At last I’ve managed to find some
time to write about some of our recent fun. Jon’s been keeping me busy either
doing some work for him – the easy admin stuff, or out doing ‘Temp’ jobs.
I’ll try to find the time to write about some of them later.
Before I tell you about the fun that
we had in Spain I just want to tell you a little about where we went over the
last public holiday. Jon told me to get into the car on the Monday morning and I
wondered if we were going to Spain. As we crossed the M1 motorway I realised
that Spain was out. Instead we kept going and eventually ended up in Skegness of
all places. Skegness, the typical British rip-off seaside resort that knows
every trick in the book when it comes to getting you to part with your money.
Fortunately the weather was
reasonable, slightly warm with a variable breeze. It was that breeze that
brought the highlights of the day. I was wearing a short thin skirt that has a
circumference at the hem of more that 3 times than at the waist.
Well, with me not being allowed to
hold it down the breeze frequently blew the hem up to my waist. Skegness hardly
comes into the league of open-minded liberal towns and I heard more people
saying things like ‘brazen hussy’ or ‘disgusting’ than complementary
things like ‘nice ass’ of ‘nice puss’. Of course, Jon was loving it; he
spent some of the time walking a few metres behind me just so that he could see
what the others were seeing.
Anyway, I managed to survive the day,
and get a bit of a tan, without getting arrested.
Right then, the main event, the week
that we spent at Jon’s Villa in Spain. He’d promised to take me, but I
didn’t know when until we pulled into the car park at the airport. Jon had put
a small bag with our passports into the car without me knowing. I was only
wearing a short cotton skirt and tight top that my nipples were threaten to
burst out of. Oh, and an egg vibe.
As we went into passport control I
saw a Security Guard was moving this metal detector thing up and down all sides
of people coming in. I was a little concerned that it would pick up the egg vibe
inside me. When it was my turn it did. The Guard put the wand back in front of
my belly and looked closer. Quick as a flash I pulled the elastic waist of my
skirt out as far as it would stretch and slightly down. I said, “Look, nothing
but me down there.” The Guard was still looking and saw right down my skirt,
my bald pubis and maybe the top of my slit. I saw him grin as he stepped back
and motioned me through.
On the flight to Malaga Jon kept
putting his hand on my thigh and sliding it up. His little finger kept touching
my clit. Because of the vibrations of the plane, and Jon playing with the remote
control, my pussy was quite ‘damp’ before he started. By the time we started
to descend I was thinking about the wet patch on the seat – the back of my
skirt was way above my pussy.
Anyway, I managed to get off the
plane without anyone noticing and we collected the hire car.
I was naked before we left the
underground car park and it wasn’t long before I was getting out to open the
gates to the Villa. Although I did get stared at for a few seconds as Jon paid
the road toll fee.
Jon’s had a Joiner doing some work
for him at the Villa. Out the back by the pool is this frame that holds me
spread eagle about a meter from the ground. Believe it or not it’s quite
comfortable, whichever way up I’m restrained on it. Anyway, on the second day
Jon wanted to try it out so I got myself covered in suntan lotion and went
outside. Jon was waiting for me and told me to get on, face up. He fastened the
ropes round my ankles and wrists and just before he left me he put a blindfold
on me. A short time later I heard the car start and drive off.
The warm sun was so relaxing and it
wasn’t long before I dozed off. At first I thought I was having a beautiful
dream because I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I could feel a
tongue doing what tongues were really designed for, but something wasn’t quite
right. I started waking up and realised that it wasn’t a human tongue. I could
feel these 2 furry paws on my hips and hard claws pressing on me. Thank god the
frame height was too much for the dog to fuck me, but it didn’t stop it
licking me enough for me to cum. After a while it stopped.
The sun got the better of me again
and I dozed off again. When I woke up again I was definitely getting fucked. Jon
had quietly come back and found me asleep. I woke up as he thrust in and out. I
knew it was Jon because of the familiar grunt that he makes as he cums.
Afterwards when I was telling Jon
what had happened he told me that he’d accidentally left the gate open. We
discussed me getting fucked by a dog but never came to any conclusion about it
actually happening. Maybe one day………
On one of the days that Jon took me
to the naturist beach near Puerto Cabopino. He had me lay on a towel on this
sort of path that runs along the beach edge of the dunes while he lay on the
beach about 5 or 6 metres away, watching me. He gave me a packet of cigarettes
and a lighter and told me to sunbathe with my legs wide open (what other way is
there). The hope was that some of the men that always walk along that path would
stop and ask me for a cigarette (language isn’t a problem for something like
that). I was given strict instruction to hold the lighter close to my stomach
when they asked for a light. That way their head would be very close to my
wide-open pussy.
The first time that I got lucky was
with this middle-aged man who looked a right creep. He was wearing these
horrible shorts with a large bulge in the front. Poor man nearly choked when he
lit up.
Just after that Jon came up to me and
asked me if I was enjoying myself. Of course I was. One look at my juicy pussy
would have told him that.
Jon went back for his towel and
walked off towards the car park. When he got back he had a remote controlled
vibe with him. Guess where he put it.
It took about an hour before I got
lucky again. That time it was a young man in his late teens or early twenties.
He looked nervous as hell and I had to offer him a cigarette to get him to come
over to me. In that hour Jon had been trying to run the remote vibe’s
batteries flat. He’d made me cum twice. The second time was while the young
man was deciding if he had he courage to come over to me. My pussy was oozing by
the time put his head near my puss to light the fag.
I only got lucky once more that day.
On the second time that we went there Jon gave me strict instructions that I was
to squeeze the vibe out just as the man was right in front of my pussy. I
wasn’t that lucky that day. No one wanted a cigarette.
On one of the other days that Jon
took me to the beach he had me masturbating in full view of some of the people
who were walking by. He only had me do it when unattached men or young women
were walking by. The ones that I got most pleasure from was 2 girls who looked
like they were in their mid to late teens. They actually stopped and watched me
for a while before walking on, giggling.
On the last day that Jon to me to
that beach I had to again lay on the path with the cigarettes next to me. This
time Jon had put the remote vibe into me even before we left the villa. There
weren’t that many people on the beach that day and it was about 2 hours before
I got my first and only lucky victim. Jon had been turning the vibe on and off
all the time and I was getting frustrated. Jon somehow had managed to get me so
close so many times that I thought I was going to burst. Anyway, Jon managed to
time it so well. As I was giving the man a cigarette I started to cum. And what
an orgasm it was. It was so strong that I lost control and grip on the vibe. It
came sliding out right there in front of the man. It got him so flustered that
he panicked and walked off with the cigarette but no light.
After he’d gone, Jon came and got
me and we went for a beautiful naked swim, and of course a fuck. As we were
walking down to the water Jon’s dick was pointing nearer and nearer to the
sun.
Marbella was it’s usual fun the
warm breeze made it a real pleasure to walk around. The only part that I’m not
so keen on is the fact that people there are so used to seeing girls walk around
in skimpy clothes that I wasn’t attracting much attention, even when my skirt
was blown up around my waist. Although I did hear a couple of screeching tyres.
Jon has had another couple of items
added at the villa to give us a bit of fun. One is a sort of crane that is
normally used for lifting disabled people into swimming pools. At first I
didn’t understand why Jon would want one of those. Jon put the harness over my
head and under my armpits. He then told me to stand right at the edge of the
pool with my heels just over the edge. He them lowered me until all but my lower
legs were in the water in a floating position, quite relaxing it is.
Next Jon roped my ankles, far apart,
to some steel rings that I hadn’t noticed before. I still hadn’t worked out
what fun we were going to have as Jon walked away from me. It was relaxing all
right, but not ‘fun’. It wasn’t long before I found out. All of a sudden I
felt the water moving between my legs. Jon had turned on the pools water
filtration pump. I was right in front of the outlet into the pool. Not only
that, the water was coming out a lot faster than I’d noticed before, and it
was aimed right at my pussy. The inevitable happened, again and again and again.
After a while Jon got in the water and strapped a buoyancy aid to the top of my
shoulders and head. He said that he didn’t want me to drown when I finally
fainted out of sheer pleasure and tiredness. It was only after I’d passed out
the second time that Jon switched it off and helped me out.
He laid me on a reclined sun-bed and
then let me watch as he tried it out (minus the ankle restraints). It was great
watching his dick get hard and then shooting his load as the water pounded onto
his balls and dick.
Jon used that method to cum again
later that day. That time I went and sat on the edge of the pool between his
legs, but with my legs over his. Jon was staring right into my open pussy.
I pleaded with Jon all through the
rest of our holiday to let me use that device again. We haven’t thought of a
good name for it yet (I like the ‘water torture machine’, Jon isn’t so
sure), but who cares. Oh, Jon did let me use it again before we left, I can’t
wait until we go back there.
One other bit of water fun that we
had that day was with the hose pipe. Some Spanish
hose pipes are a bit thicker that the ones that I’ve seen in England, but the
end still fits into my pussy. After Jon filled me up, with practice, I managed
to hold it for a full 6 minutes before squirting it for 3.5 metres.
The second new thing in the garage is
a vibe on a pole. It’s anchored to the floor. The tip of the vibe is about 3
inches above the entrance to my pussy. Using a couple of brick sized wooden
blocks I can lower myself onto it then kick the blocks away. So far I’ve only
managed to stand there for about 2 hours before Jon had to help me off. I was in
serious danger of doing myself an injury by collapsing while still impaled on
it.
The other bit of fun that we have
with the vibe on a pole is using some of the rings that Jon has had installed on
the ceiling above it. After a bit of practice Jon has worked out how get me
hanging (tied) by my wrists and ankles so that I’m in a sort of sitting
position with my pussy just touching the tip of the vibe. As I’m sure you can
imaging that it isn’t long before I get so teased and frustrated, and
desperately need to push myself down onto the vibe – but can’t. Jon was real
horrible and left me hanging there for 3 hours. Even when he untied me he
didn’t let the vibe slide into me. He sent me to bed and told me not to play
with myself. I was so knackered that I did manage to go to sleep amazingly
quick. I was still horny when I woke up. Fortunately Jon was as well and I soon
got my release.
Jon also impaled me on the electric
shock dildo, that I described in my first visit to Jon’s villa, a couple of
times. After he’d put me on it the second time he set the control to medium
and then got in the car and went out. As I stood there struggling to keep my
heels up I kept hoping that nothing would happen to him and that he’d get back
before I died of pain and pleasure.
My legs got more and more tired and I
started to lose it. Of course I got shocked back onto my tiptoes quite a few
times but eventually my body couldn’t take any more and I remember going down
the last time thinking that I was about to meet my maker. The electricity being
pumped into me got the better of me and as a started to cum yet again I blacked
out. The next thing that I remember is waking up sitting on the floor in the
shower with warm water spraying on me. My pussy was throbbing so much and I was
so knackered. Jon left me there until I found the energy to stand up and soap
myself clean. I didn’t even have the strength to dry myself. I just walked
round to the back, collapsed on a sun bed and fell asleep with my feet on the
floor either side on the bed.
I went to the local shop a couple of
times on the scooter wearing only a little bikini bottom cover skirt and little
top that kept blowing up above my little tits. I just love the feeling of the
wind against my puss and nips.
Jon took me to the water park at
Fuengirola one day. It’s not that good, but does have a reasonable water
slide. We didn’t stay long because Jon thought that I was in serious danger of
being thrown out. Jon kept sending me onto the water slide and the top of my
see-through bikini always ended up round my neck. I could tell that the female
attendant at the bottom was getting annoyed with me as she mumbled something to
me and pointed to my breasts for about the tenth time. It didn’t help one time
when one side of my tie side bottoms came undone. Of course I hadn’t realised
and when I stood up right in front of her she really gave me a mouth full of
Spanish something or other.
Fuengirola has quite a few nice shops
that are more realistically priced than Marbella. There’s one sports clothing
shop on the main street that has the changing rooms in the main part of the
shop. And what’s more, they have curtains on the front. Needles to say Jon had
me try on lots of clothes, and the curtain never managed to get closed properly.
Quite a few people saw me naked that day.
There’s no way that Jon would let
me go to the villa without me spending some time on the little gym horse, 3
times actually.
My pussy took quite a bit of
punishment while at the villa, but I loved every second of it. What’s more,
Jon says that we can go back there in a few weeks time. I can’t wait.
Love,
V