Chapter 3

Late afternoon, we caught a bus back to the hotel. It wasn't very busy, and we managed to get a seat. Back in the hotel room, we lay on our beds and read until it was time for dinner. Jon had me wear just my short wrap-round skirt and my white bikini top that evening, and I had to be careful as I leant over the buffet table to get what I wanted. We had a bottle of white wine with our meal, and I let Jon drink most of it, I didn't want to get drunk again. Afterwards, we went into some of the bars along the main road, and found one that was very lively with lots of young people, and a comedian cum DJ.

He was quite good, and we stayed there for a while. He had the knack of getting people up onto the stage and taking part in little funny games. Jon told me to remind him that he wanted to go back there before we went home. It was easy to forget what I wasn't wearing in that place, because most of the girls looked as if they were wearing no more than me. I saw quite a few breasts hanging out, a number of bums, and a couple of hairy pussies. Teenage girls seem to lose their modesty when they are on holiday and they've had too much to drink.

Tuesday July 28 Tuesday was a relatively quiet day, spent sun bathing on the beach. We caught a bus to a place called Ses Salines, and when we got there I discovered that it was where we caught the bus back from on the Sunday. We walked into the big car park, and instead of going straight on, along the path that we had used before, we turned off into the woods. As soon as we did, Jon stopped and told me to take my T-shirt off, and he took his off, that left us both naked. We walked through the trees, and out onto the beach, and grabbed a couple of sun beds. I covered us both with sun tan lotion, and we settled down to a lazy day. We were towards one end of the beach, and there were quite a few other naked people there, and the only people that seemed to look at us were some of the more modest people who, for whatever reason, wore clothes on the beach. I think that we attracted more attention because of our shaved pubes, and the fact that I was remembering what Jon had said about keeping my legs apart. It was at the bottom of my sun bed that the old man squatted when he came to collect the sun bed hire money, and there seemed to be a language problem that took ages to sort out. After a couple of hours, Jon said that he needed some exercise, and we did what lots of people were doing, walking along the waters edge. We didn't stop when we got to the end of the area that had naked people, but kept going, and walked right to the other end of the beach, then turned round and walked back. There were quite a few people staring at us, and a few nudging their companions and looking as if they were saying "hey, look at those two." I was a bit nervous, but at the same time not bothered because Jon was with me.

At lunch time Jon put his swimming costume on and told me to wrap my towel round my waist, and we went to the beach bar for a drink and a sandwich. There were other topless women there, and I didn't feel out of place. While we were there, a woman came onto the beach with lots of bags, and started spreading the contents over the beach near her. She then turned a ghetto blaster on, and kept picking up what tuned out to be sarongs, and putting them on. It didn't take long for the odd one or two people to go and see what she was selling. On the way back to our 'spot', we went over to the woman, and Jon told me to pick one of the sarongs, and try it on. Of course I had to take the towel off first. I had never worn a sarong before, and didn't know how to fold it, so I asked the woman to show me. She must have shown me about a dozen different ways, and all of the time she was having to touch my naked body. This was tuning me on a bit, and I didn't notice the small audience that had gathered. I wanted to keep things going, and asked her to show me some of the ways with a different, smaller sarong. I must have been 'trying one on' for about fifteen minutes before I decided which one I wanted, and Jon paid for it. Jon took it from me, and kept my towel and we walked back to the sun beds. When we were about 20 feet away, I turned and looked back, the audience had gone.

I topped us up with sun tan lotion, and we settled down for another session. I lay on my stomach, and noticed a couple laying on their towels on the sand about 10 feet higher up the beach. They were both naked as well, but the thing that I really noticed was that the woman was laying with her feet well apart, and I could actually see into her vagina. I had never seen anything like that before, and wondered why that was, was she sexually aroused, and would people be able to see up me if I lay like that when aroused. Anyway, about an hour later I was getting hot, and asked Jon if we could go swimming.

Jon agreed, and we went into the water and started swimming and messing around. At one point when we were about waist deep and I was floating on my back (it's a lot easier in salt water), Jon grabbed my feet, and pulled my legs round his waist. He had an erection, and rubbed it against my clit. I had a look round to see how many people were close by, and if anyone was watching, and thought, 'what the hell, ' and pulled myself onto him. It was quite easy floating and being fucked. I could see my big nipples sticking out of the water, they were definitely reacting to the situation. Jon calmly pulled me back and forward so that he was going in and out of me for ages. It was so warm, relaxing, natural and nice, that I wanted it to go on for ever. No one seemed to be bothered by what we were doing, but one or two people did have a good look. I presume that they were trying to make up their minds as to exactly what we were doing. I didn't cum, but Jon did, and after he stopped, we swam back to the beach, and lay on our beds. I was still feeling excited, and decided to lay with my feet on the sand, on either side of the bed. My lips were still swollen and open, and I'm sure that anyone who looked could see right inside me, just like I been able to see inside the woman that had been above us.

There was the usual stream of people walking up and down the beach, some naked, and some with costumes on. The naked ones didn't take any notice of me with my legs wide open, but some of the clothed ones seemed to be spending a lot of time hovering near us. Later on, we went swimming again, but his time we took the masks and snorkels. We spent ages swimming around, and looking at the fish and rocks. It was the first time that I had done anything like that, and I was enjoying myself. I didn't really notice the other people swimming near us, or the fact that there were more of them as time went on. It was only when we came to get out that I realised that we were right in the middle of the area of the beach that didn't have anyone without clothes on. It didn't bother me because Jon was with me, but we got more of the looks that we had got in the morning.

When it got to about 5 o'clock, we packed up and put our T-shirts on, and headed back to the cafe where the bus stopped. We had an ice-cream and sat on the same wall. There were a lot of other people waiting, and I had to sit right at the end with only one bum cheek on the wall. I don't think that I was showing anything. As soon as the bus stopped, everyone rushed to get on. Jon said that is only the British that queue in an orderly manor, and then only in Britain. We ended up having to stand together with lots of others. It was quite cramped, and as the bus bounced along. I felt a hand on my bum. It could have been Jon, he was in the right position, but so was another man. Jon's face didn't tell me anything. Anyway, as the bus bounced along, the hand was getting more ambitious, and was in between my legs, then my pussy. I was getting finger fucked on a crowded bus, and I didn't know who was doing it. In a way that fact alone was enough to get me worked up. When the bus stopped, and we got off, I said to Jon "was that you doing that to me Master." Jon just said, "I wasn't doing anything, what are you talking about Vanessa?" I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

We went straight to the room when we got back, and after a shower, we lay on the bed reading until it was time for dinner. Jon had me wear just my sarong and a baggy top that night. The sarong was tied at my right side, which meant that all my right side had little covering, and I had to be careful sitting down. I hoped that Jon didn't tell me to move the knot round to my stomach. We went out after dinner, and had a few drinks in a couple of bars before having an early night.

Wednesday July 29 I was a bit lazy first thing, and wasn't rushing to get up. My pubic hair was starting to show again, and Jon told me to go and have what he calls the 3 S's, shit, shave and shower. When I reminded Jon that I had brought some wax strip with me, he told me not to bother with the shave part and that he would 'wax' me on the Thursday evening.

We had a lazy day by the hotel pool with me wearing my orange check cotton bikini, well the bottom half anyway. I did manage to go swimming in the pool on my own once, and I made use of the water jet again. It's a very lazy way of having an orgasm. I tried to experiment a bit, and tried to get the jet to fill me up, but I couldn't manage it. I decided that the pressure wasn't great enough to force its way in.

When we got back to our room, we stripped off (as usual) and sat on the side of my bed, looking out of the patio doors, talking. After a while, we lay back with out feet still on the floor, still talking. The next thing I knew was that I was waking up because of a noise outside. I was still half asleep, and realised that we had both fallen asleep, on our backs, on the bed at right angles to the window, with our feet on the floor. As usual these days, my feet were apart. Anyone looking in would get a real good view of our genitals, and they could take as long as they like, because we were asleep. I glanced outside without moving my head, and realised that the noise was a camera automatically winding on to the next frame. One of the girls was taking a photograph of us. The other two girls were also there, and they were all whispering to each other. Not really caring what they were thinking, but wanting to get a bit of excitement out of the situation, I lifted my hand and scratched my belly button, and then put my hand on my pussy, and kept it still, as if I had just scratched myself in my sleep. I waited a few seconds, then started to stroke my lips and clit, slowly at first, then getting faster. I could hear the girls whispering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I started going for it, just as if I were having a 'wet' dream. I even let my other hand grope about until it found Jon's cock, and started playing with that. Jon was starting to get erect, but didn't wake up. At one point I thought that the girls had gone, because I couldn't hear them. But after a while I heard the camera again. I kept going until I had an orgasm, then stopped and pretended to go into a peaceful sleep. A few minutes later there was a loud noise, and I 'woke up'. I sat up and noticed that Jon's erection had gone, and that one of the girls was still on their balcony. I picked up my book and went out and sat on a chair. The girl looked over, and said hello. I said 'hi' back, and started talking about the weather and started a conversation about where each of us had been etc. The usual idle chit-chat. The last time I had spoken to someone in that way, was when I had been in Wales, all those months ago.

The girl's name was Louise, and all 3 were on their second week from Manchester. They were having a great time, and getting a lot of men. Louise asked me if I was worried about being seen on the balcony, naked. I told her that a year ago I wouldn't have dreamed of it, and I told her about how I had changed my life, not about the punishment part, I didn't know if she would understand. I said that it didn't matter because it was 3 girls next door, not 3 rough drunken lager-louts, and I wasn't sure that there was anyone on the other side. "What about the hundreds of rooms in the hotel next door?" she asked. "Too far away" I replied. Louise then said that lots of people take binoculars with them on holiday, "I hadn't thought about that" I said, "but I'm not worried, I'll never meet them, and anyway, I've got Jon to protect me." I asked Louise if she had ever sunbathed or swam naked, but she hadn't, so I said that she should try it. I suggested that she start taking her clothes off somewhere where she felt safe, like on a balcony with her friends there, safety in numbers and all that. Louise said that she would think about it, and talk to her friends. I told her about the beach that we had been to the previous day, and how good it felt sunbathing and swimming naked. I told her that I enjoyed the feeling so much that I had even stopped wearing knickers, that I didn't even own any anymore. That surprised her a bit, but I could see that she was thinking about it. Just then Jon came out of the room, and I watched Louise's eyes looking him up and down, and hovering round his hips. I introduced them, but Louise excused herself and went in.

We had a late dinner that night, before we got a taxi into Ibiza town, and went down to the harbour area. I was wearing just shoes and my dungaree dress, and had had a difficult time in the restaurant making sure that I didn't turn too quick and end up with a breast hanging out. I got a few funny looks from the 'oldies' in the restaurant. Jon was right about Ibiza town being a different world at night, the place was buzzing with life. Restaurants and bars had sprung up everywhere, and there were thousands of people moving about. I got a bit of a surprise at the number of gays and transsexuals, all out dressed as flamboyantly as they could. It was great. I didn't feel at all under- dressed because about 50% of the people seemed to have something showing, on the contrary, at times I felt over-dressed. The whole place was a bit like a giant street party. The shops didn't seem to want to shut, and we went into a few and I tried a couple of dresses on. One of the shops didn't even have a changing room, and I had to change behind a rack of dresses, virtually in full view of the hundreds of people that were passing. The shop assistant didn't bat an eyelid when she saw that I didn't have any knickers on. Another one of the customer did though. We didn't but anything, the prices were aimed at millionaires.

We did find a shop that sold 'love aids', and had a good look around. Jon bought a bigish dildo (I was a bit worried about the size), a vibrator with a separate box that I didn't understand, and a pair of knickers. When I asked Jon about the knickers, he said that these were latex ones, and were for a special purpose, but wouldn't tell me what. In the back of the shop there were 2 small rooms with mirrors on the walls, and a sign saying 'peep show'. I couldn't see what was to 'peep' at, so I asked Jon. He said that the people in one room could 'peep' at the people in the other room. "That could be fun" I said, but Jon just said that the rooms were too small, and we left.

We went in a bar that had a lot of English and German people in it, and tried to get a drink. It took ages trying to get to the bar, then get served because there were so many people. I found out why the bar was called 'Gropers Palace', we hadn't been in there 5 minutes before a felt a hand slide under my dungarees and grab my right breast. I looked at Jon, but he just shrugged his shoulder and continued trying to get the barman's attention. After a few caresses of my nipple, the hand started wandering down to my stomach, and with the size of the waist of the dress, it didn't have any problems. This hand went down to my pussy and started fingering me, and I couldn't even see the face of the man (well I assume it was a man) that the hand belonged to. He was stood directly behind me. It wasn't long before I got wet, but the hand suddenly disappeared, only to be replaced by another one, but this one was definitely a man, it was big and rough. After he had got one of his fingers wet, that hand disappeared as well. I looked round, but no one seemed to be in a position to have been doing it. As I turned back, Jon stuck a beer bottle in my hand, and we moved to a less crowded corner. I told Jon what had happened, and he just asked, "did you enjoy it?" When I said, "well yes, but I was just so surprised" he said, "take your pleasures when you can," and then pointed to a 'man' that really looked outrageous in his make-up, see-through blouse, mini- skirt and high heels. I nearly laughed, but thought I had better not. It got more crowded, and as a man squeezed by, he reached in, and gave my right nipple a tweak. Jon smiled. The place got more crowded, so we moved over to some stairs. They were a narrow spiral staircase, but no one was on them. Jon told me to go up them a bit, that I couldn't get groped up there. How wrong he was, I was only up about half a dozen steps, but that left the hem of my dress at about head height to the people who were still on the main floor. I then realised that they could probably see straight up my dress. Looking down, two men had realised this as well, and were looking straight up at my pussy. After a few words from one on the men to the other, a hand reached out and up.

First contact was right on target. A finger went straight in me without even touching my legs. There was no resistance because I was wet from the 2 other men. After a couple of minutes, Jon turned and looked at me and saw the hand, well the arm actually, and then followed it to the owner. When the owner looked at Jon, Jon just shook his head sideways, and the hand withdrew. Jon grabbed my arm and dragged me into a dark corner of the room, leaned back against a wall, and pulled me backwards onto him. He put one arm round my waist holding my back against his front. He then gave me his beer bottle so that his other hand was free, and he put it between us and I felt him get his cock out. It was getting hard, and he pushed it between my legs and onto my pussy before taking his hand out and taking his beer from me. I had just found another of the benefits of not wearing knickers. He was virtually fucking me in a crowded bar, my dress looked normal from the front, and no one could tell what we were doing, what a turn on. I wiggled my bum about a bit, and managed to get him into me. It was great. We couldn't really 'go for it', otherwise people would have realised, but I did manage some slow movements. At one point, the crowd was really on top of us, and I felt hands grab a breast, and my pussy. I think that the one on my breast was Jon's, and I bet that the one on my pussy got a shock when it found a pussy with a cock in it. Shortly after that I felt Jon's body shudder, then I got that warm feeling of his juice shooting into me. We finished our beers as he softened, and then 'plopped' out. As we were leaving, his juices (and mine) started running down my legs. Not that there was anywhere to do it, but Jon wouldn't let me clean myself up, and it wasn't long before I had dried cum nearly down to my knees.

We went for a walk round the harbour, and up passed where there are a couple of night clubs. We didn't go in, but we did watch some of the people going in. The things that the girls weren't wearing. I thought that I was a little close to the line of decency, but a lot of these girls would get locked-up in England. There was even one girl wearing only a thong and another whose skirt only reached her pussy when she stood still and pulled it down. As soon as she moved a leg, you could see all her trimmed pubic hair. There were some nice hunks of men as well, but Jon wouldn't talk about them. After a while, Jon stopped a taxi, and we went back to the hotel.

Thursday July 30 We went for a late breakfast, just wearing T-shirts, and straight after that, Jon put some shorts on, and went out, leaving me to get a bit more sleep. I saw Louise on their balcony with one of her friends, and I said, "Hi," but we didn't chat.

When Jon got back, he told me that he had hired a car for the rest of the holiday. It turned out to be one on those ugly Ford Ka cars. Jon had me put on just my sarong, and white bikini top only, and we packed our things and went out. We went for a drive in the country, so that I could see more of the Spanish culture, Jon wanted to educate me as well. We stopped at a little roadside cafe for some lunch, and learned a little more about the Spanish speed of life. Still, it didn't matter, we were in no hurry, and we were sat out in the sun.

When we got moving again, I asked Jon if I could sit in the back, and try to get some sleep, I still hadn't quite recovered from the booze the previous night. He said it was okay, and that he would wake me when we got to anywhere worth stopping. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke, I was laid on my back with my head at one side of the car, and my feet at the other, one foot on the floor, and the other bent at the knee, on the car seat. In effect, with my legs wide open. It took me a while to realise that the car was stopped, that Jon wasn't in it, and that we were in the middle of a town.

The bit that really startled me was that there were lots of people walking passed the car. Jon had parked on the side of a main road, and left me showing everything that I had got to anyone who happened to look in, and some were. Jon had left one of the windows open a bit, and I could hear what people were saying. When I finally realised that I should move, there were a group of teenage lads looking at me and saying all the usual things. I moved, and got out of the car and went for a little walk to stretch my legs, and met Jon coming towards me. "You're awake then" he said, and I asked him what time it was. He said that we had been parked there for an hour, but I'm not so sure, it didn't seem that long. Well I hope it wasn't. We drove off, and came to this little beach called Cala Conta where there are trees and sand dunes. We parked in the trees, and went down a bit of a cliff to a small beach that was full of naked people. Jon said that the big sandy part was round the corner.

We couldn't find enough space on the small sandy bit, so we went along the rocks, and found a place there. No sooner than we had laid everything down, Jon gave me my mask and snorkel, and told me that we were going for a swim. This was of course in the nude. We swam round, looking at all the fish and the rocks, and I suddenly realised that we had swum round the corner to the place where everyone was wearing something, except us. It didn't really matter because we were in the water, but there were other people, using masks, who were taking more interest in us than the fish. Jon was oblivious to this, but I wasn't, and I was collecting a little gathering of young teenage boys. Not feeling very brave at that moment, I swam over to Jon, and told him. He just told me to practice my floating, on my back with my legs open.

"Let them have a good look, it will do them good" he said. What else could I do except obey him. Fortunately, after about 10 minutes, they got bored, and moved on, but not before one or two had got so close that I thought that if I suddenly closed my legs, then I would give them some bruised ears. A couple of hours later, we left, and I again lay in the back. Jon didn't warn me, but we stopped for some petrol, and I discovered that not all Spanish petrol stations are 'self service'. All of a sudden there was a young man stood next to the car, pumping petrol in, and looking straight at my pussy. Jon was stood behind him waving his hands, trying to tell me to stay still. These Spanish petrol pumps are very slow as well, I could see the pump, and it was taking about 30 seconds for each litre. Jon stopped him after 25 litres, and gave him some money. Not very bright either, it took ages to sort the change out.

When we got back to our room, Jon said that it was time for my waxing, and searched for something to restrain me. I realised what he was doing and told him that it wouldn't be necessary. I could take the pain. I got out the wax strips and then lay on my bed waiting. Jon started at my ankles and moved up my legs. The pain was bad, but I was expecting worse. The ones on my pubic bone were quite bad, but then Jon told me to lift my legs above my head, and to hold my ankles with my legs wide open. Jon asked me if I wanted a gag, and when I said yes, he put the ball-gag on me. In a way, that was a relief, because it meant that I could scream, knowing that the noise couldn't get our. And scream I did. The wax really stuck to the inside of my labia quite well, in-spite of the juices that I was producing. At one point, I looked out of the patio doors, and I'm almost sure that I saw Louise looking at me, but Jon suddenly ripped another strip off, and when the pain subsided and I looked again, she was gone. At last Jon was finished, and he let me get up and take the gag off and look at myself in the mirror as I rubbed cream on myself. Yes, I was nice and smooth, but I was also bright red. Jon said that the best way to cool down, was to go and have a swim.

I put my white costume on (for the first time that holiday), and we went down to the pool. I was having trouble keeping the 2 sides together at the front, and I'm sure that my clit was hanging out. I jumped straight into the water, and it was lovely and cool on my pussy. I pulled the sides apart, so that the water could circulate easier. Jon dived in, and we swam around for a while before I found myself near the jet of water. I looked at Jon and said, "can I?"

"Go on then, but you will have to fuck me afterwards if you do" he said. So I did, it was wonderful, slowly moving slightly so that the jet hit me at different angles. I could feel the orgasm building up from deep in my belly, and I nearly sank as I 'froze' when I came. Afterwards I put my legs round Jon's waist and we fucked. The young kids in the pool were ignoring us, but some of the handful of teenagers were looking at us, presumably trying to decide what we were doing. I was glad that Jon had had me make the swimming costume the way he had, and it was a good job that the jet of water is in a part of the pool that doesn't have any sun beds near. Otherwise we would have had an audience of adults, and I'm not sure what some of the older people might have said.

I didn't cum, but Jon did, and when I told him that I hadn't cum this time, he said, "don't worry, you will." We got out, and went to the outside bar for a drink, I had a real job trying to keep the two sides of my costume together, and even resorted to holding my towel in front of me. Jon wouldn't let me do that when we were sat at a table in the bar, and I daren't cross my legs. The waitress that served us had a good look, but didn't say anything. Back in the room, Jon told me to have a shower, then sit on the balcony to dry-off properly. After I had been there for a while, he brought out the bag of things that he had bought in Ibiza town. He got out the vibrator, and put the battery in it. It wasn't very thick or very long, and when he gave it to me, it seemed different to the one back home. He told me to move my chair nearer the railings, and put my feet on top of the railings about two feet apart. I then had to use the vibe to masturbate, without it switched on, and to stop just before I reached an orgasm. Jon could tell when I was about to cum, and grabbed the vibe, and told me to grab the chair's arm. I hadn't a clue what was about to happen, but Jon went inside and then came back after a couple of minutes with the vibrator and the black latex knickers. He then pushed the vibe right into me (still not switched on), gave me the knickers and said, "put them on Vanessa". They were a very tight fit, and it took ages to get them into place. The vibrator had no chance of slipping out. Jon gave me my book, and we spent the next hour reading, me wearing more than Jon - for a change. The man from one of our neighbours came out on their balcony, had a look down to the pool, said, "hello," then disappeared back inside. One of Louise's friends did the same a bit later. I was going to try to talk to her, but she disappeared before I had had chance.

We went down for dinner at about 8:30, me in my lacy net dress. I could see the black latex knickers through the material so I know that other people could. It seemed so strange wearing knickers again, even if they were rubber ones. It had been over 2 months since I've worn them. In the restaurant, I decided to have something different to Jon, and Jon had got his and was sat at our table before I had even managed to get at the food because the queue was so long. I was just stood there waiting for this fat woman to make her mind up, when all of a sudden I got the amazing shock. The vibe in me burst into life. It only lasted a few seconds, but the shock was so much that I dropped my plate. It was so embarrassing apologising to the waiter who came to clear the mess up, but I couldn't tell him why I had dropped it. When I finally got my food and got back to the table, Jon had nearly finished his food, and when I told him what had happened, he reckoned that it must have been a loose connection. I was also told that I would get punished for dropping the plate. It happened again when I was bringing my ice-cream back to the table, but I managed to hang on to that. The third time was when we were in the hotel bar, we were perched on the high stools, which was a bit painful, but at least I didn't have to worry about men looking up my dress. Just before it went off, I noticed Jon put his hand in his pocket, and when it stopped, he brought his hand out. I'd already noticed a bulge in his pocket - no, a square one, and I wondered if it was related to the vibe going off, I'd remembered reading something about a remote controlled vibrator, and wondered. When I asked Jon, he admitted that it was a remote control in his pocket.