This is part 3 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold
decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and
went to work as a Housekeeper for a in the East Midlands of
England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so
happy and never had so much pleasure.
Vanessa
Week commencing July 20
By the Monday morning the hair on my pubes was getting quite
noticeable and really itching.
I all most shaved it off without thinking but stopped myself just in time.
Wednesday night was a night that I will remember for a long time. Jon
thought that it would be best to restrain me to the bed before starting.
He also said that he would start with my lips, because he just knew that
I would get very wet, and he thought that he might have problems with
the wax if my lips were wet.
When Jon whipped the first strip off the pain was just as bad as when
Jon had caned me and the end of the cane had hit my clit. I screamed
and Jon asked me if I wanted the ball-gag. I said, "No, as long as you
don't mind the noise." He reminded me that none of the neighbours
would be able to hear my screams and that he didn't mind. With that,
strip number two came off. My lips were smarting something wicked and
Jon was right, I was getting excited and wet. By the time Jon had
finished my whole pubic area was bright and stinging one hell of a
lot. After releasing me Jon told me to go and sit in a bath of cool water.
By the Friday I was getting used to my new hairstyle and even tried to
think about how I could dress like a boy, how I could strap my
down. There isn't a lot to hide, I must try it sometime.
Saturday July 25
Wow, what a surprise that day. Jon woke me up at 3 am and told me to
pack a bag, we were going on holiday. At 5 am we arrived at East
Midlands Airport and were checking-in for a flight to Ibiza. Jon had told
me to wear my black pencil type dress and Ben. I had fun getting
through the metal detector, it kept going off each time I went through
even though I had taken all but my dress off. I'm glad the woman
stopped at that point, there were too many people behind me and most
of them would probably be on the plane with us.
I had never flown before and I was very nervous. As we were taking off
I was sweating and gripping Jon's hand and / or leg. That didn't stop me
noticing one of the Stewards looking at my lap every time he walked up
and down the aisle. Jon said that if it had been a long-haul over-night
flight I could have joined the mile-high club. He had to explain that one
to me.
We landed at about 11 am, spent another hour waiting for all sorts of
stupid reasons, before finally leaving for the Hotel. As in turned out this
was only a few miles away in a place called Playa d'en Bossa. Our room
was quite nice and the view from the balcony was partially looking out
to sea. The other part of the view was the swimming pool and then
about 100 balconies from the Hotel next door. Jon told me that
everyone on holiday was more relaxed about nudity and that I was to
strip-off every time that I came into the room, and stay like that, even
on the balcony.
Jon started stripping off so I quickly took my dress and shoes off. I
unpacked our clothes while Jon went and sat on the balcony watching all
the people down by the pool.
After about an hour Jon told me to put the short wrap-round skirt that I
had made and a top on and we went for a walk along the beach. It was
a little breezy and the front of my skirt kept blowing up leaving my right
leg exposed, right up to my waist. For some reason the wind only blew
the right side up and my never saw the sun. At the end of the
beach we turned round, but walked back along the road and went into
some of the shops that were there. Spain is so different to England and
it was so strange to me, but very pleasant. It was so warm and relaxed.
In one of the shops, Jon bought a couple of big vests with very large
armholes. He told me that one was for me and I said that the armholes
would probably come down to my waist. Jon laughed and said, "with a
bit of luck." He also bought one of those little over bikini skirts that tie
at one side for me. The one he bought was for someone a lot smaller
than me, saying that when I was wearing it with nothing under it
anyone who looked closely at the fastening would be able to tell that I
had nothing on under it.
After that we stopped in a cafe and had a snack and drink. Jon reminded
me that the same rules applied when we were on holiday and when I sat
down the whole of the right side of my stomach was visible and Jon
wouldn't let me pull my skirt over me. The waiter really took his time
serving me and came back twice to see if everything was all right.
It was still the middle of the afternoon when we got back to the hotel,
and Jon decided that we would go for a swim in the hotel pool. Jon told
me to put on my orange check cotton bikini, the one with the top too big
and the small bottoms. Jon picked a couple of sun beds near a group of
Germans and made sure that I bent down facing them so that my
breasts were hanging out.
We had just settled down when Jon told me to take my top off, he didn't
want me getting white lines. I had a quick look round and saw one other
topless woman so I took mine off. Jon told me that I hadn't done it
quick enough and that I would get my punishment later.
Jon then decided that we should use some sun tan lotion and I had to
rub it on him then me. As I was doing my front I had to put some on my
breasts and my nipples shot to attention. That started me thinking about
sex and they wouldn't go down. I even started opening my legs a bit
and that meant that my lips were trying to spring out of the crotch of
my bikini. I think I might just have been a little too ambitious with the
scissors when I was narrowing the crotch.
After about an hour we went for a swim, Jon wouldn't let me put my top
back on so we were messing around in the pool with my popping
in and out of the water. Jon kept trying to squeeze my nipples which
kept them very erect. When Jon had had enough we got out and went
back to the sun beds. Jon told me to bend at the waist with my back to
the Germans so that they would get a good look at my butt and -
if they were looking. I don't know if they saw me and I don't know if
they said anything, I couldn't understand them anyway.
Jon then told me that we were going for another drink, and we collected
our belongings. Jon wouldn't let me put my top on and we sat at a table
outside the hotel bar with me still topless. That was a funny, but nice
experience, but I didn't see anyone looking at me. After that I had to
carry our belongings back to our room, still topless. It was a good job
that we didn't have to go through the hotel's reception area, just
through a back door and up the stairs. A couple of had a good look
at me when we were walking along a corridor.
Back in the room we stripped off and sat on the balcony until it was time
for the evening meal. While we were there one set of our 'neighbours'
came out onto their balcony. They were 3 teenage and they were
only wearing their knickers. We passed pleasantries and talked a bit
about the weather and it was as if we were all fully clothed in an English
pub. All very strange to me, but I could get used to it.
Jon told me to wear my black 'pencil' dress for dinner and we got a table
to ourselves in the restaurant. After dinner we went into one of the bars
and had a coffee at the bar. They have high swivel bar stools which
made it difficult for me to get on and off without showing too much.
Because Jon will not let me cross my legs I tried to keep facing the bar
but it got difficult, especially when we moved on to the alcoholic drinks.
I'm sure that I must have given a few people a good eyeful. I only had 4
martinis that night but it took a while for me to realise that the Spanish
are a lot more generous with their measures. By the time Jon told me
that we were leaving I was well gone and I had to hang on to Jon to
stay on my feet. I'm sure that my dress rode up and left my butt and
pussy on show, and I vaguely remember Jon saying that it would cost
me if I pulled it down.
When we got into the lift and the doors shut Jon said that he was going
to adjust my dress and then pulled it up and off me before I realised
what was happening. There I was naked in a hotel lift, but I didn't care.
When it stopped at our floor I just walked out and down the corridor not
caring if anyone saw me. I don't remember seeing anyone though, and
Jon will not tell me.
Sunday July 26
I woke up that morning, on top of my bed with the room curtains open
and a looking into the room. It took a while for me to register
where I was, but I couldn't be bothered to move. When I did get up the
man from the next balcony was still there and still kept looking into our
room. He was wearing a swimming costume but I was still in the nude.
Jon came out of the bathroom, gave me a bottle of water, and told me
to go and sit on the balcony and get some fresh air and drink some
water.
It was only 7 o'clock in the morning but it was quite warm. I said, "good
morning" to the next door and he said the same back before going
back into his room. The curtains to both rooms on either side of ours
were closed and I asked Jon if we should close ours at night but he said
that he wanted to wake-up with the dawn, said it was the best part of
the day. I have to admit it was quite quiet and fresh, even though it was
quite warm and the sun coming over the horizon was a pleasant site.
After a while, Jon told me to go for a shower. After that he gave me one
of the vests that he had bought the previous day, told me to put it on
and we went for breakfast. On the way through reception I looked in
one of the mirrors and could see all the side of my breast. I decided that
I must not turn suddenly or else I might 'pop out.' It was self-service in
the restaurant and we had to keep going to the food table which was at
the other side of the room and we had to wind our way through the
other tables which meant twisting. I came very close to coming out and
managed to pull the vest straight without Jon seeing me. I wasn't
particularly in the mood to be exposing myself. The vest was slightly
longer than my dresses so I wasn't worried on that score.
After breakfast we went back to the room and Jon told me to put some
sun tan lotion on him, then me. We were both stood naked on the
balcony with me rubbing lotion all round his dick and balls when one of
the from the next room came out onto their balcony. We said,
"good morning" and carried on. She leaned on the railing and I could
see that she didn't have anything on under her T-shirt. I kept rubbing
the lotion onto Jon's dick and he was starting to get erect. When she
turned round she looked at us and went into their room. I thought that
it must have looked as if I was wanking him. I wasn't until that point,
but I decided that I should.
As he didn't tell me to stop I squatted down in front of him and
continued. When he came, it shot all over my face and started running
down my chest. Jon then told me to rub it in on me along with the sun
tan lotion. I had a quick lick of what I could reach with my tongue
before doing what I was told.
Jon decided that I needed a walk to really clear my head and we packed
a small bag and put the vests back on. Jon's went just below his bum
and just covered his hanging dick at the front.
We went down into the hotel's reception where Jon changed some
Pounds into Pesetas and I had to sit on one of the sofas while I waited
for him. They were very low and I'm sure that anyone passing would be
able to see my if they looked.
We set off walking along the beach and then up along the cliffs. Once we
were away from the hotels and houses Jon told me to take my vest off,
and along with him we walked nude. There were no houses or people so
I didn't mind. In fact it was quite nice, the feeling of freedom and the
warm sun on all of my body was refreshing. I got a little worried at one
point when we came across a road but we were back in the woods
without seeing anyone. Eventually we came to beach, but we had to
climb down passed a few houses to get there. I asked Jon if we should
cover-up first but all he said was "what the hell, keep going." So we did.
There were only a couple of very kids playing in one of the
gardens and they were too to care.
Once on the beach, Jon decided that we needed a swim to cool down so
we dropped our bags and waded in. It was a wonderful feeling
swimming and floating in the warm water. So relaxing, so free. I would
recommend nude swimming in the Mediterranean to anyone. There were
little fish swimming around, and when I told Jon he said that next time
we would bring our snorkels and masks and I could get a good look at
them.
There hadn't been anyone else on the beach when we arrived, but by
the time we got out of the water there were 3 other couples, all wearing
swimming costumes, except one woman who was topless. I asked Jon if
we should cover-up but he said no and we lay on our towels. A bit later
Jon said that we had started a trend and when I looked up 2 of the
couples had also stripped off. I dozed-off and when I woke up my head
was a lot clearer. Jon told me that we were going and that too much sun
on our first day would not be good for us. We didn't put the vests on
and walked along the rest of the beach in the nude. There were lots of
other people on the beach by then and most of them were also in the
nude. We did have quite a few people looking at us as we walked up the
path off the beach still in the nude but we just carried on.
We walked along a track that went through some woods, and came
across a couple of people walking in the opposite direction. We just said,
"good afternoon," and kept walking until we came to a car park. There
were quite a few people there and about half way through (and a lot of
funny looks) Jon said that we had better put our vests on as we were
going to go to the cafe at the other end. We bought a couple of ice
creams and the sat on a wall outside near a bus stop. I'm sure that the
other people that were waiting could see that we had nothing on under
the vests but no one said anything. The only thing that happened on the
bus was that I had a look at the Spanish villages and way of life which is
so different to that in England. I suppose that it is due to the brilliant
weather that they get there. I could get used to living there.
The bus only went passed the end of a road that went down to out hotel
and we had to walk about a mile. Jon was walking very close to me and
sometimes put his arm round my waist. It felt good.
It was early evening when we finally got back and Jon decided that we
would have a swim before getting ready of dinner. When we got to the
sun beds I got my white bikini out of my bag and was about to put the
bottoms on when Jon said, "take the vest off first then put just the
bottoms on and by the way, a new rule, every time that you lay down
on a sun bed or on the beach, you will lay with your feet about one foot
apart. OK?" "Yes Master" I replied and took my vest off. I was
completely naked beside the hotel swimming pool and there were still
lots of people there.
I hurriedly put my bikini bottoms on and lay down. I thought that it was
a bit risky in a place like that with all those people about, especially
when we had to stay there for nearly another two weeks. But I didn't
say anything to Jon. Jon also took his vest off and by the time I has
organised myself he was laid next to me in a pair of semi see-through
briefs.
After we had rested for a while we went for a swim, me still topless and
in the bikini bottoms that were virtually see-through as soon as I got
wet. We swam around the pool and came across a jet of water at one
side about a foot below the surface. Jon said that it was probably the
inlet from the filtration system. I was letting the water 'massage' my
back when Jon said that he had an idea. Because it was away from all
the sun beds and most of the people, Jon told me to face the wall, grab
hold of the rails either side of the jet and then lift my knees up and put
them either side of the jet. This meant that the jet was 'massaging' my
pussy.
Wow, was that good. The look on my face told Jon that I was enjoying it
so he told me to move. I was disappointed, but only for a minute,
because he told me to take my bikini bottoms off, give them to him and
then get back into the position. I wasn't going to argue with that and
moved very fast. It was great and knew that it wouldn't take long for me
to reach a climax.
Jon knew that I had by the expression on my face and he just said,
"again." After my second climax Jon told me to move and he put his
arms around me and held me close. It was then that I noticed the 2
teenage with facemasks on. I asked Jon how long they had been
there and he said, "only a couple of minutes and they haven't looked our
way yet."
Jon didn't give me my bikini bottoms back, just held on to me and
moved us towards the boys. I was very close and facing Jon when one
of them saw me and told his mate. They both swam round us
underwater, trying to see more, but it was very difficult with Jon and me
being so close. Jon then let go of me, turned me round, then put his
arms round my waist. The water was up to our necks so no one outside
of the water could see anything, but the 2 certainly could.
As they swam round and round us, Jon put one of his hands between
my legs and forced them apart. He then started playing with my clit. I
think that the nearly drowned, forgetting to come up for air. After
a couple of minutes, Jon let go of me and told me to follow him.
The gave up and we swam back to near where our sun beds were.
Thankfully, Jon gave me my bikini bottoms back before we got out, not
that they covered much. We lay there for a while before going back to
our room, me topless again.
I got a couple of funny looks and one lady went "tut" which just
made me smile at her. Back in the room, Jon went and sat on the
balcony, nude, and told me to sit on his lap. As I walked out I could see
Jon's erection and thought that that was what I was waiting for. I slowly
sat on him and breathed out a long sigh. Fortunately, none of our
neighbours were there and I slowly went up and down on him.
Just as I was about to the curtain and door of the girl's room
opened and 2 of them came out onto the balcony, one in just knickers,
and the other with just a towel round her waist. I stopped and put my
arm round Jon and just sat there watching them. They were giggling
and talking about some that they had met. Apparently the third
had gone back to one of the boy's room. They saw us and we said
hellos, but we didn't talk. It wasn't long before they went back in.
The excitement of being fucked while saying hello to some one else who
was only a few feet away really kept me on a high and it only took a
couple more movements for me to cum. Jon followed on my third
orgasm. It was ages before Jon told me to get off him and he then told
me to clean him up with my tongue. Most of his sperm was just starting
to leak out of me and run down my legs but there was still a fair bit of
both of our juices on his dick and balls.
It didn't take long and I was grateful that none of our neighbours came
out. It's one thing being naked in front of others, but to be licking Jon's
penis is something else.
We lay on the bed reading a book for an hour or so before Jon told me
to take a shower then put my cheesecloth dress on. We went down for
dinner then out to a bar down the road. We sat at a table outside (how
often can you do that at 11 o'clock at night in England?) and talked (and
drank) about all sorts. He was obviously concerned about my happiness
in my new life but I managed to re-assure him that there was no
problem on that score. He also told me that I had to make notes for this
journal, he didn't want anything 'interesting' missing from it. We had a
few to drink, but not as many as the previous night (well me anyway)
and as we were walking back Jon put his arm round me and on my bum
under my dress. It was still there when we walked into the hotel bar for
a coffee before bed.
Monday July 27
When I woke up Jon was sat on the balcony reading. One of the
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 was
getting braver 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 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 handrail and my right
breast was hanging out of the bottom of my top. This seemed to please
the 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 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 and to hold my skirt wide open while he took a
photograph of me with the scenic view in the background.
There are thousands of steps in the 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 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 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 looked as if they were wearing no
more than me. I saw quite a few hanging out, a number of
bums, and a couple of hairy pussies. Teenage 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
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 lunchtime 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 lying
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 forever. 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 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 automatically winding on to the
next frame.
One of the was taking a photograph of us. The other two 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. I 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 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 dick and started
playing with that. Jon was starting to get erect but didn't wake up. At
one point I thought that the had gone because I couldn't hear
them. But after a while I heard the 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 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 chitchat. 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 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 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 buy 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 he 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 and started fingering me. I
couldn't even see the face of the (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, and high heels. I nearly laughed but thought I
had better not.
It got more crowded and as a 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 had realised
this as well and were looking straight up at my pussy. After a few words
from one on the 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 dick out. It was getting hard and he
pushed it between my legs and onto my 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 and my pussy. I think
that the one on my was Jon's, and I bet that the one on my
pussy got a shock when it found a with a dick 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 nearly down to my knees.
We went for a walk round the harbour and up passed where there are a
couple of nightclubs. We didn't go in but we did watch some of the
people going in. The things that the weren't wearing. I thought that
I was a little close to the line of decency but a lot of these would
get locked-up in England. There was even one wearing only a thong
and another whose skirt only reached her 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 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 okay 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 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 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 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 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 out. 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 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
people might have said.
I didn't but Jon did and when I told him that I hadn't 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 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 without it
switched on and to stop just before I reached an orgasm.
Jon could tell when I was about to 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 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 inside 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 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 singers 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 way
Suddenly, she's just twice the she used to be
There's a shadow hanging over it
Oh, yesterday I came suddenly
Why I had to 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 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 okay 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 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 dick.
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 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 dick 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 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 lying 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
before, and if it's a nice hunk of a 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 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 on noisy motorbikes.
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 having sex. I felt sick, I cannot
understand 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 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 lying 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 and
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 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
policewoman and 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 nightclub 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 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
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 okay, I
deserved it, and in spite of the pain and tears I had enjoyed it. I put my
finger in my held it up and said, "Look, I'm soaking." I think that
all that was too much, too early for the 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 dick 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 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 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
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 nightclub 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 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
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 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 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 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 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. 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 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 and
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 barand 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 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 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 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 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,
and a friend of his. They told me that the 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 wanted to go and get on with their
exploring but the 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 slides and had great fun. The only
problem was my bikini. The top kept coming off my 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 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 lying 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 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 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 and
2 came out onto their balcony. The had a good snigger they
could see my and I guess that they thought that they knew what
we were doing. The just said, "Hi", then ignored us. We just
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.
. continued in Part 4 .
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