Hi, it
seems quite a long time since I wrote about any of our adventures. Jon thought
so as well, and when we got back from this summer’s holiday he told me to
write about some of the exciting ‘events’ that took place.
It all
started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon
arrived home from work in a big 4x4. He said that he’d borrowed it for a
while. Nothing more was said until a couple of hours later Bridie arrived with a
suitcase in her hand. It was then that Jon told me that we were going camping in
the south of France and Spain for couple of weeks. There’s nothing new in me
being the last to know about holidays, in fact I like the sudden surprise of
being in ‘normal’ mode one minute, then being on the way to the sun next. It
seems more exciting.
That
evening we loaded up the car and Jon went through the clothes and other things
that Bridie and I wanted to take. As usual, Jon removed a few items before all
three of us went to bed together.
The alarm
went off at 3 in the morning and I went for a shower. I went to get breakfast
ready leaving Bridie bouncing up and down on Jon. Because it was so early Jon
told Bridie and me not to bother with any clothes and we set off. Being naked in
the car didn’t bother me, but Bridie was a little apprehensive as she hasn’t
had much experience of been naked in a moving car.
On the
drive down to Dover we had a great time catching up on all the happenings since
we last saw Bridie. She’s still having problems finding the right man. She
rarely has problems getting the first few dates, but as soon as they want to get
more serious they all start expecting her to start wearing underwear and longer
skirts. Jon told her that the next time she meets a man that she really fancies,
to bring him round to our house. Jon said that he’d talk some sense into the
man.
Anyway,
after a none eventful drive we stopped just outside Dover for a stretch and for
Bridie and me to put a dress on. It still amazes me the way motorist drive round
in their own little world not noticing what’s going on in the other cars on
the roads. It’s as if they get tunnel vision when they get into a car and only
see what’s directly in front of them.
After a
none eventful Channel crossing we stopped at a big Carrefour supermarket in
Calais to fill up with cheap diesel (well, cheaper than England), and get some
Euros. Jon also told Bridie and me to ‘get-em off’ again as we started off
on the long haul south.
The first
really amazing events were the Motorway Toll pay booths. Being a British vehicle
it's right hand drive which meant that it was whoever was in the front passenger
seat had to pay the tolls. Not much of a problem when Jon was in that seat,
although at least one toll collector noticed a naked female driver, the real fun
was when Bridie or me were in that seat.
At one
stop in an Aires just south of Paris Jon decided that it was time that I was
restrained into the back seat. Bridie spent about 10 minutes roping my ankles to
the front headrests and my wrists to the back seat-belt anchor points. Just to
finish-off the job a vibe was placed where it belongs and I had to spend a
couple of hours getting all worked-up and cumming a few times as Bridie kept
turning the speed up and down. That was the first time that the back seat of
that 4x4 got wet with my pussy juices.
You should
have seen the face of the toll collector when Bridie drew attention to herself
and then pointed to me enough times so that the toll collector looked into the
back seat. It didn’t help that Jon wound down the back window and went at
snail speed until I was out of sight.
It was
good to get over the Pyrenees and down into that really warm climate. It just
makes me feel so good – a different good to the one I’ve just described
above. Not that the midlands on England has been that bad (for a change) these
last couple of months. I’ve spent a few days improving my all-over tan when
Jon left me restrained to the scaffolding frame with only a covering of sun tan
lotion to hide my modesty (ha).
Anyway,
the first campsite was about 100 miles south of Barcelona. It was quite crowded
and the pitches were quite small. We gave one or two men a bit of a thrill as we
bent over quite a lot putting the tent up. The other thing was that Jon told us
we had to use the men’s showers every day, and not to lock the doors. We gave
a few men a pleasant surprise. The other thing about the showers was that I have
these towels that when I wrap them round me they don’t quite meet. They leave
a strip of bare flesh all the way up to the little fasteners that stop them from
falling off. Another thing is that they are not very long. When I fasten them
just above my little breast they just come down to the top of my pussy. The
slightest bend or even when I walk, shows my bum and pussy. Great when I’m
being followed. Bridie doesn’t have that problem, unless she rolls the top
over a bit.
The
interesting ‘event’ that took place around that time was when we went to a
naturist beach. It was quite crowded when we got there and as we walked alone
the water’s edge looking for somewhere to put our towels down Jon suddenly
stopped us and said that he had an idea. Apparently he’d remembered something
that had happened to him when he’d gone on a holiday to a Greek island with
some of his mates. He told us that he wanted Bridie and me to recreate it using
a group of young men that were a bit along the beach from us. This is what he
told us to do: -
I went on
my own and lay my towel down near them so that my feet were quite close to their
heads. As I lay my towel down I bent over so that my pussy was fully visible to
them. I saw (and heard) one of them let his mates know that I was on display.
Next I turned to face them, smiled at them then pealed my dress slowly off. I
then put some sun tan lotion and lay down with my feet well apart so that they
had a great view.
For the
next 30 minutes I slowly worked myself up thinking about them. Every minute or
so I’d look over to them or pretend to scratch an itch that slowly go closer
and closer to the inside of my pussy. By the time that Bridie arrived I was
actually scratching my clit and putting a finger inside.
When
Bridie arrived she followed Jon’s instructions to the letter. She said,
‘Hi’ to me then smiled at the group of men. Next she peeled her dress off
and stood with her feet either side of my head facing the men. Next she squatted
down so that her pussy was just a few inches from my face. I couldn’t resist
it, I lifted my head and gave her little clit a quick flick with my tongue.
Bridie stood up a said quite loudly, “later lover”. You should have seen the
faces of the men. I saw one ‘tent’ deflate. With that we packed up and went
to where Jon was.
We got the
train into Barcelona a couple of days and went on the tourist busses. Phew was
it hot in Barcelona, one of those big digital temperature / time displays said
that it was 39 centigrade. We got off the train at Catalunya Square.
The station is underneath the square which has a few strips of grass that people
laid out on. We gave a few men a pleasant view but had to be careful, as there
were lots of policemen walking about.
We went
into the big apartment store (can’t remember the name) but it has lots of
escalators. We left Jon outside and made sure that lots of men had a pleasant
surprise.
As we were
walking down one of the streets Jon suddenly burst out laughing. When he stopped
we went into this sandwich shop called ‘Fresh and Ready’. When Bridie asked
Jon what he was laughing about he said, “A good pussy is like a good sandwich,
‘Fresh and Ready’”.
The next
‘event’ was when we moved up the coast a bit and Jon took us to Universal
Mediterranean - Port Aventure. Jon told me to wear one of my halter tops that
isn’t quit long enough to cover the bottom of my breasts. As well as that I
wore one of my bikini cover-up skirts (without the bikini bottoms), that
doesn’t quite meet at the side. Anyone who looks can tell that I’ve nothing
on underneath. Bride wore a small tube top and a pair of shorts that I made for
her a while back. They’re made out of one piece of thin, white lycra, no seams
or lining. The sides are lace-up (about a 2 inch gap) and the length of them is
such that at the back you can just see the top of the crack of Bridie's ass, and
you can see the bottom of the cheeks of her ass as well. At the front they are
so low that you would be able to see some of her pubic hair – if she had any.
Our brief
attire didn’t look out of place as there were lots of girls in bikinis there.
Well we didn’t look out of place until we’d been on any of the water rides.
There’s a couple of them that get you rather wet. When we got off them both
sets of nipples and brown circles round them were clearly visible and the crack
of Bridie’s pussy looked great. My wet little skirt tended to ride up at the
front as I walked along. At one point Jon had to stop me and pull it down
because there were some young kids coming towards us.
Later on
during the day Jon told us to go to the toilets and swap bottoms. I laced the
shorts up tight and you could see my clit pushing the thin lycra out. I’ve
described what they don’t cover of Bridie’s, and I’m a bit bigger that her
so you can imagine me what I was showing.
At Port
Aventure there is a water park called Costa Caribe, Jon took us there the next
day. We didn’t stay long, too many kids, but we did have some fun on the water
slides. I made sure that my side tie micro bikini wasn’t fastened squarely and
as a lay back on the big rubber rings my pussy was clearly visible to the parks
assistants who helped you at the start and where you came to a stop and someone
had to push you to get you going again.
The next
campsite had big hedges round each little pitch. We pitched the tent and parked
the car at the front leaving a big enclosed space behind. Jon told us that that
we would need that space later, but didn’t say what for. After a relaxing next
day on the beach Jon told me that I was going to be punished for making a couple
of mistakes navigating us round the Paris ring road.
After
I’d cleaned-up after the evening meal Jon got a box out of the 4x4 and we went
behind the tent. There I had to take my bikini top and little mesh skirt off
leaving me naked. Jon (with Bridie’s help) then tied my wrists and ankles to
the 2 trees. My feet were stretched as far apart as they will go without me
falling over (not that I could). Next Jon fastened a ball-gag in place saying
that he didn’t want my screams and moans disturbing the neighbours, some of
who were only a few feet from us.
Jon then
went to the car and got a cane out. He then proceeded to give me 20 strokes. I
was getting so close to cumming, but I guess that Jon realised that because he
stopped. Then they left me there and went to the bar. During the next couple of
hours I was left there totally naked, with a backside that was burning, and a
pussy that was aching for attention. The other thing was that the mosquitoes
seemed to think that I was their evening meal. I got dozens of bites but
couldn’t scratch even one.
When Jon
and Bridie got back they untied me and I was sent for a shower. Thankfully when
I got back Jon took care of the ache in my pussy.
Another
one of the campsites was ‘open-plan’. It only had corner markers for each of
the pitches. We were between a Dutch elderly couple and 2 French men with 3
French women (all in one tent). The Dutch couple stayed by their tent for most
of the day and the woman was topless all the time – just like us. No big deal,
but her breasts were very firm, I just hope that mine are still that firm when I
get to her age.
The only
none sunny day that we had was while we were on that site. We spent most of the
time in the tent have a mini-orgy. A couple of times Jon sent me outside to
check on the tent guys – in the nude. One time the French people were just
returning from somewhere and I went out right at the wrong (no right) moment. At
first they just stared, but after I smiled at them I saw a couple of them smile
back and one on the men winked at me.
The next
day was sunny again and Jon sent Bridie and me for a walk along the long beach.
The local authorities have been good and put a shower on the beach every few
hundred metres. Jon told us to walk right to one end of the beach then right to
the other end. As we went we had to walk along the water’s edge then up the
beach to each of the showers in turn. At the showers we had to take our skirts
and tops off (leaving us naked), shower, then put our bikinis on. At the next
shower we had to take the bikinis off, shower then put our tops and skirts on.
It took most of the day, but we got some great attention.
That
evening when Bridie was getting the evening meal ready I was sat on Jon’s lap
while we were drinking some wine. I was only wearing a minute bikini top and a
little cover-up skirt. Jon was doing the usual when I sit on his lap – fucking
me. The 3 of us were engrossed in conversation and didn’t see the Dutch woman
come to talk to us. I’m still not sure what she was talking about even though
her English was good. It was a good job that Bridie and Jon could concentrate on
the conversation. I can still see that knowing smile that she gave me after
she’d stared at us for a couple of seconds.
On the way
back from Spain, Jon took us to Cap d’Agde for 3 nights. We stayed in one of
the apartments. Two full days, two part days and 3 nights wearing nothing, going
everywhere, and doing everything naked. Fantastic. Bridie had never been there
before and she was amazed. By the first evening she was so relaxed. We talked
about how ‘natural’ it felt, there was nothing sexual about just being naked
there, except when Jon started invading our bodies, or we saw someone else
indulging in some sexual fun.
The most
memorable event there was going shopping and finding a boutique that sold the
sexiest clothing I have ever seen. Jon spotted these nipple clamps and clit
clamps. Needles to say that he bought some, but not before he got the woman
sales assistant to show us how they fitted. When Jon asked her she was silent
for a minute, then she looked me up and down, then said okay. I was pretty
‘dry’ and my nipples weren’t all that big until the first clamp touched me
and squeezed my nipple forward. By the time the second one was in place my pussy
was getting well lubricated.
The woman
told me to sit up on the table and lean back on my elbows, right there in the
middle of the shop. We were the only customers in there to start off with, but
it wasn’t long before we had an audience both outside and inside the shop.
The clit
clamp is like an odd shaped hair-grip, but a lot stronger. The open end of it
has 2 little rings to make it easier to handle, but they are positioned so that
the fitter’s finger are right over your hole. As the woman was putting it on
one of her fingers went inside me for a second.
After it
was fitted, Jon told me to stay like I was whilst he discussed the merits of the
device. It hurt a bit, but it wasn’t long before that pain turned into
pleasure and I could have easily stayed there watching the small audience
watching my pussy get wetter and wetter.
As Jon
told me to get down of the table he told Bridie to get on it. She looked
surprised and hesitated for a few seconds before jumping up and opening her
legs. Jon picked up another clit clamp and started to fit it to her. She gasped
as Jon played about with her pussy, pretending to have trouble fitting it. I
know that Bridie’s clit is smaller than mine, but it was obvious that he was
having some fun (she later told me that he’d fingered her quite a bit). When
Jon eventually let the pressure on Bridie really did gasp.
Eventually
Bridie got off the table and we started looking at some of the clothes. Jon
bought us each a dress that there is nowhere public in England that we could
wear them. They are just way too transparent, and there’s no way that Jon
would let us wear anything underneath. We did get a chance to wear them on one
of the evenings that we were there.
We had to
wear the clit clamps and me the nipple clamps for the rest of that day. I’ve
previously said that I didn’t get any sexual pleasure walking around Cap
d’Agde naked, but with those clamps doing there job there was no way that I
wasn’t thinking about sex. I’m sure that the people stood next to me in the
shops could smell my pussy juices, I know that Bridie could.
That’s
about all the ‘adventures’ on that holiday, I’m sure that Jon will get me
to write about others.
V