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Vanessa

Week commencing November 23

As soon as I got out of bed I tied the weight to my clit with the nylon cord. I wasn’t looking forward to another week with it tugging at me as the pain was far greater than the pleasure that it gives me. When I initially tied it on the warm sexual feelings were there but by lunchtime my clit was swollen and hurting. That night I pleaded with Jon to let me take it off and he finally agreed to let me take it off on the Wednesday evening. All day Tuesday I tried to keep as still as possible and spent most of the day making the leotard for Jenny. I’d discussed the events of last Thursday with Jon and after having a good laugh at the young man Jon had told me to make the crotch part of Jenny’s leotard even narrower than mine. He said that he was thinking of coming along to the class himself. If he did turn up he told me to ignore him so that no one knows who he is.

Wednesday - I had to go to Tesco and it was real painful doing all that walking. Talk about a throbbing between your legs. Didn’t see Bridie.

I was glad when Jon came home and he gave me permission to take the weight off. We both had a good look at my clit which was bright red. Definitely a lot bigger but would it be when the swelling went down?

Thursday - I arrived for aerobics 45 minutes early and the young man was waiting outside the doors looking very sheepish. When Jenny arrived she let us in and we went straight to the girls changing rooms. Jenny told the young man to strip off and we did too. As the young man’s trousers came down I saw his hard-on sticking out of his undies and it looked quite good pointing to the ceiling when he was naked.

He tried to cover it with his hands but Jenny told him to keep them by his side. I gave Jenny her new leotard and we both put them on - without anything underneath. Jenny looked good in hers and I could see a couple of pubic hairs sticking out of the sides of her pussy and her little triangle of hair was clearly visible. Jenny said, “I’m going to have to be careful when I’m stretching my legs, are you sure that you’ve made this one exactly the same as yours?” I lied.

My still swollen clit formed a little bulge in mine. Jenny then went into her bag and got out a pair of little red, silky, bikini style knickers and a short T-shirt. She gave them to the young man and told him to put them on. After a minute or so of pleading to be let off, the young man finally put them on. He did look a pillock with his dick straining to stay in the flimsy red knickers. The T-shirt didn’t even come down to his waist so it was very obvious that they were girl’s knickers that he was wearing. Jenny said, “don’t worry, once you get into the workout your hard-on will soon go, now get into the gym and get the mats out of the cupboard.”

No sooner than he had left 2 of the women in the class came in, said, “hello” and started getting changed. We left them to it and went to the gym. The young man’s erection had gone by the time we got there, which was probably a good thing for him as there were 3 of the men in the class already there. They were looking at him when we walked in but their attention moved to us when they saw us. They all came up to us and started chatting to us both. I could see all 3 sets of eyes looking up and down our bodies. That alone was enough to start that tingling feeling between my legs.

Jenny took charge of the situation and started the class straight away. The rest joined in as and when they arrived. I did notice 2 new men who Jenny talked to at the break. I had taken my usual place at the back and had very little attention given to me. However, Jenny couldn’t say the same. Her leotard had ridden up in between her pussy lips. Every time she moved around the gym there was at least one pair of men’s eyes following her. After she had given the new men the course details, Jenny came over to me and said, “I don’t know if this leotard was a good idea, it’s cutting me in half and some of the men have noticed.” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked. “Well yes, but now that I’m doing it I’m not so sure” she said. “Don’t think about it, just do it” I replied.

The young man had stood sheepishly in a corner during the break.

We started the class again and that section was going to be more interesting. It was mostly floor work and the leg stretching would pull my leotard right into my pussy. It was already damp with sweat, but I just knew that my juices would start flowing as I watched the men watching me. Jenny usually demonstrated each exercise before she asked us to do it, by facing us and then doing it. She must have been very self-conscious to start off with because each time she got down onto the floor she turned and faced the wall. One or two people at that end of lines would have been able to see the leotard tightly stretched over her pussy but not many.

As the session went on she obviously didn’t care as she went back to facing us. Just before the end she bent over backwards and I got a beautiful view of the damp Lycra digging into her between both of her lips. I looked over to the young man and saw that he was having a good look and he was starting to get an erection that was pushing the red knickers out in front. When it came to the crab position I deliberately took my time and waited until the man in front of me got down. His upside down face was staring at me in anticipation. I really went for it and stretched my legs as wide as I could knowing that the Lycra was bunched up inside my lips, but bulging where my still swollen clit was pushing against it. By the time the session finished both Jenny’s and my leotards were nearly transparent with sweat and as the people walked out I noticed at least 2 full erections bulging out in the men’s shorts.

Jenny wasn’t finished with the young man and she told him to clear away the mats while we decided what to do next. We waited until all the other people in the class had got dressed and left before she went and locked the school’s front door. This left just the 3 of us in the whole building with no windows in the gym that were below about 15 feet. When she came back Jenny told the young man to take the T-shirt and his trainers off, leaving him wearing just the red knickers. She then announced that the young man was going to have an extra workout. If he didn’t do what she said she would go to the police. His fingerprints in the store cupboard would prove that she was telling the truth. The lad said okay and asked what he had to do.

The first thing was to watch Jenny and me undress each other and make love to each other on the gym floor. I later realised that the idea behind that was (apart from the pleasure to Jenny and me) for the young man to get a real hard-on and to keep it as he did various exercises. Who was I to argue, it was what I wanted and Jenny and me had a most enjoyable 10 minutes. The poor young man’s dick was sticking out of the top of the little knickers and when he went to play with it Jenny told him to stop.

The young man then had to run to the other end of the gym and back 5 times. Jenny decided that it would be better if he removed the knickers and did it again. It was funny watching his dick and balls bounce up and down as he ran. It was even better when he had to run on the spot. His dick was starting to go soft so Jenny had him get in the crab position and then asked me to sit as close to his face as I could. Needless to say that my legs were wide apart and that I was frigging myself.

It wasn’t long before dick was pointing to the ceiling again. Twenty press-ups followed but it wasn’t his chin that had to touch the floor then rise up. Next Jenny had him walking on his hands for a few minutes. To finish with Jenny had him lay spread-eagle in the floor. We both stood with a foot either side of his body, back to back and we lowered ourselves down to him.

The idea was for Jenny’s pussy to be about 3 inches from his face and mine to be so close to his dick that he could feel my body heat, but not actually touch me. I have to admit that it didn’t quite go according to plan and I let the tip of his dick just go inside me. I wanted to impale myself on him but I didn’t, I knew that if Jon found out he would kill me.

When his dick touched my pussy he jerked quite a bit and I thought that he might cum but he didn’t. Jenny wanted to be fair and told me that she wanted to swap positions, so we did. As we went down I let my clit just touch his nose. The young man jerked again, this time a lot more violently and we all collapsed in a pile. I sort of went over his head and was just about sat on his face. When I turned round to look at Jenny she had gone almost straight down and was impaled on him. She moaned and shouted “NO!” and got up just as he shot his lot up in the air just missing Jenny’s pussy but getting the inside of her thigh. The rest of it landed on his chest and stomach. I think that a little bit might just have landed on my back but I wasn’t sure.

Jenny turned round to face him and said (aggressively) “That wasn’t supposed to happen. Now look at what you’ve done you’ll have to clean that lot up (pointing to the inside of her thigh), with your tongue.” (Her voice was calming down the more she said). The young man hesitated and Jenny said, “or would you rather I called the police. They won’t believe you if you try to tell them what’s been happening here.”

The lad had no choice. To start off with his face was a picture, I guess that he’d not tasted his cum before and he didn’t know what to expect. As his tongue licked higher up Jenny thigh she opened her legs wider so that he could get to the highest bit. His face was an inch from her pussy - again.

I was beginning feel left out but Jenny was thinking of me. When he stopped licking she said, “You missed a bit that landed here (pointing to my pussy) get on you back and when she squats down on you, lick it off.” “That’s very considerate of you” I said and lowered myself onto his face. It only took a couple of seconds for me to have an orgasm and I had trouble staying on my feet. After it subsided I got up and smiled at Jenny who said to the boy “Right, don’t let me ever catch you spying on us again. Now put those knickers back on and then your own clothes and get the hell out of here. If I ever see you again I will telephone the police. Is that understood?” “Yes miss,” he meekly said as he pulled on the knickers. As he ran out of the gym Jenny and me looked at each other and burst out laughing.

As we were picking up our leotards Jenny said, “There’s a lot of equipment in here, do you think that we could have some fun with some of it?” “I’m sure we could” I said, “let me think about it. By the way, did you want those knickers back?” “Not after he’d been covering them with his spunk” she said, “besides, it will give him something to remind him of tonight.” We went and had an uneventful shower and headed for home. Jenny had promised to go and meet some of her mates.

Friday - The previous night’s exercises were taking their toll on my muscles and it was the middle of the afternoon before they let me forget them.

Saturday November 28

Didn’t really get the chance to tell Jon about the Thursday night fun until the Saturday morning over breakfast. He wasn’t at all happy that I had let the boy’s dick touch my pussy and made me get over his knee while he spanked me 100 times. I’m sure that his arm must have been aching by the time that he finished. My butt was red and sore, but I had managed to avoid crying - just. By the time I had got to “40 - thank you Master” I could feel his dick getting hard. By the time “70 - Thank you Master” came my stomach was getting damp with his pre-cum. In the nineties I noticed that he was slowing down and that his hand was staying on my hot butt for a second or two before the next stroke. When he finished he quickly lifted me off him, put me over the kitchen table and rammed himself into me. There was no resistance in my pussy as it had started getting wet as soon as I felt his dick rising. The only problem was that I was lying on top of some of the breakfast things and they were digging into my stomach.

It wasn’t long before he came and pulled out of me. I didn’t cum but was close to it and I was a bit frustrated when he stopped. I asked him if I could finish myself off but he wouldn’t let me. Instead he went for a tape and measured the length of my clit. It was slightly longer but that was probably because of my state of arousal at that time. I was glad that Jon decided that the stretching exercise had been waste of time. The pain had been unpleasant.

After breakfast Jon had me ring Vicky to see if she wanted to go out somewhere that night. Liz told me that Vicky was visiting her parents in London that weekend.

Not a very exciting rest of the day, we went shopping for a new washing machine. Jon had decided that the old one was ‘well past its sell by date’. At least there was the possibility of some fun when it was going to be delivered.

Sunday November 29

Sunday started in its usual way - reading the papers. After that Jon decided that we would go for a ride to the coast. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Anywhere in England is cold at the end of November but the coast would be absolutely freezing. Jon let me put on my new knee length boots, stockings and suspenders, leather skirt, a T-shirt and my coat. He let me do the driving as he said that I needed the experience.

It took us 3 hours to get there and as soon as we did we went for a walk on the beach. God it was cold. After that we went to a pub and had some food. There was a pool table in there and Jon ‘challenged’ me to a game. Jon put the money on the table and we waited for our turn. There was a group of rough looking young men there and I didn’t feel that comfortable, especially when they came out with lots of rude comments as I bent of the table to have my shot. Well I was giving them a great view of my ass (pussy too probably), but it was the comments like “I’d love to get that over the table” and “I know where I’d put my cue and balls” that put me off. It wasn’t so much the words, they were a bit funny really but it was the way that they were said. I was glad when Jon said that we were leaving.

I drove again and we got home about 7 o’clock.

Week commencing November 30

Monday - went into town for a wander around the shops. Saw a few adverts for shops looking for Christmas staff but when I told Jon about it he said no.

Wednesday - the new washing machine arrived in the afternoon and I put on my cheesecloth dress to let the men in. It didn’t take long for them to install it but I did take the opportunity of one of them lying on his back to connect some pipes to go and stand right next to him. When he looked up at me he must have seen right up my dress as he suddenly stopped telling me what he was doing and went all quiet. His mate had to get something so I had to move out of his way.

Thursday - was aerobics evening and I went early again. Jenny and I both wore our white leotards and we had the same stares from the men. Jenny was a little more confident and didn’t turn away when she bent down. The front row had a good view. When it came to the floor work I got all wet looking at the bulge on the man in front of me as he watched my leotard disappear into my pussy. At the end of the evening Jenny was in a hurry - again, but she did find time to give me a long kiss and a quick grope.

Friday - went to Tesco but didn’t see Bridie. Made up for feeling a bit bored by bending down in front of a young male shelf stacker. He dropped a box of biscuits when he realised what he was looking at. Muscles ached from the previous night’s exercises.

Saturday December 5

Quite a boring weekend really, Jon dragged me round the shops looking for something for his PC. Nothing of any interest happened all day.

Sunday December 6

Sunday was just about as boring except that we went to the gym. Jon had me wear my leotard but with my white Lycra shorts on underneath. He said that he didn’t thing the Hotel was ready for my butt being openly displayed in the gym. Swimming pool, sauna and steam rooms yes, but not the gym. To get to the gym we have to walk through the Leisure Centre’s reception area and there are often lots of guests there. Because of all the clothes that I was wearing there were no pleasurable incidents in the gym but Jon did keep us there for over an hour. I was knackered by the time that we went for a swim.

Jon didn’t tell me what to wear for the pool so I took the shorts off and just wore the leotard. I’ve never seen anyone in the pool with a T-back costume but I thought that there has to be a first for everything. I walked out of the changing room with a towel round my waist and when Jon saw me he said, “Taken the shorts off have you?” He knows me too well. We swam for about 10 minutes before getting into the Jacuzzi. No one had noticed me as I got into the pool but an elderly couple did when I got out and into the Jacuzzi. The man was smiling but the look on the woman’s face told me that she wasn’t happy. We ignored her and carried on.

It was great lying there in those warm bubbles; I nearly went to sleep. No one came and joined us and after quite a while we went back into the pool to cool off. The pool was just about empty and when we got out and went to the sauna it also was empty. Jon decided that we would strip off and lay there for a while. Jon lay across the end and I lay along the side with my head near him.

After about 10 minutes a teenage boy came in and the only place he could sit was at my feet. My feet were about a foot apart and I knew that Jon wouldn’t want me to pull my legs together so I left them where they were. The boy sat as sideways as he could and was looking directly down at my pussy. After about 5 minutes (knowing that my pussy was being looked at, especially by a reasonable handsome young man) my pussy lips were swelling and my juices flowing. My pussy was starting to itch and I tried to resist scratching it for as long as I could but I just had to scratch it. My hand went down and the palm rested on my bare pubes while my index finger scratched the inside of one lip. This caused both lips to part and my clit become even more obvious.

The lad was concentrating on my pussy so much that he didn’t see me looking at him and his rapidly bulging costume that was quite brief for a young man’s today. The majority of them wear big baggy shorts that don’t do anything for me; I like to see men in very brief swimming trunks so that you can see the shape of their dicks.

This lads costume was brief and his large erection was starting to peak out of the top of his costume. His dick looked massive, bigger than Jon’s. When I had finished scratching I couldn’t resist giving my clit a quick flick as I brought my hand away from it. The lad’s eyes opened wider and he looked up at my face. Our eyes met so I smiled at him and licked my lips.

I guess that he couldn’t cope with a girl being so obvious and looked down at the floor and a couple of minutes later he left. As he got off the bench his still hard dick burst out of the top of his costume and the top inch was visible as he walked out. I looked at Jon who was smiling, and then settled down for more relaxation. No one else came in and after a while Jon told us that we were leaving. Just as we walked out of the sauna a male member of staff walked into the area. His face was a picture, he obviously wasn’t expecting to see a naked woman and the pleasurable surprise on his face was obvious. On the way out he was behind the counter and I handed my towel to him. He was very polite and with a smile on his face, he said, “Please come again, soon.”

The rest of the day was quiet and boring.

Week commencing December 7

The only interesting thing that happened was when I went to aerobics. Jon decided to drop me off instead of me taking the car and I didn’t get there until a couple of minutes before Jenny got started. I was pleased to see that Jenny was wearing her leotard as I was wearing mine.

Just after we had started I heard the door open and someone come in. When I looked over to see who the person was I got a bit of a shock. It was Jon, wearing a very baggy pair of running shorts and a T-shirt. I was thinking of what to say to him at the break but remembered that he had told me that if he turned-up I was to ignore him.

At the break Jenny went over to him and another man and was probably explaining details of the course to them. After that she came over to me and said, “Hi.” We had a little chat and I asked if she’d seen anything of the voyeuristic boy. “Thankfully no” she said and went to get the class started again. As usual she spent some of the time walking around telling people what they were doing wrong, or right. She seemed to be spending quite a bit of time in front of Jon and I wondered why.

The same man was in front of me and having a good look at my pussy as my leotard had disappeared inside my lips - again, and I was definitely wet as I was dreaming-up things that Jon might be up to. At the end of the session Jenny came up to me and said, “You’ll never guess what that new man has been up to.” Well I could but I wasn’t going to let on. “No, tell me” I said. “His dick was hanging out of his shorts and as the session went on it got harder and harder. In the end it was rock hard and I could see every bit of it.” “Disgusting!” I said, “Watch out he’s coming over.”

Everyone else had gone off to get changed by then just leaving Jon, Jenny and me in there. As Jon walked up to us I could see his dick outside his shorts pointing to the ceiling. Before Jenny could say something Jon says, “Can I help you to put the mats away?” “Err yes please; they go in that cupboard over there (pointing to a door).” Jenny said then looked at me as if to say ‘I don’t believe this!’ I said, “Let’s stay and watch this.” Jenny didn’t move so we just stood there and watched as Jon collected and then put the mats away. He still had his erection (outside his shorts) as he walked over to the door, opened it and said, “After you ladies.” We walked out without saying a word and walked into the girls changing rooms. By then everyone else had gone and it was a good job because Jon followed us in. When Jenny looked at him he just said, “Just carry on, don’t let me stop you” and he proceeded to take his clothes off and get into the shower.

Jenny looked a little hesitant so I stripped off and walked to the shower saying “come on Jenny, don’t be shy.” Jenny slowly stripped off and came to join us. Jon and me were soaping ourselves and still pretending to not know each other as Jenny turned-on another shower. Jon must have been waiting for that to happen as he turned to me and said, “will you suck that for me (pointing to his dick).” I didn’t say anything but bent my knees and took his full length into my mouth. Jenny’s face was priceless; she must have been thinking that I was a right tramp. Jon didn’t cum and after a minute he pulled out and said, “Turn round and bend over,” so I did. As he rammed his dick into me I put my hands on Jenny’s hips and started licking the front of her pussy. She said, “I don’t believe this,” but she still responded by opening her legs and letting my tongue get into her hole.

As her (and mine) orgasm built one of Jon’s hands reached out and held her left breast. The other hand reached under me and started massaging my left nipple. It didn’t take long for all three of us to cum and when I stood up I said, “Jenny, meet my Master, Jon. Jon this is Jenny.” “I thought it must be” Jon said, “Vanessa has told me all about what you two have been up to.” Jenny blushed a bit and was just going to say something when Jon said, “Vanessa has been a little too forward and needs to be punished, would you mind if we used your gym please?” “Err yes” Jenny replied. Jon then told me to go into the gym and wait for me. He went into the boys changing room for something while Jenny said that she had better go and lock the school doors and off she went - grabbing a towel as she went.

As I waited for him in the gym I was wondering what Jon had gone for and what he was going to do for me. I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as he walked in I saw the cane in his hand and knew what was going to happen. I didn’t have long to think about it as he immediately told me to run from one end of the gym to the other and back. I was totally naked and my little breasts bounced as much as they could.

I was on my third length when Jenny came back in and stood next to Jon who said something to her. After 5 lengths I had to stop and spend 5 minutes running on the spot in front of them. I don’t know what Jon said to Jenny but she sat on the floor and watched me. Next I had to put my arms high in the air and then jump into a spread-eagle position, then back. This workout was worse than Jenny’s. After that it was press-ups. I couldn’t manage many of them and was really sweating by then.

After that it was standing on my hands and leaning my feet against the wall. Then came lying on my back and pushing my legs and body up so that I was on my shoulders and elbows. In that position I had to spread my legs as much as I could and hold it until I collapsed. As I was like that and getting a bit of a breather I saw that Jon was starting to get a hard-on again. After that I had to get in the ‘crab’ position and walk over towards Jenny and get my open pussy as close to her as I could. At last Jon told me to stand up, after a couple of seconds I had to part my feet about 18 inches and then bend over and touch my feet without bending my knees. I just knew what was next, as I looked back at Jon through my legs I saw him pick-up the cane and come over to me. I closed my eyes and waited.

The first one landed as a bit of a surprise (don’t know why). “Ow! One - thank you Master” I said. After “Ten - than you Master,” I was getting very wet and close to crying. I looked as Jenny who was mesmerised but not that far-gone to not be able to frig herself. Her right hand was moving rapidly. After “Fifteen - than you Master,” I was crying - a lot.

Jon stopped and looked at me for a minute then moved a bit then number 16 landed. They were now landing on one cheek and bending round and hitting my pussy lips. Numbers 18, 19 and 20 found my clit. The pain was terrible but at the same time my pussy was throbbing (and not just from the pain). My juices had run right down to my knees. Jon stopped after “Twenty - thank you Master.” He told me to stand up straight and pull myself together.

As I stood there sobbing Jenny got up and came over to me. She asked me if I was all right and gave me her towel to wipe my face. Jon went off to get changed and when I had stopped crying Jenny said, “Are you sure that you’re alright?” and “Why do you put up with it?” As we walked back to the changing room I told her that I was happy with Jon, I needed Jon and (pointing to my juices running down my legs) would I do it if I wasn’t getting pleasure out of it? Jenny had no answers and she helped me have another shower and then put my dress on. She kept telling me about all the red wheals on my backside. I said, “Look at the ones on my pussy.” She did and said, “Wow!”

Jon was waiting for us when we got to the schools doors. He asked Jenny to come for a drink with us but she declined. We went home with my trying to keep my backside off the car seat.

Friday - was quiet apart from when the papergirl came. When I turned round to go and get the money I heard her gasp and say “what happened to you?” I just said, “I was a bad girl at school and my teacher punished me.” “What!” she said, but I didn’t answer.

Saturday December 12

Jon woke me up at 4 o’clock in the morning. When I finally came round he told me to pack a bag as we were going on holiday. It was my birthday on the Tuesday and Jon had decided to ‘treat his little slave’. At 8’oclock we were getting on a plane to Tenerife. When we got there it was great to feel the heat as the plane door opened.

Walking across the tarmac I had trouble with my dress blowing up. Jon told me that Tenerife was a quite a windy island, particularly in the winter. I said that I could get used to winters like that. The coach took us to Playa de las Americas and a Hotel called Columbus. We had a room that over-looking the swimming pool. The weather wasn’t as good as Ibiza had been but it was still a hell of a lot warmer than England and we stripped off and sat on the balcony. I’d seen one woman topless by the pool so I wasn’t worried when Jon told me to take my dress off. When I was sat on a chair on the balcony people walking beside the pool would have trouble telling if I was topless, never mind bottomless.

After about 30 minutes soaking up the sun Jon decided that he was hungry and told me to put on a short wrap-round skirt and crop top while he just put on his baggy short running shorts and we went looking for a restaurant. As we were walking down the street I realised that a lot of people were going to see the lower half of my naked body that week, the wind was bad. We found a café down the street and had a good meal.

After that we decided to go for a walk to see what was there. Every time that we came to a corner I was expecting my skirt to fly up. It did quite a few times and I got a few wolf-whistles. Jon was enjoying it and so was I in a way. Jon told me that the only time that I could hold my skirt down was if there was a policeman looking. The Spanish police can (he said) be a funny lot and lock you up for a very trivial reason. He said that he had often seen them treat holidaymakers very badly.

We found a shopping mall that wasn’t that big and Jon said that we’d go back later. There were dozens of tourist type shops that Jon said we would avoid. We also found a sex shop but it was closed. We wandered back to the apartment and got there as it was getting dark. Jon went to the bar but told me to go and put on (in) my Ben Wa balls and come back to the bar.

When I got back he was chatting to a couple of girls that were about my age or maybe a little younger. Jon introduced them (Emma and Chloe) to me. They were on their second week there and they told us about the main drinking area at the other end of town. Jon asked about beaches and they said that there was one up by the lively part of town, but not many more around that part of the island. Jon asked if they knew of and naturist beaches and after couple of seconds silence Emma said that she had heard someone talking about a little beach a mile or so up the coast but she said that she didn’t know exactly where it was as they hadn’t been. Jon said that we would be looking for it and asked them if they would like to come. Emma said that we didn’t look like naturists and Jon laughed and said, “What does a naturist look like?” That stumped them a bit and they had to admit that neither of them had thought about it. Emma looked at Chloe and said, “What do you think, shall we go with them?” Chloe replied, “Let’s think about it.”

Jon told then that we were both naturists and told me to stand up and prove it. Without hesitation I stood up and lifted the front of my skirt up and showed them my knickerless, bald pussy. I just stood there until Jon said, “OK Vanessa, you can sit down now.” Emma said that that didn’t prove anything as she often went out in a short skirt and no knickers. Jon said that I ALWAYS went without knickers.

We then had a conversation about how I kept my pubes so smooth and not itchy. Both girls were interested in the machine that I have, especially as I told them that I no longer needed it because the hair wasn’t growing back. A waiter came by just then and Jon ordered us all some more drinks then asked them where they were going that night. When Chloe said that they had intended either staying there or just going to one of the local bars. Jon asked if they would like to join us for the evening.

We never got further than the hotel bar that night and we ended up getting quite drunk. I have vague memories of being sprawled out on a big sofa and Emma asking me what it had been like removing my pubic hair, one by one. But not much else. I do know that Jon fucked me that night because I woke up next morning with a sore and very sloppy pussy.



Sunday December 13

Woke up with one hell of a bad head. Jon had one as well but nowhere near as bad as mine. We didn’t have any breakfast and spent the first half of the morning drinking water on the balcony.

About lunchtime Jon told me to put just my bikini skirt, over-sized bikini top and shoes on and go and get us some food. I walked to a supermarket just down the road and had some fun squatting down to get something from the bottom shelf when people were walking by and bending over in front of man on the checkout. Each time someone gave me a filthy look or a smile I just smiled back at them.

On the way back one man turned round and followed me after the front of my skirt blew up as he was walking towards me. I guess that he was hoping for a rear view as well so just before the hotel entrance I bent over to ‘adjust’ my shoe. He must have had a great view of my ass and pussy.

After breakfast / lunch we went and hired a little jeep and Jon took me to a little village about 3 miles up the coast. There was only a café and the odd shop there but Jon wasn’t interested in them. We walked out of the village up a hill and onto the coast path. At the top of the hill Jon told me to strip off and we walked a couple of hundred yards to where the path went down into a little valley. There was a minute little beach in the bottom and a number of little ramshackle homes made of rocks and anything else that had washed-up. There were a few people around them who Jon said were dropouts. As we walked down I saw that they were all scruffy and thin, I guess that Jon was right. No one took any notice of us and we walked up the other side of the valley. In the next valley there was a beach about 100 yards long with some ‘white’ sand (unlike the ‘black’ sand in Playa de las Americas). There were only about a dozen or so people on them, all naked.

Jon decided where we were going to settle and we lay on our towels for about an hour. I dozed off and when I woke up a youngish couple were just above us with a baby that looked no more than a couple of weeks old. The couple were naked as well and the woman was laid with her legs open. When I looked up towards her I could see that her pussy lips were open and so was her hole, about an inch. I could see right into her. About an hour later the man pitched a tent a little way up the hill and they went and moved into it.

The waves started getting bigger and bigger and Jon decided that getting them crashing over us would really wake us up. So in we went, slowly at first then right into them. It was really cold and the waves were pushing us all over the place. We came out for a rest and I noticed that Jon had got a hard-on. He said that it was the waves pounding down on him that caused it. As we sat there 2 men and 3 women dropouts came over the hill and down onto the beach. They stripped off (which didn’t take more than a couple of seconds as none of them had more than 1 article of clothing on) and into the waves they went. As we watched I noticed that the 2 men also got a hard-on. We went back in and it wasn’t long before I was watching 3 men with rampant erections getting bounced about by the waves.

The 3 women dropouts seemed to be amused by it as well as they were having a bit of a giggle. Jon saw what was going on, came over to me and grabbed my solid nipples and said, “It’s getting you as well.” Before I had time to answer he picked me up pushed his dick between my legs. He said, “Put your legs round me,” and gave me a long French kiss during which time his dick pushed its way into me.

There we were having sex stood on a public beach and no one batted an eyelid. Jon carried me to the water’s edge and we collapsed with him on top and still inside me. I looked up and down the beach and saw that all the dropouts were in a heap having some sort of orgy and that another couple were at it as well.

It felt good having sex out in the open like that and even better when Jon rolled us over so that I was on top. I got onto my knees and rode him as fast as I could. I had just had my second orgasm when Jon came. Holding me still as he jerked the final drops out of him and into me.

After that we went back into the water and washed all the sand off us before Jon decided that he wanted me to give him a blowjob. He lay on his towel and told me to get down on my knees and bend over him. He said that I had to make sure that my open pussy was visible to anyone who looked down the beach. While I was doing that a young couple walked along the beach. They stopped and watched us for a minute or so before moving on. When Jon came I swallowed all his cum then licked him clean before we settled down and enjoyed the sun. When it came time to leave we both walked naked back to the top of the hill before the village. A German couple seemed a little surprised as we met coming over the top of a ridge. I bet that they got more of a surprise when they got to the beach.

We covered-up before walking down into the village and we had a drink and ice cream at the café right on the sea front. It was windy down there and it wasn’t long before my little skirt had blown over and the waiter and other customers could see everything.

Back at the Hotel we bumped into Emma and Chloe in the bar. They said that they were going out with some blokes that they’d met. Emma gave me my Ben Wa balls back and said that they were good. I asked her how she got them but all she would say was that I gave them to her the previous night.

I can’t remember a thing about it, it must have been when we were in the bar but that’s all I know. Jon wouldn’t tell me anything either.

That night we went into the ‘lively’ part of town for a drink and some food. Jon told me that I wouldn’t have to worry about my dress blowing up. What he didn’t tell me until just before we went out was that I had to wear my lacy dress, the one with thousands of holes that looks quite normal until you get close-up when you realise that you can see everything through it. Well it was dark outside.

Jon said that we weren’t going to drink much that night so we took the car. We walked the last bit and soon found ourselves in this noisy area with someone outside each bar trying to talk us into going in. We went into one on the street side that that had a TV playing a Chubby Brown video. Jon had heard his voice and said, “We’re going in there.” We spent the next hour laughing at some brilliant but filthy jokes; it was great. From there we went into a rather bright McDonalds and had a burger. One or two people (men) looked at me but there again there were a few other young girls wearing very little as well. It was the girls who were not with men that got most of the attention. All in all we had a pleasant evening with nothing special happening.

Week commencing December 14

Monday - Jon got me up early and we both went to the supermarket. I had to wear just a sarong that didn’t cover much even before I started bending down or the wind started. Jon wore just a T-shirt that was a bit baggy and once or twice I managed to see the end of his dick peeking out. In the supermarket we decided to have a bit of fun with this middle-aged couple who looked a bit stuffy. We got ourselves about 10 feet ahead of them then we both bent over so that both our asses were on show to them. The man kept a straight face and ignored us but the woman looked a bit flustered and said, “well really!” as they walked passed us. We just looked at each other and laughed.

After breakfast we drove up the coast and found a deserted beach. It wasn’t very big but it did have a few sun-beds on it. We took 2 of them and soaked up the sun for a while before Jon decided that he was going for a walk - naked. I lay there naked day dreaming and quite unconsciously opened my legs and started masturbating.

After I had cum I fell asleep with my feet either side of the sun-bed. I started dreaming and can still remember what I was dreaming about. I was a slave in a jail in some Arabian city. There were other girls there all naked like me. One by one the girls were taken out. When it came to my turn I was dragged out into some open-air room where I was tied to a big post on top of a big step. I was being auctioned off and the auctioneer was inviting people to come up and ‘check me out’. I was being groped and prodded all over and I was eventually sold to a man who tied my hands to the back of his horse and led me through the streets naked to his home.

When we got there he thrashed my backside until it hurt then made me masturbate in front of his whole household. There were about a dozen people watching me and talking about me. A woman was describing my shaved pubes and little dick but I couldn’t see her. It was then that I slowly woke up and realised that the woman was real. She was with a man on the beach a few feet in front of me and they were talking about me. They obviously though that I was still asleep as I watched them through my sunglasses - good invention for people wanting to see but not be seen to be looking.

They were naked and hadn’t realised that I was awake. As I looked at them they got the urge and they fucked each other doggy style, right in front of me. I couldn’t help myself; my right hand continued what it started before. I was still quietly playing with myself when they finished, stood up and walked away. As they went I heard the man say “hell of a dream she’s having.” I watched them walk down the beach and saw Jon walking back towards them and me. When he got to me he told me to finish myself off and he told me that he had watched it all. He sat on the end of the sun-bed and watched as I thought about my Arabian slave Master and brought myself to another orgasm.

About an hour later Jon decided that we were going shopping and we drove back to Playa de las Americas. We went to the shopping mall that we found on the first day and wandered around. We found a shop that sold dresses and managed to find a few that Jon liked. The young Spanish girl got a bit flustered when I took the sarong off in the middle of the shop and tried the dresses on.

She kept trying to say something about ‘someone might come in’, but Jon just kept saying, “Don’t worry.” Someone did come in, one of her mates. They stood there speaking Spanish at a hell of a rate. They kept looking over to us and pointing but we ignored them. We eventually found one that Jon liked; it was very thin and silky and only just covered my butt. I reckoned that if I bent over even the slightest bit then anyone behind me would be able to see my butt. It had spaghetti straps and the front over my breasts was ‘different’. It was baggy and the way it hung on me even I could see my nipples. Anyone looking straight at me from the front wouldn’t have been able to see my breasts but if they were close enough to look down at me then they would see what I could see. From below my breasts it wasn’t tight but it wasn’t loose.

After Jon paid we left, found a cafe and had a late lunch. Nothing exciting there and we went back to the Hotel. Jon told me to have a rest as it was going to be a long night.

When we went out I wore my new dress and the remote vibe. To get to the nightclub we took a taxi and I’m sure that the driver got a got view as I bent over to get in. As we moved off he switched the interior light on and adjusted his mirror and I suspected that it was so that he could have a look at my legs. I thought that I would tease him a bit so I slowly opened my knees. Because they were up a bit I think that he would have had a good view of my pussy. Not sure if Jon noticed or not, he didn’t react.

The club was big; it had lots of rooms and one big dance floor where the ceiling was about 30 feet above us. There were 3 cages hanging from the ceiling and I asked Jon what they were for. He said that it was for people who wanted to get high on their dancing. I wasn’t sure what he meant and didn’t say anything.

We went to the restaurant and had a fantastic meal. It must have cost Jon lots of money. We even had a big bottle of champagne. French not the cheap Spanish stuff. Jon had told me to pull my dress up as we sat down to eat to make sure that I didn’t leave a wet patch on the back of it. He wouldn’t let me use a serviette so each time the waiter came to serve me he could see my bare pubes and down the front of my dress. I had nearly forgotten about the vibe until Jon switched it on while the waiter was serving the main course. It startled me a bit and I let out a bit of a gasp. The waiter ignored me. Jon left it on just long enough for me to start getting worked up, and then switched it off.

When the waiter came to serve my dessert we had been waiting a while (I think the champagne helped as well) and I had started to relax and lay back against the back of the chair. I never thought about what the waiter would see and he gave a slight gasp as he saw me naked from my hips down. I smiled and sat up straight but the waiter just carried on as if nothing had happened. While I was eating my sweat Jon gave the vibe a quick burst “just to keep you topped up” he said.

From the restaurant we went for a wander round and discovered that some of the little rooms had their own little dance floors and different music. The rooms seemed to have themes according to the type of music that they were playing. We went to the main dance floor that was getting quite busy by then and danced for about half an hour before finding one of the bars. It was circular and sunk low in the floor so that the counter was half way between my knees and pussy. There were only 3 girls behind the bar but I bet the male members of staff wanted to work there so that they could see up the skirts of the female customers. I’m sure that if any of them looked at me they would have seen my naked pussy but there again I bet they’ve seen so many naked pussies staring down at them that they just don’t bother any more.

As we stood there drinking, Jon switched the vibe on again and left it on until I was so close to cumming that I was looking forward to my first orgasm of the night. However, Jon being Jon, knew exactly when to stop it and I was left frustrated. He must have seen the disappointment on my face because he said, “later V, later.” As Jon was ordering another drink one of girls behind the bar decided that she needed to go somewhere because she started to climb onto the bar to get over it. In doing so her little short skirt lifted up to reveal a naked trimmed pussy. I looked at Jon and said, “Did you see that!” “Yes” he replied, “nice, but not as nice as yours.” A nice ‘loved’ feeling came over me for a second. When the girl came back she did it again but this time we got a great view of her small backside. I could just see her dark lips for a second.

I finished my drink before Jon and asked if we could go dancing again. Jon said that he wasn’t but that I could, but that I had to wait until someone got off one of the pillars and then dance on there. There were about 6 of these pillars spread around the edge of the dance floor. They were about 5 feet off the ground and wide enough for only one person dancing on them at a time. To get onto them there were 3 large concrete steps that people were sitting on.

A few minutes later 2 of the pillars became vacant. I headed for the nearest one and climbed on. Even getting up the steps must have given the people sat on them a great view of my ass. When I got onto the pillar itself I realised that if anyone either sat on the steps or stood on the floor cared to look up they would have easily been able to see what I wasn’t wearing.

The music started and I started dancing. A little bit later the vibe started and my dancing rhythm changed. I looked down to see Jon looking up at me. I turned to face him and I could see him playing with the remote control. He started pointing to my legs and then opening his arms to tell me to open my legs, so I did, about a foot. I knew that he was looking straight at my pussy and so were the 3 or 4 young men that were stood near Jon. I didn’t care; in fact I was enjoying it. Jon brought me so close to the edge so many times that I was getting almost desperate to cum. I was staring down at the young men. And tried to read their lips. They were obviously talking about me and I’m sure that one of them was pointing to my juices that were running down the insides of my legs.



Jon obviously didn’t want me to cum but it he kept up the same ‘on and off time periods’ then it wasn’t going to be long before he had no more say in the matter. After another couple of on and off sessions it happened. I stopped dancing and my body just shook. It was one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever had. It lasted for ages.

After that I decided that I needed to get down and have a drink, so, being the girl that I am I sat down on the edge of the pillar with my knees about a foot apart with my legs straight out and said, “Can someone help me down please?” These 4 young men all moved forward but one of them managed to get in between my legs. His face was right in front of my pussy. He wasn’t going to rush to do anything so I said, “come on then, help me down.”

He was strong, his arms came out and up behind my dangling legs and round my waist. This meant that as he pulled me forward my legs went over his shoulders. As he pulled me forward his face went right into my pussy. He stepped back and then lowered me down to the floor but it was my head that was going down. My knees were over his shoulders and I was rapidly getting upside down with my dress rushing down to meet my face. Luckily the pressure of him holding me upside down against himself stopped it from going all the way and my body was only exposed down (or should I say up) to just below my breasts.

The young man held me there and turned to his mates who cheered moved towards me and started groping me. One had just managed to get a finger in me when Jon stepped forward, pushed his way in and lifted me up saying “Thank you gentlemen, I’ll take my wife from there.” As Jon lowered me down my dress fell back into place and the young men walked away. They didn’t look happy that Jon had spoilt their fun and in a way I was disappointed as well.

We went to a different bar and had another drink. I was getting a bit drunk by then and I think that Jon was as well. About 2 drinks and a smooch later (where Jon had his hands on my bum (under my dress) while I gave him a long French kiss) the DJ announced that the cages were being lowered and that if anyone wanted to dance in them they were to go to see him. Jon told me to go and when I found the DJ there was another girl wanting to have a go. The DJ said okay and told us which cage to go to. There was a man there when I got there and he opened the door for me then locked me in.

As I was waiting for the cage to go up some drunks started saying silly things like “look at the monkey,” “where’s your banana” and “monkeys don’t wear clothes.” That seemed to give them the excuse to reach in and try to pull my dress up. Unfortunately with the cage only being about 3 feet square there wasn’t anywhere that I could go and my dress was up round my waist when the cage started going up. You can image the comments from the drunks when they saw that I didn’t have any knickers on. In a way I was enjoying them seeing me like that but I wasn’t keen on the fact that they were drunk and all trying to grope me. Jon was watching but I knew that he wouldn’t interfere as there was no chance of me coming to any harm.

The cage only went up about 8 feet above the ground just high enough so that people on the dance floor couldn’t reach it. When I looked round I could see the other 2 cages both had girls in them and both were dancing. One of the girls looked as if she was only wearing a bikini and the other had a mini skirt and bikini bra on. I started dancing and had just got into the swing of it when my pussy suddenly jerked. Jon had switched vibe on again. He was playing the same game as last time - on for a minutes then off for a minutes. I looked down to see where he was but couldn’t see him. After about 5 minutes strobe and spotlights came on and were moving all over the place. Then 3 fixed spotlights came and light up the 3 cages. Shortly after that 3 (probably - I couldn’t see the other 2) more light came on, they were sunk into the floor and were directly below the cages.

Yes, light was flooding right up my body from below which meant that anyone stood below could look up and see what I wasn’t wearing; and more to the point the juices that were running down the inside of my legs. Jon had as usual been keeping me right on the edge of an orgasm which meant that my juices were really flowing. If Jon kept it up for much longer then they would be dripping down onto the people below.

Because of the bright lights I couldn’t see who was below me or if they were looking up at me. But that wasn’t at the front of my mind; it was the orgasm that was building in me. The excitement of knowing that hundreds of people could be watching me and even looking at my naked pussy as I slowly danced and was getting extremely close to cumming only made it worse (or should I say better). When I finally came I stopped dancing and just shook. I think that I screamed but no one would have been able to hear me anyway.

Jon must have been watching and realised that I had cum because the rhythm of the vibe going on and off changed. Jon left it on and brought me to a second climax before he switched it off. It didn’t come back on and I slowly came down from my sexual ‘high’ then started dancing again. Not only were my pussy juices dripping off me but sweat must have been as well. I could certainly feel it running down my body and my dress was sticking to me in places as well.

After about another 10 minutes up there I was beginning to think that I was stuck in that cage forever. I was tired and thirsty. Looking over to the other 2 cages I saw that one of the girls had stopped dancing and was sitting on the bottom of the cage so I did too. There wasn’t enough space to put my legs out in front of me so I had to bring my knees up. The bars on the bottom of the cage were about six inches apart and my backside was resting evenly over 2 of the bars. This meant that my pussy was being pulled slightly apart in between the bars. It must have been quite a sight for anyone below but I didn’t care, in fact when I realised a little tingle went through my stomach and I felt a little more juice flow.

I don’t know how long after I sat down that the cage was lowered the next thing that I remember is a man with a big grin on his face leaning through the open door and pulling me up by my hand. I think that he said something to me as he pulled me up and out but I can’t remember what. Jon grabbed me as I started walking away from the cage and took me to a corner of the room to sit down and recover. He brought me a long cool drink that disappeared down my throat very quickly.

Just as I was starting to get a bit of life back into me Jon decided that he wanted to have me there and then so I had to sit on his lap with my back to him and one leg either side of his while he fucked me. I’m sure that some of the people nearby knew what we were doing but nobody seemed to care. I didn’t cum again but I remember that lovely feeling of his jism shooting into me. He lifted me off him straight away and he held the back of my dress up as I sat down on the cushion next to him. As I watched him put his dick away I thought about the sticky white stains that would be on the cushion when the cleaners came round next day.

Shortly after that we left and got a taxi back to the apartment. The driver didn’t look at us as he drove us back. If he had he would have seen that my dress hem was on my stomach and pussy open to catch the cool air of the night.

Tuesday - My Birthday. It was late morning when I woke up. Jon was already up and had been to get us some breakfast. He’d only worn a T-shirt to the supermarket and he told me that he had accidentally flashed the girl on the checkout when he’d picked-up all the items that he’d bought. Two of them had trapped his T-shirt and pulled it up when he’d lifted them up. Apparently the girl had gasped and blushed when she’d seen his dick and that it was then that he’d realised what had happened. He said that he’d just apologised and left leaving the girl watching him walk away.

It was a bright sunny day and as we eat breakfast on the balcony (hadn’t seen anyone in the rooms on either side of us since we got there); Jon told me that we were going to go to a Hotel just outside Playa de las Americas. I put on just a short wrap-round skirt and crop top and we set off. Just as we walked out of reception the wind caught my skirt and a group of people who were just arriving got any eyeful. I wasn’t really looking forward to spending the day in some Hotel or other, but if that was what Jon wanted, then ......

The Hotel Fanabe looked just like any other Hotel even when we walked around the place. It was when Jon took me into the lift and it arrived on the Hotel roof that I understood why Jon took me there. There was swimming pool and sun-beds on the roof and it was clothing optional. There were already about a dozen people there and all but one was naked. Half of them were old and wrinkly but there was a young couple with some young kids and a group of 4 young German sounding people, 3 girls and one youth.

We got a couple of sun-beds, put some sun tan lotion on, settled down with our books and had a very lazy pleasurable day. We went for a swim in the pool a couple of times and it was great not having to worry whether or not I was hanging out of a costume. Yes, okay I do get sexual excitement of letting people see my interesting bits in places that they don’t expect it but it’s good to be able to be completely naked and relaxed in public at times. It’s good being naked at home but it isn’t the same as lying out in the sun by a swimming pool and being waited on hand and foot. So natural and relaxing.

It was early evening when we headed back to our Hotel. We got showered and took the car to the middle of Playa de las Americas. Jon was just wearing a big T-shirt and I had to wear my bikini skirt and a baggy crop top. The way my skirt didn’t reach right round me made it obvious to anyone who looked and thought about it that I didn’t have anything on underneath. The wind was going to be a problem again.

We wandered around the shops and along the sea front and ended up near the shopping mall. Just up the road from it Jon spotted a sex shop and we went in. It wasn’t up to much but the man behind the counter soon realised what I wasn’t wearing and watched me as I moved around the shop. Jon noticed it and asked me to pass him something that was on the floor. I realised what Jon was after (and it wasn’t the box on the floor) so I bent over from my waist and picked the box up. I took my time so that the man got a good look at my ass. Jon put the box down and we carried on browsing. As I said there wasn’t much there but Jon did buy a butt plug.

As Jon paid the man asked if we wanted a bag for the plug, but Jon said, “No,” and unwrapped it. He then gave it to me and said, “Put that in your hole.” I took it from him and licked the end so that it wouldn’t be too painful then opened my legs, reached down and under the micro skirt and pushed it in. As I was doing that I was looking at the man’s face. It was a picture of surprise and pleasure. I guess that no one had done that in his shop before. Jon picked-up his change said, “Thank you” and we left.

The butt plug wasn’t small and it was a bit painful as I walked. I was sure that if (when) my skirt blew-up again whoever was looking would be able to see the end of the plug. We went into the mall and went to a different shop that sold clothes. As we looked at the clothes the young sales girl took something off a rack and went to the changing rooms. They were 2 curtained off cubicles at one end of the shop which was empty apart from her, Jon and me.

When she went into a cubicle I noticed that she only half closed the curtain. She then started taking off her jeans and top. I’m sure that she knew that Jon and me was watching her but she just ignored us. Next came her bra, which left her in just her knickers. As she pulled the dress over her head she turned to face us and we got a good view of her big breasts. I saw lots of black pubic hair sticking out of the sides of her white knickers. As the dress came down she turned and looked at herself in the mirror.

After checking to see that the dress fitted and looked okay she took it off and put her top and jeans back on. She left the bra off and was holding it and the dress when she walked passed us to the sales counter. Jon said, “Right, it’s our turn to give a show, find a tight dress then come back to me.” When I got back to Jon he had a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt in his hand. He motioned for me to go over to the changing cubicles and as we walked over he whispered “Don’t touch the curtains, and take your time.”

We each went into a cubicle and I didn’t hear a curtain close so I knew that Jon didn’t close his either. It only took me seconds to take my top and little skirt off and I stood there naked facing the shop and taking my time undoing the buttons on the dress. The girl was looking at us but I’m not sure if it was me or Jon. Just then I heard the shop doorbell and another girl came in and walked over to the sales girl talking to her in Spanish. The sales girls said something and the second girl stopped talking when she looked over at us. They both stood in silence as the watched either Jon or me (or both) as I put the dress on.

When I’d fastened it I walked out and turned to Jon. He was naked and struggling to pull on the jeans which were obviously too small. He had a semi erection. I said, “That’s nice, but the jeans are too small, shall I get you a bigger pair?” “No” he said, “I’ve decided that I don’t like them anyway” and started to take them off. I went next door and took the dress off. Just as I was pulling my top on Jon appeared in front of me and said, “Come on, let’s go.” He grabbed the dress and I foll