Chapter 1: I Settle into my Apartment

I hated having to come back to England, I’d had a totally awesome year on daddy’s yacht but I knew that I had to move on, to a more serious life.

Pau loaded his car with all my belonging and drove me to Ibiza airport where I met daddy’s jet. It flew me to Bristol airport where daddy’s driver, James, was waiting to take me and my belongings to the apartment that daddy had rented for me to spend the next 3 years in. Before going to Ibiza James had taught me some of the finer points of sex and, in a small way, he is responsible for my passion for nudity and exhibitionism.

I’d left all the details of getting me some accommodation to daddy, well his staff, so I was ‘flying blind’ as the car pulled up at the multi-story block of apartments.

It is quite modern looking, quite close to the centre of town, the university and has a parking garage underneath to which James obviously had the means to open the gate.

When I went into the reception area I was met by a middle-aged man, the concierge, Charles, who explained that he provided all the residents with security and any other needs that they may have. Whilst James carried all my belonging in I asked Charles how many residents there were in the block and was told that there were another 7, 2 apartments on each of the 4 stories above the ground floor that housed a shared lounge, a little workout room, sauna, shower, and a small swimming pool. Charles told me not to worry about the big windows in the walls near the swimming pool because they were covered in a one-way film. From inside you could see out but from the outside all you could see was a big mirror.

Charles also told me that the other 7 residents were all starting their first year at the University so all are around my age. He didn’t say it, but all 7 must have wealthy parents otherwise they wouldn’t be there. I just hoped that some of the guys would be cute and that none of the girls would be snooty like some of the girls at school who had rich parents.

Charles asked me for my phone and within seconds he had installed an app that he showed me how to use to open both the building front door, the parking garage and my apartment. Then he led me to the lift saying that he’d bring my luggage up later.

The lift stopped on the third floor and turning right I saw the door to the apartment where I would spend most of the next 3 years.

I used the app to open the door and we walked in. I smiled as I mentally compared the spacious apartment to the size of the interior of the yacht where I had spent most of the previous year.

Charles left and I decided to have a wander round to get to know the place, but before I did that I took my dress off leaving me naked, having been restricted by clothes for the last 5 hours.

The place is huge compared to what I later discovered most student accommodation is, a large lounge area with white leather sofa and oak table and chairs, a massive flat screen TV on the wall and an oak coffee table that had a laptop on it. When I lifted the lid I saw a piece of paper with username and password for me on it.

“Good old daddy.” I thought.

There was also a little booklet, presumably from Charles, that contained all sorts of information about both the building and the university that he thought I might need. I smiled when I saw the contact details of an escort agency and wondered who, in that building, would need something like that. Surely they could go to Charles to get absolutely anything that they wanted. I was already planning to ask Charles where I could find a strip club where I could go to show-off my cute little body.

In 1 corner of the lounge is a kitchen area with more appliances and equipment than I would ever use. When I opened the fridge I saw that it was fully stocked with enough food to last me a month. I smiled as I wondered how much of the fresh food I would have to throw out as I definitely wasn’t planning to cook a lot of meals.

On the other side of the lounge is 2 doors which I suspected I would never close, one leading to a bathroom with a huge walk-in shower. The other door led to the bedroom with a bed big enough to sleep 4 or 5 people. There were pink, silk sheets on it.

When I opened the wardrobes I saw a large selection of clothes and shoes for all occasions and weather, and a note from Celeste, daddy’s seamstress, telling me to phone her if she had over-looked anything. Celeste really does know what sort of clothes I like and has made just about everything that I have worn since I left school.

Then there was the windows, large ones in both the lounge and the bedroom. I looked out and saw an office block and what looked like a student accommodation block. Between them I could see across the city. Both windows had blinds and curtains but I could never see me closing them.

I looked across to the office block and could see people working. In the student accommodation I could see a topless girl in 1 room and a naked man with an erection in another. If I could see them, then they could see me, I smiled and decided that I’d setup my sybian in front of the lounge window.

I got myself a drink and sat on the couch looking out of the window, playing with my pussy and thinking that the place had potential.

The effects of the O-Shot were still working well and I was just recovering from my second strong orgasm when my phone rang. I answered the facetime call from my father who was calling to welcome me back to England and to ask me what I thought of the apartment.

I gave him a quick video tour, making sure to linger at each mirror so that he could see that I was naked. When I showed him the view out of my lounge window he smiled and said that he hoped that I could get the voyeurs that I wanted. I love my daddy.

I was feeling good so I decided to go for a walk to look at the facilities in the building before settling in and getting myself something to eat. There would not be any more walking over to the café totally naked to get Manuel to get me some food.

Reluctantly, I went to the wardrobes and got out an ultra short skirt and see-through top, put them on, grabbed my phone and left the apartment. I decided to walk down the stairs to the ground floor and easily found the shared lounge, workout room, sauna and swimming pool. The workout room had 5 machines in it and a few mats for floor exercises. It reminded me of the workout room that I went to in Ibiza town but without the audience.

There was no one in any of the facilities and the sauna was switched off so I decided to go for a quick swim to see what the water was like, hoping that it would be as warm as the sea around Ibiza.

I guessed that the other occupant of the apartments were either registering at the university, hadn’t arrived yet or were settling in to their apartments.

I took the skirt, top and shoes off and dived in. It wasn’t quite as warm as the sea around Ibiza but it was pleasant enough for me to know that I’d be back there quite soon.

Just as I was getting out Charles walked in, looked at me and smiled.

“Charles,” I said, “I’m not breaking any building rules am I?”

“No madam, just so long as no damage is done you can do almost anything that you like. May I get you a towel?”

“Good to know Charles, and please, it’s Georgia, and yes, a towel would be nice, England isn’t as warm as Ibiza.”

“You’ve been living in Ibiza Georgia?”

“Only for the last year, I took a gap year after finishing at school.”

“Very nice Georgia.”

“Where is everyone? Am I the only resident here?”

“Three have moved in but they are all out at the moment, the other 4 are due to arrive later today or tomorrow.”

Just then Charles’s phone beeped and he looked at it.

“Ah, Mr. Stoddard is back, he’s just let himself in. Oh, as an extra level of security, a presence detector in reception activates a camera whenever the outside doors are opened and the video stream is sent to my phone.”

“The security here sounds good Charles.”

“Looking after the residents is what I get paid for and I like to do my best.”

“Well thank you Charles, I’m sure that I will feel safe here.”

“I have taken all your belonging up to your apartment Georgia.”

“Thank you Charles.”

By then I’d used the towel to dry myself and handed it back to Charles’s waiting hand. Instead of putting my clothes on I just picked them and my phone up and left the pool area. I headed for the stairs and went up to my floor. As I left the stairwell I heard the lift ping and the doors opened. A slightly shocked Mr. Stoddard (presumably) stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the naked me.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise.” Mr. Stoddard said.

“Hi, I’m Georgia, just moved into that apartment and decided to go for a quick swim.”

“Well Georgia, I’m Ben Stoddard and I guess that we are now neighbours, I live in the other apartment on this floor. Can I interest you in a welcoming drink?”

“You can, your place or mine?”

“Well I invited you so it should really be my place. You can get dressed in my bathroom if you like.”

“Thank you, but you’ve already seen me naked so I can’t see the point of putting my clothes back on just to take them off again when I get back to my apartment.”

“You like being naked in your apartment do you, I’ll have to come and borrow a cup of sugar sometime.”

“I don’t even know if I’ve got any sugar yet, I only had a quick look around the kitchen area when I arrived a couple of hours ago.”

By that time, Ben had opened his door and was holding it open for me.

“Wow, this place looks identical to mine, except that I bet that you haven’t got pink silk sheets on your bed.”

“Blue actually.” Ben replied as he went over to his fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine.

“This okay?” He asked.

We sat on the sofa talking about the things that you would expect new student building mates to talk about, and after about 15 minutes Ben asked me if I was embarrassed about being naked with a man who I’d only met a few minutes ago.

“Not at all, I’ve just spent a year in Ibiza where most girls wear very little all the time and I was the only person on daddy’s yacht most of the time and I spent a lot of time at the nude beaches.”

“Well we haven’t got a beach here but we do have a swimming pool, maybe you could go skinny dipping.”

“Already have, and I plan to go again quite often.”

“Maybe you could join me Ben.”

“Maybe.”

The conversation changed to my gap year in Ibiza and some of the less adventurous things that I’d done.

“So daddy’s rich then is he?” Ben asked.

“Yes, and I guess that your daddy is rich as well, your average student couldn’t afford to live here.”

“Do you know what it costs to rent these apartments?”

“Not a clue, daddy takes care of it. So how much does it cost?”

“Not a clue, daddy takes care of it.” Ben replied and we both laughed.

We talked some more then I told Ben that Charles had told me that the other residents should all be here later that day or tomorrow.

“Good, let’s arrange a party for Saturday night, downstairs in the lounge.”

“I’m up for that.” I replied.

“Right, sorted,” Ben replied and picked up his phone and called Charles to tell him.

“Would you like me to tell the other residents and get some snacks and drinks in sir?”

“Thank you Charles, that would be good.”

Ben terminated the call then I said,

“Do you really let Charles call you sir? I told him to call me Georgia.”

“I guess that it is a bit snobbish, we had a butler called Charles but you’re right, I’ll put him straight the next time that I see him.”

“At school there was a few girls that had rich parents and they were so snobbish that they got ignored most of the time. I hope that the other residents aren’t like that.” I said.

“Me too, but if one of them is we’ll gang up on them and put them straight.”

“That could be fun if it’s a girl, you guys could rape her over and over until she breaks and turns into a nymphomaniac.”

“Wow Georgia, is that what happened to you?”

“No, it just comes naturally to me.”

“So how long will it be before you rape me?”

“I don’t think that it could be called rape, do you?”

“No, you’re right there.”

Part of me wanted to jump on Ben right there and then but I had things to do so I reluctantly got up and told Ben that I was leaving. I walked out, deliberately leaving my skirt and top in Ben’s apartment.

I looked at the couple of trunks and cases and wondered how I’d accumulated so much living on a yacht in Ibiza harbour and wearing nothing for 95 percent of the time. I got stuck in and soon had everything where I wanted it. The last thing that I unboxed was my sybian. I took it over to the window, put it down where I wanted it, then cursed because the power lead wasn’t long enough and it had the wrong type of plug on it. I picked up my phone and called Charles.

Ten minutes later Charles knocked on my door. When I opened it he was holding a lead and adaptor. When he saw what I wanted it for he smiled but said nothing, even when he switched it on to check that everything was working. He watched the dildo vibrate and go round in a little circle a couple of times then switched it off.

“There you are Georgia, you can enjoy yourself now. Shall I take the trunks and cases down to the storage room for you?”

“Good idea, I won’t be needing them for 3 years so thank you.”

It took him 2 trips to take them all down and when he came back for the second lot I was riding the sybian with my back to him. I heard him but only saw his reflection in the window as an orgasm got close to arriving.

One long, strong orgasm later, I switched the sybian off and got to my feet and scanned the 2 big buildings in front of me. Unfortunately I couldn’t see anyone looking my way.

I went to the kitchen area, got a drink and something to eat and went and sat on the sofa and opened the laptop. I’d seen a WhatsApp group’s details in Charles’ information pack so I logged on and was pleased to see photographs and Bio’s of all 8 residents in the block. I looked at mine and wondered who had set it up and where they had got the photograph from. It was of me in my long, black, favourite formal dress. Studying it I realised 2 things, firstly it looked only slightly see-through and secondly, it was taken at the hotel where I first wore it. I couldn’t remember seeing anyone take that photo.

The Bio was brief and I suppose accurate, but not very informative. I decided that I’d have to change that sometime.

Then I started looking at the other residents photos and information. I was pleased to see that all 7 couldn’t be called fat or ugly and all said that they were fun loving.

“A good start.” I thought.

I posted a welcome message and added details of the welcome party on the Saturday.

After that I decided to search for some new sex toys, it was going to be much easier getting them now that I was back in England.

I found a remote controlled vibrator that the write-up said was waterproof and could be controlled from a phone, and over the internet. Using daddy’s black amex card I ordered 1 and a backup 1, I didn’t want to be without if 1 failed.

The Wi-Fi signal was so good in the apartment that I explored a few websites and found one cam-girl’s site where girls were using a vibrator like the ones that I’d just ordered and I took a break from shopping to bring myself off, again, to the thoughts of some dirty old man at the other side of the world controlling it and making me cum, whilst watching me on their computers. I bookmarked the site as I thought about creating an account and becoming a cam-girl.

The other thing about the vibrators that I’d ordered is that they have external evidence, a flexible, purple antenna, sticking out of your vagina. Wearing my ultra short skirts people would be able to see the antenna hanging down. That appealed to me.

I also ordered a few other items, most with next day delivery.

Some of the items were for girls who had their nipples pierced. Mine aren’t pierced but I’d thought about getting them done for a while and I planned on asking Charles where a good pace would be to get them done.

It was dark outside by the time that I stopped using the computer so I had a good look around outside and saw that the office building was about deserted but quite a few students had turned their light on but not bothered to close their curtains. I could see 4 or 5 of them, girls and boys, in various states of undress, 1 girl totally naked on her bed with legs spread and a hand very busy at her crotch.

I smiled and decided to leave my curtains open all the time, and the light on whenever I was home, giving anyone who cared to look over to my apartment a sort of reality show as I go about my life at home. I decided to do the same in my bedroom and sleep, naked, on top of my bed so that they could watch me as I slept.

I found the thermostat for the apartment and turned it up a few degrees.

I knew that I had to go to the university in the morning to register for my course, and to sort a few other things, so I got out the envelope that James had given me and checked all the details. Yes, James was right, and from a look at the list I reckoned that I’d be there for a few hours.

Then I looked at the weather forecast on my laptop and was happy to see that it was going to be a warm, dry day. I went and looked through the wardrobes for something to wear and decided on a lightweight, very short skater skirt and a tank top. The top should show-off my nipples quite well and the skirt should give lots of flashes of what was under it, especially as it forecast light breeze.

Then I had a shower and went to bed.

I woke up with a wet pussy and my right hand cupping it. I had never had found out if I masturbate in my sleep and decided that I’d order a motion activated webcam for the bottom of my bed and link it to some software on my laptop that would record the video only when the camera was activated. I was going to get an answer to my question once and for all.

Then I turned my head and looked out of the window. Dozens of people were at work in the office block and quite a few student’s room had activity in them. I saw 1 young man staring out of his window but I didn’t think that he was looking my way.

I had this silly idea of getting some flashing strobe lights to attract people’s attention but quickly thought that that was going a little too far, I was sure that I’d find plenty of opportunities to be seen naked, maybe find a club like the one in Ibiza where I could strip and make myself cum for the customers.

I showered, put a little make-up on, had some coffee then put on the clothes that I’d got out the night before. I was pleased to see that the skirt was as short and floaty as I had hoped. I did a couple of twirls in front of the mirror and was pleased to get a flash of my slit and butt.

“Good old Celeste.” I thought.

Then, to finish off my outfit for the day, I dug out my vibrating egg, put fresh batteries in it, set on ‘rapid random’, and pushed it into my wet vagina. I’d thought about adding random Electric shocks but decided against that on my first day.

Checking myself in the mirror again, I picked up my phone and bag and left my apartment.

“Good morning Charles.” I said when I got down to reception.

“Good morning Georgia. It’s a lovely day out, a little breezy perhaps but otherwise very pleasant. Do you have everything in your apartment that you need? Is there anything that I can get for you?”

“Ah yes, now that you mention it, can you get me some AA and AAA batteries, I’m nearly out of them. Can I settle up with you when I get back?”

“No need Georgia, I’ll just add them to your account and whoever pays that will pay me for them.”

“That would be my father’s company. I’m told that the accounts department is quite efficient.”

“They have been so far; well have a good day Georgia.”

“Thank you Charles.”

I quickly discovered that the breeze in England isn’t as warm as the breeze in Ibiza, but it wasn’t cold, and it tickled my wet pussy perhaps even more that a warmer Mediterranean breeze. As I looked at my phone to check which way I had to go I noticed my skirt flying up a couple of times but I did nothing about it and around 10 minutes later I was walking into the main entrance of the university.

I stood there looking around and trying to workout where to go when an older, male student in a yellow T shirt came over to me and asked me if I was a freshman. When I said that I was he told me to relax and that the place wasn’t as intimidating as it looked.

He was nice and had a friendly voice so I guess that I did relax a little, but not my protruding nipples, and he was looking at them. I smiled at him and he smiled back then he started to explain what I had to do on my first day there and he offered to show me where I had to go.

“Thank you, that would be nice, this place is quite big.”

“Yes, but you’ll soon feel at home here. By the way, I like your outfit, you look good in it.”

“Thank you.” I replied just as the egg burst into life making me shudder.

“Are you okay Georgia?” He said as I picked up the sticker with my name on it.

“Yes thank you, nothing to worry about. Where to now?”

“One of these tables along here, it depends upon which course you are on.”

I told him then he took me to the right table then left me telling me that the man sat at the table would explain what I had to do next. Just before he walked away he said that he hoped to see me around. I smiled and turned to the man at the table who’s eyes were glued to my chest.

“Err yes young lady, what is your course and name please?”

I smiled at him then told him.

For the next couple of hours I was shunted from 1 place to another, filling in forms and answering all sorts of questions, a couple of which I had to phone daddy to get the answers to.

Then I was sent to a place that was obviously the student’s union where they handed out goodies and tried to get me to sign-up for a variety of optional things including parties and music gigs that didn’t sound very exciting. I passed on everything that was offered then decided that I needed to find a quiet place to go through everything that I had done so far and what I still needed to do.

I decided that I wouldn’t find a quiet place anywhere around there so I headed out and to a coffee shop that I’d passed on the way there. On the way out my egg reminded me that it was still there, then the breeze outside reminded me that my skirt was ultra short and that my pussy wasn’t covered.

In the coffee shop I ordered a cappuccino and a muffin and went and went to a table and chair where I could look out of the big glass window.