Chapter 16

Well, Laura has gone off to Spain with her father Tom, and no doubt they will have a fantastic time. I doubt very much that Laura will be wearing anything other than shoes for most of the fortnight. I can just imaging her walking down the street hanging on to her father’s hand or arm, naked and pretending to be younger than she actually is. I know that when she’s naked her small tits and lack of pubic hair do make her look 2 or 3 years younger than she is, and if she wears her hair in pigtails or some other little girl style she looks even younger.

Jon and I have had 3 or 4 sessions with Willow where I’ve styled her hair like a little girl and reminded her how little girls walk and act. She didn’t like it but when we tell her that she can get away with a lot more when she’s looking a lot younger than she actually is, she soon forgets about her looks.

“Besides,” she says. “it’s not like any of my friends will be on holiday with us and see me.”

Both times that she’s said that Jon asks her how she knows that none of her friends will be with us on holiday, and she looks a bit worried. She’s really looking forward to going somewhere really hot with Jon and me. I know that Jon won’t tell us where we are going until the last minute but I’m sure that it will be somewhere where Willow and I can be naked just about all the time, and be naked in public some of the time. He like to show of our bodies as much as we do.

Anyway, the following two and a half weeks were relatively none eventful; well by recent events standards.

Willow and I looked after O, taking him for walks in the woods and on the public roads. Of course, unfortunately, we couldn’t ride him or a bike in the nude on the public highway so we always took 2 of Jon’s over-sized hi-viz vests and 2 undersized skirts; oh, and we always rode O with the saddle with the dildo in it.

On one of the Sundays it was such a lovely day that Jon, Willow and me rode our bikes to the pub for lunch. Willow and I wore just skirts that were too short and see-through tank tops. Just before we walked into the pub we both, instinctively tweaked our nipples so that they would be at their best for people to see. Willow and I had a great time in the pub flashing the men and you should have seen the faces of the middle-aged couple when we picked up our bikes and got on them to ride home.

Jon also came on a couple of our naked walks in the woods but he wore his shorts and a T shirt. Willow complained about how unfair it is that girls can walk about wearing next to nothing but men have to wear huge shorts or trousers all the time.

On our walks we met a few people out strolling in nature, some of them with their dogs and the dog’s noses, or more specifically where they put them, was the topic of conversation more than once.

We also went to the farm 5, I think, times. Each time Jethro and Jacob were only too happy to use the milking machines on us, and Jenny; and they also took us to the barn to fuck us.

It was during one of the sessions in the barn that Isaac, the father, came and told us that we were both ‘a good fuck’. When Willow asked him how he knew, Isaac said,

“Well you may have had a blindfold on little girl, but I sure as hell didn’t.”

“So what’s stopping you from fucking me now?” Willow asked, “Do you need me to put another blindfold on?”

With that Willow got some scratches on her back as Isaac put her on her back on a bale of hay, lifted her legs right over to her head and rammed his cock into her hole.

He made her cum with his fucking as well.

I saw his cock as he was fucking her and I’m pretty sure that Isaac has fucked me as well.

After the boys had hosed us down Jenny said,

“He is quite big isn’t he? It always hurts when he fuck me.”

I smiled then said,

“You need to relax more Jenny; don’t think of it as big, think of it as nice.”

We got to know Jenny better over that two and a half weeks. She’s quite a nice girl really, and she does have a very pretty body; but I can see what Jacob and Jethro say, she isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

Jethro and Jacob took us to the other side of the farm one day, over by some trees and a little stream.

“You said that you wanted to be fucked out in the open air in a grassy field Willow.” Jacob said when we were there. “So here we are, get on your back and lift those legs.”

She did, and so did I, and we both had a very nice fuck.

Another thing that we found out was that both the farm hands have fucked us. One time when we were walking to the farm they were working alongside the path and we stopped to talk to them. After one of them told us that we had great bodies the other one said that we were great fucks as well. We guessed that they were part of the gang-bang – not that we are complaining.

By the time Laura got back from Spain Willow and I had ‘earned’ 4 more bales of hay for O.

Of course there were all the mundane things to do but Willow helped me; possibly so that she could come to the shops and supermarket and tease a few men.

Laura and Tom got back late one evening but that didn’t stop Laura pestering Tom to bring her over to our house first thing in the morning. So early that none of us were up when they arrived. Tom didn’t want to wake us and just dropped a naked Laura off. When we did get up we discovered Laura riding up and down the field on O using the dildo saddle.

We spent most of the day listening to all Laura’s adventures, and looking at her glorious all-over tan.

The next 2 days were spent riding O, in the field or in the woods; or visiting the farm to earn another bale of hay, then on the Friday evening when we were having our evening meal, Jon said,

“Well girls, I’ve considered quite a few different types of holiday for this summer, including: -

Buying or renting another villa somewhere in Spain or some other Mediterranean country.

A posh hotel somewhere around the Mediterranean.

A driving holiday moving from place to place around the Mediterranean.

A holiday in the Caribbean.

Going to America on a split centre holiday, maybe New York and Los Angeles.

Going to Disneyland in Florida.

Renting a boat and cruising around the Spanish or Greek Islands.

Going on a Cruise ship.

But none of them seemed to be the ideal conditions for you 2 to walk around just about naked and lay out naked on glorious beaches driving voyeurs of your wonderful naked bodies crazy.

Before I tell you what I decided on, what would you like to do Willow, where would you like to go?”

After a few minutes thought Willow finally spoke,

“All those options sound great and I would like to go on them; when I’m 50; but right now I’d like to go somewhere like Laura has just been. She’s told us that she never bothered with many clothes when she was in her hotel or when the went out on an evening; and that she was totally naked when they went to the beach. That’s how she got that fabulous tan.”

“Well Willow, in the end I decided to take the pair of you to somewhere where Vanessa and I have been to before, somewhere where I know that the police are quite tolerant of scantily clad girls so that the pair of you can flaunt your gorgeous bodies nearly as much as you want.”

“Where?” Willow asked.

“I wanted a hotel in the middle of a resort that is alive 24 x 7, that is full of young people having fun. I wanted a hotel where I could definitely get a room on the first floor with a balcony that overlooks a street that is busy with young people 24 x 7. A hotel that is full of young people.”

“I guess that trying to find all those conditions would be either difficult or impossible Jon.” I said.

“Well it certainly was a challenge but I’ve found one. It’s only a cheap hotel that doesn’t even have a restaurant; but it does have a small swimming pool, and I suspect that it will be quite noisy but I can live with that for a few weeks; especially with you 2 taking care of my every need.”

“Of course we will Jon.” Willow said, “You know that we will. So where are we going?”

“Well it’s Ibiza.”

“Yippee!” Shouted Willow; I smiled, knowing that both Willow and I will get lots of chances to flash our goodies. “I’ve seen some of the videos of girls having fun in Ibiza and it looks awesome.”

Willow stood up, went over to Jon and straddled his legs before kissing him all over his face while he tried to tell her to keep her wet pussy off his trousers.

When she finally got off him she asked Jon when we were going.

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Fucking hell.” Willow exclaimed, “I’ve got so much to do.” And she got up and ran up to her room.

“Go and pack a couple of cases V.” Jon said, “You know what we’ll need, and don’t let Willow take more than she will actually need.”

“I doubt that Willow will want to take more that her ‘strings only’ bikinis and a couple of dresses and skirts and tops, but yes, I’ll check on her.”

Thirty minutes later Willow came running down the stairs and said,

“I’m ready to leave. Can Laura use the house while we’re away? She’ll need a toilet when she’s here with O all day.”

“You mean she won’t just be squatting down in the field.” Jon replied.

“Well she will when she’s peeing and I suppose I could tell her to bring some toilet paper so that she can poo in the field as well.”

“Relax Willow,” Jon said, “I’ve already sorted that out with her father. They’ll be staying here overnight some of the time. It will make things easier for Tom.”

Willow went over to Jon, climbed on him and again kissed him all over his head.

“You’re the best Jon. I love you.”

“That maybe a little premature Willow, we haven’t seen the hotel yet, it may just be a right shit-hole.”

“It should be alright shouldn’t it Jon?” I asked, “Maybe a bit basic but the authorities wouldn’t let them stay open if it’s that bad.”

“You’re right V, I was just trying to wind-up Willow.”

Willow thumped Jon’s arm then kissed him again.

Day 01 - Saturday

Jon woke both of us very early the next morning. When he woke Willow she became alert very quickly and asked Jon if we’d got time for what he was doing to her. Jon told her to relax and enjoy it.

They both did.

Both Willow and I wore tops that are slightly see-through and thin so that our hard nipples made little bulges; and thin, flared cotton skirts that only just cover our butts and pussies. I remembered that Ibiza can be quite windy at times and I wanted us both to take advantage of that if it was.

Willow is getting so relaxed at being dressed like that in public that she, like me, thinks nothing of bending over to do things like bending over to push a suitcase along in a queue and Jon laughed when she saw a youngish couple stare at her bare butt when she was doing just that.

After we’d gone through security (easily using Willow’s guardianship papers and genuine passport) we found a quiet place to sit for a few minutes while we slipped our Ohmibod vibes into their homes ready for Jon to entertain us while we were on the plane.

Airports always seem to be windy places, when I asked Jon why that was all he could suggest was that it was the turbulence from the planes landing and taking off, or the very strong blasts of air coming from the jet engines. Anyway, we gave a few people a surprise when we didn’t try to hold our skirts down when we walked outside to board the plane.

We settled into our seats with Willow sitting by the window and me between her and Jon. When the seat belts light went off Jon told us to leave ours locked on and he got his mobile phone out. Within seconds we both gasped as our Ohmibods burst into life.

“Keep it quiet girls.” Jon said as 2 right hands went to 2 pussies.

Jon reached over and dropped both seat back tables so that anyone walking down the aisle couldn’t see what our right hands were doing.

We spent the next couple of hours with Jon taking us both to close to our point of no return then backing off to frustrate us to the point of both of us begging him to let us cum. But he didn’t.

It wasn’t until the seat belts light came on that Jon stopped teasing us, leaving us both desperately wanting to cum.

When we got up to get off the plane I looked down at the seats and thought,

“That was Jon’s fault not mine or Willows.”

As soon as Willow got near to the plane’s exit she commented on how the warm blast of air had hit her. She was happy when Jon told her that it would be like that all the time that we were there.

The queues through security were long and then we had to wait for ages to collect our suitcases. Both Willow and I teasing others waiting by moving around the room and bending over slightly to give the voyeurs what they were looking at us for. Although we weren’t the only girls in there with very short skirts, far from it, but we were the ones with the shortest skirts and quite a few of the young men who were waiting for their suitcases were following us with their eyes.

When we finally got our suitcases it was through Customs then to the car hire hall where we collected an open top jeep. Both Willow and I thanked Jon for hiring a vehicle like that when we both realised the potential for flashing from it.

The journey to the hotel took about 45 minutes and as soon as we left the airport both Willow and I took our tops off.

“Start as we intend to continue.” Willow said.

The tops stayed off until we got the outskirts of San Antonio. We easily found the hotel but, as expected, it doesn’t have a car park. The streets in San Antonio around the hotel are very narrow and Jon had to drop us off outside the hotel while he went and found somewhere to park.

As Willow and I waited we realised just how busy the street is with people walking to and from the main part of the resort, and that was only the early afternoon. I stepped out into the middle of the road and looked up and saw the balconies of the first floor rooms, all had iron bar railings and from the other side of the street I could actually see into the rooms. If Jon had managed to get a first floor room, and we didn’t close the blackout curtains or shutters, which we never do, then anyone walking down the other side of the street, even the middle of the street, would be able to see us walking around the room naked, maybe even see us laying on the beds.

And that was before we looked up at the hotel on the opposite side of the road. There was dozens of rooms where the occupants would be able to look over and see in to our hotel’s first floor rooms. I was really hoping that Jon had managed to get one of the rooms that we could see.

When Jon returned we went inside and checked-in. Jon did all the talking while Willow and I distracted the male clerk by bending over on some stupid pretext, right in his line of vision and tweaking our nipples through our see-through tops whenever he looked at us.

As we went into the lift Jon told us that the next time that we could use the lift to go up or down just one floor was when we checked-out. I think, no I know that Willow, and I, were quite happy with that.

When we opened the room door we were happy to see that Jon had got his wish. Our tops and skirts had come off just as soon as we were in the room and when I opened the blackout curtains, doors and shutters, there was the road, all the people walking by and the other hotel right in front of us. I could easily see that the only way that we’d get any privacy was to close the blackout curtains or the shutters. Something that I was sure Jon wouldn’t let us do.

We all stepped out onto the balcony and breathed a relaxed sigh of relief and satisfaction knowing that we could watch everyone walking by, and, more to the point, they could watch 2 naked girls doing whatever. Jon went back into the room and I heard him say,

“This won’t do; come and help me re-arrange the furniture”

Jon had us put the beds together and close to the doors to the balcony. It was obvious that he wanted people looking in to be able to see us on the bed; and I say ON the bed because it would be too hot to have anything covering our naked bodies.

Then Jon went to his case and got out a bunch of those cable tie things.

“What are those for?” Willow asked.

Jon got on his knees the put some cable ties round the legs of the beds to keep them together.

“That was a good idea Jon, I would never have thought of that.” Willow said.

“I used to be a Boy Scout so I try to be prepared for these things. All it takes is a bit of thought.”

After that, Willow and I had a little disagreement as to who would sleep on the balcony side of the bed. Jon killed that one by telling us to take turns on that side.

When Jon was happy we all went outside and sat on the chairs.

After a short rest where we sat watching the world go by, and where a few people looked up and saw 2 sitting naked girls, Jon said,

“Right girls, bikinis on and let’s go and stock up with water and anything else that we think we will need.”

“Just our ‘strings only’ bikinis?” Willow asked.

“Yes, just turn your backs if you don’t want anyone to see your fronts and you’ll look just the same as the girls walking by in their thong bikinis. If anyone sees your front and says anything just tell them that it’s amazing what they can print on material these days isn’t it?

That should shut them up for a few seconds as they re-evaluate what they think they saw, and by then you can be a few metres down the road.”

“So you want us to tell people that we’ve had a photo of our tits and pussies printed on our bikini tops and the thongs?” Willow said.

“Yes, why not? It will be a good topic of conversation and give people an excuse for staring at your goodies. Maybe they’ll ask you to prove that the photo is the same as what’s underneath.”

“I like your way of thinking Jon.” Willow replied.

The guy on reception just waved at us as we went down the stairs and out of the door. As we walked down the street Jon said,

“There you go, he saw the bits of string and assumed that they were normal thong bikinis.”

Willow put her arms around one of Jon’s arms and pressed a bare tit against his arm.

The guy on the check-out at the supermarket didn’t bat an eyelid when 2 pairs of tits with recently tweaked nipples were put in his face when we lifted the water and other things out of the baskets. He could probably see the strings of the bikini bottoms, but not our bare pubes or pussies.

“Maybe we should go there topless next time.” Willow said as we walked back to the hotel.

“Good idea.” Jon replied, “he’s probably seen thousands of bare tits in his store.”

“Can I have some money please Jon, I want to go and get an ice cream.” Willow said.

“And take your top off before you go into the shop.” Jon laughingly said.