Chapter 2: Still Settling In

The next morning I woke alone on my back on my bed, my right hand on my wet pussy.

“I really must get a motion activated camera and stick it between my legs when I go to bed.” I thought as I lay there for a few minutes trying to decide if my head hurt or not.

It didn’t and I got up and went to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and ready for the day. I put some coffee on and started making a mental list of what I had to do that day. It was a Friday and the list wasn’t very long. I had to go to the university to check on a couple of things, check out my delivery and maybe try out a thing or two, and that was about it. I decided that I’d go for a walk to get familiar with a few places.

I smiled as I wondered if it would be breezy again. Whatever, I was definitely going to wear a lightweight skirt and with a bit of luck put a smile on a few faces.

I ripped open my delivery and saw that everything was there, except the electric shock dildo, but I didn’t expect it to arrive quite so soon, and it would be from a different supplier.

One of the things that I had ordered was some bigger Ben Wa balls. I was getting too used to the original pair clinking inside me and wanted the clinking to be harder and louder and cause more vibrations inside me. The only drawback being that they would take more effort to keep them in. But that was a challenge that I looked forward to. I took them out of the wrapping and pushed them up my vagina, flinching at the cold invasion.

As I wandered around the apartment I realised that I was putting on a sort of reality show for anyone who cared to watch. I wondered if Charles’ cameras were accessible from outside the building’s network. I wondered how I could find a hacker and get them to hack in and connect the cameras to some voyeur’s website.

Then I remembered that my new remote controlled vibrator could do just that if I could get the app onto my laptop. A task for later I decided.

Bathroom, dressed, then to the university was my plan and that’s what I did. I chose another ultra short skirt, tank top and heels. To make it a bit for fun I dug out my pink dog collar and put that on as well. Oh, and I left the Ben Wa balls inside me. I didn’t want to be cumming all the time so my egg and new vibe were out of the question but the balls would keep me ‘simmering’ all the time that I walked around.

When I got down to reception I saw a girl talking to Charles. He introduced Riley Woolley to me and he asked if I was going to the university. When I said that I was she asked me if I could show her where to go to register.

I smiled and said that we could walk together.

As soon as I was outside I was reminded that England isn’t as warm as Ibiza. Okay it wasn’t cold but my pussy could tell the difference between the warm Ibiza air tickling it and the cooler English air. The cooler English air was having a greater arousing effect.

As we walked we talked, the usual stuff, and I saw that Riley is another slimish, blond girl with, probably, large ‘A’ or ‘B’ cup tits. She didn’t sound snobbish about her parents wealth but she gave me the impression that she might be a little shy and prudish, and possibly a bit thick, it was the way that she looked at my short skirt and protruding nipples that made me wonder.

I was a little disappointed that the breeze had gone but I knew that the back of the skirt would be bouncing up and maybe giving people a quick flash.

Anyway, I left Riley at the appropriate table talking to whatever the young woman was called, and went and checked where and when I had to be on the Monday.

All the time I kept thinking about the bigger metal balls inside me and squeezing my muscles trying to get them further inside me therefore less chance of them falling out.

The student’s union was there again, pouncing on all newbies and trying to convince them to go to the parties and gigs but I wasn’t interested apart from wandering around the tables advertising the different university clubs looking for a pole dancing club. I didn’t find one, but I did notice a few guy’s looking at my legs and chest. I smiled to myself each time that I saw one.

When I left the university I saw the coffee shop that I’d been in the previous day and thought about the unknowing flashing that I’d done. I decided that today it was going to be very deliberate flashing.

I was lucky in that the same table was free and I sat in the same place and position, perched on the front of the chair and knees apart. Like the previous time, I couldn’t see my slit but I was sure that anyone passing outside would be able to.

I got my phone out and started downloading and setting up a few apps that I knew that I would need in England that were useless in Ibiza, totally oblivious to anyone outside who may, or may not, have been looking up my legs.

I think that I saw in my peripheral vision, 1 young man looking but I didn’t properly look up. I was too busy on my phone. I looked at the WhatsApp group and saw that Roxy had posted a message to say that she’d met some of the residents and that she’d had a great night out with 3 of them.

I smiled, agreeing with her that it was a great night.

Coffee finished, I used my phone to work out how far it was to what is probably the largest shopping centre in Bristol and decided that it was too far for me to walk in the shoes that I was wearing so I used Uber to book a taxi.

Whilst waiting for it I did look out of the window, willing the young men who were passing to look over to me. Unfortunately, my taxi arrived quickly and I got up and went out to it.

The back seat of the car was cold on my bare butt and if I hadn’t of been sat behind the driver he would have been able to see me idly rubbing my pussy for all of the short journey.

The shopping centre was big, but not that big, the glass in parts of the roof letting the sun in giving it a bigger effect.

Of course I’d been up escalators before and never even thought about people looking up the back of my skirt because in those days I always wore skirts to the knee, and in Ibiza I never went into a store that had an escalator.

I think that it was on my second trip up an escalator that I heard a couple of young men discussing whether or not the girl in front of them was wearing any knickers that I realised that it was me that they were talking about. I’m so used to wearing micro skirts and no knickers that I usually just don’t think about it.

When I realised that they were looking up my skirt I immediately spread my feet a bit more and started clenching my pussy muscles. That moved the steel balls inside me about a lot more, raising my arousal level more.

“Fucking hell,” I heard a male voice say, “can you see what she’s doing Andy.”

I smiled to myself and kept doing it until I stepped off the escalator at the top. As I walked away I made my butt sway from side to side which in turn made my skirt dance around a bit, giving flashes of my bare butt cheeks.

I had to stop for a minute to remember what it was that I was looking to buy.

As I wandered around, looking in more shops than necessary, I went up and down escalators a lot more times than was necessary to find the shops that needed to stock up on the very few items of make-up that I use. I had rarely worn any make-up in Ibiza but had decided to enhance the look of my eyes and lips now that I was back in England.

I came across another big chain coffee shop and decided to have a coffee and a bite to eat. This shop had a few tables outside at the side of the walkway, like many in Ibiza do, and I timed it right and got a table outside. Sitting lazily again, like I did outside the cafes in Ibiza, giving a few people walking by a pleasant surprise, all accidental of course.

Shopping, and a bit of flashing, done, I walked to the main entrance, using my phone to call a taxi.

Back at my apartment I decided to try out my new remote controlled vibrator again. I squeezing my steel balls out and replaced them with my new vibe and after driving myself crazy, and a couple of orgasms, I decided to sign-up for one of the cam-girl websites. It was relatively easy and I was soon waiting for someone, somewhere, to spend a few tokens to watch me and control the vibrator inside me.

I was half expecting to have to wait until the evening but it wasn’t long before someone with the username of ‘aussieguy’ was controlling the vibrator and sending me crazy. A small part of me wanted to stop it and return to normal, but I just couldn’t, I WANTED more. And for the next 20 minutes or so my insides were bouncing around and giving me 3 orgasms.

When ‘aussieguy’ logged off so did I, and I pulled the vibrator out of me. I needed a rest.

But after a drink of water and a short rest I was still feeling horny. Then I got the idea of going down and using the workout room. I had visions of me in the workout room in Ibiza with all those people watching me stretch my legs wide apart and cumming in front of them.

I knew that I would probably be the only person in the workout room below me but I could still imagine that there were other people there watching me. And I couldn’t think of any reason why I couldn’t exercise naked, 3 out of the 7 other residents had already see me naked and I was 100 percent sure that sometime in the near future the other 4 would have the same pleasure. And I couldn’t think of any reason why I couldn’t exercise with my egg inside me.

I slid it home then set it to random rapid bursts, and just to make it more exciting, I added random electric shocks.

Satisfied that I was ready, I picked up a towel and my phone and headed for the stairs.

There was no one in the little workout room so I put my phone, and towel in one corner and went to the nearest of the 5 machines. As I started pushing up with my arms I decided that I would have to make visits to the workout room a regular feature of my life. I wanted to keep fit and keep my body the way it was, no fat anywhere.

As I looked down at my naked body I realised that my golden tan was going to disappear, I wasn’t happy, I liked having a tan. Anyway, as I kept pushing up I decided that I’d try, no, would come down there every other day. An increasing number of reps with a slowly increasing resistance on each machine in turn; followed by a lot of stretching exercises on the mats. I’d try to repeat the exercises that I’d done in the workout room in Ibiza.

I was disappointed that there wasn’t one of those machines that forces your legs wide apart then you have to squeeze them together, but there again, there was no one to stare at my pussy whilst I was doing that.

The egg kept interrupting my rhythm, but I wasn’t complaining.

The fifth, and last machine was an exercise cycle and I could visualise the first time that I went on the one in the workout room in Ibiza. I could still see Pedro adjusting the height of the saddle and his face as I slid to my first orgasm on that bike.

Just as I bent to see how to adjust the saddle height the egg burst into life and I nearly banged my head on the saddle. As my body got used to the vibration and the pleasure that they were giving me, I managed to loosen the saddle and raise it, then tighten the lever.

Taking a deep breath and stupidly wanting the egg to give me a break, I climbed on and instantly felt the weight of my body pressing my clit onto the saddle. My clit was going to get a good workout as well.

I sighed then just sat there waiting for the egg to either make me cum or give me a break. It was the former, and when I was able I started pedalling, me having to slide from side to side to keep my feet in the pedals.

My whole pussy was still sensitive from the recent orgasm and it didn’t take long for me to cum again.

“Thank you O-Shot.” I thought, and “thank you daddy” for paying for it, although he probably wouldn’t have realised it.

After my third orgasm I decided that that was enough of that for 1 day, If I was going to increase the reps each time I was there I’d increase the number or orgasm each time as well. I giggled at the thought of me nearly 3 years in the future and pedalling to achieve over 100 orgasms.

“That would be nice.” I thought, then realised that my poor little body would probably give up long before I reached that quantity.

I climbed off the bike and decided that the next time that I went there I’d try to remember to bring a bottle of water.

I lay on the mats for a while getting my breath back and trying to remember the sequence that I’d done the stretching exercises, but gave up after the third one and hoped that it would come back to me when I got started.

I smiled as I visualised the men in the workout room in Ibiza watching me as I spread my legs and stretched my muscles in so many different ways.

Anyway, I started and was pleased that things were coming back to me as I went. Although I did collapse into a heap on the floor when I was doing a handstand and my egg decided to give me a quick electric shock, but it was just a quick one and I was soon able to get on and finish all the exercises.

Pleased with myself, but unhappy that no one had watched me, I went out of the workout room and saw the pool.

“Shall I?” I asked myself before putting my towel and phone down and diving in.

It was refreshing after building up a sweat in the workout room but I surfaced and swam to the other end. Then I remembered what Roxy had said about the water inlet pipe so I started slowly working my way round the side of the pool.

“Woah there.” I said as my hand got pummelled and pushed towards the centre of the pool.

I moved my hand back and felt the water pressure as it was forced into the pool. Satisfied that it wouldn’t cause me any injury, I moved my body a little further and felt the water pummelling my little tits.

“That will give the muscles in there a decent workout.” I thought.

Then tried to think of how I could get that jet of water to pound my pussy. The answer quickly came to me but would it work, would the pressure force my body away from it? There was only one way to find out and I held onto the side railing next to the jet, swung first one then the other foot up onto the pool side. Then I adjusted the distance that my heels were from the edge so that my pussy was at the same level as the jet, then started shuffling sideways.

The jet of water hit the back of my leg and nearly forced me to loose grip of the side rail but I hung on and shuffled again.

“Wow! Fucking hell! That beats a shower head every time.” I thought as my pussy started to react to the pummelling of the water on it.

I didn’t last long before I orgasmed again, and again, before loosing my grip on the hand rail and the water forced my body towards the centre of the pool, dragging my heels until my legs dropped into the water.

I tread water until my body was back to normal, only for the egg to remind me where it was.

“Your coming out before I do that again.” I thought as I slowly kicked backwards until I got to the other side of the pool.

“Yes, every other day.” I said to myself as I climbed out of the pool and walked to the sauna hoping to relax in there for a few minutes.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t switched on, so I wrapped the towel around me and headed to reception to ask Charles if it could be switched on, guessing that it would take a few hours for it to get up to temperature.

Charles was sat at his desk when I walked in and after greetings I asked him when the sauna would get switched on.

“Whenever you like Georgia, I was just waiting for the first person to ask.”

“Good, I’m planning on having a workout every other day and it would be nice to finish with a relaxing sauna.”

“As you wish Georgia, was the pool temperature to your liking?”

“Satisfactory.”

“And the machines in the workout room, or would you like me to get a different machine? I could move some of the mats but that might limit your stretching exercises.”

I thought about asking him to get one of those leg opening machines but decided against it. If I was going to be there without an audience what was the point.

“No Charles, I’m happy with things as they are.”

I left it at that and headed to the lift. As the doors opened and I walked in, two things struck me. Firstly, why the hell had I wrapped the towel around me, it wasn’t as if Charles hadn’t seen me naked before; and secondly, how did he know that I’d been using the workout room and the pool? There must be some concealed security cameras in those rooms.

As I stood there I decided that I definitely would ask around for a computer nerd who could hack into the buildings network and find all the cameras. I smiled at the thought of watching the guys wanking, thinking that they were all alone. Maybe they’d got a nerd as well and they were watching the nude me watching them.

That would be funny, 8 young people all watching each other, supposedly without the others knowing that they were being watched.

Anyway, the towel was off and over my arm before the lift stopped and I walked to my door totally naked. I left the door unlocked just in case Ben decided that he wanted to fuck me. It’s nice having a friend with benefits, maybe I could have the same arrangement with all 4 guys in the building, assuming that the other 2 aren’t fat or ugly. I could tell them that if they want to fuck me to just come to my apartment. If the door is unlocked it’s your lucky day. If the door is locked then someone else had beaten you to it, or should I say beaten you to my pussy. If I wanted to be on my own then I could just lock the door myself.

That sort of arrangement could work for me and I decided to tell Ben and Matt. I’d consider adding the other 2 guys after I’d met them, hopefully at the party the next day.

I’d got a few things that I wanted to do, including getting something to eat so I switched all the light on to announce the resumption of the reality show for anyone who cared to watch from the office block and the student accommodation block and got on with my tasks.

One of my tasks was to search for a motion detecting, wireless webcam and app so that I could stick the camera between my legs when I go to sleep. I wanted to know if I played with my pussy when I’m asleep.

I found what I wanted, the camera boasting high resolution. I didn’t need one that had night vision because I leave the lights on just in case someone looks over and sees me, and more if I do jilloff whilst I’m asleep. F.YI. I keep the thermostat set high enough so that I can sleep on top of my bed without any covers.

The next morning, Saturday, I woke up to glorious sunshine streaming in through the window. For a split second I thought that I was still in Ibiza, then reality struck.

“Get real Georgia.” I said to myself then thought that life in the apartment wasn’t that bad. Not as good as in Ibiza, but not that bad.

I got off my bed and stood in front of the window yawning and stretching. As I looked over to the office block I only saw a handful of people spread over the different floors. The students block had a few more people visible. The same naked girl, probably, was walking around her tiny room doing things and looking up I was a little surprised to see a naked girl pressed, face first, against her window and a man’s head beside hers. She was going up and down to what I guessed was the man fucking her from behind.

“That’s a great way to start the day.” I thought. Then looked sideways and saw a naked man walking around his tiny room.

“Hmm, that’s better.” I thought as I watched him, hoping that he’d get a boner.”

Then finally, I saw a bright flash of light. I looked towards the source and saw a telescope.

“At last, someone looking at me.” I thought then I started massaging my right tit with my left hand and my right had moved to my pussy.

I kept going until I had my first orgasm of the day and hoped that head behind the telescope got a good look.

Then it was time to get on with the few tasks that I had to do, but first it was bathroom time.

Feeling very refreshed I walked back to the window wondering if the man (presumably) was still there. The telescope was still these but I couldn’t see anyone. A quick scan of the building revealed no voyeurs so I started to think about what I had to do that day. It was Saturday so the party was that evening so the evening was taken care of but I had nothing that I had to get done before then.

The sky was blue and the sun was bright and I wondered if it was warm enough to do some sunbathing, I was missing laying out on the deck of the boat or better still, a lovely beach. No chance of that until next summer and I hadn’t a clue where the nearest beach was. Then I had an idea, the roof of the apartment building was flat, would it be possible to get up there and lay out in the sun? Would the air temperature be conducive to sunbathing?

I opened one of the smaller windows and was pleased when cold air didn’t come rushing in. That made up my mind to check it out further so I grabbed my phone and headed to the stairs wondering if I’d meet any more of the residents and if they’d be shocked to see a naked girl.

I didn’t see anyone and I found the door to go up to the roof. It had one of those locks on it that can only be opened from the inside.

Deciding that I needed something to stop the door from locking itself when I was on the roof. There was nothing in the corridor so I held the door open and looked outside. Again, cold air didn’t rush in so I wanted to sunbathe out there.

Thinking for few seconds I turned and headed back to my apartment where I collected the things that I would need, plus an extra towel to leave between the door and the door jamb.

Back on the roof I took some deep breaths and looked around. I saw the office block and the students block. They were the only real buildings that were taller than the apartment block so I picked spot facing the students block, spread my towel and lay down.

It took longer than in Ibiza but I eventually felt that warm feeling as the sun heated my body. After a few minutes I picked up my phone and started browsing, checking the WhatsApp group and other social media. I’m not a big fan of social media but it does have its uses.

Then I went to the cam-girl’s site to get a quick look at the other girls to see what they were wearing and doing, I’d hate to miss out on something. There were quite a few girls active at that moment and I watched them for a few seconds each to see if I could learn anything.

I didn’t, but it did make me get a little horny and my phone was soon beside me and my hands became busy with personal things.

As my orgasm started to fade I looked over to the students block and wondered if any of them were watching me. I also regretted not bringing one, or both of my remote controlled vibrators up to the roof with me.

I relaxed and before I realised it, I was waking up.

I got up onto my elbows and looked around. In the students accommodation I could see a guy with his head and shoulders out of his window and a camera in his hands. I smiled then waved at him and he waved back so I got to my feet and did a few stupid poses for him to photograph, then I rubbed my pussy for him.

I didn’t make myself cum but it did get me aroused.

It was about then that I realised that on the front of the camera was a telephoto lens and I wondered just how powerful it was, just how much detail he was capturing. I posed some more then decided that he’d got enough of a show and picked up my belongings and headed back to my apartment.

I stood in the big window and looked over to where the guy had been and was surprised to see him lean out of his window again and point his camera towards me.

I did a few more stupid poses then turned and went to the bathroom a happy girl. I was hoping that he’d tell all his mates and that more guys would look over to my room and see me.

By then I was feeling quite aroused so I opened my laptop and browsed to a porn site that I liked. Casting the laptop screen to the big TV I masturbated to a quite nice orgasm, then another one.

Satisfied for now, I decided to go for a walk so I put on a very short skirt and a top and went out, saying hello to Charles, him telling me that everything was organised for the party.

Unfortunately it wasn’t windy but my skirt did bounce about and must have been revealing the bottom of my butt cheeks. After about 30 minutes of going round in increasingly bigger circles, I came to a sort of mini park, a grassy area with a handful of trees. There is a path going through the middle and people were using it so I decided to sit on one of the benches that was there and play on my phone.

I sat in a very unladylike way, my pussy enjoying the fresh air and started using my phone. It didn’t take long for someone walking by to realises that they could see my pussy as I just ignored them.

After the third person slowed and turned their heads I decided on another tactic. There was 3 or 4 people sat or laying on the grass so I decided to lay on my stomach with my feet near the path.

As I got down I opened my legs so that my feet were about shoulder width apart, then checked that my skirt was covering my butt. That would be a debatable point if I got arrested but I didn’t care, my arousal was increasing again and I just wanted people to see my pussy.

Getting up on my elbows I used the camera on my phone to look behind me and was pleased to see a few people actually stopping and looking up my legs. I guessed that my head looking away from them gave them the confidence to stop and stare.

I was especially happy when a couple of university looking guys stopped and stared at me. I even managed to take a couple of photographs of them as they stared at my pussy and talked about how cute and wet it looked and how I don’t have any ‘flaps’ as they called my inner labia.

By then I was pushing my pubic bone down to the ground as much as I could, but then I had an idea. Giving up on my phone I dropped my elbows and my right hand slid under me and to my pussy.

I could hear the guys saying crude and rude things about me as my fingers quickly brought me to an orgasm, a good orgasm, then I pulled my hand out and just relaxed and listened to the guys. It was then that I heard the clicking of a camera and guessed that one, or both of them had finally got their phones out.

I smiled and closed my eyes to relax.

A couple of minutes later I realised that everything had gone quiet so I turned my head and opened my eyes. The guys were gone.

I lay there for a few minutes then got up and started walking again.

I came across a coffee shop with tables outside again and decided to get one and a bite to eat, I hadn’t had a proper meal yet that day.

Taking the coffee and pastry outside I sat in the tried and tested way for a girl to flash people walking by but I was disappointed when no one appeared to look my way.

Eventually I decided to head back to the apartment and get ready for the party, but before that I wanted some time with my new vibrator and webcam, I wanted people from all over the world to see the vibrator taking control of my body and making me cum for them.

I got my wish for a couple of hours or so and I was left feeling quite exhausted and a bit sweaty. Looking outside I could see that sun was well on its way down for the day so it was bathroom time then the decision of what to wear for the party. I wanted to look smart, slutty, sophisticated but not formal. I didn’t want my very high libido to be too obvious but at the same time I wanted my tiny tits and slit to be visible.

All a sort of contradiction of each other and I guess that it comes down to how I carry myself and act. I once read that a woman can be formal, sophisticated and commanding, all whilst being totally naked. Obviously a girl can’t be naked all the time, well not in England, but I aimed to be the rest of those qualities whilst wearing as little as I could get away with.

I spent ages going through all the dresses and skirts and tops that Celeste had made for me, finally settling for a backless dress that was loose fitting around my chest so that it would hang low if I bent over revealing my tits to anyone who cared to look. The skirt part is firm fitting ultra short. My butt and slit are covered only when I stand and pull the material down as far as it will go. The material is so light and soft that I have to keep checking that it’s still there.

I decided to wear my hair tied back for the evening, and also to talk to Charles to find a good hairdresser. Apart from wearing my hair in pigtails to make me look even younger whilst in Ibiza, my hair had not been a priority but that was going to change, I was going to experiment to find the modern style that I liked the best.

My mind toyed with the idea of wearing one of my vibrators or my Ben Wa balls but in the end I decided against it. Okay, I knew that Ben and Matt, and probably Roxy, would be more amused than upset if they found out, or could see, what I was wearing, but I didn’t know about the others, I didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with them, after all, I had to live with them for 3 years.