very little protection, was also getting me a
little excited. In a way, I was glad that everyone seemed to be more interested
in enjoying themselves, rather than in me. However, I did get a few stares when
we went for an ice-cream, and it didn't help when Jon pushed his iced-lolly into
my right nipple and it jumped to attention..
When it came to the time to leave, Jon had me take my bikini completely off, and
dry myself with the towel before he would let me put my T-shirt on. This time, a
middle aged man laying on the grass near us was looking, and I was watching the
bulge grow in this costume - until he turned onto his stomach.
Back in the hotel, we had a quiet night (for which I was grateful). We had a
drink in the outside bar before going to shower and change for dinner. Jon had
me wear my short wrap-round shirt and a baggy cropped top. I had to be careful
as I bent over the buffet table to get my food. We spent the evening in the
hotel bar and lounge drinking and playing cards. I nearly suggested playing
strip poker or something, but I realised that I would lose, and end up naked in
the hotel lounge. I didn't think that that would be a good idea. When we were in
the lounge we sat on the big low sofas and I really has to squeeze my legs
together to stop people from seeing my pussy. But as the night wore on, and the
alcohol started to work, I wasn't quite so caring, and once or twice I caught a
man looking at me.
Back in our room we took a last drink out onto the balcony, and I sat on Jon's
knee as we drank. I could feel him getting hard, and I stood up, faced him and
moved forward. When I was over him I lowered myself onto him. We were just sat
like that drinking, when the 2 young girls and 2 boys came out onto their
balcony. The boys had a good snigger, they could see my breasts, and I guess
that they thought that they knew what we were doing. The girls just said, "Hi",
the ignored us. We just continued drinking and having a motionless fuck. The
kids gave-up and went in before we finished. Neither of us came, but it was nice
just sitting there.
Monday August 3
Jon was up bright and early and full of life, and had decided that we needed
some exercise. He told me to pack a bag with my white shorts and top, his
shorts, our trainers and towels. We put our vests on, and then went for
breakfast. Later, we drove around looking for a Gym that we could use, but the
ones that we found, didn't open until after lunch, so we went to Ibiza town, and
went shopping. We found a department store and wandered round. We found some
nice dresses that were at realistic prices, and Jon selected a couple for me to
try on. The only changing rooms that they had were cubicles in the main shopping
areas, with curtains for doors. I went into a cubicle and half closed the
curtain, so that Jon could see me, and took my vest off. The first dress was a
sort of blue silk with flowers on it, and a bit oriental, it had a high neck and
no sleeves. The interesting part was that the skirt part was split up both sides
right to the waist. The dress was a tight fit, but I guess that it should have
been. I put my arms in the bottom, and lifted up so that I could slide it down
over my head. When my head 'popped' out of the top, I looked out, and saw a
young female shop assistant looking at me. When she caught my eye, she turned
away.
The dress fitted quite well, and I liked it, but Jon didn't. The second dress
didn't have any sides, from top to bottom, except for a cord that was zig-zag
threaded from top to bottom. It was plain white with a low cut 'V' neck, and as
I put it on the same way, there was the girl again. Jon said that apart from the
cord going below my waist, it was quite nice, but was too big. I took it off,
and he went to swap it for a smaller size. He told me not to touch anything
while he was gone, so I just stood there with the curtain open. Six people went
passed while I was waiting, but only one looked in, and that was another young
female assistant. She stopped and had a good look before moving on. I just
looked back at her. When Jon got back, I put the dress on, and Jon decided to
buy it for me.
After wandering round a few more shops we went to a cafe, and sat outside at a
table on the pavement, and had a coffee and a sandwich. Jon had sat us so that
we were both facing down the street, with me on the outside. Jon had crossed his
legs so that no one could see what he had got, but of course I couldn't, and
anyone who walked towards us, and looked could see my pussy. I told Jon about
this, and he just said, "good, open your knees a bit." I regretted saying
anything, but did it. It was only the kids that looked, and when I told Jon, he
told me to close my legs if anyone that looked under 14 looked. I got a couple
of giggles from a group of girls, and one lad must have gone round the block,
because he went by twice.
About 40 minutes later, we left, and went back to the car, and drove to one Gym
that we had seen. It was open, and the price was acceptable to Jon. We both went
into the first changing room that we came across. I think that it was the gents,
but it didn't matter because we were the only ones there. After getting changed,
we went through into the workout area. Again, no one there, and we got started.
We had a good workout, even if it was very quiet. Just as Jon decided that we
had had enough and we headed for the door, it opened, and about 6 people came in
dressed for a workout. Jon saw a sauna and decided that we would go in. It
wasn't that warm, but we still stripped of and lay on the benches. I was
starting to doze off when the door opened, and 2 men came in and sat at my feet.
They were Germans, and asked (in good English) if we spoke German, Jon said not,
and they continued talking in German. They kept looking at me and my pussy, then
getting on with their conversation. I got the impression that they were talking
about me, but I couldn't prove it. I started to relax and doze off again, and
felt my legs open a bit as I relaxed. I think that the men were still looking,
but I was too sleepy to think about it. They eventually left, and then we went
out. There was a plunge pool next to the sauna, and Jon didn't tell me how cold
these things are normally. I found out quick enough, and I immediately got
straight out again, wide awake, and with nipples that you could bend an iron bar
round. "That wasn't very nice" I said, but Jon just smiled.
To get back to the changing room we had to go back through the main Gym, and Jon
wouldn't let me wear anything. We walked through with my nipples still frozen
rock hard. One man dropped the weights he was lifting as his eyes saw me, and
one of the women slipped off the bench she was just getting on. In the changing
room there was a real hunk getting changed, and for some strange reason, he
looked a bit embarrassed by me being there with no clothes on. We ignored him,
got dried, put our vests on and left.
Back at the hotel, we put our swimming costumes on (my white one piece) and went
down to the pool. I lotioned us up, and we settled down to soak up the sun until
the evening.
When it came to getting dressed for dinner, Jon asked me if I had brought my
pleated navy skirt and a white blouse with me. When I said yes, he told me to
wear them with my white lycra shorts. I though that it was a bit strange, but
who am I to question my Master's commands. We went for dinner, and then a couple
of drinks in the hotel bar before heading down the main street. We stopped at
another bar, and had another drink, then Jon took me to the place with the sign
said 'Live Sex Show - 23:00 every night' outside. I though that it could be
interesting watching other people having sex. As soon as we went in, Jon asked
if he could talk to the manager. When he arrived they were talking quietly, and
I couldn't hear what they were saying, and afterwards, we went to the bar and
were given a drink. I didn't see Jon pay, so I assumed that it was like the
cafes where you paid when you left. We got some seats, and talked, and watched
the other people there. There were about a dozen men, and about 5 or 6 women
that looked like customers. At about 11:45 the show started. A couple came on
and started dancing around, slowly taking their clothes off. The dancing got
more and more erotic, and when they were naked, they started touching
themselves. The woman then got down on her knees and started sucking his penis.
When he finally got hard, he lay on his back, and she climbed on and they had a
good fuck. There's not much more that I can say about it.
About 5 minutes after they had finished, the manager come onto the 'stage' and
said that he was proud to announce the guest appearance of 2 people from England
who were going to put a show on for everyone. With that, Jon grabbed my arm and
pulled me onto the 'stage'. I was mortified and excited at the same time. What
was I supposed to do? What was Jon expecting me to do? After taking a little
bow, Jon dragged me off behind a screen, grabbed a packet of cigarettes from the
manager, and stuffed them on my blouse. He then put on a teachers gown that the
manager gave him, and told me that I was going to act like a naughty school girl
who had been caught smoking, and was denying it. The rest would follow
naturally.
We went onto the 'stage' and Jon stood me where he wanted me, after the audience
were quiet, Jon started talking to me as if he were a teacher who had caught a
girl smoking. As instructed, I said I hadn't, and the lecture went on. He asked
me again, and I still said no. With that, he put his hand down the top of my
blouse, and moved it about, looking for the cigarettes. I then had another
lecture before he told me to take my blouse off. By this time, I was relaxing a
bit, and was starting to get into the act a bit, so I did a bit of pleading
before slowly taking it off. I was now topless, and the 'teacher' started on
another lecture about not wearing a bra. He then told me that he wanted to see
if I was wearing the regulation knickers. I started to lift the side of my
skirt up, but he said, "No, take it off." When he saw my white shorts, he
started on again. Finally he said, "right, it's punishment time. He then made me
do lots of aerobic exercises that stretched my arms and legs, and made my jump
and run on the spot. My little breasts were bouncing up and down, and my nipples
were getting hard. He then sat on a chair, and told me to lay over his knee. He
gave me 20 slaps before telling me to stand up and take my shorts off. It was
then back over his lap for another 20. After that, the exercises started again.
In among some of them I had to stand on my head and then open my legs wide. That
did it, if the audience hadn't seen my wet pussy by then, then that certainly
gave them an eyeful. He then had me walk on my feet and hands, but with my
stomach in the air. I hadn't done that since I was at school, and it was a bit
painful.
He then told me that I was going to get caned, and that I was to bend over the
back of the chair with my feet apart. I pleaded with him to not do it, and when
he said, "NOW," I ran off round the back of the audience. He came after me and
when he 'caught' me, he dragged me, struggling, back through the middle of the
audience, and put me over the chair. My feet weren't wide enough for him, and he
pushed them further apart. The audience could see everything that I'd got. I saw
the manager pass Jon a cane, and then it started. The first really hurt, and
after I had calmed down I said, "One - thank you Sir." After 10 the tears were
dripping from my eyes, and my sobbing must have been loud enough for everyone in
the room to hear. After I had said, "Twenty - thank you Sir," it stopped, but I
didn't move. My backside was really hurting, it was on fire, and was worse than
the time that Jon caned me back in England.
Out of the corner of my eye, and through the tears, I could see Jon taking his
clothes off. When he turned to face me, his cock was the biggest I had ever seen
it. It was as if he had swallowed a whole bottle of Viagra. He came round to the
front of me and said, "Swallow." I opened my mouth and took as much of it as I
could. I sucked and sucked, and I could tell that he was getting close to
coming, but he pulled out and just stood there, erection pointing into the air.
After a couple of minutes, he walked round the back of me and rammed it into me.
There was absolutely no resistance, as I was so wet that I could feel my juices
running down my legs. I screamed, but not from the pain, I had re-composed
myself enough to remember that we were putting a show on. Jon went in and out as
I moaned quite loud. I was getting close to cuming, and I thought that Jon was
too. Then it happened, we both came at about the same time, and I screamed as
much as I did when the cane was hitting me. When he pulled out of me, I stood
up, and Jon then told me to 'assume the position' but facing the audience. When
I was down there, I could feel all our juices running out of my open hole. Jon
came and stood over me, and let the juices from his cock drip onto my face, and
I licked them off. After that Jon told me to stand up and take a bow, the show
was over.
We both went over to the bar (still naked), and the manager gave us a drink. I
couldn't sit on a stool like Jon had, because my backside hurt too much. The
manager said to Jon that I "was quite a woman" and did we want a permanent job.
I was glad that he said no, I had really enjoyed it, but I don't think that my
backside could take that every night. After we had finished our drinks, we went
and found our clothes (Jon wouldn't let me wear the shorts), and said our
goodbyes.
When we got back to the hotel I asked Jon if we could have another drink before
bed, and we went into the bar and he perched on a stool while I stood next to
him. There was hardly anyone there, and after the drink we went to our room. As
we were getting ready for bed, I noticed the 2 older girls on their balcony
talking, and watching us. I looked in the mirror, and could see lots of bright
red weals all over my backside.
Tuesday August 4
Jon wouldn't let me sleep late, and I had to get up and have a shower before 8
o'clock. I was still thinking about the previous night, and how much I had
enjoyed myself, and I told Jon as we were walking into the restaurant. I had
forgotten about my backside until I sat down to eat my breakfast. I asked Jon to
take a look to see if the red marks were still there. He didn't need to look, he
has already seen them, even below my T-shirt. That meant that other people could
see which worried me a little. After breakfast we packed a bag and drove to the
harbour in Ibiza town, and got onto a ferry to an island called Formentera. The
journey took just over an hour, and it got quite windy which presented a problem
as we walked around the boat, and when it came to go up the outside stairs, I'm
sure that I gave the people below me a great view. Come to think of it Jon must
have been showing a lot as well.
When we eventually arrived, we walked up the harbour and to a place that had
lots of bikes outside. Jon said that it was the best way to get round, and
judging by the number of people in the shop, he was right. We hired 2, and as I
climbed on mine, I was thinking that it could be fun sliding from side to side
on the saddle, just like it was fun riding Jon's bikes. Shortly after we got out
of the village, Jon stopped and we took our T-shirts off and cycled nude. Jon
said that Formentera was a Naturist island, and we would see lots of naked
people. A few cars and motor bikes passed us, then another couple on bikes that
were also naked. I wondered if she was enjoying the experience as much as I was.
We peddled for about 30 minutes and came to a dirt track that we went down.
Eventually we came to fantastic beach with trees and sand dunes behind it. We
padlocked our bikes to a tree, and spread our towels on the sand near a pile of
rocks that looked as if was being used as a little jetty - or so Jon said. The
only people that I could see with clothes on, were those who were arriving. I
put some more sun tan lotion on Jon and then me, and as I was doing me, Jon told
me that the inside of my thighs wasn't as brown as the rest of me, and he told
me to make sure that I lay with my legs wide open so that I would get an even
tan. We lay there for about an hour before Jon got restless, and decided that we
were going for a walk, and what a walk it was, we walked for what seemed like
hours, and all in bare feet - bare everything. Through the trees and dunes, out
to a little island, passed a cafe, through the car park, through what Jon
thought were salt lakes, up to the main road, and back along the beach. On the
way, we stopped at a beach bar and had something to eat. Everything was so
relaxed, and it seemed natural that most people didn't have any clothes on.
I was shattered when we got back, and my feet were a little sore. We went for a
swim to cool down, then lay on our towels again. It didn't take long for me to
doze off, and when I woke up, there were lots of people standing around us. It
was a jetty, and a boat was coming in. The people were waiting to get on the
boat, and there was me laid with my legs wide open, right in the middle of them.
One or two were looking at us. I looked at Jon who was just laying there, legs
apart, propped up on his elbows, watching the boat come in. Well I thought, 'if
he doesn't care, then why should I?' The boat arrived, and people piled off.
Jon said that it looked as if they were from the mainland, and were just here on
a day trip. I don't think that some of them were expecting naked people,
certainly not spread-eagle in the middle of their path off the boat, and I
noticed a couple of shocked looks. There were 3 youths among them, and they
obviously enjoyed what they were seeing, they decided to stay where they were
when they first saw us. They were still there when everyone else, and the boat,
had gone. They spread their towels and lay on their stomachs directly below me.
I wondered if they had had to lie on their stomach to avoid any embarrassment.
After a while, I turned over onto my stomach, still with my legs apart; I wanted
to get rid of those white bits. I was thinking about the show we had put on the
previous night, and then I remembered the red weals on my backside. I lifted my
head to look ad my bum, and yes, they were still there, not as bright, but still
there. The youths must be able to see them I thought, and squeezed my pussy
muscles and realised that the juices were flowing. I wondered if the youths
could see that as well. I dozed off again, and when I came round, they had gone,
and so had Jon. I looked round, and saw him laid half in the water, and half
out. I went and sat next to him and I told him that I had been thinking about
the previous night, and that I would be happy to do it again - if he wanted to.
"Not at the moment" he said. "Maybe some other time."
I could see that he was thinking about the previous night as well, because his
cock was growing. I decided to have a bit of fun, and stood up, with my feet
apart, just in front of him. If / when he looked up, he would be looking right
at my pussy. Nothing new, but if he was feeling a bit randy, then it might just
tempt him. After a few minutes, and a cock that was definitely getting bigger,
he jumped up and told me to follow him. We went into the trees and sand dunes
and found a quiet spot where he told me to get down on my hands and knees, and
he fucked me from behind. It was over pretty quick, and I didn't cum, but I had
certainly enjoyed it.
As soon as that was over. Jon decided that it was time to start back, and we
packed up and started back, again cycling in the nude. Jon's and my juices were
still coming out of my pussy, and it wasn't long before I was sliding all over
the saddle. It was very pleasant, and with the bouncing along the dirt track, I
beginning to think that I might even cum. Unfortunately I didn't, and it wasn't
long before we came to the outskirts of the village, and we stopped ant put our
T-shirts on. Back at the bike shop, I felt a little embarrassed handing back a
bike that had a saddle that was all wet and sticky.
On the boat, we bought some drinks, and went on the deck at the front to catch
some more sun. Jon followed me up the stairs, and stuck a finger in me and held
it up saying "a little wet aren't we Vanessa," in a voice loud enough for
everyone to hear. There were other people on the deck sun bathing, and 2 of the
women were topless, so Jon told me to take my T-shirt off, and lay it over my
pussy. I was further back from the front than most of the people there, so if
anyone looked, they would be able to see under my T-shirt. The boat set off and
after about half an hour it started to get windy. I tried to clench my legs
together to keep the T-shirt in place, but the wind finally blew it off me, and
back along the boat. Jon told me to go and get it, but each time I got near it,
it blew further away. It ended up right in the middle of the seated area that
was full of people. What else could I do? I just had to brave it out and walk
into the middle of them and get it. Lots of people were looking at me, but no
one said anything until I had retrieved it and put it on. At that point, a
couple of men clapped their hands.
Nothing else happened on the boat, and we made it back to Ibiza harbour. Instead
of going straight to the car, we went into a little boutique that Jon had
spotted when we were parking the car. There were some nice clothes in there, and
I tried on a skirt that Jon liked. It was tight, black, and had a split up the
front of one leg that went up to the top of where my pubic hair would have been.
To get it on, I had to hold my T-shirt up, and got a funny look from the old
woman assistant. Jon liked it, and he bought it.
Dinner had already started when we got back to the hotel, so we had to have a
quick shower, and down to dinner. Jon told me to wear my new skirt, and a baggy
cropped top. After dinner, we went for a walk along the beach, and Jon told me
to spin my skirt round so that the split was right in the middle. It was a good
job that there was hardly anyone on the beach, because when I looked down I
could see all of my bald pussy. Just before we left the beach, Jon told me to
spin it back to the front of my right leg.
We went into the bar that had the DJ comedian in it and sat at a table near the
back. As the night went on, things got livelier, and just before Jon was
thinking of leaving, the DJ suddenly asked if any of the girls were brave enough
to get on a table, and do a striptease. There was deadly silence at first, but
when he offered a bottle of champagne to any girl who would, then Jon stood up
and said that I would. A girl a couple of table away from us also stood up and
said that she would. I had seen her earlier, and thought that she was on her
own, and trying to get drunk. She certainly looked that way when she stood up.
The DJ said OK and everyone cheered as we got on our tables. I started to sway
to the music, and dance around in a small circle. My skirt was so short that I
imagine people could see my ass without me even moving. After a couple of turns
on the tiny table I slid my top off of my shoulders and let it slide down to my
waist before pulling it over my head. The men all whistled and cheered like I
expect they would at a real strip show. I danced a bit more and then hooked my
thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and slid it over my hips, down my legs to
my feet. I kicked it out of the way and continued my little dance, turning and
swaying gently. I guess that the men expected me to be wearing knickers, and
they cheered loudly when they saw my bald pussy. As I was dancing, I looked over
at the other girl who was down to her knickers. They were quite small, and she
slowly eased them over her hips and off. She had a neatly trimmed bush, and the
men certainly seemed to appreciate her dance.
The DJ let us continue for another couple of minutes before stopping the music
and telling us to go and collect the champagne. I jumped down, and saw the other
woman almost fall off her table. Jon told me to go and help her, so I went over
to her. She was definitely drunk, and I had to help her walk to the stage. To
get there, we had to walk across the dance floor, and the men there groped us
both. The DJ asked us our names (the other girl had trouble saying that hers was
Vicky) before giving us our champagne. We then had to get back to our seats,
and got groped again. This time, I felt a finger enter my pussy which was still
quite wet. I couldn't do much about it as I had to help Vicky stay on her feet.
Eventually we made it back to Jon, and I plonked Vicky down. Jon told me to go
and get Vicky's clothes before putting my top and skirt on. We then had to help
Vicky put her dress on, we didn't bother with her bra and knickers, and in the
end we left them in the bar as a souvenir for some man to collect.
Jon was wondering what to do with Vicky. She was in no state to tell us where
she was staying, and there was nothing in her purse to tell us where she was
staying. Jon decided that it would be best if we took her back to our room, and
we left for the long walk back. Jon was finding it difficult to help Vicky walk,
and when she threw-up over the front of her dress and Jon's shirt, Jon decided
that a change was called for, so he gave me the other bottle of champagne, and
picked her up in the fireman's lift. This left her over his shoulder and her
dress up over her bottom, leaving her ass and pussy exposed. We walked through
the hotel's reception like that, and got a few funny looks. Back in our room,
Jon dropped her on my bed and then we had a drink of water. After that, Jon
decided that we had better get her dress off, and put her to bed. We did,
stripped off, and got in, with Vicky in between us.
Wednesday August 5
When I woke up, I was laid on my left side with my arm over Vicky, and my hand
holding her right breast. Vicky was laid on her left side, half on Jon, her
right leg was over his, and touching his cock, and her right arm was over his
chest. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom. When I got back, Vicky was just
waking up, and when she saw Jon she jumped up. She saw me, naked, and said,
"where am I?" "Relax" I said, "you're safe, nothing happened." "But you
haven't got any clothes on, and neither have I, or him" she said looking down at
herself and Jon, who was now starting to wake up. Jon reached out and grabbed a
bottle of water, and said, "here, drink that, you'll need it." He then got up
and walked into the bathroom. Vicky's eyes followed him, then turned to me and
said, "God, my head hurts. Where am I, how did I get here, and where's my
clothes?" I told her the full story, and she was blushing as I told her about
the table dancing. She asked about her clothes, and I told her about leaving her
underwear in the bar, and just as I was telling her about her throwing-up all
over it, Jon brought it back in, holding it up, and said, "I don't think you
will want to wear this until you've had it cleaned. "How am I going to get back
to my hotel?" Vicky said. Jon told her that we don't bother with clothes unless
we have to, and not to feel embarrassed, because we don't. He then said that he
was going for some breakfast, put a T-shirt on, and left.
"He hasn't got anything on under that T-shirt," she said. I told her not to
worry and that she wouldn't have any underwear on when she left, because she
couldn't borrow any because I don't possess any. "Wow" she said. We had a long
chat, and I told her all about Jon and me, and she told me about her being on
holiday on her own, it being a last minute booking because she wanted to get
over just splitting with her boyfriend. Apart from men trying to chat her up, we
were the first people who she had talked to. She had arrived the previous
Saturday for one week, and was going back to Nottingham on the same flight as
us. When Jon got back, we told him the full story, and he said that she could
stick with us for the rest of the week if she liked. Vicky said that she would
think about it, and she thanked us for looking after her, and not taking
advantage of her. She finally got out of bed, and asked if she could have a
shower. When she came out, we were on the balcony talking. She stuck her head
out, and asked if we had anything she could wear. "We'll sort that out later,"
Jon said. "Come and tell us what you would like to do today". She had a quick
look round and then came out and sat on a chair.
She was slightly taller than me, slightly slimmer, and had slightly larger
breasts, but her nipples were a lot smaller, so I wasn't jealous. I noticed that
little trimmed triangle of dark brown hair, but couldn't see anything peeking
out of the bottom of it. As we were talking, the 2 young girls came out onto
their balcony and said, "Hi" as they looked at Vicky. Jon and me both said, "Hi"
back, and carried on talking. Vicky was having a half-hearted attempt to cover
herself, but soon gave up. Especially when Jon said, "No one cares round here."
When next doors doorbell went and Rebecca let the 2 boys in, Vicky again tried
to cover up. It didn't help when the 2 boys started staring at us.
"Aren't you bothered about them?" Vicky said, pointing to the 2 boys. "Not at
all, in fact I get a bit of a thrill teasing them," I said. With that I stood
up, and walked over to the railings between the 2 balconies, and asked the boys
what their names were. The 2 girls giggled and Rebecca said, "what's the matter
Mark - embarrassed?" With that, the girls said, "bye" and dragged the boys out.
We all laughed, including Vicky, who was starting to relax.
Jon told us that we were going to get some breakfast, then going to a Hippie
Market at a place called Es Cana, near a resort called Santa Eulalia. Vicky said
that she should really go back to her hotel. Jon said that she would have to
borrow a dress anyway, so why not go straight there. "What about underwear?" she
asked. I looked at Jon then told her that we wouldn't be wearing any. He told
her that she had 2 alternatives, firstly, she could have some painted on with
body paint, or secondly, she could just go for it. After a few seconds thought
she said, "forget the paint, it will probably be too messy, I'll just go for it"
and we went to look for a dress for her. She chose the cheesecloth one, and Jon
told me to wear the denim dungarees. As we walked out of the hotel, Vicky said
that it was a bit draughty, and I said, "Nice feeling isn't it."
In the cafe, Vicky told me that she could see my pussy, and she was a little
surprised when I said that I wasn't allowed to cross my legs. Over breakfast,
Jon and me told Vicky about the 'arrangement' that we had, and I told her that I
was really happy with it, that Jon was the best think that had happened to me. I
even told her about the spankings. I got my Ben Wa balls out of my purse, and
put them on the table. She had no idea what they were, and when I told her what
they were, she said that she "must get some of those, sounds as if they're
better than a man." I told her that I didn't agree with that bit, but they
certainly had their uses. I had an idea, and asked her if she would like to try
them, and that she shouldn't worry about them falling out, as you soon learn to
control that. With that, Jon told her to take them, and put them in, in the car
on the way.
As we were getting up to leave, I turned a little abruptly, and my left breast
came out. When Vicky pointed it out to me, I said that I could only adjust my
clothes if Jon said so. "What about me?" When I told her that it was only me who
couldn't, she stood in front of me and pushed it back in. The flesh contact made
my nipple stand up, but under the thick denim, no one could see. As we drove
off, Vicky asked me if there was any special way to put them in, When I said no,
she opened her legs (she was in the back), and I watched her push first one,
then the other in. She said that nothing was happening, to which Jon said, "It
will!" When we got to the ring road round Ibiza town, I suddenly remembered that
we weren't naked. When I mentioned it to Jon, he told me that as we had a guest,
it didn't matter this time, but we would when we came back.
The Market was really crowded, and very hot. As we were walking in, Vicky had
said that she was liking the feeling of no knickers, but that she was a little
worried about the length of my cheesecloth dress that she was wearing, she just
hoped that it didn't get windy. It wasn't long before Vicky told us that the
balls were starting to work, and that she was starting to get turned on. Jon
said, "give it another 5 minutes, and your pussy will be dripping, and then
you'll have trouble walking." Ten minutes later, she begged us to find a toilet
so that she could take them out. Jon said that we would be lucky to find a
toilet, and that we should look for somewhere quiet to 'perform the operation'.
Eventually, we managed to find a quiet corner round the back of a building, and
Vicky squatted down, and squeezed them out into her hand. She gave them back to
me, and I decided to wear them for a while. I popped them in, and we continued
looking round.
After about an hour looking and buying nothing, Jon told us that we were
leaving. Instead of going to the car, we first went to a small supermarket down
the road and bought some cans of coke. While we were queued as the checkout,
another woman joined the queue. The interesting thing about her was that she was
only wearing 3 rectangles of material, hanging together with string. I guess
that she was one of the Hippies. By this time, Ben was doing what he was
designed to do, and I needed somewhere to either stop the stimulation, or get
the real thing. Jon just gave one of his smiles, and said that I would have to
wait another 5 minutes. From there we walked to a little beach that was round
the back of the market. After finishing the coke, and me removing Ben, Jon said
that we were going for a swim to cool down. He stripped off, and went in. As I
was taking my dress off, I noticed that Vicky wasn't moving. I asked her what
was wrong, and she said that she didn't have a swimming costume, and that she
had never swum nude before. I told her that it was great, and that as there was
no one else near us, then why not give it a try.
She said OK, and took the dress off before running down to the water. I couldn't
help noticing that her breasts bounced a lot more than mine did as she ran. In
the water, we splashed about and generally messed about. We kept 'ganging up' on
either Vicky or me, and we were picked up and thrown back into the water. Jon
started grabbing breasts and bums, and it was good to see that Vicky wasn't
getting prudish about it. She was giving as good as she got, and started
grabbing both me then Jon. Jon took it for while, then grabbed her round her
waist and pulled her bum out of the water and gave it a couple of slaps. She
just said, "Ouch" and carried on. When we got out, we all lay on the sand with
Jon in the middle. Vicky lay on her stomach to start off with, but soon turned
over, which left her with sand all down her front, and mixed in with her short
pubic hair.
We had to go back into the sea to wash the sand off before we left, and to start
off with, Vicky had trouble with the cheesecloth dress sticking to her. As we
walked back to the car, one on either side of Jon, he put his arms round us and
pulled us to him. That felt good, and I wasn't at all jealous of Vicky. After we
drove out of the car park, and about a mile down the road, Jon stopped, and we
all took our clothes off. Vicky said that she was a bit nervous, and excited
about being nude with all the other cars about. As a joke, I said, "wait until
we pass a bus, or get stuck in traffic in a built-up area."
It was an uneventful journey back and just as we were getting into Playa d'en
Bossa, Vicky said that she had really enjoyed her day with us, and she asked Jon
if he would mind if we had her company for the rest of the holiday. Jon said,
"Not at all, the only condition is that you pack your bags, and move in with
us." Vicky thought about it for a minute, and then said, "Well, you didn't take
advantage of me last night, and I've enjoyed myself today, so yes, I would like
that." We stopped outside Vicky's hotel and put our clothes on, then went to
Vicky's room and helped her pack her case. It was a really small room, with no
balcony. Jon said that it was just typical of package holiday companies charging
single travellers extra for grotty little rooms.
Back in our room, Vicky said that the sofa would do just fine for her, but Jon
said that she could sleep in our bed, he would take the middle, with us on
either side of him. She said that she wasn't sure, and Jon then said that we
would sort it out later. Jon and me had stripped off when we got into our room,
but Vicky kept my cheesecloth dress on until she had a shower. When she came
out of the bathroom, she was naked, and when I mentioned it she just said, "when
in Rome." Jon told us that we were going into Ibiza town that night, and asked
Vicky if she had been there late at night. She said, "no," and John said that
she might get a bit of a surprise. I had to wear my lacy net dress, and Vicky
wore a cotton button front dress. I was pleased to see that she didn't bother
with underwear. Jon put a shirt and Chinos on, then gave me my collar to wear.
We walked into the hotel bar, either side of Jon; both of us with an arm round
him. One of the barmen passed some comment to Jon about now having 2 beautiful
girls, and then John asked him how much he would give him for one of them. That
seemed to confuse the poor man, and he went to get us our drinks. After a couple
of drinks, we went for a walk looking for a restaurant, and found a Chinese one.
It took us ages to get through the meal, and it was dark when we finally left
and drove to Ibiza town.
Walking around, Vicky kept saying, "look at him," or "look at her," or "look at
that" when she wasn't sure what 'that' was. I didn't know what 'that' was half
the time either. A couple of times she said, "I can see her tits," or she hasn't
got any knickers on." I was tempted to say 'you and me haven't either, and you
can see my pussy if you look' but I didn't. We went into one of the cheaper
boutiques and decided to try some dresses on. They had 2 little changing
cubicles opposite each other, with curtains, and when we were in there, Jon came
and opened first the curtain on mine, then Vicky's. Vicky grabbed a dress and
held it against her, but when she saw me naked and only Jon there, she relaxed.
She had chosen a tight fitting dress that had a zip down the front, and she was
having trouble fastening it. I had just taken off the first dress that I had
tried on, when Jon told me to go and help Vicky. Still wearing only my collar, I
walked across the room, not thinking about who could see me. It was only when I
heard a man say "Nice ass" that I looked round, and say a young couple looking
at me. I ignored them and continued to Vicky. She really had picked a dress too
small, and neither of us could get the zip to fasten. By the time we gave up,
all 3 of us were laughing. The shop assistant was just watching and ignoring us.
We took the dress off, and Jon told me to go and get a size bigger, but I didn't
know where Vicky had got it from so Jon told me to go and ask the shop girl. She
smiled a little as I walked up to her, and asked her for a size bigger. She just
said, "follow me" and went to the front of the shop. There I was, naked, just
inside the glass door. I was getting a bit of attention from people passing by,
and I'm sure the girl was taking her time getting the dress. When I got back to
Vicky, she asked me if I was embarrassed being naked like that. I just said,
"try it," and helped her on with the dress.
Vicky was learning, because when we got the dress on, she said that she didn't
like it, took it off, and walked to the same rack at the front, and slowly
selected another one. The assistant acted as if it happened all the time (maybe
it did). Vicky walked back wiggling her ass as a couple of young men outside
watched her every move. Jon decided that we had had enough fun, and told us to
get dressed. Just to add to the fun, I grabbed Vicky's dress, stated putting it
on, and told Vicky that she would have to put mine on. This made Jon smile, and
I guess he was thinking about what Vicky would look like in it, being a couple
if inches taller than me. He was right, it only just covered her pussy, and her
bush was clearly visible though the material, more so than me, because my lack
of hair made it not as obvious. Jon would only let me fasten Vicky dress down to
just above my pussy, and up to just below my breasts. We left, thanking the
assistant for her time.
Poor Vicky was having a bit of a struggle keeping my dress below her pussy, and
she kept holding her hands in front of it. Jon was laughing more and more as we
went into a bar. We got some drinks and found a table. As soon as we sat down,
Jon got the lead out, and attached it to my collar. Jon decided that we would
have another drink in there, and told Vicky that it was her round, and she went
to the bar. By the time she got back to the table, my dress was above her pussy,
and as soon as she put the drinks down she pulled the hem down. Jon asked her
who had seen anything, and when she had looked around, she said, "no one" Jon
then asked her why she had bothered. That night I discovered that Vicky couldn't
take much alcohol, as she giggled and then pulled the dress up to her waist and
sat down.
I went for the next round, with the lead hanging down the front. I guess that
with all the unusual sights in Ibiza, a girl with a collar and lead was nothing
special and everyone acted as if it was an every day sight. Maybe it was. We
finished our drinks and as we stood up to leave, Jon told me to pull Vicky's hem
down. As I did, I deliberately touched her pussy, and it was all wet. We walked
back to the car, with Vicky giggling, and letting my dress ride up so that her
butt and pubes were showing. No one took any notice of me being 'pulled' along
by the lead. Jon opened the driver's door, lifted the front seat up and told
Vicky to get in. As she did, she wiggled her ass at Jon, so he grabbed at her
pussy, and when he pulled his hand out, I could see her juices all over it. We
stopped at a quiet cafe on the way back, and had a coffee, I think that that was
for Vicky's benefit.
Back in our room, Vicky was the first to strip off, and go out onto the balcony.
The 2 older girls next door were out on their balcony, and said, "Hi" to us as
we all went out, and sat drinking water from a bottle that Jon had brought out.
Jon asked the girls where they had been. They said that they had been to a disco
called 'Kiss' but it hadn't been very good, so they had left. Jon went in to go
to the bathroom and Vicky and me leaned on the front railing looking at the few
people walking back to their rooms, and talking to the girls next door. After a
while, they went in, and Jon came out. I hadn't heard him come out and he came
up behind me and leaned on me. He had an erection, and it went straight into me.
I said, "that's nice," and started wiggling my backside. Vicky didn't take long
to twig what was happening, and said, "I could do with a piece of that." Jon
didn't need a second invite. He pulled out of me and went to behind Vicky,
grabbed her hips, and slipped into her. I guess that she was as wet as I was
because there was no flinch, just a smile and a sigh. I said to her "I thought
that you were off men at the moment?" "Only the ones that I don't trust, and I
reckon that I know enough about you two by now." As they were going at it, I
could see her breasts swinging back and forward. So could the girl from next
door who had come out to have another look over the balcony. I caught her eye as
she was looking at Jon and Vicky, and I said, "don't they look happy?" "Err,
yes, I suppose they do" was the reply before she went in. As I continued to
watch, I looked over at the girl's door, and could see 2 sets of eyes looking at
us.
It looked and sounded as if Vicky came, and I certainly recognised Jon's body
language. We went in, and lay on the bed, Jon in the middle, and us two on
either side. "What about me Master?" I said. "Right then" he said, "you had
better clean us both up, and you know how, me first." I got onto my knees and
started licking his balls then cock. By the time I had licked all their juices
off, he was getting hard again, and I started giving him a blow job, but he
stopped me, and told me to start on Vicky, who was watching us, fascinated. I
climbed off the bed and went round to Vicky's side and knelt on the bed with my
knees up by her shoulders, and started licking her stomach. As I moved down to
her pubes, her legs opened for my forehead to get in between. I found her clit
then her hole, and stuck my tongue in. When I came up for air I could see her
hand wanking Jon. It wasn't long before her other hand was 'caressing' my pussy.
She was good with her hand, and it wasn't long before I could feel an orgasm
building, but she stopped, and when I turned and looked at her, she grabbed my
knee and lifted it over her. I wasn't going to object, and in a couple of
seconds we were in the classic '69' position. She was biting my clit and
hurting me, but I guess that she had worked out that I would enjoy it. It wasn't
long before I shuddered and went rigid. I think that that bit just pushed her
over the edge as well, and she shuddered as well. When things had calmed down, I
realised that I had one of Vicky's pubic hairs somewhere in my mouth, and it
took ages before I finally managed to get it out. As I was doing so, I was
thinking that it had been a long time since that had happened.
We went to sleep, on of either side of Jon, both with an arm and a leg over him.
Thursday August 6
I woke up with the bed bouncing up and down. Vicky was kneeling on either side
of Jon's hips and having a good ride. I reached up and started squeezing the one
nipple of Vicky's that Jon wasn't. When she realised that it was me, she looked
at me and smiled. I said, "good morning" and went to the bathroom for a pee and
clean my teeth. When I got back, they were both collapsed beside each other. "My
turn?" I asked, but Jon said not, it would be my turn later. "But Master,
Vicky's getting more fun than I am." I made the mistake of saying. I regretted
it straight away, and the look on Jon's face was a little frightening. "Assume
the position" he said. "Getting a bit too cheeky lately young slave," he said.
"I think it's time for you to be reminded who's in charge here." He went and got
a leather belt from one of his pairs of trousers and dangled it in front of my
face. Vicky was just staring at me.
"Right" he said, "out on the balcony, and over that table, Vicky, will you hold
her arms down please?" We went out and I got over the table, and opened my legs
before he told me to. After a couple of adjustments in my position, he started,
and I started counting. After about 3, Jon was getting his aim better (or should
that be worse), and he was managing to get just one cheek, and the end of the
belt was wrapping round my cheek, and hitting my pussy and clit. I was having
difficulty keeping quiet, but the noise of the belt hitting me must have been
enough to attract the attention of the 2 young girls next door. Vicky told Jon
that she could just see them through the window. Jon said, "so what!" and
continued. Jon stopped when we got to ten, and I managed to hold back the tears
as I got up and went into the room. "And while we're at it, it's about time you
were waxed again. Get the stuff out."
I got myself ready, and lay on the bed waiting. Jon asked Vicky if she would
help, and they both did one leg each. I think that Vicky thought that that was
the end of it, because she started to clear up. "Hang on, we've still got her
pubic hair to do" Jon said. "Bloody hell, that's going to hurt" Vicky said. I
asked if I could have a gag, and Jon got the ball gag out and gave it to me. As
I was putting it on, Vicky said that she had never seen one of those before, and
had a good look at it. Jon did the front of my pubes, and then told me to lift
my legs. As I was waiting for Jon to pull the first strip off my lips, I could
see Vicky cringing, I guess that she could imagine how much it was going to
hurt. All credit to Jon, he did them very quick, and the gag didn't have to
suppress my screams for long. As I was getting up, I saw my bright red pubes and
lips, they were hurting nearly as much as my backside, but not as much as my
clit that was still suffering from the effects of the belt. Jon told me to go
and take a shower and then spend the next hour on the balcony, catching up with
the notes for this journal. As I was walking to the bathroom, I heard Vicky say,
"A bit hard on her weren't you?" "No, she enjoys it, ask her" Jon replied.
When I came out, Jon gave me the little remote controlled vibrator, and told me
to put it where it belonged (after the previous session with it, we had decided
that I didn't need to wear the rubber knickers to be able to keep it in place,
just muscle power). Vicky watched as I put it in me, then Jon said, "and keep it
there until this evening." He then gave Vicky the remote control and said, "play
with that knob on and off during the day." "What does it do?" she asked. "Just
try it - not now, but later, and see if you can work it out for yourself."
Jon and then Vicky went and had a shower, while I was writing my notes. After
that, Jon and me put on our vests, Vicky put on a wrap round skirt and T-shirt,
and we walked to a cafe for breakfast. Just as we were ordering, Jon said to
Vicky "I'm glad to see that you haven't put any underwear on Vicky." The waiter
stopped writing and looked at both Vicky's and my laps. I'm sure that he could
see my red pubes, but looking at Vicky, I doubt that he could see anything,
except for her red face, Jon had embarrassed her. Vicky finished first, and
started looking at the remote control. The inevitable happened, and I gave a
little shudder. Vicky didn't notice what I had done, and said to Jon "what's
supposed to happen?" Jon said, "Something did happen, give it time, you'll find
out." Fortunately, she turned if off again, saying she would try again later.
Jon decided that we would spend the day at the beach, and we went back to the
hotel and packed our things. Just after we had got in the car, Jon told me to
take my vest off, and he took his off. Vicky decided to 'go with the crowd' and
took her skirt and T-shirt off as well. Jon drove out of the car park and to the
end of the road. While we were stopped waiting for the traffic, a group of youth
on mopeds pulled up along side us; also waiting to turn left. It didn't take
long for them to spot us 2 naked girls in the car and within seconds, 3 or 4 of
them were bending down and looking in the windows. Vicky tried to cover herself
with her hands, but I thought 'what the hell' and just smiled at them. We drove
off, leaving them in the distance, but I think that Jon was wanting a bit of fun
because on the way to the beach, he drove into the airport, and deliberately
stopped alongside a bus full of people waiting to unload at the departures side.
I could see one or two people looking down before Jon drove off.
We pulled into the beach car park, and Jon decided to start a new row well away
from the others. That meant that we had a long walk in the open before going
through the other cars and into the trees behind the beach. Needless to say Jon
wouldn't let me cover up, Vicky decided to be the same way. Three cars came into
the car park as we walked across it before we got to the cover of the other
cars, and a few of the occupants had a good stare at us. On the beach, we parked
ourselves on sun loungers, and I rubbed sun tan lotion all over the 3 of us. I
lingered round Jon and Vicky's interesting bits, but nothing exciting happened.
We had a quiet day soaking up the sun until about mid afternoon when we went for
a walk along the water edge after going for a swim. All 3 of us walked the full
length of the beach, and got a few stares when we walked along the part that was
occupied by people with clothes on.
It was slightly uncomfortable 'wearing' the small vibe, and I think that Vicky
and Jon had forgotten about it. Jon decided to go for another walk on his own,
and was walking off when Vicky decided to put some more sun tan lotion on. I
hadn't seen her pull the remote out of her bag, or switch it on, but I certainly
knew when she did. I suddenly jumped, and said, "Ow." "What happened to you"
Vicky said. When I told her that it was her, and that the box that Jon had given
her was a remote control for the vibrator that Jon had told me to put in that
morning, she was fascinated, and she kept playing with the switch and looking at
me. It didn't take her long to bring me to the brink of a climax, but at that
point she would switch it off, let me calm down, and then switch it on again.
She did this about 5 or 6 times, and I was getting very frustrated, and in the
end I said, "Please let me cum Mistress" without thinking. I think this
surprised her because she switched it on again, came and sat next to me and held
my hand while my relief came. After I came, she switched if off, and said,
"Vanessa, I'm not your Mistress, but I would like to be your friend, and I'm
enjoying giving you some pleasure." With that, she switched it on again, and
watched me slowly cum again.
After that, she leaned over me, and reached down and into me and pulled the vibe
out. I was that wet that I think I could have used just my muscles and squeezed
it out. Vicky went to her sun bed and discretely slid it into herself. She
played with the remote for a few minutes, and then gave it to me saying "your
turn to have some fun." I gave her a quick thrill, then said, "later" and
pretended to go to sleep. About 10 minutes later I woke Vicky up by switching it
on for a few seconds then off again. Neither of us said anything when Jon got
back, but I kept giving Vicky a quick 'burst' to keep her on her 'high.' I was
enjoying having the power to control Vicky's pleasure.
Jon was hungry, so we put out vests on (Vicky her T-shirt), and we went to the
beach bar. I don't think we would have bothered with the vests, except that
there were a couple of policemen sat drinking in the bar. Jon didn't want to
risk a confrontation and said that the Spanish police were unpredictable. The
bar was crowded, and we had to sit on the edge of the floor, which was a wooden
platform about a foot above the sand. We'd been there about 15 minutes, when
some kids (about 11 or 12) started playing in the sand in front of us. I
suddenly realised that they were spending a lot of time laid on the sand looking
at us and whispering to each other. It took me ages to realise that because we
were sat so low with our knees higher than our bums, they would easily be able
to see everything that we had got. I looked at Jon then Vicky and it didn't look
as if they had realised, so I decided not to say anything, and let the kids have
their fun. After a while, I think that they must have learnt enough about adult
genitalia to satisfy themselves for one day because they moved away.
We went back to our loungers, and settled down again. I was making notes for
this journal, but kept giving Vicky a little burst to keep her awake. Every time
I did, she looked at me and smiled as if to say 'keep it on please'. Needless to
say I didn't, I was enjoying it, but probably not as much as Vicky was. At about
5 o'clock, Jon decided that we were leaving, and took us the long way back to
the car. We walked through the sand dunes and trees, sometimes on paths that
were hardly paths. We came across a few people sitting under trees, or just
walking about. We saw 2 separate couple having sex and a couple of men on their
own playing with themselves. There was also 2 men playing with each other. At
one point when we were in front of one young couple with the girl riding the
boy, Jon said that he was thinking about us giving them a 'show' as well as the
other way around, but we didn't.
Back in the car park, there were hundreds of cars there, and it took us ages to
find our car. All the time, us 3 naked people were walking around, in and out of
rows of cars, and in between the lots of people who had decided that it was time
to leave. It was funny watching people reactions, some would just ignore us,
some would deliberately change direction to avoid us, some would stare at us,
and one or two would mutter something like 'tut' or 'well really' at us.
That was the English, I couldn't understand what the foreigners were saying. We
eventually found the car, and I climbed in the back, I wanted to have some more
fun with Vicky. I switched the vibe on for about 3 seconds, 3 or 4 times.
Eventually Jon realised what was happening, and as we were parking the car at
the hotel, he asked for the remote, and after we had put our vests and T-shirt
on and got out, he switched it on and left it on. Poor Vicky, having to walk
back to our room with the vibe buzzing away. By the time we got back to our
room, she was getting quite red, and having difficulty walking. She was cursing
and swearing at Jon when we got into the room, and he switched it off. He said
that she would have to remove the vibe, go out onto the balcony and finish
herself off out there. Well, when a girl has gone that far, she has just to
finish it, so she did. She didn't even notice the 2 young girls and boys on the
balcony next door. Not that it mattered because they were in various states of
dress, and more interested in each other than us. They looked as if they had
just discovered what fun girls and boys could have. I was having difficulty
deciding where to look, the boys next door, one with his cock sticking out of
the tops of his shorts, or one of the girls with nothing on with her little wisp
of pubic hair, or the other girl with just her knickers on, or Vicky who was
frigging for England.
Vicky came with a muffled scream and then collapsed into the chair. After a
drink, and a shower, Jon told us to get some rest before we went out for the
evening. I lay on the bed reading, and soon went to sleep. When I woke up, Jon
was sat on the balcony and Vicky was asleep beside me. Just as it was getting
dark, we went out, me wearing just my lacy net dress and Vicky wearing my white
latex dress. She had to keep pulling the hem down as it kept riding up to show
the creases at the bottom of her cheeks. We walked down the main street, and
found a little restaurant and had something to eat, before going into the bar
with the DJ.
That night it was Bucking Bronco night, and they were inviting the kids to have
a go, but as the night wore on and the younger kids left, the rides were getting
more interesting. The boozing teenagers were going flying as they tried to stay
on, and the DJ made the Bronco livelier. The DJ was having fun with the girls
and trying to get them to take their tops of. He was getting the lads to chant
'get your tits out, get you tits out, get your tits out for the lads'.
Most of them did, and he then started the Bronco that made their breasts really
bounce about. The girls that wouldn't get them out had to turn round and face
the back and then a lad from the audience had to get on the normal way, facing
her. The girl then had to lay back and lift her legs onto the lad's shoulders,
giving the lad a great view of her knickers. When the DJ started the Bronco, it
wasn't long before the girl was flying off with her skirt round her waist. That
seemed to please the lads.
We had been in there for a couple of hours, and had had a few drinks when Jon
decided that I was going to have a go on the Bronco. The lads all cheered when I
climbed on. Especially the ones behind the Bronco who could see what I wasn't
wearing. The DJ got it bucking for a minute or so, before he asked me to get my
tits out. When I said I couldn't because of the dress, he asked for a male
volunteer from the audience. He finally picked one from the ones that wanted a
go, and I had to turn round for the lad to get on. The DJ told me that I had to
put my feet over his shoulders. I thought 'well, showing one everything is
better that showing everyone everything', so I started to pull my dress up over
my bum so that I could get my legs up easily. Just then, I fell for the oldest
trick in the book; the lad said, "look at that" and pointed to the ceiling.
Being stupid, I looked up, and the lad suddenly grabbed the bottom of my dress
and pulled it up and right over my head before I knew what was happening.
I looked over to Jon, who waved his arms indicating that I had to get on with
it. There I was naked, facing a strange man, and Jon was telling me to lay back
and lift my legs over his shoulders. I knew that Jon would not be happy if I
refused, so I did it. All the lads in the bar were really cheering and trying to
get closer, and the lad whose neck my feet were round must have been able to see
that I was getting aroused. There was nothing that I could hold onto other than
the lad neck with my feet, but the lad could hold on to the bit of rope that was
just in front of his crotch. The problem was, that that was where my pussy was,
and his hands were resting on my pussy. The DJ started the machine, and my
breasts were wobbling about. Needless to say I didn't last long, and I went
flying closely followed by the lad. I ended up lying on my back on the big air
cushions, with my arms and legs spread, with my feet almost in the audience. As
soon as I got my bearings, I managed to get off the air cushions, and then came
the problem of finding my dress, and getting through all the lads that were
stood around. I hadn't a clue where the dress was, so I had to start looking
round. The lads weren't going to miss an opportunity, and their hands were
everywhere. One even gave me a big sloppy kiss on my mouth. The comments they
were coming out with were amazing. By the time I'd got round to the other side
of the room I had lost count of the number of fingers that had been inside me. I
was really wet by then, so there was no resistance at all.
Eventually I found my dress and put it on. I should have realised that Jon would
have retrieved it, but I just didn't think, and that was the last place that I
looked for it. I was beginning to have visions of having to walk back to the
hotel naked. When I told Jon about that, he just said, "tomorrow." The DJ
managed to get a bit of quiet, and asked if anyone else would like a go on the
Bronco. I should have guessed that Vicky would, she'd been knocking the drinks
back, and was quite happy by that time. Up she stood, and went over to the DJ
waving her arms. Like most men, he didn't take long to spot a woman whose dress
barely covered her pussy and ass. The DJ asked her what her name was, and then
told her to get on the Bronco. As soon as the lads around the cushions saw her
dress ride up even further as she lifted a leg onto the cushion, they realised
that they were in for another treat, and started cheering. She jumped onto the
Bronco, and then swung her legs round so that she could sit on it, and by the
time she was in the right position, her dress was up round her waist. The Bronco
stated slowly, and Vicky was doing quite well hanging on. When The DJ stopped
and asked her to get her tits out, she just pulled the dress straight over her
head. This caused even more cheering and comments from the lads. Vicky threw her
dress towards me, and I managed to get it without any problems. The lad's
attention had obviously moved from me to Vicky.
The Bronco stated again, and Vicky's breasts were bouncing a lot more than mine
were, but there again, they are bigger than mine are. She was doing well, and
lasted right through until the DJ stopped the Bronco, and said that it was only
fair that she shared her ride with one of the lads. It took ages for the DJ to
decide which one, I think they all wanted a go. Eventually one got on behind her
and put his arms round her and held onto her breasts. "No, not like that" the DJ
said, "she has to turn round and face each other like the last couple did." The
lad let go of Vicky who then tried to turn round, it was funny watching them as
she tried. They were hanging on to each other everywhere. At one point Vicky was
nearly stood up on the Bronco, balancing by holding onto the lad's head. There
was lots of laughter and cheers as various parts of Vicky were pushed towards
different parts of the audience. Eventually they were facing each other, both
holding onto the little rope between their crotches. I couldn't see, but I would
guess that somebody's hands were on somebody's genitals. The DJ still wasn't
happy, so Vicky had to lay back and lift her legs over his shoulders. Vicky did
this differently to me, I just had my ankle round the bloke's head, but Vicky
had her knees over his shoulders. This meant that Vicky's pussy was just below
his face, and you can guess what happened next. The lad just bent forward and
started to use his tongue on her pussy. There were lots of cheers from the
audience, but I think it was a bit too much for the DJ because he started the
Bronco. In that position, they were both off in seconds, and ended up in one
big pile on the cushions.
Vicky had the same problem getting off the cushions, and back to us. It was
obvious from the time that she took, that she was enjoying herself, and when she
did get back she just said, "that was fun" and sat down. Jon gave her the dress,
and told her to put it on. A few more people had a go on the Bronco, and one
girl got down to her knickers, but the cheers were not as noisy as when Vicky
and me were on. After about an hour, both Vicky and me decided that we needed to
go to the toilet. When we got there, the place was in a hell of a mess, there
was water everywhere, and the toilet pan was smashed. We went back to Jon who
told us to go in the Gents toilet. When we got there, the toilet pan there was
broken as well. That just left the urinal on the wall. We didn't know what to
do, but we were both desperate, so Vicky suggested that we use that. "How?" I
asked Vicky. "Easy" she said, and stood either side of it just like the men do,
then she hitched her dress up to her waist, leaned back, and started. It worked;
she was getting it right on target.
When it came to my turn, I was just as accurate as Vicky, but I had to lean
further back because I wasn't quite as tall as her. I was in full flow, with my
dress round my waist, when a youth came in. At first he wasn't sure weather he
was in the right room, or what. After looking at the door again, then looking at
me again, then Vicky, Vicky said, "Ladies not working." "Oh right" he said,
and continued to stare at me. When I finished, I turned round, still holding my
dress round my waist and said, "Anyone got a tissue?" The youth just kept
staring, and judging by the bulge in his trousers, he was going to have trouble
having a piss. Vicky giggled and grabbed my arm and pulled me out. When we told
Jon he laughed, and when the youth walked back passed our table, Jon said, "Is
that him?" loud enough for him to hear. Poor lad, he looked embarrassed.
The walk back to the hotel was uneventful, but as we were walking through the
hotel bar, someone whistled at us. I hadn't a clue why at the time, but in the
lift, Jon told me that his arm that was round me was on my bum, under my dress,
and on the top of my left cheek. Most of my bum was on display, and I didn't
even know it. Vicky also hadn't realised that his right arm was doing the same
to her. He said that we had walked most of the way back to the hotel like that.
I guess it was a combination of being used to having nothing covering my bum,
and the fact that I was enjoying having Jon's arm round me. Back in the room we
stripped off and went on to the balcony. It was all quiet out there, and we
talked for a while and drank some water before going to bed. Jon was in the
middle, and I don't know if he and Vicky had any sex, because I fell asleep
straight away.
Friday August 7
That morning, I woke up first, and decided to wake the other two with my mouth.
Knowing that Jon is a heavier sleeper than Vicky is, I decided to start on her,
and carefully got out of bed, and went round to her side. I kneeled on the floor
and started licking her stomach and moving down to her short and curlies. I was
obviously having the desire effect because her legs opened enough for me to get
my tongue to her little clit. She started moaning a little, and then opened her
eyes. I stopped, and carefully leaned over to Jon, and started licking his cock.
Vicky whispered "don't stop," to which I said, "later", and took Jon in my mouth
and started licking and sucking. It wasn't long before he was hard, and I
whispered to Vicky to get on him. As I backed off, she carefully got up and put
her knees either side of his waist, and lowered herself onto him. I decided to
offer my pussy to his mouth, and carefully climbed on in front of Vicky. I guess
that I wasn't careful enough because just as I got on, he opened his eyes to see
my moist pussy right in front of his face. "Nice way to wake up" he said, and
pulled me down onto his face. No sooner than I was there, his teeth were chewing
my clit. Vicky started going up and down, and put her arms round me and started
rubbing my nipples between her fore fingers and thumbs.
Vicky had had a head start, and came first. She was quickly followed by Jon, who
bit my clit as he came. The pain made me cum quickly, and in the end, I think we
all came within a minute. After we had showered, we went onto the balcony and
talked about what we were going to do that day, Jon said that as it was our last
day, Vicky and me could decide. Vicky said that she hadn't seen much of the
island, and I said that I would like to go to a beach and then Ibiza town again.
Jon said we could combine the lot, and told us to pack a bag. We went straight
to a cafe just down the road and had some breakfast before walking back to the
car at the hotel. Before Jon would let us get in, Vicky and me had to take our
T-shirts off, and give them to him through the window. As soon as we did, he
stated the car, and drove a hundred yards down the road. That left the 2 of us
naked in the car park, with people looking down on us from their balconies, and
some kids about 11 or 12 walking towards us. There was nothing else that we
could do, we just ran after Jon, hoping that he wouldn't move again. He didn't,
and we jumped in. Vicky said, "that was fun," as soon as she got her breath
back.
We spent a couple of hours just driving around, and as far as I can tell, no one
realised that there were 2 naked women in the car. I'm sure it would have been
different if Jon had hired an open top jeep. We drove all over the middle of the
island, and stopped at a sleepy little village for some lunch. Jon told me to
put just my white bikini on, and to adjust it so that it covered even less
flesh. He said that the place could do with waking up. Vicky borrowed my vest,
matching what Jon was wearing. We wandered round a bit, and then stopped at a
little cafe. Before we went in. Jon grabbed the front and the back of my bikini
bottom, and pulled it up. He nearly lifted me off the ground, and I thought
that I was going to be cut in half. When he let go, the crotch that was only one
inch wide was inside my lips. Inside there were 4 old men and a young girl
serving. We took a table near the door, and Jon told me to put my feet up on
another char, and keep my feet a few inches apart. When the girl eventually came
over to us, she was greeted by the sight of my pussy lips staring at her, and
when she turned to face Jon, she would have been able to see his cock and balls
because I could. Vicky was the only one of us that was decent - if you ignore
the fact that you could see the whole of the outside of her left breast, right
to and including part of the aureole.
The girl said something to Jon in Spanish that he didn't understand, and after
she looked back at my pussy, she asked him what we wanted, in English. After Jon
told her, he had to tell her again, because she hadn't heard him as she was
staring at his balls and cock. Eventually our drinks and then sandwiches
arrived, and each time she came over, she had a good look at both Jon and me.
Afterwards, she went back to the bar, and was talking to the old men. I guess
that she was telling them about us, as they kept looking over to us. When it
came for us to leave, Jon caught the eye of the girl, but it was one of the old
men who came over to give us the bill. He had a real good look at my crotch
before putting it on the table and leaving. When we left, Jon told us to take
our clothes off before we got into the car. This wouldn't have been so bad,
except that there was some kids hanging around the car park. The older ones just
stared at us as we stripped, and then drove off. We drove to Cala Conta beach,
and parked under the trees. Just as I was getting our belongings from the back
of the car, a bus load of people went passed, blowing a cloud of dusty sand all
over us, but this wasn't before everyone on one side of the bus had a good look
at me.
Jon had me walk across to the steps down to, and onto the nude part of the beach
without putting any clothes on, but Vicky wrapped her towel round herself. We
settled down to soak up the sun and after an hour or so, we all went for a swim.
We ended up round the corner just off the clothed part. Well I say clothed, one
of the first things that I saw when I looked up towards the beach was a woman
walking along the waters edge wearing only a bikini bottom. As she passed right
in front of us, the bikini bottom just didn't look normal. There were no sides
to it. Jon came up with the answer; it was moulded in some type of plastic. How
it was staying in place we didn't know, but Jon said that it must have some sort
of dildo built into it, so that she could grip onto it with her vaginal muscles.
I said that it sounded fun, and Jon promised to try to work on a way of making
one. Jon told us that since it was our last day on holiday, we were going to try
to liven the place up a bit, and that we were going to get out of the water
there, and then walk back to our towels.
Some of the people we passed were real prudish, and we got the odd comment of
"they should be arrested" and "it shouldn't be allowed." We just ignored these
and kept walking back to our towels where we put some more sun tan lotion on and
soaked up some more sun. As the afternoon wore on, Jon decided that we would go
back to the hotel and have a swim in the pool. What he didn't tell us was that
we weren't to wear anything until we got back to our room, after a swim. Well,
getting back to the hotel was quite easy, but we then had to get from the car
park, and into the pool. It took us a good 10 minutes to do the 100 yard trip,
hiding behind anything we could find, as people walked by. We used the back
entrance, but there were still quite a few people walking about. The last bit
took the most courage, as we had to walk (run) for about 20 yards through the
sun beds and then jump into the pool. Jon had gone ahead carrying our clothes,
and was waiting for us in the pool. Fortunately, it was getting toward 6
o'clock, and there wasn't a lot of people around the pool, or in it. It was the
group of teenage boys that took the most notice, and they followed us around in
the water. Only one of them had some goggles, and they changed hands quite a
lot.
We ignored them, and eventually they gave up, and went back to throwing their
ball to each other. Jon told me to introduce Vicky to the jet of water at the
quiet end of the pool. At first, she couldn't understand what I was talking
about, but as soon as she got her knees either side of it, she just didn't want
to move. I had a real problem getting her to let me gave a go. Jon swam over to
us, and told us that he was going to take the hire car back, and for us to go up
to our room in about 15 minutes. We took it in turns on the water jet, but
neither of us reached a climax. Close, and it was good, but not quite there. We
guessed at the 15 minutes, and then swam to where we got in. We didn't really
expect to find our things there, so we weren't disappointed. We waited for a
time when no one was looking at us, and the jumped out and ran for it. We had to
go past one of the bars, and got a few cheers from a group of men, but I didn't
even look at them. We made it to the room with only having to hide once, but the
room door was locked when we tried to get in. Jon wasn't there. What could we
do, there wasn't any cover outside our room, so we just had to wait and look
casual. It wasn't long before our neighbours, the 2 young girls arrived, with
the 2 boys. We said, "Hi" to them, and started telling them that we were locked
out. The boys wouldn't stop looking at us, and I guess that they were doing
things to us 'in their dreams' because they both had bulges in their shorts. All
4 of us females noticed, and the 2 young girls told them to 'calm down'. Vicky
then asked if we could wait for Jon in their room, and we all went in.
All 6 of us were sat around talking about nothing special when the 2 young girls
decided to go to the bathroom, leaving the 2 boys alone with us. Vicky asked the
boys if they were embarrassed being alone with 2 naked girls. They looked at
each other and then one of them said, "no." "But it does turn you on" Vicky
said. They both denied it, but the bulges in their shorts said otherwise. Vicky
then asked them if they would like to be naked as well. They both shook their
heads up and down, so Vicky said, "come on, get them clothes off." They both
turned their backs to us, and stripped off and just stood there. I was beginning
to enjoy their embarrassment, and said, "turn round then." When they did, they
both had erections, not very big ones, but then again, they were only 14.
Just then, I heard a noise next door, Jon must be back, I thought for a few
seconds, then asked the boys to come and lay on the bed next to where we were
sitting. I don't know what they were expecting to happen, but as soon as they
were laid flat, I got up and went to the bathroom and quietly asked the girls to
come out and join the party. When the 3 of us walked into the room, both the
boys were staring at Vicky who was sat right next to the boys, holding a cock in
each hand. I said, "Come on Vicky, Jon's back" and the boys looked up. When they
saw the 2 girls, they tried to cover their cocks with their hands as Vicky got
up. The 2 girls were giggling, trying to work out what to do next.
We left and knocked on our door for John to let us in. Taking the car back had
taken longer than he had thought, but he said that he should have realised as it
was Spain we were in. Jon decided that since it was our last night, then we
would pack our bags then go and have a good meal, then go into Ibiza town. We
would come back to the hotel just before the coach was due to pick us up. Jon
told me to wear my short wrap-round skirt and white bikini top, and Vicky
decided to wear just a thin cotton button down the front dress. We packed our
bags, and walked down to one of the Chinese restaurants, and had a most
enjoyable meal, with lots of white wine. I think we were all a little happy when
we got a taxi into Ibiza town. We wandered round the harbour area looking at all
the 'unusual' people, and into some of the clothes shops. In one of the shops
Vicky saw a dress that she liked, and tried it on. Jon made sure that she didn't
close the curtains to the changing cubicle, and a middle-aged couple that were
in there had a good look at her as she changed. I think that she is getting used
to people seeing her naked now or maybe the wine was helping.
We didn't buy anything, and moved on. We walked further along round the harbour,
and came across a lively 'English' bar, and Jon decided that the wine was
beginning to wear off and that we needed a drink. It was quite big inside, and
was full of young people. There was a DJ that was keeping the dance floor full.
Jon decided that we would stay there for a while, and we managed to get a corner
to stand in. After a while (and a few bottles of San Miguel), some drunken youth
came in, and started causing a bit of trouble. A fight started and the customers
that didn't want to get involved, moved to the sides of the room. The bouncers
moved in, and there were bodies flying everywhere. I think that Vicky was a
little scared, and I know I was, Jon put his arms round our shoulders to comfort
us a bit. One youth landed just in front of us, and started to get up. Just as
he got to his knees, someone pushed him, and he fell towards us. He grabbed for
something to stop him falling, but there was nothing there but my skirt. It all
happened so quick, one second he was getting up, the next he was down again, but
this time with my skirt in his hand. The little bit of velcro holding it round
me had given way, and I was now naked apart from 2 small triangle of thin white
material that were just about covering my breasts.
The youth on the floor at my feet did a double take as he got up, so did a few
other people that were nearby. I quickly put my skirt back on as the bouncers
won the fight, and threw the drunks out. As the place was settling down, the DJ
told everyone that we were in Spain, and that bouncers can get away with a lot
more than they can in England, so causing bother wasn't a good idea. About 30
minutes later, the DJ announced that they were going to have a wet T-shirt
competition, and if anyone wanted to enter, then they were to go and see him.
Jon decided that I should enter, and asked Vicky if she would. After some
thought (and another San Miguel, she agreed and we both went and entered. An
hour later, we were in this little room with 3 other girls, and being given the
T-shirts. Somehow, we managed to be fourth and fifth on stage and sat waiting as
the other girls went and did their bit. Girl one came back in with her T-shirt
still on and very wet. I could see her little nipples and knickers through the
nearly see-through cotton. Girl two came back with her T-shirt torn and tied
under her breasts. She was wearing a white thong that was slightly see-through
because of the water. Girl three came back wearing only her knickers and
carrying her T-shirt, her big breasts bouncing like soggy watermelons.
I had been thinking, and when it came to my turn, I said to Vicky "let's do a
double act." She agreed and we both whipped our clothes off and put the
T-shirts on. We got a funny look from one of the girls when she saw that we both
didn't have any knickers on. We ran out and onto the stage, and I told the man
that we were doing it together. "OK, a little shy are we?" he said to us. 'Silly
man' I thought as we stated to dance to the music. They weren't messing about,
and within a minute, we both had buckets of water thrown at us. We were
drenched, and the thin T-shirts were sticking to us. I could see exactly where
Vicky's bush was, and what colour it was. The audience were shouting "Get your
tits out," "Get 'em off,'" and "skin, skin, skin." I moved over to Vicky and
got hold of the top of her T-shirt and ripped it a bit down the front. I wasn't
sure that I would be able to do it, but I was surprised how easy it was. These
were probably very cheap T-shirts. Vicky took the hint, and did the same to me,
but the rip was longer and my right breast was uncovered. The audience loved it.
It was my turn again, and this time, I ripped Vicky's T-shirt right down to her
waist. Just as I finished that, more water came flying at us.
Vicky wasn't going to let me get the better of her, and grabbed my T-shirt and
pulled. Not only did it rip right to the bottom, as I turned away, it came right
off me. I was naked in front of the whole audience who were cheering very
loudly. I grabbed what was left of the T-shirt, and held it front of my pussy
and then looked at Vicky. She was smiling and waving a finger at me as if to say
'No', but that wasn't going to stop me. I grabbed her T-shirt and pulled. It
only took a second for her to become naked as well. I threw my T-shirt into the
audience, closely followed by Vicky's, and we danced naked together. I decided
to play to the audience a bit, and moved to the front of the stage. There were
lots of hands reaching towards me as I got on my knees (legs apart), leaned
back, and danced like that for a while. Vicky was moving about, and getting very
close to the hands, but I never saw any touch her.
The music stopped, and we went up to the DJ who told us to stand next to each
other while he called the other girls out. I think that they were a little
surprised when they saw us naked. It was 'vote time', and the DJ asked each girl
to step forward so that the audience could vote by the loudness of the applause.
On que, girl one lifter her T-shirt to 'flash' her breasts at the crowd. Girl
two, ran to the front, and ripped her T-shirt off, and threw it into the
audience. Girl three just waved at the audience, but when the DJ said 'four and
five', I grabbed Vicky's hand and pulled her to the front. I don't know why I
did what I did next, but I faced her, put my arms round her waist, pulled her to
me, and gave her a big sloppy kiss, right on the lips. At first, she didn't
respond, but within a couple of seconds we were swapping spit with each other.
At the same time our naked breasts were rubbing against each other, and the
audience were cheering very loudly. It only lasted a few seconds before I pulled
away and turned so that my back was to the audience. I bent at the waist,
wiggled my ass at them, then pulled Vicky back to the DJ. The DJ declared Vicky
and me as winners, and gave us a bottle of champagne.
All 5 of us entrants went back to the little changing room, and put our clothes
on. As Vicky and me had a head start on the others (both ways), we were dressed
and leaving first. As we were walking out, I heard one of the girls say that
they didn't stand much of a chance winning, with those 2 exhibitionists in the
competition. We both ignored the comment and went to look for Jon. It took a few
minutes as the place was still crowded, and Jon had moved from our original
place. When we found him, he told us that the competition had taken longer that
he thought it would, and that we had to leave.
We got a taxi back to the hotel, but Jon told the driver to stop about half a
mile from the hotel. To start with, I didn't realise what Jon was up to, but he
dragged us into a dark alley, and told us to take our clothes off, and give them
to him. He then told us that we were going to liven the place up a bit, and that
we had to walk back to the hotel naked, and go through reception and to our
room, and not to use the back entrance. It was a good job that it was dark, but
there were still quite a few people about, mainly young people who were still
moving from bar to bar. Jon told to get going, and left us saying that he would
be in the room waiting for us.
Well, Vicky and I looked at each other, and she said, "Well, I reckon that we
have 3 options. One is to stay here and hope that Jon comes back for us. Two is
to just run like hell, right down the main street, and don't stop for anything.
And three is to try and get back using side streets and hiding when we see
someone. What do you think?" We discussed it for a minute or so, and decided
that it was too far to just run fast all the way, and there was no chance that
Jon would be back. We decided on a compromise, start with option 2, and when we
got nearer the hotel, we were going to run for it. It was slow going, every time
we saw someone, we would dive behind a car or wall, or whatever was available.
In a way, it was fun, and at one point, I touched my pussy, and it was wet, so I
guess that I was finding exciting. We made it down to the beach, and decided to
follow that as far as we could. At least there was less chance of us standing in
some dog shit. At one point, we heard a noise, and ducked behind a pile of sun
loungers, only to be confronted by a naked couple having sex. I'm not sure who
had the biggest surprise, but we decided to run for it from there. We stopped
behind a parked car just at the bottom of the road to our hotel, and got our
breath back, before deciding to do the last bit as fast as we could, and hoping
that there weren't many people in the reception area. I remember seeing a couple
of people, and hearing someone shout something, but I don't know what they said.
It seemed like hours, but it must have only taken seconds to fly through
reception and up the stairs. It was only when we got to our corridor that we
slowed down to a walk. When we got to our room, the door was locked, and Jon
wasn't answering our knock. After a couple of minutes, we heard someone coming,
and Vicky said that it might be the hotel manager coming to tell us off or
something. We hid in an alcove, and I was relieved to see that it was Jon. He
told us that he had waited in reception to make sure that we went through.
Back in the room, Jon told us to shower and get ready to leave for home. We had
10 minutes before the bus arrived. When we got out of the shower we only had
time to put on what Jon had got out for us. Everything else was in our cases
ready to go. Vicky chose the long wrap-round skirt and blouse, which left me
with my favourite cheesecloth dress. Jon wore just a T-shirt and shoes.
Out the front of the hotel, the bus was waiting, and we jumped on. As we were
walking down the aisle, I heard the words 'that's them', and 'streak'. Jon was
smiling as we sat on the back seat. We had a long wait in the airport, the
flight was delayed and the place was so crowded that the only place we could
find to sit was the cold marble floor, which wasn't very nice with no knickers
on. Jon didn't get changed until we were in the departure lounge. On the
flight, Jon asked Vicky how she was getting home, and she told us that she would
be waiting for a bus. She said that she wasn't back at work till the Monday, and
that her 2 flatmates were away for the weekend. Jon invited her to come home
with us and said that he would drive her home on the Sunday afternoon so that
she had time to get back into the 'old routine' before the Monday. It wasn't
long before Jon was pushing the pile of mail away from the back of the door and
we were home. After a quick tour Jon told Vicky that she had a choice of 3
places to sleep, with me, with him, or on the 'punishment' bed. She chose me and
we fell asleep next to each other just as the sun was coming up.
Saturday August 8
I woke up a couple of hours later, to the smell of bacon cooking, and the
pleasure of Vicky playing with my clit. I opened my legs a bit wider, and Vicky
said just "make the most of it girl." I didn't get much chance to because Jon
came in and told us that breakfast was ready. Thank god for freezers. We eat
breakfast on the patio, still naked, and enjoying the unusual British sunshine.
It was nearly as warm as it had been in Ibiza. Vicky said that it seemed strange
being naked outside in England, that she had never even thought about doing it,
but that she was getting to enjoy being naked anyway. After a few minutes, she
said that she was puzzled by the scaffolding, and asked what it was. Jon said
that he would show her after we had finished breakfast. I cleared up, and Jon
told me to get the ropes. It wasn't long before Vicky realised what it was, and
remembered that I had told her about it. Jon asked her if she wanted to try it,
and when she said, "yes please," he helped her get onto it, laying face up while
I got the ropes. As we tied her on, she said that she was a bit nervous about
being so helplessly tied up, but it was me that re-assured her by saying that
Jon wouldn't let us come to any harm. Pleasure yes, but no harm. After tying her
firmly in place, Jon told me to get a stool, and proceeded to attach my wrists
to the top bar, facing Vicky. He then moved the stool, and tied my ankles to
each upright. I looked at Vicky who was straining to see what was happening to
me.
Jon took his belt off, and gave me 5 strokes on my butt. The first I knew of
what was happening was when the first one landed. Automatically, I said, "One -
thank you Master" and wondered what I was being punished for. It was only
afterward that Jon told me it was because it wasn't me that had cooked
breakfast, Saturday wasn't my day off, so it should have been me. Jon asked
Vicky if she wanted to try being spanked. She told us that she was worried that
she couldn't take the pain, but the idea did excite her a little. Jon told her
that he would spank her, but wasn't sure when. And just to 'help' matters, he
put a blindfold on her and started cracking his belt on the scaffolding poles.
Each time one landed Vicky jumped a little (not that she could move far). I
could tell that the anticipation was turning her on because I could see her
pussy lips swelling and opening a little. I could also see her juices starting
to sparkle in the sunlight. Jon was obviously having a bit of fun with us,
because he then untied us and told me to go inside and up to the punishment
room. He also asked Vicky if she would like to join us. I guess that she did,
because she ran upstairs long before Jon and me. Jon restrained her by tying her
wrists to the top corners of the bed, then bent her body double, and tied her
ankles to the same top corners. Her butt was up in the air with her legs apart
and her still hairy pussy smiling at us. Jon told me to sit on a chair in the
corner, so that Vicky could see me, and I was to masturbate when he started
caning Vicky.
After flexing the cane, and swishing it through the air a couple of times, he
landed the first stroke, Vicky screamed loudly and I started. I did the counting
for Jon. After the second, and another loud scream, Jon decided that he has
better gag Vicky, and he put the ball gag on her. She struggled a bit as he put
it on, but it didn't stop him. After the third, I could see tears running down
the side of her face, and the red weals on her ass. Jon moved so that he could
get her from a different angle. I recognised the position; he was going to see
that the end of the cane caught her pussy and maybe her clit. The fingers of my
right hand were working hard, and it wouldn't be long before I was cuming. Jon's
a good shot with the cane, and the expression on Vicky's face told me that the
fourth stroke was on, if not very close to his target. When the fifth stroke
landed, her orgasm was unmistakable. Her entire body spasmed, her widespread
legs quivered uncontrollably, and her hips undulated up and down as wave after
wave of agony and joy coursed through her ravaged body. It took her the best
part of ten minutes to come down from her pain-induced high. She remained
almost motionless throughout the orgasm, save for an occasional "twitch" of her
thighs or abdomen as the after-shocks diminished in intensity.
I had cum just as the fourth stroke landed, and after the fifth, both Jon and me
just watched her. It was amazing, I don't think I have ever cum with an
intensity like that. I stood up and went over to her. She was covered in sweat.
The skin on her butt wasn't broken, but the red marks were glowing, and you
should have seen her pussy. The lips were swollen to about three times their
normal size, and her clit was twice as big as normal. Her juices were running
both over her ass hole and down her back, and down onto her belly. Jon untied
the ball gag, and she let out a big sigh. When Jon untied her ankles and wrists,
her legs came down onto the bed and she gasped, but didn't move. It was a good 5
minutes before she got onto her feet, and finally said, "Wow, that was amazing,
I've NEVER had an orgasm like that. It was fantastic. My ass hurts like hell,
and I need some cold water, but the pain was / is nothing when you think about
the pleasure it brought." "You want some more then?" Jon said. "Not right
now." Vicky replied. After a long, slow, cool bath, Vicky joined us downstairs.
She didn't want to sit down, but kept pacing up and down. Finally she said, "I
don't understand what just happened, On the one hand I wanted to experience some
bondage and corporal punishment, and I never expected it to hurt so much. On the
other hand I was a little 'excited' at the thought, but I never expected to find
it such a turn-on. I have never, ever had such a strong and deep orgasm. It was
amazing. I just don't understand why, what's the link between the pain and
pleasure?" Jon told her that he also couldn't explain it, but it's there, and
well established. Then he asked me what I thought. Well, what could I say, I
don't understand a lot of things, so I just said, "Who needs to understand it,
it works for me, though I've never had an orgasm like you did." Then I asked Jon
if he thought that some more pain would make me cum like that. "Well try that
some time," he said before turning to Vicky and asking her what she was
thinking. She said, "I can't explain it, and it's not logical, but I want you to
give me more. I will do anything just as long as you promise to do that to me
again."
It was getting late in the afternoon, and Jon decided that he was hungry. He
sent Vicky and me to the Chinese for a take-away. We each put just a dress on
and took Jon's car, Vicky getting in very carefully. The Chinese had long
benches for customers to wait on, and they were covered in plastic. Vicky kept
standing up, moving along, lifting her dress up a little, and sitting down again
so that her bare bum sat on cold plastic. "Still on fire?" I asked her. I
haven't a clue what the young Chinese girl behind the counter was thinking.
Jon decided to take us to a quiet country pub that evening, and nothing
interesting happened, I think that we were all a little tired, and when we got
home we went straight to bed.
Sunday August 9
I woke up next to Vicky in the 'spoon' position, with my right hand cupping one
of her breasts.
I could hear Jon moving around, so I thought that I had better get up and get
breakfast ready. As I walked to the bathroom, Jon walked out of his bedroom,
and grabbed my pubes. "Think you had better have a shave today girl" he said.
Just as he started to go down stairs he turned and said, "I've got a better
idea, wake Vicky up, and get the shaving things into the punishment room. You
can shave me, then yourself, then Vicky." "Yes Master" I replied. I didn't tell
Vicky that she was going to be shaved. She sat silently as I started on Jon. It
wasn't long before he got an erection, and unfortunately I nicked the skin on
his balls. "Twenty strokes with the tawse for that later" he said. I finished
off, and cleaned the shaving cream off with a damp cloth. The bleeding had
nearly stopped, and he told me to get on with myself. Vicky still sat silently
as I got into every little nook and cranny and made sure that I had got every
little hair. I was getting a little moist by the time I had finished.
When I turned to Vicky and told her that it was her turn, she said, "but I've
never shaved before, and what will my flat mates say when they see me?" Jon told
her that there's a first time for everything, and so what if her flat mates do
see her, she could tell them that it's the 'new' Vicky, and that they should try
it. "In fact" he said, "make sure that they do see you, walk around naked
whenever you can." "I'll have to think about that one," she said, but she
didn't object when I asked her to lay on the bed with her legs wide open. I did
a little but of trimming with the scissors, and then started with the razor.
Vicky kept telling me to be careful, but it wasn't a problem, I've had plenty of
practice shaving my pussy, so I knew where I had to be extra careful. What was a
problem, was the fact that Jon still had his erection, and he was stood behind
me as I was bending over the bed to get at Vicky. The inevitable happened, and
just after I had told Vicky that she was in safe hands, those hands were
bouncing about as Jon thrust in and out of me. I managed to avoid cutting her
and I have to admit that my finger did 'slip' inside her at one point. Jon
didn't last long before he came with one final hard thrust that nearly sent me
across the bed on top of Vicky. After that he went and had a shower while I
finished Vicky off - in more ways than one.
I got breakfast ready while Vicky was in the shower. After breakfast, Vicky
asked Jon if he would take her home, as she had a few things to take care of
before going back to work. On the way Vicky said that it felt strange without
pubic hair, then immediately asked if she could come and visit us again soon.
Jon said, "OK, but there are 2 conditions, firstly you arrive with no clothes,
other than short dresses and shoes (unless otherwise directed), and secondly
when here you will obey my every command, without question, you will follow the
same rules as Vanessa. Is that understood and agreed?" After a pregnant pause,
Vicky said, "OK, I agree."
We dropped Vicky off outside her flat, which was in a big terraced house in the
centre of Nottingham. She had to climb up about a dozen steps to get to the
front door, and I could see her butt up her short dress. As we drove back, Jon
told me to stick my feet up on the dashboard with my legs apart, and to play
with myself, but to stop before cuming. Back home Jon told me that it was time
for me to receive my punishment, and told me to strip, then go and bend over the
scaffolding frame. It must have been 30 minutes before he came out to me, by
which time I was starting to get aroused with the anticipation. My legs were
already apart, waiting in the position that Jon liked, and although I could hear
him come outside, I wasn't expecting the first stroke so soon and I
involuntarily jumped up - just natural reactions. Jon wasn't amused and told me
that it would cost me another 5 strokes. We started again, and I counted them in
the usual way. By the time we got to 20 I was crying, and only just managed to
stop myself from screaming as the last one landed. The tawse maybe about 3
inches across, but it can hurt nearly as much as the cane. Jon left me out
there, still bent over the scaffolding, and as he went in, told me to get
cleaned up when I was ready. In the shower I gave myself the relief that I
needed.
After that, Jon spent the rest of the day going through the mountain of mail
that he had received, both physical and electronic, and I hardly saw much of
him.
