Emilys Story
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Emily's Embarrassing ProblemsChapter 4 free porn video
Intro
I've now left school (I'm 18 now) and am getting used to the adult world. I enjoyed an amazing holiday with my really good friend Sara before going off to a fantastic university; both of which I will tell you all about later.
What do I look like? If you've read the earlier parts of my story you will know that I'm short and slim with little 32A breasts. Like most young women these days, I shave my pubes and have no hair below my neck. My pussy is just a little slit with just a hint of my clit poking out most of the time. The skin around my pussy is the same colour as the rest of my body. All in all, I'm proud that my pussy looks just like it did when I was a little girl.
I have two (maybe) medical conditions that affect my life quite a bit. I was diagnosed with Miliaria Profunda (google it) at an early age. Because of this I had to dress in loose clothing; anything tight fitting like knickers, tights, trousers and bras were banned.
As I developed into a woman, the Miliaria Profunda seemed to fade, but I developed a condition called Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder (PGAD) (again, google it). It was sooo embarrassing having to tell my mother, and then having to explain it all again to my (male) doctor. He wasn't much help; the only possible cure that he could suggest was to have my clitoris amputated. Not a cat in hell's chance of my mother or me letting that happen.
After experimentation I discovered that the PGAD orgasms are brought on by vibrations and contact with my genitals. Later on I discovered that being seen naked by men, and sometimes women, also brings on these involuntary orgasms.
School was embarrassing and humiliating, but we won't go into that here (see the earlier parts of my story), other than to say that the teachers weren't any help and I learned to live with my problems. I even managed to get good grades.
In spite of the sexual nature of my medical conditions, I'd waited until I was over the legal age of consent before losing my virginity.
Sara – my BFF
Sara is nearly a year older than me and was in the same year as me, but at a different school. I've never got round to asking her why that was, I've always assumed that it was to do with the month that our birthdays fall. Before going off to the same university we had an amazing holiday with her parents. I say 'with her parents', her mother had to leave (work) after a few days, and her father let us do what we wanted.
Sara's body is virtually the same as mine, same height, same figure, same shoe size, and roughly the same colour and length of hair. The only real difference is our faces and Sara has a little mole on her left inner thigh just below her pussy.
Sara's parents are quite well off, and workaholics. They insisted that they paid for me to go on holiday with them saying that they were so grateful that Sara had found a friend like me. I've spent a lot of time at Sara's house and only actually met her mother and father a couple of times. Okay, I've met them both over Skype, but it's not the same.
Sara has a very open relationship with her father. She tells him EVERYTHING that she and I get up to and he even encourages her a bit.
Anyway, both Sara's mother and father managed to free themselves up to go on holiday. Well it started that way. They'd rented a villa on the island of Ibiza and we all flew out early one morning. Sara and I were both wearing only shoes and very short summer dresses, and Sara spent lots of time bending over to check that she'd got everything in her case and carry-on. I caught her father looking at her exposed butt a few times. I deliberately didn't bend over, I didn't want to have an orgasm in the airport; well not when Sara's mother was there.
The first few days there were a little tense at times. Okay, Sara and I sunbathed and swam naked at the villa but whenever her mother was around I felt a little uncomfortable, and Sara obviously wasn't totally relaxed. When the 3 of us women went to the shops or a restaurant Sara was very 'ladylike', even though she wasn't wearing underwear.
It was on the third day that Sara's mother took a phone call and then told us that she had to leave and fly to America. Things improved from that day.
We spent most mornings sunbathing by the pool or swimming (sometimes waiting for the hang-over to go), afternoons shopping or at the beach; and evenings out on the town.
Sara's dad always managed to get up before us. We'd wander out to the pool and find him reading a book or having a swim. Breakfast was always there waiting for us. Sara and I slept naked in the same bed and we didn't bother to put any clothes on until we left the villa around lunchtime. Sara's father always wore swimming shorts around the villa.
After breakfast it was into the shower then some serious sun tanning. We'd lay on the sunbeds with our feet either side (we didn't want to have white inner thighs). Sara's father would usually stay round the pool tanning while reading; sometimes a book and sometimes some business documents.
Sara and I put lotion on each other about 4 times each morning. I usually lay with my eyes closed so that I couldn't see Sara's father looking at me.
On the second morning (after Sara's mother had left) Sara started lingering around my little pink slit as she put the lotion on. She'd flick my clit or slip a finger inside me. Of course I had an orgasm. At first I tried to hide them from Sara's father. He soon realised what Sara was doing to me and he watched me closely every time Sara came near me. It wasn't long before he told us that there was nothing more wonderful than watching a woman mid orgasm. After that I stopped trying to hold back and let myself go. I'd be moaning loudly and jerking and twitching.
On the third morning whenever Sara came near me I would plead with her not to make me cum saying that I wasn't comfortable cumming in front of her father. Of course she took no notice of me.
After she caused my first orgasm on the fourth morning I decided that it was time for some payback. I went inside saying that I needed to pee. I went to our room and got the remote vibrating egg. I covered it with a towel and carried it back outside.
The next time that Sara asked me to lotion her I did to her what she had been doing to me. She was wet even before I started on her pussy. I told her to close her eyes and relax.
Seconds later Sara let out a loud gasp as I pushed the egg inside her. I continued with the lotion then whispered for her relax and enjoy that full feeling.
I went back to my sunbed and lay there for about 10 minutes without touching the remote.
Sara's father came over and asked us if we'd like a drink. Just as he was about to ask Sara I turned the remote up to full and then down. Sara screamed, jumped up then fell back down with a long sigh. She shuddered a bit then got that satisfied smile on her face.
Sara's father asked her if she was okay. When she said that she was, her father turned to me to ask me what I wanted to drink.
I held the remote control up so that her father knew what was going on. He smiled then held out his hand. He wanted the control.
After he got us our drinks he went and sat down where he could watch us. He then proceeded to tease his daughter something rotten with that control. He brought her up to close to her peak then switched it off. Then he'd do it again; and again.
I was watching her the whole time. Her little nipples were rock hard and her pussy lips were swollen. Her clit was the biggest I have ever seen it. Her feet were on the floor either side of the sunbed before the egg got switched on. By the time her father switched it off they were as wide as was possible and I could see her pussy convulsing. It was like she was trying to suck something in.
I wondered if my pussy did the same.
After that session, Sara openly masturbated in front of her father each morning. He loved every second, and I enjoyed watching her too.
Early each afternoon Sara's father would either go and play golf somewhere, or go inside and work on his laptop. He had an internet connection and could do quite a bit of his work from there.
Meanwhile Sara and I would shower then get a taxi to Ibiza town or San Antonio most days. We had a great time wandering round the shops. We bought quite a few skirts and tops that we wore when we went out at night.
Some of the clothes were:-
A tube top where the top half is a cotton band that covers the breasts; and the bottom half is made out of mesh – with holes about half an inch. When Sara or I wore it when we went out at night we wore it upside down with our nipples poking through the holes. That one went down well with the guys in the bars.
Sara wanted a small wrap bikini bottom cover-up. One that wasn't long enough to go right round her. We eventually found one in a kids shop. When we wear it, it only just covers our butt and pussy. It's obvious that we have nothing underneath.
An 8 inch mesh skirt. The holes are about a quarter inch and anyone who looks will be able to see everything that is, or isn't, underneath. We both wore it a couple of times when we went out at night. Sara's father liked that one.
A 7 inch pleated, flared hip skirt. This also only just covers our butt and pussy. The guys in the bars liked lifting the front or back of this one.
A couple of net triangles big enough to tie round my waist. I don't know what they call them, my gran used to have something that size and shape and used to call it her shawl. I'll call them shawls for want of a better name. Anyway, the idea Sara had was to wear them as bikini bottom cover-ups; only we didn't have any bikini bottoms.
It was getting later one afternoon when we were wandering round the shops in Ibiza town when we discovered a sex toys shop. As soon as Sara saw it she was straight in.
They have an amazing collection of toys. One thing that Sara spotted looked a bit strange at first. It took a few seconds for us to realise what it was. It was a bit like one of those 'C' strings (a bit like a thong but without the straps). The 'C' strings that we'd seen before were a bit like a 'U' shaped spring, and held in place by the pressure of the 2 uprights.
The 'C' strings in this shop were different. They are more 'L' shaped with a small dildo on the bit that covers your vagina. What keeps them in place is your pussy keeping the dildo in.
Sara loved that idea and bought 2. She also bought another remote controlled vibrating egg.
Every day that we went shopping we would stop for a drink and sometimes an ice cream. We always sat outside facing the people walking by; and always kept our knees open. We usually got at least 1 person each day that realised what they could see. Some of the waiters got an eyeful too.
We went to 3 different beaches. The first was quite near the villa, we could walk there. It's quite popular with teenagers. Sara decided that we'd pretend to be a LOT younger than our 18+ years. We put our hair in pigtails and wore those kids swimming skirts that we'd used at the leisure centre in London; and the see-through bikini tops. When Sara's father saw us he said,
"Bloody hell Sara, what are you 2 wearing? You look like you did when you were 10 or 11. Are you going to gate crash a kid's party at McDonalds?"
We both laughed and Sara said,
"No, Burger King actually."
A soon as we got near the beach we took the tops off leaving just the silly swimming skirts. Sara was a little disappointed when she realised that no-one was taking much notice of us.
When we went for a swim we dumped the skirts and let them float off to wherever; and walked out of the sea naked. Again, no one took much notice of us and Sara was even more disappointed. I guess that we looked too much like little girls.
We sunbathed naked on our towels for a couple of hours. Okay, a few men looked at us for a few seconds, but no one took much notice of us.
As we'd dumped the only clothes that we had to cover our lower halves we had to walk back to the villa naked. I suppose that we could have wrapped our towels round us, but that would have spoilt the fun.
One of the other beaches involved a boat ride from San Antonio harbour. The boat was only about 30 foot long and quite narrow. Most of the deck was taken-up with 4 long bench seats – lengthways; two down the middle (back to back) and the other 2 down the sides of the boat. Each row was facing another. We sat opposite some young men and took pleasure (literally – I came twice) in sitting with our knees apart.
Getting off the boat was fun too. We had to climb up steep steps. We waited until so we could be in front of some other guys.
The beach wasn't that big, but it had plenty of sand. At one end people sunbathed and swam naked. Guess which end we went to.
Sara wanted to walk along the water's edge. I was nervous about there being so many people with swimming costumes and I didn't want to go because we didn't have any bikini bottoms with us. Sara had an answer to that; she'd got the 'C' strings in her bag (I didn't know she had them with her). We hadn't tried them since getting them in the sex shop.
One man looked at us as we stood up holding them, the little dildos on show. You should have seen his face as we pushed the dildos into us and settled the 'C's into place.
It felt strange walking in amongst all those people with a dildo in. We had to stop twice for me to have orgasms. The pressure on my pussy was too much.
We even went back to our things to get some money so that we could get some ice creams.
Okay, we got a couple of funny looks in the shop, after all, the only parts of us that were covered was our pubic bones and pussies.
A bit later we got a bit more daring and went up onto the coastal path and walked for about half a mile. The only clothes that we took with us were our flip-flops. I had an orgasm when 2 men came the other way and stopped and watch us walk by. Sara had to hold my hand and help me walk. They were the only 2 people that we saw.
Another afternoon Sara's father didn't want to use the hire car so Sara and I decided to go for a drive. Sara was a bit nervous at first because it wasn't long since she passed her test; and it was the first time that she'd driven on the 'wrong' side of the road. Anyway, we ended up on the part of the island near the airport where they extract the salt from the sea. We'd just started to think that there was nothing of any interest down there when we saw a beach with quite a few people on it. We found the car park and decided to go for a walk.
Sara was wearing only the ultra-short hip skirt and a see-through bikini top. And I was wearing only the too small bikini bottom cover-up and a see-through bikini top.
The car park was quite quiet, and just as Sara was locking the car I had this crazy idea. I said to Sara,
"Let's leave all our things in the car."
"You mean EVERYTHING!" Sara asked.
"Yeah, let's try and surprise a few people." I said.
Standing beside the car we took off what little clothes we had on and covered ourselves with suntan lotion. Then, wearing only flip-flops, we set off. We walked out of the car park on the same path that we saw others use. It went through a few trees and bushes then arrived at the beach right next to a beach bar.
We turned onto the beach and saw a young woman selling clothes under a big umbrella. They were mainly sarongs and bikinis. As we walked passed her she invited us to have a closer look. She had some really nice things.
Neither Sara nor I had worn a sarong before and the woman offered to show us the different ways that we could wear them. It seemed a bit weird having this woman dressing us while we were both naked, and on a public beach.
Some of the bikinis were more like squares of material held together with bits of string. Anyway, Sara liked some of what she saw and promised to go back later and buy some.
That evening Sara's father told us a bit about Ibiza's history, about the hippies that lived there in the 60s and 70s.
We walked through the clothed part of the beach and on to an area where about 50 people were all naked. Sara commented on how friendly the people on the naked part were compared to the clothed part.
We walked on, occasionally seeing couples on little sandy areas in amongst the rocks. We saw some couples engaging in various sex acts. None seemed bothered that people were walking passed.
Further along the path we came to a part with sand dunes. That part had more men there. Some were obviously gay. Between 2 dunes we saw something that neither of us had seen before; 2 men having sex. Sara and I stopped and watched for a few seconds before moving on. As we walked we talked about gay men. Neither of us can understand why a man could fancy another man when there are so many beautiful women around. We came to the conclusion that neither of us could understand it; but we respect their wishes. Live and let live.
We came to the end of the beach and decided to follow a path through the trees that looked like it ran parallel to the beach. It did, and about 15 minutes later we arrived back at the other side of the car park.
We got some money and towels out of the car and went back to the beach.
Before going to buy some clothes we went to the beach bar to get an ice cream. It was only after we'd been served and sat at a table to eat the ice creams; that we realised that we were the only people there that were naked. A little orgasm hit me.
Sara bought 2 see-through sarongs and we went and sunbathed for a bit before going for a swim.
It was an amazing feeling swimming naked in the warm sea; we wanted to stay there forever. When we eventually came out we realised that we had drifted right along to the other side of the clothed area.
"Sod it!" Sara said, and we walked through the clothed area back to our towels. A few people stared at us, but no one said anything.
We sunbathed for about another hour before deciding to leave. When we got back to the car we decided to leave our clothes off and drive naked. As we drove out of the car park we saw a little shop with about 20 people standing outside at a bus stop. Sara decided that she wanted another ice cream and stopped in the little car park next to the shop.
I picked-up one of the sarongs and started to put it on, but Sara stopped me and told me that we were going to go in like we were - naked.
No one took any notice of us as we went in. The old woman serving muttered something in Spanish as she served us, but that was it. It was a bit different outside. We stood at the side of the car eating the ice cream, in full view of everyone at the bus stop. People started staring at us. I had another orgasm and nearly dropped my ice cream.
The nights out were fun. Sometimes we went to Ibiza town, and sometimes to San Antonio. Ibiza town seemed more sophisticated; there were less drunk people there. Having said that, we had a great time; the bars were lively, and the clubs were great. We hardly wore anything and neither did most of the other girls there.
There's one bar that I remember well, it was crowded, but it seemed the norm for people to grope each other. I saw a young man slide his hand right up a girls skirt first; then we saw others doing it.
It wasn't long before a young man got a wet hand when it went up my skirt. I had my first orgasm of the evening and nearly squashed his hand between my thighs.
Sara didn't want to leave, but after my fourth orgasm I managed to persuade her to move on.
The San Antonio bars were a lot noisier; hundreds of drunk young people. There were lots of police everywhere. The thing was, a lot of the trouble makers spoke German until the police got involved. Then they spoke English to the police. I guess that's part of the reason why young English people get a bad name.
We had a great time there, and didn't spend much money. Young men always seemed to want to buy us drinks. A lot of them thought that if we let them buy us a drink then they had our permission to grope us. Most of the time we did, it was fun; though it was sometimes funny watching a young man's face as I orgasmed all over his hand.
In one crowded bar a couple of young men were hitting on us and the conversation got quite sexy. They were doing their best to get us to go back to their hotel. After refusing for about the tenth time I offered to give the one who was hitting on me a blowjob.
He grinned, grabbed my hand and tried to lead me outside. I refused to budge, knelt down and unzipped him. I gave him a blowjob, right there in the middle of that crowded, noisy bar.
In one of the clubs that we went to we somehow managed to lose out tops. One taxi driver refused to take us home because of that. He was muttering something in Spanish and holding the little cross that was round his neck.
He was the only taxi driver that we had a problem with, most were quite happy when the 2 nearly naked girls climbed into the back of their cars. We saw a few of them adjust their interior mirrors so that they could watch us. Whenever Sara was wearing a low cut top she always bent over to pay them through their door window. Once I gave her exposed butt a slap as she paid a driver.
One night in San Antonio we walked along the side of the harbour. There were people selling jewellery and all sorts of other things. One man was doing a caricature drawing of a girl. He gave her enormous tits. Sara had an idea and asked the man if he'd draw both of us. The thing was, she asked him if he'd draw us while we were naked. I tried to tell her that she shouldn't strip off there but she wouldn't listen.
When the man was ready she quickly took her top and skirt off leaving her naked. I didn't have much choice; I stripped too. We stood there naked for about 15 minutes with Sara having an arm round my shoulder and pretending to kiss my cheek.
We gathered a small audience, but fortunately, no police.
The drawing looked good. He'd drawn Sara's mouth looking like she was about to eat my head, and both our pussies were gaping open. We both had huge breasts that hung down to our stomachs; but you could recognise our faces.
Another night we ended up in a bar that was having a wet T-shirt competition. I'd already told Sara about the wet T-shirt competition that I'd entered in Tenerife, and she wanted me to have the same fun again.
We had a bit of a problem getting the organiser to let us take part; he had some doubts about our age. It didn't help that he had our hair in pigtails.
We managed to convince him that we were old enough and we joined the other girls in a back room. There were 4 other girls there, all with breasts a lot bigger than ours. Two of the girls were standing around in just their knickers while the other 2 were naked. We stripped while I wondered why no one had a T-shirt on.
I soon realised why, when the organiser came in holding a pile of T-shirts. No one seemed bothered that there was a man in the room with 4 naked girls and 2 wearing just their knickers.
As he handed the T-shirts out he told us that there would be 2 rounds. During the first he told us we had to introduce ourselves, get wet, and then dance for a few minutes. He told us that we had to leave the T-shirts on but we could rip them at the top to show our breasts.
During the seconds round we were told that we could do whatever we wanted.
He then gave us all a number. Sara was 4 and I was 6 (last).
The competition soon started and it wasn't long before it was Sara's turn. She came back with her T-shirt ripped down to her waist, her tits on display, and a big grin on her face. She told me that she couldn't wait for the second round.
When it was my turn, everything went well until I ripped my T-shirt. As soon as my little tits were exposed I had a little orgasm. I managed to hide it and came off the stage quite pleased with myself.
The second round was more fun. The first 3 girls came back completely naked. One looked embarrassed, but the other 2 had grins on their faces. When Sara came back I quickly asked her what she'd done. She told me that she'd quickly ripped the T-shirt right off and then danced naked while playing with her tits and pussy. She said that she's ended by standing at the front of the stage with her legs wide apart and finger fucking herself.
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