Chapter 9

Saturday December 12 Jon woke me up at 4 o'clock in the morning. When I finally came round he told me to pack a bag as we were going on holiday. It was my birthday on the Tuesday and Jon had decided to 'treat his little slave'. At 8'oclock we were getting on a plane to Tenerife. When we got there it was great to feel the heat as the plane door opened. Walking across the tarmac I had trouble with my dress blowing up. Jon told me that Tenerife was a quite a windy island, particularly in the winter. I said that I could get used to winters like that. The coach took us to Playa de las Americas and a Hotel called Columbus. We had a room that over-looking the swimming pool. The weather wasn't as good as Ibiza had been, but it was still a hell of a lot warmer than England, and we stripped off and sat on the balcony. I'd seen one woman topless by the pool so I wasn't worried when Jon told me to take my dress off. When I was sat on a chair on the balcony people walking beside the pool would have trouble telling if I was topless, never mind bottomless.

After about 30 minutes soaking up the sun Jon decided that he was hungry and told me to put on a short wrap-round skirt and crop top, while he just put on his baggy short running shorts and we went looking for a restaurant. As we were walking down the street I realised that a lot of people were going to see the lower half of my naked body that week, the wind was bad. We found a caf, down the street and had a good meal. After that we decided to go for a walk to see what was there. Every time that we came to a corner I was expecting my skirt to fly up. It did quite a few times and I got a few wolf- whistles. Jon was enjoying it, and so was I in a way, Jon told me that the only time that I could hold my skirt down was if there was a policeman looking. The Spanish police can (he said) be a funny lot and lock you up for a very trivial reason. He said that he had often seen them treat holidaymakers very badly.

We found a shopping mall that wasn't that big, and Jon said that we'd go back later. There were dozens of tourist type shops that Jon said we would avoid. We also found a sex shop, but it was closed. We wandered back to the apartment and got there as it was getting dark. Jon went to the bar, but told me to go and put on (in) my Ben Wa balls and come back to the bar. When I got back he was chatting to a couple of girls that were about my age, or maybe a little younger. Jon introduced them (Emma and Chloe) to me. They were on their second week there and they told us about the main drinking area at the other end of town. Jon asked about beaches and they said that there was one up by the lively part of town, but not many more around that part of the island. Jon asked if they knew of and naturist beaches and after couple of seconds silence, Emma said that she had heard someone talking about a little beach a mile or so up the coast, but she said that she didn't know exactly where it was as they hadn't been. Jon said that we would be looking for it and asked them if they would like to come. Emma said that we didn't look like naturists, and Jon laughed and said, "what does a naturist look like?" That stumped them a bit and they had to admit that neither of them had thought about it. Emma looked at Chloe and said, "what do you think, shall we go with them?" Chloe replied, "let's think about it."

Jon told then that we were both naturists, and told me to stand up and prove it. Without hesitation I stood up and lifted the front of my skirt up and showed them my knickerless, bald pussy. I just stood there until Jon said, "OK Vanessa, you can sit down now." Emma said that that didn't prove anything as she often went out in a short skirt and no knickers. Jon said that I ALWAYS went without knickers. We then had a conversation about how I kept my pubes so smooth and not itchy. Both girls were interested in the machine that I have, especially as I told them that I no longer needed it because the hair wasn't growing back. A waiter came by just then and Jon ordered us all some more drinks then asked them where they were going that night. When Chloe said that they had intended either staying there or just going to one of the local bars, Jon asked if they would like to join us for the evening. We never got further than the apartment bar that night and we ended up getting quite drunk. I have vague memories of being sprawled out on a big sofa and Emma asking me what it had been like removing my pubic hair, one by one. but not much else, I do know that Jon fucked me that night because I woke up next morning with a sore and very sloppy pussy.

Sunday December 13 Woke up with one hell of a bad head. Jon had one as well, but no where near as bad as mine. We didn't have any breakfast and spent the first half of the morning drinking water on the balcony. About lunchtime Jon told me to put just my bikini skirt, over-sized bikini top and shoes on and go and get us some food. I walked to a supermarket just down the road and had some fun squatting down to get something from the bottom shelf when people were walking by, and bending over in front of man on the checkout. Each time someone gave me a filthy look or a smile I just smiled back at them. On the way back one man turned round and followed me after the front of my skirt blew up as he was walking towards me. I guess that he was hoping for a rear view as well, so just before the Hotel entrance I bent over to 'adjust' my shoe. He must have had a great view of my ass and pussy.

After breakfast / lunch we went and hired a little jeep and Jon took me to a little village about 3 miles up the coast. There was only a cafe and the odd shop there, but Jon wasn't interested in them. We walked out of the village up a hill and onto the coast path. At the top of the hill Jon told me to strip off and we walked a couple of hundred yards to where the path went down into a little valley. There was a minute little beach in the bottom, and a number of little ramshackle homes made of rocks and anything else that had washed-up.

There were a few people around them who Jon said were dropouts. As we walked down I saw that they were all scruffy and thin, I guess that Jon was right. No one took any notice of us and we walked up the other side of the valley. In the next valley there was a beach about 100 yards long with some 'white' sand (unlike the 'black' sand in Playa de las Americas). There were only about a dozen or so people on them, all naked.

Jon decided where we were going to settle, and we lay on our towels for about an hour. I dozed off, and when I woke up a youngish couple were just above us with a baby that looked no more than a couple of weeks old. The couple were naked as well, and the woman was laid with her legs open. When I looked up towards her I could see that her pussy lips were open, and so was her hole, about an inch. I could see right into her. About an hour later the man pitched a tent a little way up the hill, and they went and moved into it. The waves started getting bigger and bigger, and Jon decided that getting them crashing over us would really wake us up. So, in we went, slowly at first, then right into them. It was really cold and the waves were pushing us all over the place. We came out for a rest and I noticed that Jon had got a hard- on. He said that it was the waves pounding down on him that caused it. As we sat there 2 men and 3 women dropouts came over the hill and down onto the beach. They stripped off (which didn't take more than a couple of seconds as non of them had more than 1 article of clothing on), and into the waves they went. As we watched I noticed that the 2 men also got a hard-on. We went back in, and it wasn't long before I was watching 3 men with rampant erections getting bounced about by the waves.

The 3 women dropouts seemed to be amused by it as well, as they were having a bit of a giggle. Jon saw what was going on, came over to me and grabbed my solid nipples and said, "It's getting you as well." Before I had time to answer he picked me up pushed his dick between my legs. He said, "Put your legs round me," and gave me a long French kiss during which time his dick pushed its way into me. There we were, having sex stood on a public beach and no one batted an eyelid. Jon walked to the water's edge and we collapsed with him on top, and still inside me. I looked up and down the beach and saw that all the drop-outs were in a heap having some sort of orgy, and that another couple were at it as well. It felt good having sex out in the open like that, and even better when Jon rolled us over so that I was on top. I got onto my knees and rode him as fast as I could. I had just had my second orgasm when Jon came, holding me still as he jerked the final drops out of him and into me.

After that we went back into the water and washed all the sand off us before Jon decided that he wanted me to give him a blowjob. He lay on his towel and told me to get down on my knees and bend over him. He said that I had to make sure that my open pussy was visible to anyone who looked down the beach. While I was doing that a young couple walked along the beach. They stopped and watched us for a minute or so before moving on. When Jon came I swallowed all his cum, then licked him clean before we settled down and enjoyed the sun. When it came time to leave we both walked naked, back to the top of the hill before the village. A German couple seemed a little surprised as we met coming over the top of a ridge. I bet that they got more of a surprise when they got to the beach.

We covered-up before walking down into the village and we had a drink and ice cream at the cafe right on the sea front. It was windy down there, and it wasn't long before my little skirt had blown over and the waiter and other customers could see everything.

Back at the Hotel we bumped into Emma and Chloe in the bar. They said that they were going out with some blokes that they'd met, that night. Emma gave me my Ben Wa balls back and said that they were good. I asked her how she got them, but all she would say was that I gave them to her the previous night. I can't remember a thing about it, it must have been when we were in the bar, but that's all I know. Jon wouldn't tell me anything either.

That night we went into the 'lively' part of town for a drink and some food. Jon told me that I wouldn't have to worry about my dress blowing up. What he didn't tell me until just before we went out was that I had to wear my lacy dress, the one with thousands of holes that looks quite normal until you get close-up when you realise that you can see everything through it. Well, it was dark outside. Jon said that we weren't going to drink much that night so we took the car. We walked the last bit and soon found ourselves in this noisy area with someone outside each bar trying to talk us into going in. We went into one on the street side that that had a TV playing a Chubby Brown video. Jon had heard his voice and said, "we're going in there." We spent the next hour laughing at some brilliant but filthy jokes; it was great.

From there we went into a rather bright McDonalds and had a burger. One or two people (men) looked at me, but there again there were a few other young girls wearing very little as well. It was the girls who were not with men that got most of the attention. All in all we had a pleasant evening with nothing special happening.

Week commencing December 14 Monday - My Birthday. Jon got me up early and we both went to the supermarket. I had to wear just a sarong that didn't cover much even before I started bending down or the wind started. Jon wore just a T-shirt that was a bit baggy, and once or twice I managed to see the end of his dick peaking out. In the supermarket we decided to have a bit of fun with this middle-aged couple who looked a bit stuffy. We got ourselves about 10 feet ahead of them then we both bent over so that both our asses were on show to them. The man kept a straight face and ignored us, but the woman looked a bit flustered and said, "well really!" as they walked passed us. We just looked at each other and laughed.

After breakfast we drove up the coast and found a deserted beach. It wasn't very big, but it did have a few sun-beds on it. We took 2 of them and soaked up the sun for a while before Jon decided that he was going for a walk - naked. I lay there naked day dreaming and quite unconsciously opened my legs and started masturbating. After I had cum I fell asleep with my feet either side of the sun-bed. I started dreaming and can still remember what I was dreaming about. I was a slave in a jail in some Arabian city. There were other girls there all naked like me. One by one the girls were taken out. When it came to my turn I was dragged out into some open-air room where I was tied to a big post on top of a big step. I was being auctioned off and the auctioneer was inviting people to come up and 'check me out'. I was being groped and prodded all over, and I was eventually sold to a man who tied my hands to the back of his horse and led me through the streets, naked to his home.

When we got there he thrashed my backside until it hurt, then made me masturbate in front of his whole household. There were about a dozen people watching me and talking about me. A woman was describing my shaved pubes and little cock, but I couldn't see her. It was then that I slowly woke up and realised that the woman was real. She was with a man on the beach a few feet in front of me, and they were talking about me. They obviously though that I was still asleep as I watched them through my sunglasses - good invention for people wanting to see but not be seen to be looking.

They were naked and hadn't realised that I was awake. As I looked at them they got the urge and they fucked each other doggy style, right in front of me. I couldn't help myself, my right hand continued what it started before. I was still quietly playing with myself when they finished, stood up and walked away. As they went I heard the man say "hell of a dream she's having." I watched them walk down the beach and saw Jon walking back towards them and me. When he got to me he told me to finish myself off and he told me that he had watched it all. He sat on the end of the sun-bed and watched as I thought about my Arabian slave Master and brought myself to another orgasm.

About an hour later Jon decided that we were going shopping and we drove back to Playa de las Americas. We went to the shopping mall that we found on the first day and wandered around. We found a shop that sold dresses and managed to find a few that Jon liked. The young Spanish girl got a bit flustered when I took the sarong off in the middle of the shop and tried the dresses on. She kept trying to say something about 'someone might come in', but Jon just kept saying, "don't worry." Someone did come in, one of her mates. They stood there speaking Spanish at a hell of a rate. They kept looking over to us and pointing, but we ignored them. We eventually found one that Jon liked, it was very thin and silky, and only just covered my butt. I reckoned that if I bent over even the slightest bit then anyone behind me would be able to see my butt. It had spaghetti straps and the front over my breasts was 'different'. It was baggy and the way it hung on me even I could see my nipples. Anyone looking straight at me from the front wouldn't have been able to see my breasts, but if they were close enough to look down at me then they would see what I could see. From below my breasts it wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose. After Jon paid we left, found a cafe and had a late lunch. Nothing exciting there, and we went back to the Hotel. Jon told me to have a rest as it was going to be a long night.

When we went out I wore my new dress and the remote vibe. To get to the night-club we took a taxi, and I'm sure that the driver got a got view as I bent over to get in. As we moved off he switched the interior light on, and adjusted his mirror and I suspected that it was so that he could have a look at my legs. I thought that I would tease him a bit so I slowly opened my knees. Because they were up a bit, I think that he would have had a good view of my pussy. Not sure if Jon noticed or not, he didn't react.

The club was big; it had lots of rooms and one big dance floor where the ceiling was about 30 feet above us. There were 3 cages hanging from the ceiling and I asked Jon what they were for. He said that it was for people who wanted to get high on their dancing. I wasn't sure what he meant and didn't say anything.

We went to the restaurant and had a fantastic meal. It must have cost Jon lots of money. We even had a big bottle of champagne. French not the cheap Spanish stuff. Jon had told me to pull my dress up as we sat down to eat, to make sure that I didn't leave a wet patch on the back of it. He wouldn't let me use a serviette so each time the waiter came to serve me he could see my bare pubes, and down the front of my dress. I had nearly forgotten about the vibe until Jon switched it on while the waiter was serving the main course. It startled me a bit and I let out a bit of a gasp. The waiter ignored me. Jon left it on just long enough for me to start getting worked up, and then switched it off.

When the waiter came to serve my dessert we had been waiting a while (I think the champagne helped as well), and I had started to relax and lay back against the back of the chair. I never thought about what the waiter would see, and he gave a slight gasp as he saw me naked from my hips down. I smiled and sat up straight, but the waiter just carried on as if nothing had happened. While I was eating my sweat Jon gave the vibe a quick burst "just to keep you topped up" he said.

From the restaurant we went for a wander round and discovered that some of the little rooms had their own little dance floors and different music. The rooms seemed to have themes according to the type of music that they were playing. We went to the main dance floor that was getting quite busy by then and danced for about half an hour before finding one of the bars. It was circular and sunk low in the floor so that the counter was half way between my knees and pussy. There were only 3 girls behind the bar, but I bet the male members of staff wanted to work there so that they could see up the skirts of the female customers. I'm sure that if any of them looked at me they would have seen my naked pussy, but there again I bet they've seen so many naked pussies staring down at them that they just don't bother any more. As we stood there drinking, Jon switched the vibe on again and left it on until I was so close to cumming that I was looking forward to my first orgasm of the night. However, Jon being Jon, knew exactly when to stop it and I was left frustrated. He must have seen the disappointment on my face because he said, "later V, later." As Jon was ordering another drink one of girls behind the bar decided that she needed to go somewhere because she started to climb onto the bar to get over it. In doing so her little short skirt lifted up to reveal a naked, trimmed pussy. I looked at Jon and said, "did you see that!"

"Yes" he replied, "nice, but not as nice as yours." A nice 'loved' feeling came over me for a second. When the girl came back she did it again, but this time we got a great view of her small backside. I could just see her dark lips for a second. I finished my drink before Jon and asked if we could go dancing again. Jon said that he wasn't, but that I could, but that I had to wait until some one got off one of the pillars and then dance on there. There were about 6 of these pillars spread around the edge of the dance floor. They were about 5 feet off the ground and wide enough for only one person dancing on them at a time.

To get onto them there was 3 large concrete steps that people were sitting on. A few minutes later 2 of the pillars became vacant. I headed for the nearest one and climbed on. Even getting up the steps must have given the people sat on them a great view of my ass. When I got onto the pillar itself I realised that if anyone either sat ion the steps, or stood on the floor cared to look up they would have easily been able to see what I wasn't wearing.

The music started, and I started dancing. A little bit later the vibe started and my dancing rhythm changed, I looked down to see Jon looking up at me. I turned to face him and I could see him playing with the remote control. He started pointing to my legs and then opening his arms, to tell me to open my legs, so I did, about a foot. I knew that he was looking straight at my pussy, and so were the 3 or 4 young men that were stood near Jon. I didn't care; in fact I was enjoying it. Jon brought me so close to the edge so many times that I was getting almost desperate to cum. I was staring down at the young men. And tried to read their lips. They were obviously talking about me and I'm sure that one of them was pointing to my juices that were running down the insides of my legs.

Jon obviously didn't want me to cum, but it he kept up the same 'on and off time periods' then it wasn't going to be long before he had no more say in the matter. After another couple of on and off sessions it happened. I stopped dancing and my body just shook. It was one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever had. It lasted for ages.

After that I decided that I needed to get down and have a drink, so, being the girl that I am, I sat down on the edge of the pillar with my knees about a foot apart with my legs straight out, and said, "can someone help me down please?" These 4 young men all moved forward, but one of them managed to get in between my legs. His face was right in front of my pussy. He wasn't going to rush to do anything, so I said, "come on then, help me down." He was strong, his arms came out and up behind my dangling legs and round my waist. This meant that as he pulled me forward, my legs went over his shoulders. As he pulled me forward his face went right into my pussy. He stepped back and then lowered me down to the floor, but it was my head that was going down. My knees were over his shoulders and I was rapidly getting upside down with my dress rushing down to meet my face. Luckily, the pressure of him holding me upside down against himself, stopped it from going all the way, and my body was only exposed down (or should I say up) to just below my breasts.

The young man held me there and turned to his mates who cheered, moved towards me and started groping me. One had just managed to get a finger in me when Jon stepped forward, pushed his way in and lifted me up saying "Thank you gentlemen, I'll take my wife from there." As Jon lowered me down my dress fell back into place and the young men walked away. They didn't look happy that Jon had spoilt their fun, and in a way I was disappointed as well.

We went to a different bar and had another drink. I was getting a bit drunk by then, and I think that Jon was as well. About 2 drinks and a smooch later (where Jon had his hands on my bum (under my dress) while I gave him a long French kiss), the DJ announced that the cages were being lowered, and that if anyone wanted to dance in them then they were to go to see him. Jon told me to go, and when I found the DJ there was another girl wanting to have a go. The DJ said okay, and told us which cage to go to. There was a man there when I got there, and he opened the door for me, then locked me in.

As I was waiting for the cage to go up, some drunks started saying silly things like "look at the monkey,"

"where's your banana" and "monkeys don't wear clothes." That seemed to give them the excuse to reach in and try to pull my dress up. Unfortunately, with the cage only being about 3 feet square, there wasn't anywhere that I could go, and my dress was up round my waist when the cage started going up. You can imaging the comments from the drunks when they saw that I didn't have any knickers on. In a way I was enjoying them seeing me like that, but I wasn't keen on the fact that they were drunk and all trying to grope me. Jon was watching, but I knew that he wouldn't interfere, as there was no chance of me coming to any harm.

The cage only went up about 8 feet above the ground, just high enough so that people on the dance floor couldn't reach it. When I looked round I could see the other 2 cages, both had girls in them and both were dancing. One of the girls looked as if she was only wearing a bikini, and the other had a mini skirt and bikini bra on. I started dancing and had just got into the swing of it when my pussy suddenly jerked. Jon had switched vibe on again. He was playing the same game as last time - on for a couple of minutes, then off for a couple of minutes. I looked down to see where he was, but couldn't see him. After about 5 minutes strobe and spotlights came on and were moving all over the place. Then 3 fixed spotlights came and light up the 3 cages. Shortly after that 3 (probably - I couldn't see the other 2) more light came on, they were sunk into the floor and were directly below the cages.

Yes, light was flooding right up my body from below, which meant that anyone stood below could look up and see what I wasn't wearing; and more to the point, the juices that were running down the inside of my legs. Jon had as usual been keeping me right on the edge of an orgasm which meant that my juices were really flowing. If Jon kept it up for much longer then they would be dripping down onto the people below. Because of the bright lights I couldn't see who was below me, or if they were looking up at me. But that wasn't at the front of my mind, it was the orgasm that was building in me. The excitement of knowing that hundreds of people could be watching me and even looking at my naked pussy as I slowly danced and was getting extremely close to cumming only made it worse (or should I say better).

When I finally came I stopped dancing and just shook. I think that I screamed, but no one would have been able to hear me anyway. Jon must have been watching and realised that I had cum because the rhythm of the vibe going on and off changed. Jon left it on and brought me to a second climax before he switched it off. It didn't come back on, and I slowly came down from my sexual 'high', then started dancing again. Not only were my pussy juices dripping off me, but sweat must have been as well. I could certainly feel it running down my body, and my dress was sticking to me in places as well.

After about another 10 minutes up there I was beginning to think that I was stuck in that cage forever, I was tired and thirsty. Looking over to the other 2 cages I saw that one of the girls had stopped dancing and was sitting on the bottom of the cage, so I did too. There wasn't enough space to put my legs out in front of me so I had to bring my knees up. The bars on the bottom of the cage were about six inches apart and my backside was resting evenly over 2 of the bars. This meant that my pussy was being pulled slightly apart in between the bars. It must have been quite a sight for anyone below, but I didn't care, in fact when I realised, a little tingle went through my stomach and I felt a little more juice flow.

I don't know how long after I sat down that the cage was lowered, the next thing that I remember is a man with a big grin on his face leaning through the open door and pulling me up by my hand. I think that he said something to me as he pulled me up and out, but I can't remember what. Jon grabbed me as I started walking away from the cage and took me to a corner of the room to sit down and recover. He brought me a long cool drink that disappeared down my throat very quickly. Just as I was starting to get a bit of life back into me Jon decided that he wanted to have me there and then so I had to sit on his lap with my back to him and one leg either side of his while he fucked me. I'm sure that some of the people near by knew what we were doing, but nobody seemed to care. I didn't cum again, but I remember that lovely feeling of his jism shooting into me. He lifted me off him straight away, and he held the back of my dress up as I sat down on the cushion next to him. As I watched him put his dick away I thought about the sticky white stains that would be on the cushion when the cleaners came round next day.

Shortly after that we left and got a taxi back to the apartment. The driver didn't look at us as he drove us back. If he had, he would have seen that my dress hem was on my stomach and pussy open to catch the cool air of the night.

Tuesday - It was late morning when I woke up. Jon was already up and had been to get us some breakfast. He'd only worn a T-shirt to the supermarket and he told me that he had accidentally flashed the girl on the checkout when he'd picked-up all the items that he'd bought. Two of them had trapped his T- shirt and pulled it up when he'd lifted them up. Apparently the girl had gasped and blushed when she'd seen his dick and that it was then that he'd realised what had happened. He said that he'd just apologised and left leaving the girl watching him walk away.

It was a bright sunny day and as we eat breakfast on the balcony (hadn't seen anyone in the rooms on either side of us since we got there); Jon told me that we were going to go to a Hotel just outside Playa de las Americas. I put on just a short wrap-round skirt and crop top and we set off. Just as we walked out of reception the wind caught my skirt and a group of people who were just arriving got any eyeful. I wasn't really looking forward to spending the day in some Hotel or other, but if that was what Jon wanted, then... The Hotel Fanabe looked just like any other Hotel even when we walked around the place. It was when Jon took me into the lift and it arrived on the Hotel roof that I understood why Jon took me there. There was swimming pool and sun-beds on the roof, and it was clothing optional. There were already about a dozen people there, and all but one was naked. Half of them were old and wrinkly, but there was a young couple with some young kids and a group of 4 young German sounding people, 3 girls and one youth.