Chapter 22

Day 07 – Friday

As I turned over after Jon had woken me with his morning woody, I turned over and was relieved to see Willow flat on her back, legs spread and her right hand resting on her pussy.

“Are you going to wake her?” I asked Jon.

“No, let’s just go and sit on the balcony and enjoy the fresh air and the morning sun.”

We did, and sat there for ages watching the ‘happy’ people going back to their hotels after their night out, and the early risers starting their day.

I saw something in my peripheral vision and turned my head to see a naked Chloe stood there staring down at the street.

“Morning Chloe.” I said.

She slowly turned her head and I saw her zombie like face. After a couple of seconds she replied.

“I guess that it is. Too much pop last night. Blr, blr, gotta go.”

Chloe ran back into her room with her right hand over her mouth.

“Looks like she had a good night.” Jon said.

A couple of minutes later, a brighter Chloe returned.

“Sorry about that, I think that I had one too many last night.”

“We all do that at times,” Jon replied. “How’s Millie, did she have one too many as well?”

“I think that she did, but I don’t know how she is, she isn’t here.”

“Are you worried about her?” Jon asked.

“No, that last I saw of her she was with 2 blokes, her skirt was up around her waist and her tits were out. She probably went back to their hotel with them.”

“Not your lucky night then Chloe?” Jon asked.

“Yeah, I brought one of Millie’s new friend’s mates back here; he only left a few minutes ago.”

“He was quiet.” I said.

“He was still half asleep when I kicked him out.”

“You didn’t let him sleep it off.”

“Nope, he wasn’t very good. I was going to kick him out last night but I fell asleep.”

“With boredom?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think that he was just too pissed.”

“Probably.” Jon said, “If he’d been sober he wouldn’t have neglected that gorgeous body – unless he was gay.”

“Aw thanks Jon. It’s here whenever you want it.”

Jon got off his chair and climbed over that dividing balcony then he took Chloe’s hand and led her into her room. Seconds later I heard her start moaning.

I turned and looked at Willow and decided that it was time that she woke up. I went and got between her legs, gently lifted her hand out of the way and started eating her pussy.

“Oh Jon that’s nice.” Willow said before she opened her eyes.

“Oh V, sorry, I thought ... But it was, err is nice, please keep going.”

I did and didn’t stop until she orgasmed and was calming down. When she had, she sat up, put her hands on my arms and pulled me up and over her so that I was flat on my back next to her. After giving me a long kiss she gave me lots more kisses, all the way down to my pussy. Then she returned the compliment before getting up and saying,

“Time for a swim, coming?”

“I just have.” I replied.

“Yeah, but are you coming for a swim?”

“Okay.”

There was no one there when we walked over the corridor to the pool and we jumped in and splashed about for a bit before swimming a few lengths. Then Willow swam over to the jet of water to let it make her cum again. I got out of the pool and found the hosepipe to let it pleasure me.

After Willow had cum she jumped out and asked to swap places and I happily obliged.

My jet of water induced orgasm was just subsiding when I saw Chloe and Millie enter the area, both as naked as Willow and I were. They jumped in and swam over to me then told me that Jon was just about to go back to our room when Millie had got back from her night’s entertainment. When she’s realised what Jon and Chloe had been doing she took her skirt and top off and rubbed her naked body against Jon begging him to fuck her as well. He did.

Willow joined us and we swam and talk for a while before going back to our rooms when Willow suggested that we needed some breakfast.

Jon was ready to leave when we got back and Willow and I had to get ready quickly, Jon telling us that we needed to wear sensible shoes and just a belt skirt and top.

Willow chose a lace crop top that is baggy and when it is flat against her chest her nipples poke out through 2 of the largish lace holes. I chose another crop top but made of fine mesh that makes it quite see-through, and it was baggy enough for Jon to get his hands up it easily. I chose a thin cotton floaty ‘belt’ and I suggested to Willow that she choose a similar one. When she asked why I told her that she might just appreciate the choice later. She gave me that knowing smile.

“Will we be okay with half our butts and pussies on display during the day in Ibiza town?” I asked Jon.

“Well your butts will be on display and I don’t see why that will be a problem because we saw girls in thong bikinis when we drove through the other day, but I doubt that 99 percent of the people will realise that your pussy isn’t covered. They’ll just assume that you’re wearing a thong. As for your tops, I’ve seen topless girls walking around Ibiza town so that won’t be a problem.”

“But we’re going to the centre of the town and the old town and it will be daylight.” I questioned.

“Only one way to find out.” Jon replied.

“Going to start a trend are we?” Willow asked.

“Maybe,” Jon replied, “but I can’t believe that you’ll be the first girls dressed like that to walk around there.”

“Aw, I wanted to be the first.” Willow complained.

“Never mind Willow, I’m sure that you could get into the Guinness Book of Records for some of the things that you’ve already done and a few more that we don’t know about yet.”

Willow giggled.

“Come on girls, I’m getting hungry.” Jon said, moving towards the door.

“I’m not surprised Jon,” Willow replied, “from what I’ve heard you’ve been a busy man already this morning.”

“Come on.” Jon said then slapped Willow’s butt as she passed him.

We stopped at our usual cafe for some breakfast but our usual waitress wasn’t there; instead another girl served us. She must have been told about our desire to flash our pussies because she started re-arranging the chairs as soon as we arrived. She also stared at our pussies as we sat very un-lady-like; Willow possibly more so and I guessed that it was because it was a new girl.

Breakfast went without incident or excitement and we were soon walking into the car park to collect the jeep. Jon had parked it in the usual place next to the wall and fence to the higher-up path and road that goes around the bus station. This time, however, a bus was parked on the road just above the jeep and lots of people were stood around waiting for something.

Both Willow and I automatically stripped naked before getting in the jeep and we stood looking up at the people while Jon got the jeep ready.

In amongst the group of people above us was a group of young people and one of the young men saw us strip. He told the others and we soon had a little audience. We ignored them, even when I heard one of the boys say,

“Those 2 look like the 2 from the wet T shirt competition the other night.”

“How can you tell?” a girl asked.

“They’ve both got small tits and shaved pussies.”

“There must be thousands of girls here like that.”

“Yeah but ones smaller that the other and they’re both skinny.”

“Okay, you’re narrowing it down but your description still fits a lot of girls here.”

“Can you go and ask them to show us their pussies, then I’ll know for sure.”

“If you want to see their pussies you go and ask them.”

They didn’t and we got in the jeep and Jon drove off.

After the obligatory drive around the narrow streets of San Antonio Jon headed off on the main road over to Ibiza town still with 2 naked girl passengers.

It took a while for us to find a car park and quite a few people realised that there were 2 naked girls in the jeep. At one point we were stopped in traffic alongside a coach and some teenage boys looked down and saw us.

“Wave to your admirers.” Jon said, and we did.

In the car park Willow and I put our clothes on while Jon paid the parking fee then we left to go and find our way to the centre. As we walked out of the car park Jon said,

“Remember girls, act like innocent girls that dress like that every day and make your flashing look accidental.”

We walked along the busy streets and saw a mixture of holidaymakers and people in smart casual clothes who looked to be going about their business as they do every day. No one took a blind bit of notice of us.

We must have walked for a good 15 minutes before we found the way up to the old town and when we got there I’d forgotten just how steep some of those streets are. Willow surprised both Jon and I by being interested in all the narrow streets and steps.

“People used to live here?” She ashed not long after we’d found our first narrow street with houses along the sides.

“People still live here Willow, I bet that these houses would cost you a fortune if you wanted to buy one.”

“Wow, and look at that.”

As I said, Willow’s interest in it all surprised us and it obviously took her mind off her state of dress as she missed a few people following her up some steep steps and their faces told Jon and me that they had discovered that she wasn’t wearing a thong.

Up and down streets we went until we saw a little shop and Willow asked if she could have an ice cream. Jon said that he’d go and get them while Willow and I went to find a seat. The table outside the shop were full so that left the stone steps going up another hill.

Willow looked like she wasn’t even thinking about it when she plonked her bare butt on a step with her feet a couple of steps lower. Her knees were bent and her feet at shoulder width. I sat beside her in a similar fashion.

As Jon walked up to us he was smiling.

“What?” Willow said.

“I think that he’s smiling at your display.” I added.

Willow’s face was blank for a second then she remembered.

“Oh good.” She replied as she looked up the steps to see who had just gone up them. “I wonder if any of those people saw my pussy; and yours V?”

“Probably.” Jon answered.

Jon came and sat above us, not wanting to block anyone’s view, and to look at people’s expression if they looked at us; and some certainly did. I was glad that we’d all brought, and were wearing, our sunglasses. It’s so much fun watching the voyeurs look at us.

We wandered some more, with Willow having got over the history and beauty of the place, and returning to her exhibitionistic ways. When we got to what was probably the highest part of the old town the view was magnificent; even Willow was impressed. So much so that she hadn’t noticed that it was a bit windy up there.

Well she may have but she didn’t give the impression that she had. You see, both our way too short skirts were blowing in the wind and letting other people see that we definitely weren’t wearing a thong under them, and neither of us were even attempting to hold them down.

There were quite a few people up there who had cameras and some of those spent more time pointed at Willow and me than out at the scenery.

We spent quite some time there with Jon pointing out different things as our skirts fluttered in the wind. It also helped that the number of people up there was increasing.

When we eventually moved on we soon found somewhere else that was a little windy. It also had some great views but it also had some very old canons pointing out to sea. There weren’t may people there and Jon had an idea.

“Strip off girls.” He said, “I want some photographs of you standing next to the canons completely naked.”

Well, neither Willow nor I were going to refuse a request to get naked and while Jon got his phone out we got naked.

Willow and I were really enjoying ourselves and after a couple of minutes a middle-aged woman came over to us and asked Jon what he thought he was doing, adding that girls can’t strip naked in public.

“I’m a professional photographer and I’m taking some photographs of the models for a top men’s magazine.” Jon replied.

“You can’t be a professional photographer, you’re using a mobile phone.” The woman replied.

“Ah, I can see the confusion, this is only the pre-shoot to check the lighting and the backdrop, and to check if the models are any good. If they are we’ll be back tomorrow with a full crew and a ton of equipment.”

“Oh, I see. Sorry, I thought that they were just some sort of exhibitionists.”

“Well, I guess that all models are a bit exhibitionist but these 2 are new to it and we weren’t sure that they were serious or had the talent so I brought them along to try them out without wasting the time of the full crew.”

“That makes sense. Sorry to have disturbed you.”

The woman went back to her friends and all 3 of us managed to suppress our laughter.

While that exchange of words had been going on, other people had arrived and I saw the phones and cameras come out again. There were 2 elderly Japanese or Chinese men who weren’t at all shy about coming close to us to take their photographs, and I decided to give them something to talk about back home.

I went over to 1 of them and held out my hand to him. He thought that I was just going to shake it but I gently guided him to stand between Willow and me while his friend took some photos of us. When we were done his friend wanted the same, and in the best international sign language / English / Japanese / Chinese; we re-arranged ourselves and he got his photos.

Jon was watching all this and smiling, and when it was over he whispered to us that we’d better make it look a bit more professional and he directed us into a few more poses, this time with us putting a foot up on the little wall then sat on the wall with our feet shoulder width apart.

This pleased Willow and I because it meant that our pussies were better displayed.

Jon didn’t want to push our look too far and after those shots he told us to put our clothes back on which we did as all those people watched.

As we walked away Willow said,

“I wonder what they thought of us being naked and then not putting any knickers on?”

“Don’t know, and I don’t care.” I replied.

“Neither do I.” Willow replied.

From there we made our way down and to the area where all the cafes / restaurants are and had an ice cream. Of course Willow and I wanted to sit on the outside table so that people walking by could see our legs right up to our stomachs.

The ice creams would have melted half a dozen times before we left and we weren’t sure if anyone had seen our pussies or not.

When we left we wandered out of the old town down to the harbour area where we walked around all the narrow streets looking at / in the little shops.

After a while Jon said,

“Do you remember trying on clothes in one of these shops V?”

“Oh yes, you had me standing naked in the middle of the shop with all those people walking by.”

“You make it sound like I was forcing you V.”

“Sorry Jon, by that time I was as much an exhibitionist as I am now. Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, why not? And you can try something on as well Willow. Let’s see if we can find a shop on a busy street and that has some customers in.”

It took a while but we did find a larger than average little clothes shop that had a few customers in, and we went in.

The young woman shop assistant, or maybe owner, smiled at us and we started browsing. There were some really nice dresses there but my gawd, they were priced like they were from Versace or Gucci.

Never the less, Jon told us to pick one each and ask if we could try them on, but he told us to wait until one of the other customers were in the only curtained changing cubicle. We did, and the girl pointed to the changing cubicle.

“There’s someone in there, do you have another place?” I asked.

“Sorry, no.”

“Okay, we’ll change out here.”

The girl said nothing and Willow followed my lead as I hooked the dress in a nearby rack and started taking my top off. The girl just stared, but said nothing as we got topless, then bottomless, right there in the middle of the shop.

We were quickly noticed by the other customers who stopped browsing to watch us as we stepped into the dresses. I suppose that a lot of people would have called them nice dresses but the were definitely not the type of dresses that either Willow or I would ever wear.

Just to help the pretence that we may just buy them we walked to the nearest mirror and looked at ourselves from different angles. After Willow was done she turned to Jon and said,

“Can I try another one on please? I saw another one over there that I liked.”

“Sure, why not.” Jon replied.

Willow went back to where she’d hung the dress hanger, took the dress off, put it back on the hanger then went to hang it where she’s got it from. I waited until she hung it up then I did the same.

As I was hanging it up I looked around; the shop girl and the other customers, 2 youngish couples and 2 teenage girls, were all looking at Willow and me. Jon was looking at the customers.

I turned and looked at Willow and made no move to put something on.

Willow unhooked another dress and held it to her front.

“What do you think of this one? Does it suit me?”

No one said anything so I went over to her, adjusted it against her front then said,

“No, it’s not you.”

I pulled it away from her, leaving her stood facing the other customers, still totally naked, whilst I hung the dress back up and browsed through some more.

Finding another one that I thought would look totally ridiculous on Willow, I pulled it out and gave it to Willow who gave me a quizzical look then took it off me and put it on.

She smoothed her hands down her front from over her tits down to as far as her hands would reach. Then she walked to the mirror. I stood where I was and when Willow realised that all eyes were now on the only naked girl, Willow walked back and took the dress off.

Jon intervened at that point and asked us if we wanted any of the dresses. Unsurprisingly, we both said no, but I took a bit longer over saying it, giving the impression that I wasn’t totally sure.

“Okay girls, put your own clothes on and let’s go.” Jon said.

We did, leaving most of the customers still staring at us as we went out of the door.

“That was fun.” Willow said as we walked down the street, both of us hanging on to one of Jon’s arms. “Those dresses were horrible, why would anyone pay those prices for those, those rags.”

“Not every woman wants to walk around dressed like you Willow.” Jon said.

“Well perhaps they should consider it, it’s so much fun.” Willow replied.

We wandered around some more and found ourselves in the square. There were people walking all over the place and Jon decided that it was time for a drink so we crossed the road down one side of the square and went and sat outside one of the cafes.

Willow and I re-arranged the chairs and we waited. We had to wait for quite a few minutes and I wondered if one of the waiters had seen us and decided to ignore us hoping that we’d go away. I looked around and saw that all the other customers were smartly dressed. I didn’t say anything.

Eventually a waiter came over to take our order. All the time that he was stood there he was looking down at Willow’s and my lap. I’d already warned Willow to close her legs so all the waiter could see was our bare pubes and maybe just a hint of our slits.

The waiter was, let’s say ‘curt’ in his dealings with us and our drinks arrived very quickly.

“I get the distinct impression that we’re not too welcome here.” Jon said when we were on our own again. “When he brings the bill open your legs and let him know what he’s missing girls.”

We did, and he stared at our pussies as he put the bill on the table then waited for Jon to give him the money.

“Miserable cunt.” Willow said as we walked away.

“Willow, language.” Jon said. “Yes he was a miserable cunt wasn’t he. Never mind, more fun to come.”

Jon led us away from the harbour, telling us that we’d go back there later, and we wandered away from the centre and out to the more residential area.

“I guess that this is the sort of place your average Spaniard lives in around here.” I said looking up at the blocks of apartments.

“I’m glad that we live where we do.” Willow said, “I wonder if they’ve got any schools like we go to V?”