Love at First Sight.
by Vanessa Evans
https://vanessaevans.netlify.app/

Part 8

The next couple of weeks were quite quiet apart from my Life Modelling and a visit from my younger brother, Dean. I’ll come back to Dean later.

The daytime Life Modelling was fun and all those young people staring at me made me cum again, with Tim reminding me that models orgasming was perfectly natural. I wasn’t so sure about that, but I wasn’t going to say so.

The second evening Life Modelling was even more fun than the first evening session. The subject was still the Labia but the pose was not quite as easy, well it was easy getting in to it, but hard work holding it for such a long time.

You see, Tim had me lay on my back again, but this time on a yoga mat on the floor. I had to lift my legs so that my toes were pointing to the celling, then I had to spread my legs as wide as I could and then use my hands to hold them apart and up.

I felt my labia open up as I spread my legs, and I could also feel my juices leaking out of me.

As I said, holding that pose for around an hour was tiring, although I did collapse once about half way through when an orgasm that had been building for ages suddenly burst out of me.

Tim was looking down on me, well my pussy, as he talked me through getting back to the exact pose.

By the time that Tim let me lower my legs my juices were running down both my upturned butt and my stomach.


The third, and final evening sessions pose had me in a similar pose as the precious week except that I had to lower my legs so that my toes touched the floor behind my head. Tim had asked me to bring my largest dildo with me telling me that he wanted me to pose with the dildo half way inside my vagina.

When I told Matt how Tim wanted me to pose he asked me to take his new GoPro camera with me and to ask Tim to video me in that pose.

Matt also told me to take my largest dildo with me, it is about 8 centimetres in diameter and is also a vibrator with the switch on the base.

All through the week prior I kept thinking about me posing like that, and Matt told me that I was even more eager to get his cock inside me than normal.


When I eventually got to the art classroom I soon realised that there were even more ‘artists’ there than the previous 2 evening sessions. When I asked Tim why that was he told me that word had spread and I was a very popular model.

I had to go to the Ladies room to clean up even before I took my dress off ready to start the session.

The thing was, only a handful of the extra guys there had easels, and only a few more had sketch pads. None of this bothered me, in fact I was dripping as Tim asked me to lay on the mat. 

As Tim asked me, I gave him the dildo telling him that I would probably need him to insert it into me once I got into the pose.

On the mat, I quickly lifted and lowered my legs, totally exposing my wet vulva to what must have been 30+ ‘artists’.

“Comfortable?” Tim asked.

“Go for it.” I replied and Tim lowered the tip of the 8 centimetre diameter dildo to my vaginal entrance which I could feel was already open a little.

In it went, deeper and deeper, with me struggling to not moan out load.

When Tim had pushed something like 20 centimetres of it inside me, he stopped, and as he let go of it he accidentally, maybe, switched the power on. I said nothing, not thinking further ahead than the first few seconds of glorious pleasure.

The thing was, I hadn’t realised that if I lifted my head I would actually be able see what he was doing, and see the bottom end of the dildo sticking out of me. I also hadn’t realised before then that I could get my hands to the dildo and if I had wanted to, or Tim had asked me to, I could have actually fucked myself with it.

All that made me even more horny than I had been when I first saw the increased number of ‘artists’.

“Okay artists,” Tim announced, “Poppy will keep this pose for around 30 minutes, then have a break, then get back into this pose for another 30 minutes. That is unless nature gets the better of her and she needs more breaks.”

That last sentence got a few short laughs and me wondering just how long I would last before I orgasmed and collapsed flat on my back.


Two minutes later. I felt my pussy slowly expelling the vibrating dildo. Tim must have been staring at my pussy because he came over and gently pushed it back deeper into me, quietly saying,

“I can see that I’m going to be kept busy.”

I didn’t tell him that the dildo was vibrating, but when he touched the base of it he must have felt the vibrations.

I really tried hard to think of anything other than the situation that I was in, but seconds after I thought of something my brain went back to everything there, the exposure to more people than I expected, the dildo, the vibrations, and I only managed to last around 10 minutes before my first orgasm of the evening hit me.

Fortunately, I managed to keep in the pose although, Tim had to push the dildo deeper inside me to stop it from being washed out by all the juices that I was generating.

Twice more I orgasmed, and Tim had to push the dildo back inside me 3 more times before he called for a brake.

I pushed my legs forwards and they flopped onto the mat, the dildo sliding out of me, as Tim asked,

“Are you okay Poppy?”

“Water.” I replied, and after a long swig of the bottle I said,

“I am now, that was awesome, but also very tiring, I’m sure that I couldn’t have gone for the full hour without this break.”

“You’re doing an amazing job Poppy, just what I wanted.”

“Thanks, but it really is a pleasure. I often dreamt about posing nude for an art class, even when I was at school in art lessons, but this is way beyond those dreams.”

“Glad that I could help Poppy, do you need to go to the rest room before we start again?”

“Good Idea Tim, I have been leaking a little bit haven’t I?”

“Quite a lot actually Poppy, but that Is one of the things that I was hoping for, something extra to see if the students pick up on it.”

“I’ll have a look at their efforts at the end, can you pull me up onto my feet please?”

Tim put out his arm and pulled me up. As I left the room to go to the Ladies room, I quickly looked around and saw dozens of pairs of eyes following the naked me.


Back ready to start again, I got down onto the mat and asked Tim if I needed the dildo inside me again.

“Yes please Poppy, if that isn’t a problem?”

When I was in the pose, apart from the dildo, I watched Tim lower it to my vagina, hoping that it would still be switched on, and that the battery wasn’t flat.

It was and it wasn’t, and I sighed as it went deeper inside me.

I had dried my pussy when I was in the Ladies room but it was already wet again as Tim did the deed.


The first time that I orgasmed during that session, I managed to keep the pose, but on the second and third time, I didn’t manage to keep hold of my legs and they flopped back over me, the dildo banging on the mat as it landed, and sending a different jolt through me.

That second time, I managed to get back into the pose on my own, but the third time I had to ask Tim to help me, which of course he did, pushing the dildo deeper inside me as he did so.


Finally, Tim called time then helped me lower my legs. The dildo fell out and I saw it vibration on the mat between my legs as Tim passed me the bottle of water again.

Tim then asked all those who had been sketching me to stay where they were so that I could go around the room and see their efforts.

Only a handful of people left, I guessed that most of those who there just to watch me had decided to stay until I got dressed. Not wanting to disappoint them, nor me, I stayed naked right until the last person left, wandering around the room, standing next to the artist and looking at their efforts.

I have to say that a few of the sketches were quite good, one elderly gentleman rolling his up after I’d said that I liked it, and he gave it to me, me being grateful as I could show it to Matt so that I didn’t have to describe the pose.

I just wished that I’d had a photograph of the room full of people staring at me.


As the artists and voyeurs left the room, Tim came over and thanked me and asked me if I was interested in posing for his classes the next academic year.

“Stupid question.” I thought, then asked him to call me when he wanted me.


It was a slow walk home as I hadn’t fully recovered, but I still remembered to take my dress off in the apartment reception area before going up to the apartment in the lift.


I let Matt do most of the work when he made love to me as soon as I got through the door, and again later in bed.


Okay, that was the evening sessions, but the day sessions went on just the same albeit with me in much less exposed poses.

I must be getting used to displaying my body as an art model as I didn’t manage to cum during those subsequent daytime sessions.

*****

My evenings standing, or riding my Sybian in front of the lounge window came to an end shortly after my nude art model posing ended because all the students had packed-up and returned to their home towns.

I’m looking forwards to the September when the accommodation fills-up with new students for me to display myself to.

*****

On a few Friday evening, we met some of Matt’s, and now my friends, in a pub and always had a great evening. All the girls in our group wear skimpy outfits and the guys, and other guys in the pub, must have got a good view of our bare tits and pussies on a few occasions during the evenings.

*****

After my last evening as an art model, Ethan and Lucy got back from 2 weeks in San Antonio in Ibiza and Lucy was full of stories of the skimpy outfits that the girls were wearing. Apparently, the current fashion there is for the girls to wear lacy skirts, tops, dresses, and even trousers, all very thin and very see-through, but most of them wore bikini tops and thong or G-string bikini bottoms under their see-through outfits.

“I’m assuming that you followed the current fashion whilst you were there Lucy?” Jason asked.

“Of course.” Lucy replied.

“So what did you wear under your see-through outfits Lucy?” Jason asked.

“Well I wasn’t expecting to wear a bikini whilst I was there, it not being illegal to be naked there, so I didn’t take one with me. During the daytime I wore just an underwear G-string under my see-through outfits, some of my G-strings are of the strings-only variety, but once it got dark, the G-string came off and I put my slit as well as my tits on display.”

“I would have liked to see that.” Jason said.

“Men,” Lucy said, “you’ve seen me naked loads of times Jason, what’s the big deal?”

“Lucy honey,” Ethan said, “I’ve told you before, men can never get enough of seeing an attractive naked young woman, even if it’s the same woman a thousand times. It’s part of our DNA.”

Matt and the other guys there all agreed with Ethan.

*****

On the way home, Matt told me that I’d need to get some dresses and skirts and tops like Lucy had described because he was going to take me to San Antonio in a few weeks, just after his end of project get together in a couple of weeks.

“I’m going to be busy before then, getting dresses, skirts and tops like Lucy described, I hope that you won’t mind me wearing very see-through clothes with nothing under them when we go to San Antonio?”

“Of course not Poppy. I would have been very disappointed if you were to wear anything that I can’t see your nipples and pussy through.”

“Did I ever tell you that I love you Matt?”

“Did I ever tell you that I love you too Poppy?”

*****

The day of the end of project get together finally arrived and Matt drove us up north to the hotel in a big city.

The get together was in a big hotel, the same one that Matt had booked a room for us.

I travelled up in a light, cotton summer dress that is very short on me and elastic woven into the top fabric with no straps.

After Matt had done his usual slit slide as he helped me up into his truck, Matt suggested that I take off the dress off and recline the seat right back until it was neatly flat, and when we passed a lorry he did it slowly so that the lorry driver could see down into the truck, and see the naked me toying with my clit.

I counted 5 lorry drivers that I saw looking down on me.

Unfortunately, Matt’s truck is higher than most cars so I missed out on thousands of car drivers and passengers being able to see the naked me.


Matt had booked a big room with views out over the city, and I was slightly unhappy that there weren’t any other hotels that had rooms that could look over into ours, but that didn’t stop Matt fucking me, just as soon as we got there, from behind with my naked front pressed against the big window. Just like he does back at home.
 

For the evening do, Matt bought me a floor length, black dress, but the fabric is slightly see-through, it has side splits up to my hips and a front split that ends just above my pubis. The top has deep ‘V’s front and back and is anything but a tight fit.

I practised walking and bending and my tits and pussy were frequently on display.

I liked it.


The do was in one of the hotel’s conference rooms and there must have been going on for a hundred people there. The only person that I recognised was Tom, the guy who had accidentally seen me on a video call that he had with Matt a few months previous.

Tom marched up to Matt and me, shook Matt’s hand then stood back in front of me. After looking me up and down Tom said,

“Amazing Poppy, you look even more beautiful than you did on that video call, and that see-through dress lets me see those juicy nipples and clit.”

After Tom had wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, he stood back and again looked me up and down.

“You have a good memory Tom, but this dress isn’t that see-through.” I said.

“Oh yes it is Poppy.” Tom said.

“It’s the bright lights dear,” Matt said, “they shine straight through, and yes, everyone can see exactly what is underneath the fabric.”

“Is it too much Matt, shall I go back to our room and change?”

“Don’t you dare Poppy.” Tom said.

“No honey,” Matt added, “you’ll be fine, no one on the project is going to complain and if their partners complain they won’t get invited to work on the next big project that is coming up. That reminds me Tom, we must talk about that.”

I’d realised that I’d be having lots of wardrobe malfunctions that evening, and my nipples and clit tingled some more with the new knowledge that everyone could see them even when I was just stood still.


It was an amazing evening. I loved all the guys there staring at me and wanting to dance with me. The women there mostly ignored me, but I saw a few condescending looks and it was only the younger women who talked to me. One young woman who I bumped into in the rest room really complemented me and she told me that she wished that she had the courage to dress like I was.

It was totally impossible for me to count the number of accidental wardrobe malfunctions that I had, but 3 times when I was dancing I noticed that one of my shoulder straps had fallen down my arm and one of my tits was out.

Of course I ignored it for as long as I dared, then replaced the strap on my shoulder saying,

“Oops, why didn’t you tell me that I’d fallen out?”

Of course, no one around me said anything, they just smiled and waited for the next accidental exposure.

*****

Matt pushed the straps off my shoulders in the lift going back to our room, and it was a good job that he picked up my dress off the lift floor before he chased the naked me along the corridor to our room.


Dawn had long broken before we finally got to sleep and I could definitely say that Matt had fucked my brains out.


It was a bit of a rush to vacate the room before noon, but we just managed it, me wearing just another very short summer dress and shoes.


We stopped at a pub on the outskirts of the city for brunch, me being too tired to even think about what I might be displaying.

Once in Matt’s truck ready to head south, my dress came off, the seat went right back and I quickly went to sleep.


When we got close to home, Matt woke me and told me that over 20 lorry drivers had looked down into his truck’s cab and seen my naked front. I didn’t believe that there had been anything like that number but the thought of 20 lorry drivers seeing me naked certainly got me quite aroused and I carried my dress from the truck to the door of the apartment building.

I had to stand there, naked, for a good couple of minutes waiting for Matt to unload the luggage and carry it over to the door.

As I waited, I heard a crash, but couldn’t see anything, and I wondered if a driver had stared at me for too long and lost control of his car. I didn’t feel guilty.

*****

The next day, Matt got me to model all the holiday clothes that I’d bought, modified, or made, that I intended to take with us on holiday. All of them were see-through to one extent or another, including a couple of fishnet dresses that I really like. I wanted anyone who cares to look at me closely to see everything that nature gave me.

The modelling was done in 2 sessions, the first session being cut short when he unzipped his jeans and pulled me onto him.

At the end of the second session Matt asked,

“Is that all of them?”

“Yes lover, but I don’t intend to be wearing any of them for longer than I really have to.”

“What about travelling there Poppy?”

“One of these.” I replied.

“Err, unfortunately, I don’t think so Poppy, we have to get across London, through the airport, on the plane, through Ibiza airport. Pick up the hire car and check-in at the hotel. I’m sure that the authorities in some of those places won’t be too happy about a virtually naked girl going through their domain.” 

I had to settle for a floaty, very short skirt and a very thin tank top that lets my hard nipples make tents in it for clothes to wear there and back, Matt telling me that I’d have to hold my bag in front of my chest as I boarded the plane.

 *****

A couple after my modelling of my holiday clothes I got a phone call from my brother telling me that he had an interview in the financial centre of London and he wanted to know if we could meet up to catch up.

Remembering what Matt had said, I told him that we had a spare bedroom that he could stay in. I also asked Rufus if he could stay for a few more days but he told me that he had to be back home to attend another interview.

After giving Rufus details of how to get to the apartment I asked him to phone me when he was on the underground train heading our way and that I / we would meet him at the station.

“Well done Poppy,” Matt said when I told him. “Are you ready to show your gorgeous body to your younger brother?”  

“I’m a bit nervous, but yes, I am.”

That Wednesday I patiently waited for the phone call, and at 5:30 pm. It arrived.

I picked-up the dress and shoes that I had decided to wear to meet Rufus, and Matt and I went down in the lift, me putting the dress on just before we left the building, We set off walking with the warm breeze doing its best to whip the dress up and off me.

I didn’t look around to see if anyone had seen any of my wardrobe malfunctions.

As we stood outside the underground station Matt was smiling as my dress frequently billowed out and sometimes up enough to let anyone looking know that I was naked under it.


“RUFUS, OVER HERE.” I shouted when I saw him and I let go of Matt’s hand, ran over to him and gave him a hug.

“Hi there brother, how are you doing?”

“I’m fine sis, how are you, you look great and you sound happy.”

“I’m great thanks, come and meet my boyfriend Matt.”


After introductions we headed off back to the apartment making catch up small talk all the way.

As we approached the apartment building I said,

“Rufus, I’ve changed quite a bit since I lived at home, I’ve realised that it’s really stupid to be ashamed of my body and I’ve decided to be a sort of part time nudist.”

“I guess that that explains why your headlights are at full beam and the breeze let me see up your dress back at the station.”

“Yeah, the thing is, when I’m in the apartment building I’m naked all the time. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

“You, or both of you Poppy?”

“Hell no, not me Rufus.” Matt interrupted, “just your gorgeous sister, no one wants to see my junk.”

“Thank gawd for that,” Rufus relied, “It’s one thing seeing a gorgeous woman naked, but a naked man, no, not for me.”

“So you don’t mind me being naked while you are here Rufus?”

“Not at all, it’s your apartment and I’m just your guest. It’s a long time since I saw you naked Poppy.”

“Yeah, I just about remember us running around naked before bath time and mum shouting at us to get in the bath. I can’t remember seeing you naked since those days Poppy.” Rufus replied.

“Well you are in for a treat Rufus,” Matt said, “your sister is gorgeous.”


Once in the building my dress came off and for a couple of seconds I felt a little embarrassment at my younger brother seeing me totally naked. But that soon disappeared when Rufus agreed with what Matt had said a couple of minutes ago.


Rufus was impressed with the apartment and he commented (good ones) on the photos and drawings of me that Matt had framed and mounted on the walls.

When he saw the Sybian, Rufus asked if it was what he thought it was.

“Probably,” Matt replied, “Poppy likes to ride it next to the window so that the students across the road can watch her. There’s no students there right now but I’m sure that Poppy will ride it right now for you to watch her.”

“If that’s what you want bro.” I added.

“Sure, I’ve never seen my big sister have an orgasm.”

Matt tied my hands together, looped the rope through the ceiling hook then helped me mount the Sybian that was still on the frame that Noah had built for me. I gasped, then moaned as Matt lowered me onto the dildo.

Next, Matt strapped my legs to the wooden frame, Rufus asking what the straps were for.

“Poppy won’t be in control of the Sybian when I switch it on, I, or you, will be, and a couple of times  previous, the pleasure has got too much for Poppy and she’s passed-out. With her hands tied above her and her legs not able to move she won’t fall off and hurt herself.”

“Makes sense, do you really make her cum so many times that she passes-out?”

“Sometimes, Poppy’s not a fan of telling me to stop. Here Rufus, take the control and make your big sister cum over and over whilst I phone an order for some food. Chinese okay with you?”

“Sure. I like Chinese food.” Rufus replied.


I watched my little brother as he gingerly started the Sybian then played with the controls, and before long I was moaning as Rufus stared at me as he ramped-up the speed.

The last thing that I remember before going into a long session of pleasure and orgasmic bliss was the mischievous grin on my brother’s face, and I got a flashback of a couple of times when he had been a naughty boy, but had enjoyed what he had done.

I didn’t pass-out, nor try to slide off the Sybian, but I was in my own little world of pleasure as Rufus kept the Sybian running right up the food arrived.

I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring, but as I slowly came down from my high Matt was releasing me and lifting me off saying,

“Quick shower then we eat, okay?”


When I returned to the lounge, I saw that both guys were in the kitchen so I went in there saying,

“I don’t remember you having a sadistic streak Rufus, making me suffer like that?”

“You didn’t look like you were suffering Poppy.” Rufus replied.

“No, you’re right Rufus, that was 100% sheer bliss. Thanks for getting the plates and cutlery out Matt. Can I have one of those Hawkstone beers please? Have you tried this Hawkstone Rufus, it’s good.”

“Not yet, my local hasn’t managed to get any yet.”

“Matt get’s it from Amazon don’t you lover?”

“Yes. Tell us about this interview you’ve got tomorrow Rufus.” Matt replied.


We had an enjoyable meal, Rufus updating me on the goings-on with old friends and relatives, and around the town that I didn’t miss at all.


Food finished, Matt and Rufus went to the lounge with bottles of beer whilst I cleaned-up in the kitchen. When I joined them they were obviously getting on like a house on fire so I sat on Matt’s lap and joined in the conversation whenever I could.

Eventually, Rufus said that he should get some sleep so Matt showed him to his room and where the bathroom was.


I was my usual vocal self when Matt made love to me on our bed, and only afterwards did I  wonder if I’d disturbed Rufus’s sleep.

*****

The next morning, after waking Matt by riding he morning woody, I had a shower then went to get the breakfast ready.

Rufus came into the kitchen looking very smart. I told him to sit down and asked him what he wanted for breakfast.

As I was getting that ready Matt invited Rufus to stay with us if he got the job, and until he got a place of his own.

Then Matt asked,

“Do you thing that you could cope with your big sister screaming he head off every night when I fuck her brains out Rufus?”

Before Rufus could answer Matt continued,

“Or maybe I could have a rest a few nights and you could do the deed for me Rufus?”

Rufus didn’t know how to answer that and after a few seconds he changed the subject and asked,

“So are the underground trains crowded at this time of the day?”

“Yes they are,” Matt replied, “Poppy likes travelling on them when they’re crowded don’t you luv, you like getting groped by the men in business suits don’t you?”

That was true, but I guessed that he was just trying to wind Rufus up.

“You’ll be fine Rufus,” I said, “there’s lots of trains so you’ll have plenty of time to get to wherever, have you found it on google maps?”

“Yes, it should be easy to find.” Rufus replied.

There was a lull in the conversation and I thought about Matt offering my body to Rufus. I wondered what it would be like getting fucked by my younger brother.


Breakfast over, Matt and I walked Rufus to the underground station then returned home. Matt chasing me up the stairs to our floor, and fucking me in the stairwell before going in to the apartment.

*****

A couple of days before we went on holiday, I surprised another delivery guy when a new,  expensive Digital SLR Camera arrived, Matt saying that he would use it when he asked me to pose in very public places, his thinking being that if anyone questioned us he could pretend to be a professional photographer taking photos of me for a magazine.

Matt wanted to try out his new camera out in bright daylight, so early that evening he took me to the dogging site, me not even taking any clothes to put on in case of an emergency, where we walked to our favourite fucking grassy area and after he’d fucked me, he got me to pose for him whilst he took loads of photos of me, some of them were close-ups of my pussy with his cum leaking out of me.

Whilst I was posing I saw a man, partially hidden in the bushes, watching us, but he obviously didn’t have the courage to come over to us.

That couldn’t be said for a different man who watched me pose on the front of Matt’s truck. He watched us and when we got into the truck he came over to my side of the truck wanking his cock that was sticking out of the front of his jeans.

I pointed him out to Matt who stopped the engine and lowered my sides door window.

“Wave him over Poppy.” Matt said.

I used my fingers to wave him over, and as he got close I opened the door and put my arm out, still motioning for him to come closer.

When the man was close enough I took a hold of his cock and took over wanking it for him. He was staring at my naked front, Matt having lowered the back of my seat so that my pussy was on display.

“Blow him.” Matt said, so I gently pulled the man closer by his cock until I could get my mouth to it.

In silence, I gave the man a blowjob and he bent forwards a little and fingered my pussy.

What I didn’t realise at the time was that Matt was recording a video of the event on his new camera.

Once the man had cum in my mouth, I swallowed it then showed him my empty mouth. Seconds later Matt said.

“Okay, that’s it, we’re going now.”

The guy backed away, still not having said a word as Matt started the truck and I just managed to shut the door before the truck moved off

“Wow,” I said, “that was cool.”

“Yes,” Matt replied, “and I’ve got it all on video.”

“You videoed it?”

“I did, you can watch it on the big flat screen in the lounge as I fuck you doggy style when we get back home.”
 
*****
*****

For the journey to Ibiza, I put on the planned very short, floaty skirt and the thin tank top. I smiled as I saw my nipples making nice little tents.

We had to leave the apartment quite early to get across London to the airport so there was no chance of me getting groped on the underground, but being so early it was a bit chilly so that kept the little tents erect.

Looking after our suitcases kept me busy so I have no idea if anyone saw up my short, floaty skirt.

*****

Once we’d got through security and found a seat, Matt opened his backpack then handed me a package.

“What’s this?” I asked

“A little present for you.”

Opening it, I first found a g-string.

“Matt, you know that I didn’t pack any underwear of any sorts, this will break the
 promise that I made myself.”

“It’s see-through Poppy, but if you open that box all will become clearer>”

I did, and once the brown paper was off I saw the writing, it was a Lovense Ferri Panty Vibrator.

“Does this do what I think that it does Matt?”

“Go to the toilet, put the g-string on and follow the instructions with the vibe.”

I did, and when I got back to Matt I said,

“This feel very strange, I haven’t worn knickers of any sort for months.”

“Give me the instructions please Poppy.”

I did, and 5 minutes later the vibe burst into life, vibrating my clit.

“Oh my gawd, this is so much more than I expected when I read the instructions. This thing will make me cum over and over.”

“That’s what I was hoping Poppy. It should make the flight go a bit quicker.”

“Are you going to vibrate my clit all the way to Ibiza?”

“Yes, complaining are you?”

“Not at all lover.”

“Then as we are coming in to land I would like you to take the g-string off and give it, and the vibrator to me.”

“But I won’t be able to go to the toilet.”

“Do it sat in your seat Poppy.”

“Hmm, okay.”

Matt switched the vibrator off until we were in our seats on the plane.


Matt was right about the flight going quickly. I lost count of the number of orgasms that I had and at one point one of the cabin crew asked me if I was okay. When she had moved on Matt told me that my face was all red and screwed-up.


Whilst we were waiting to get off the plane Matt told me that whilst we were on holiday we were going to keep up the 12 fucks per day, and that most of them would be outside with strangers close by.

“That will be a bit of a challenge for you Matt,” I replied, “how will you keep that almost permanent boner hidden? I know that I will be able to get away with being naked all the time, but I’m pretty sure that the law won’t take kindly to your boner too well.”

“I guess that my back will get much browner than my front whilst we’re on the beaches, never mind, it will be worth it.”


As we walked from the plane to the waiting bus to get to the terminal building I discovered that Ibiza is a lot windier than London and I’m sure that quite a few people saw that I wasn’t wearing any knickers.

Matt later told me that the aeroplane’s jet engines was the probable cause of my wardrobe malfunctions.


Matt had hired a little Suzuki jeep for the fortnight, one with no roof and no doors. As soon as we were driving away from the hire place Matt told me to strip naked and that whenever I got into that jeep I was to be completely naked.

*****
*****

Well, this recollection of my newfound love is getting way too long so I’m going to stop here and maybe write about the absolutely awesome holiday that we had. Just as a bit of a teaser I will remind you that the hotel that we stayed in is an adults only hotel and that I wasn’t the only girl that was totally naked all around the hotel.  


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