Chapter 20

Day 05 – Wednesday

Jon woke me up by fucking me, but I went back to sleep straight afterwards and thankfully he let me sleep.

Willow, on the other hand, was up before Jon and when I eventually went looking for her I found her in the pool talking to a couple of lads. She was, as expected, totally naked but they were wearing swimming shorts. When she saw me she jumped out and came over to the naked me.

“I’ve been playing with that hosepipe, I can squirt water about 2 metres, can you beat that V?”

“I don’t know. How long have those boys been here?”

“Ages, they helped me find the tap to turn the hosepipe on.”

“So they saw you filling your pussy with the water?”

“Yeah, they even held the hosepipe so that I didn’t have to bend over then they pushed it up me. They said that they could get the hosepipe nearly half a meter inside me before I told them to stop because it started to hurt.”

“Well I might question their measuring abilities but I’m sure that it was a long way.”

“Go on V, have a go.”

“Okay then.”

I didn’t tell her that I’d done it at least twice before.

“Do you want the boys to hold the pipe and push it in?”

“Yes, why not, come on boys, I won’t bite you.”

After the first time that 1 of the boys ease the hosepipe up my vagina and I squirted the water out, Willow and I had 2 competitions, firstly to see how long we could hold the water in after it started to hurt and the boys removed the hosepipe, and secondly to see how far we could squirt it. I let Willow win both challenges telling her that her kegel exercises had helped her win.

All the time that we were playing with that hosepipe there were 3 pairs of girls and 1 pair of young men out by, or in the pool and watching us. Some of the girls were naked and the others were topless and when we left I wondered if any of them would have a go.

Jon was out on the balcony when we got back to the room. When Willow told him that we’d had an internal bath he said that he hoped that we didn’t mean an enema.

“Never thought of that.” Willow said.

“Well if you ever try it just remember what is up your butt and that a lot of water will probably flush it out.”

“Eww, I think that I’ll give that one a pass.”

“Good idea, now, who fancies some breakfast or should I call it lunch.”

“What are we doing today Jon?” Willow asked.

“Well Willow, tonight is your debut as a stripper under the guise of a wet T shirt competition so I hope that you’ve been practising your sexy dancing skills, but before that I don’t know, I have nothing planned. Let’s talk about it when we eat.

“Yeah, I’ve been practising. There’s thousands of videos of wet T shirt competitions and girls doing sexy strips online. That’s what Laura and I watched and copied when we weren’t being cam girls with our Ohmibods.”

“So you’re going to win tonight are you?” Jon asked.

“Unless they judge the girls based on tit size. If they do I’ll come last.”

“Then you’d better give them something else to look at.”

“I intend to. What about you V?”

“I’ll do my best but you are more supple than me and I don’t mind being beaten by my young prodigy.”

Just for a change, Willow and I decided to wear our crochet cover-ups with nothing under them. We pulled our nipples through the holes just before we left the hotel. What’s more, we didn’t get anyone looking at us as we walked down to the harbour ‘square’.

We seem to have found a cafe that has become our regular place for breakfast and we arrived there without any name calling or whistling, much to the disappointment of Willow; me too probably.

As we were waiting for our food, and during eating it, we discussed our plans for the day.

“We could get one of those boats form the harbour to 1 of those 3 beaches that you told us about Jon.” Willow suggested.

“We’ve been to Cala Conta but there’s still Cala Tarida and Cala Bassa although I wouldn’t recommend Cala Bassa if you want to get totally naked. Cala Tarida has a small beach that people get naked on, and there’s a big rock just off shore where people climb up and jump off.” Jon replied.

“Or we could go to Ibiza town and look around.” I suggested.

“Or we could just drive around the island, we’ve got to do that one day,” Jon said, “you can’t go back to England without seeing more than a couple of places.”

“We could always go back to that Ses Salines beach,” Willow suggested, “we’ve had a lot of fun there so far.”

After going through each option and discussing the pros and cons we finally decided to take a little boat to Cala Tarida. Fortunately, we’d come prepared to go to the beach so we walked over the ‘square’ to where the boats leave from. Jon got us some tickets the told us that we had 15 minutes to wait before the boat left but we could get on the boat and wait there so we did.

As we approached the boat I saw an old man in the little wheel house of the boat and a young man loading some soft drinks onto it. As we got closer he stopped what he was doing and came to take our tickets. When he saw Willow, and what she was wearing (her crochet cover-up with nothing underneath and her nipples and areolas poking through 2 of the large holes), he smiled, held out his hand to help her walk along the little gangplank then and looked up to her face and said,

“Buenos días hermosa jovencita.”

Willow just stood there for a couple of seconds then replied,

“I have no idea what you just said but thank you.”

“I just said that you are a beautiful young lady.” The Spanish young man replied.

“Well definitely a thank you.” Willow replied and leant forward and kissed his cheek, rubbing one of her nipples across one of his bare arms before moving on, holding onto his hand for much longer than was necessary.

“Otra hermosa jovencita.” he said to me as he held out his hand to help me as he looked me up and down.

“Muchas gracias.” I replied then walked on.

There were already a few people on the boat and Jon looked around for the best place for us to sit. He knew what we would want and he selected a seat at the front of the wheel house which was near the rear of the boat. When I sat down I could see where the boat was going, and all the people sat in front of us. The seats were arranged in 4 rows, 2 alongside the sides of the boat looking in, and the other 2 back-to-back, lengthways down the middle of the boat.

Anyone walking front to back would see us and anyone turning to look back would see us. I turned to Jon and said,

“Good choice, thank you.”

“No idea what you are talking about V.” Jon lied.

Willow hadn’t even thought about where to sit; well that was until a man up at the front turned and looked at Willow who had sat with her knees apart. She saw him look and slid forwards in her seat.

I smiled.

Whilst we were waiting for the journey to start both Willow and I sat lazily with our knees slightly apart. Twice, I saw 2 pairs of young men get onboard, see us then look for seats where they could see us. One pair sat down, looked at us then got up and found a better place to sit.

Jon wasn’t oblivious to what was going on and at one point he turned to Willow and said,

“It’s annoying having an itch on your pussy that just won’t go away isn’t it Willow?”

“What? ... Ohh yes.”

From then on I watched Willow frequently scratch a non-existent itch, opening her knees more each time to do it. I also suspected that she had a quick rub on her clit each time.

Whenever she did it I looked to see who was looking at her and it was rewarding to see that her efforts were being appreciated.

Why did my pussy start itching and needing scratching as well?

Both Willow and I were also rewarded by the young Spanish boat hand who kept coming round to see if anyone wanted to buy chilled soft drinks. He put his cool box down in front of us and squat down to ask us what we wanted. He didn’t get up until he’d given us the change. Jon later told us that it took longer to serve us that it did all the other people on the boat.

“I wish that I’d had my Ohmibod in.” Willow said with a little giggle.

By the time that we arrived at Cala Tarida I was sure that Willow would need to have a pee; I knew that I did.

The boat stopped at the wrong side of the bay for where Jon wanted us to go so we had to cross the beach then go up lots of steps, along a dirt track then down again. The going down bit was ‘interesting’. No path, just worn rocks where people had climbed down. Jon told us to take it slowly and we made it in one piece.

I didn’t remember that little beach but Jon did, and very soon all 3 of us were naked and applying suntan lotion. Jon did both Willow’s and my fronts paying special attention to out tits and pussies. He brought both of us soo close to cumming before stopping. I knew that he was doing that on purpose. Willow wasn’t too happy.

We improved our tan, especially our inner thighs, for about an hour before Willow decided that she needed to cool down. She got to her feet, looked around, then said that she was going for a swim.

“Go and keep an eye on her V.” Jon said.

Five minutes later we were swimming near the big rock watching people get out of the water, climb to the top then jump off.

“Have you had a pee yet V?”

“Yes, on the way out here.”

“Me too.”

“I can do that jump V. Will you come with me?” Willow said as we watched the jumpers.

“Are you sure Willow? You’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I know, but if all those kids can do it then so can I.”

“Well that’s a great attitude Willow but it’s quite high, you might get hurt.”

“Do any of those people look like they are hurt? Come on V, don’t be a pussy.”

“Says one pussy to another.”

“You know what I mean, come on.”

We swam over to where everyone was climbing out of the water and took our turn. Climbing up and stretching from one flat bit of rock to another meant that our pussies were spread and exposed to those behind us in the queue but that didn’t stop us.

Neither did getting up onto the main part of the big rock from a smaller part which involved walking over a little plank. Most people were bending over and walking on their hands and feet which again exposed our butts and pussies to those below us.

When we got to the edge where everyone was jumping from I looked over and thought,

“Shit this is high up.”

Fearless Willow grabbed my hand, shouted ‘Geronimo’ and pulled me to the edge and over.

As we surfaced we both burst into laughter and Willow said,

“Again.”

We did, 3 times more before I told her that we’d done enough and that we should go back to Jon.

When we got there Jon was happily watching everyone and the scenery.

“We’re going to explore a bit.” I said and Willow and I, still totally naked, headed off to where we’d seen a few people coming from.

It turned out that you could get to the main beach along a torturous path. It took a while but we got there and looked along the beach. Neither of us could see another naked person there; quite a few topless girls, but none bottomless.

“What the fuck!” I said to Willow and we both started walking.

Yes, we got a few strange looks and one or two older people maybe had disgusted looks on their faces. But hey, nudity isn’t illegal in Spain. We got about half way along before turning and walking back, again getting a few stares.

We finally made it back to Jon without any injuries from the rocks. When we told Jon he wasn’t too happy, reminding us that we would be on stage that night and wouldn’t be if we’d got hurt.

“Sorry Jon.” Willow said as she straddled him and sat on his cock.

Jon had to sit up and lift her off before she gave up trying to get him to fuck her.

“Let’s go back to the hotel and try to reduce your need to be fucked every 5 minutes Willow.”

“That will never happen Jon.” Willow replied but we did pack up and leave.

“Well we’ll give it a try even if it’s only temporarily.”

“That sounds like fun, come on, let’s go.”

To get up onto a path that we could follow back to where the boat left from we had to climb up the steep cliff that we had to very slowly climbed down. Going up was just as slow and it didn’t help that Jon, who was pulling up the rear, kept reaching up and sliding a finger into one of our pussies.

Willow and I didn’t put our crochet cover-ups on and pulled our nipples through the holes until we got to steps down to the main beach, by which time we’d passed about half a dozen people going the other way.

On the beach at the boat’s landing place we had to wait for the boat to arrive so we sat on the sand waiting. Needless to say that Willow and I both sat in such a way that anyone walking in front of us would have had a great view, if they looked.

Willow was a little disappointed when we realised that the approaching boat wasn’t the one that we arrived on. She needn’t have worried because the crew were similar to the other boat, one old man and one young man who greeted us in a similar way to the other crew.

The boat was even more crowded but we managed to get seats in a similar position and the young man was eager to increase his sales of soft drinks.

As we walked from the boat back through San Antonio Jon decided that an ice cream was required and we headed for what had become our favourite cafe. The girl waitress helped us re-arrange the seating at our favourite table. It was like she knew that Willow and I wanted to flash our pussies and after we’d sat down she went and got the menu cards and stared at our pussies as she gave them to us.

When she’d go Willow said,

“Isn’t that the same girl that gave you the business card?”

“Yes.” Jon replied.

A couple of minutes later she was back to take our order and she again had a good look. This time though, Willow had slumped so far down in her chair that she could open her legs quite a lot and the waitress was looking at Willow’s wet pussy for most of the time that she was stood there.

When she delivered our ice creams and drinks Willow went one stage further and scratched an imaginary itch at her vaginal entrance and I saw the girl lick her lips.

“You’re in there girl.” Jon said to Willow when the waitress had left.

“No thanks, you two are enough for me.”

“Sit up and eat you little minx.” Jon said.

While we were eating I spotted 2 men walking by who both did a double take as they looked over to us.

The waitress had another good look at our pussies when she brought us the bill.

Back at the hotel our crochet cover-ups came off even before Jon unlocked our room door and Willow was out on the balcony within seconds.

“Hey, I think the hotel over the road has some new guests.” She turned and said to Jon and me. “There’s some guys opposite that I haven’t seen before. Are you going to fuck me out here for them to watch or do I have to come in there?”

“Patience little one.” Jon replied as he went into the bathroom.

Two minutes later he came out totally naked and sporting a semi.

“I’ll get to you in a few minutes V. Come outside and watch.”

By the time I got to the balcony Jon was sat on a chair with Willow straddling him facing the hotel over the road and going up and down. As I walked passed them I reached out and tweaked on of Willow’s nipples.

I sat on one of the chairs, spread my legs, put my feet up on the top railing and started slowly rubbing my pussy. Willow wasn’t the only horny girl there.

As I rubbed I looked at all the balconies opposite and saw people on about 4 of them looking our way and 1 young woman walking along the street who had stopped and was looking up at us.

“Free sex show.” I heard coming from 1 of the balconies opposite.

That prompted people to appear on 2 more balconies.

Meanwhile, Willow was rapidly nearing her first orgasm and if our audience hadn’t realised that from her shouting they must have realised it by the way her body jerked about as it hit her; but up and down her body kept going.

It was only after her fourth orgasm that she stopped going up and down and she lay back against Jon’s chest. He put his arms round her and onto her tiny tits and gently squeezed.

That was when someone over the road started clapping and within seconds most of them were also clapping.

Meanwhile, my right hand had been busy and I was rapidly approaching my first orgasm.

It arrived, along with some moaning and jerking.

When I started to get some control back I turned to look at Jon and Willow.

“Your turn V.” Willow said as she got up and off Jon who still had a hard-on.

I looked at Jon, smiled and said,

“Viagra.”

“Viagra.” Jon replied.

As I got up and took Willow’s place I looked into our room. She had made it just through the door and had collapsed on the bed, on her back with her legs spread wide, feet sticking out of the room onto the balcony.

I smiled to myself and thought,

“The energy of youth.”

I impaled myself on Jon and started going up and down.

Two orgasms later I collapsed back onto Jon and he held me in place with his hands on my tits; and his still hard cock.

As I started to get my wits about me I heard some more applause. When I managed to push myself up and off Jon I heard a female voice say,

“Fucking hell, he’s still hard.”

I half smiled as I went and lay next to Willow. Her right hand found my left hand and we gently squeezed each other’s hand.

I must have dozed off because the next thing that I knew was Willow looking down on me and saying,

“Come on V, time for a swim before we have to get ready.”

“Ready for what?” I asked.

“It’s strippers night.”

“You mean the wet T shirt competition.”

“Same thing, come on.”

One minute later my still half asleep body was falling into the swimming pool.

I surfaced, now fully awake, and looked around. I saw 2 small groups of people on sunbeds and 4 or 5, mainly male, heads sticking up out of the water and a plastic football up in the air.

“Wanna play water polo?” One of the young men asked.

“Sure.” Willow replied.

“Okay, you’re on the girl’s side.”

Well, the game was anything but water polo. It was more like ‘grope the person who has the ball’, and Willow kept shouting for the ball. For some reason, as the girl who had the ball started to get groped she passed the ball to another girl. How the game developed into that I will never know, but I wasn’t complaining.

As I was swimming about I felt something touch my leg, and as there was no one near me I went under to see what it was and surfaced with a bikini bottoms in my hand. I wondered just how many of the girls playing the game were bottomless as well as topless.

The game went on for quite a while before 2 naked girls got out saying that they had to leave. I swam over to Willow who just said,

“Water jet.” And swam over to where it was.

When we finally got back to our room we found Jon out on the balcony talking to Chloe and Millie, the naked Chloe and Millie. After greetings Chloe told us that they were getting ready to go out and meet some boys that they’d met on the beach at Cala Conta.

“The naked beach?” Willow asked.

“No, the boys didn’t want to go there. They wouldn’t admit it but I’m sure that they were too shy.”

“Probably.” replied Jon.

“Not like you then Jon.” Millie said looking down and Jon’s semi.

“Viagra still working then Jon.” Willow asked.

“You use Viagra Jon?”

“I think that any man would need it to try to satisfy these 2.” Jon replied looking at Willow and me. Willow giggled.

“Yes, they do seem to take a lot of satisfying don’t they?” Millie added, “We met a couple of guys last night who are staying in the hotel over the road and they were telling us about a lucky man who’s staying with 2 nymphomaniacs and that they don’t care who sees them when they’re at it. I wonder who that could be?”

“Yeah, who could that be? I haven’t seen anyone like that.” Jon answered.

“Yeah, okay.” Chloe said.

We talked some more before Chloe and Millie said that they had to go and Jon told Willow and I to go and get ready. He reminded Willow that she needed to be nice and smooth.

“Any preference as to what we should wear Jon?” I asked.

“No, just something that will be easy to replace if someone wants a souvenir.”

“What’s the point in getting dressed just to get undressed, especially if some thief is going to steal my clothes?” Willow asked. “Can’t I just go like this?”

“No Willow.” Jon replied, “and don’t forget your pigtails, you need to look as young as possible. Guy’s like naked little girls and the thought of one stripping for them will cause lots of hard-ons.”

“I like that.” Willow said.

Both Willow and I chose way too short skirts and see-though tank tops, Willow joking that we’d have to wear some of the skirts more than once if we weren’t careful. I reminded her that we were on holiday and that the only people that we were trying to impress was ourselves, and Jon, so it didn’t matter if we wore the same skirt every day just so long as we were happy with what we were covering and not covering.

“Can I just wear a belt then?”

“No.” We both replied, then Jon added,

“You at least have to look as if you are wearing something that vaguely resembles a skirt.”

“The tease.” I added.

“Okay, I get it.”

Just before we set off to get something to eat, then go to the Irish Bar I asked Jon if he’d got Willow’s fake passport in his pocket.

“Already thought of that V.” Jon replied tapping his right hip pocket.

As we walked to the centre of San Antonio Willow started skipping ahead of us singing,

“I’m going to be a stripper; I’m going to be a stripper.” Then she stopped, spread her feet and bent at the waist, so far that she was looking back at us between her legs.

“Oops.” She said, then stood up.

I looked around and saw 2 young men, who were walking along very quietly, come along side Jon and me. Both were smiling, obviously having seen Willow’s very exposed butt and pussy.