The Perfect Match
by Vanessa Evans

Part 07

We went back to that beach most days and Sara quickly got into the habit of not even taking a dress to put in the lock box, hoping that we’d be able to park the ATV outside the hotel when we got back. There was only one day that we couldn’t, and we had to park it about 100 metres down the street and walk to the hotel. Sara got extra horny walking down that street in amongst the tourists and a few locals, and we didn’t make it to the shower before she jumped up on me and told me to fuck her.


Some days, Sara took her phone and her selfie stick and videoed herself on the back of the ATV as we slowly drove around the town, and as we walked from the ATV, through the car park then trees and onto the beach, all whilst she was naked.

Other times, Sara asked me to video her masturbating when we were on one of those little sandy areas. She did this quite a few times and I quickly realised that she picked times when people were walking up on the rocks.

I watched the people walking and gave Sara the code word whenever someone stopped and stared at her.

One time, 2 girls were walking along and they stopped to watch her. Sara was rubbing like I don’t know what, and when she peaked we both watched the 2 girls climb down onto the sandy area and spread their towels quite close to us.

They proceeded to get naked, and quickly started making out. Sara and I watched as they performed a 69 before collapsing and resting, spread eagle, letting Sara and I have a good view of their pussies.

Once recovered, presumably, they packed their things and left, without putting any clothes on.

“That was different.” Sara said when they were out of earshot, “did you enjoy the show lover?”

“Yes,” I replied, “but not as much as when I watched you earlier.”

It was a truthful answer because both of the girls had much bigger tits and lots of lower lips, 2 things that I am not that keen on.


Another time when we were on one of the little sandy beaches, Sara asked me to go and get her a cold bottle of cola. Happy to please her, I put my shorts on, climbed up onto the path and headed to the beach bar.

When I got back and started to climb down, I saw that there was a naked man knelt at Sara’s feet between her very widely spread legs. She was up on her elbows and they appeared to be talking.

Being the curious type, and neither of them having seen me, I backed up and worked myself round to the place where I could get the best view of them, and watched.

I couldn’t hear what was being said but they were both looking cheerful. The man was slowly wanking and Sara was toying with her clit.

“Interesting.” I thought as I continued to watch.

After a couple of minutes, Sara’s toying turned into full blown masturbation, right in front of that stranger who was wanking.

I kept watching as Sara’s body jerked and shook. Then the guy reached forwards, his finger going inside Sara who jerked a little then started shaking again.

A couple of minutes later the guy backed off, got to his feet and walked off. I came out from my hiding place and went to Sara. Giving her the now not so cold can of cola, I said,

“Enjoy that did you?”

“Hell yes, you saw it did you?”

“Yes I did, get that drink inside you then we are going into the water and I’m going to put something in your other end.”

We had another underwater fuck.

*****

We did explore a few other beaches, but none were as good as the first one, and we never stopped at any others for more that a few minutes.

*****

The Bars.

We spent most nights at one or more of the bars. Sometimes just the 2 of us, other times with people that we had met, and the other times on the bar crawls that were organised by the holiday rep.

When we went out on our own, we often just wandered around, exploring and letting Sara be seen, her wearing very see-through clothes.

We found a number of bars there that had a dance area, some with a little stage, and some nights they had competitions. The competitions that attracted Sara was the Wet T-shirt ones and whenever we saw one that night, Sara entered it.

Sara actually won one of them, but she always ended up totally naked on the stage, on her spread knees and bringing herself off. We both really enjoyed the cheering from the audiences and Sara never got dressed again until we were out on the street.

The sex when we got back to the hotel after the Wet T-shirt competitions was always more intense and always with 69s


The bar crawls were fun as well. Sara always had a handful of guys hanging around her looking through the clothes that she was wearing.

On one of the crawls shortly after the 2 suspected lesbians arrived, they were there as well, and they hung around near Sara and I at all the bars.

They were complementing Sara on her outfit and saying how brave she was to be wearing see-through clothes with nothing underneath. As the night wore on they started complimenting Sara on her jewellery and they both reached for her tits and gently pulled on the barbells that, along with her nipples, had escaped through holes in the net top. 

Sara thrust her hips forward and pulled the front of her dress up saying,

“Have you seen my hood piercing, I’ve got an attachment that bounces on my clit as I walk, it gets me so horny.”

By then I was starting to feel like a spare part, but I just stood back and watched and listened, knowing that Sara was having fun.

“I see that your clit is bigger than most Sara.” Esme said. “Is it on display all the time?”

“Just about, Dylan loves chewing on it and I quite like it when he does that.”

“I bet that he does,” Ella said, “Esme is great at chewing clits as well aren’t you sweetie, I bet that she could get you off faster than Dylan can.”
  
“Is that a bet or a challenge Ella.” Sara replied.

“Well it wasn’t, but, what the hell, Esme dearest, I’ve just entered you into a competition. Dylan, I’m assuming that you are up for this as well?” 

“Err, yes, why not, I’m assuming that you two will be just as naked as Sara will be when this challenge takes place. We can do it in our room later tonight if you like.”

“You’re on.” Ella replied.


On the walk to the next bar I asked Sara if she was okay with the upcoming competition.

“Yes, of course I am, I’m always up for something new.”

Sara giggled a little then continued,

“I was about to say that I would be okay with you fucking Esme or Ella, or both of them, then I remembered that they’re gay. Sorry lover, but they probably aren’t interested in that amazing weapon of yours.”

“I’ll get my pleasure from watching you get your pussy eaten Sara.”

Sara squeezed my arm to her chest as we continued walking.
 

After the fourth bar, the holiday rep said that we were all going to a club. She gave the name of a club just in case anyone got lost, and told us to mention her name to the doorman.

Sara and I had seen the outside of that club and weren’t very impressed and I guess that Esme and Ella weren’t as well because Ella said,

“We were thinking of heading back to the hotel guys, what do you think?”

Sara and I answered Ella by turning around and heading in the direction of the hotel.

The 2 girls quickly caught up with us, and somehow they split Sara from me and they walked either side of Sara, talking, with me behind the 3 of them.

In a way I didn’t mind because it gave me the opportunity to stare at Sara’s butt through her see-through skirt, and stare at Esme’s and Ella’s butts. They were nearly as cute as Sara’s.

In our room I secretly set my phone to video record then turned back to see that Sara was already naked and Ella was taking Esme’s clothes off. Not that there was much to take off, a tank top, a skirt and a thong.

I hadn’t seen either Esme or Ella fully naked before, just topless on the balcony, and I was pleased that the room lights were good and a good amount of light was coming in from outside.

I was stood at the foot of the bed and I watched Esme climb on the bed between Sara’s spread legs. When Esme bent forwards to start eating Sara, her bald, bare butt and pussy where right in front of me.

Sara gasped as Esme’s mouth made contact and Ella asked,

“Esme’s got a real cute butt and pussy hasn’t she Dylan?”

“She sure has.” I replied, but thought that Esme had way too much inner labia for me, I much prefer Sara’s lack of inner lips.


Sara must have been getting all aroused at the thought of another girl eating her pussy because it only took a couple of minutes for her to announce that she was cumming, but Esme kept eating and brought Sara to a second orgasm.

Then Esme straightened up, sitting on her heels, and said,

“My gawd Ella, that was tasty, you should try it.”

“Do you mind Dylan?” Ella asked.

“Of course not, but you have to get naked like Esme did.”

Well Ella didn’t need any pressure and she was quickly naked and taking Esme’s place. I noted that Ella also had lots of lower lips.


I watched Sara’s face and it was very obvious that she was enjoying what Ella was doing to her.

Sara was taking longer to cum this time, and as Esme and I stood watching, Esme said,

“I bet that you are getting blue balls aren’t you Dylan?”

“I am.”

“Ella,” Esme said, “I’m just going to take care of Dylan’s blue balls.”

I doubted that Ella could hear her as I said,

“Won’t Ella me upset with you Esme, I am a man.”

“No, we may prefer each other but we also like a good cock every so often. Sara won’t mind if I give you a BJ will she?”

“No, she wouldn’t even mind if I fucked the pair of you.”

“In that case, get those shorts off, I’m going to ride you until I cum.”


I was laying alongside Sara as Esme mounted me and started the mattress bouncing up and down. With my hand that was nearest to Sara, I started groping around until I found Sara’s hand and we gripped each other’s hand until, first Sara orgasmed again, then I did.

Esme orgasmed quite quickly as well, then Ella sat up, looked at what Esme and I were doing, and said,

“I just knew that you’d fuck him Esme, you’re such a slut. Get off him and suck him until he gets hard again, then I’m going to ride him. Oh, Sara, sweet pussy Sara, we haven’t timed Dylan sucking that clit of yours, why don’t you straddle his head so that you can get your clit in his mouth and we can time him?”


Wow, Sara wasn’t the only one experiencing some firsts that night. Me with 2 girls at once was definitely a first for me.


Esme watched as Sara and Ella took care of me, and themselves, before collapsing on the bed.


After a few minutes of silence, Sara asked,

“So which one of you made me cum the fastest?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Ella said, my stopwatch is still running from when Esme went down on you. Your pussy tastes very nice Sara, you could make a lot money from that.”

“Thanks, but I want to finish university first, then I might be looking for a second job.”

I looked at Sara who winked at me.

“So guys,” Ella said, “that was fun, anyone fancy a repeat another night?”

Sara suddenly had a big grin on her face so I said,

“That sounds good to me, how about the day after tomorrow?”

“Works for me and Esme, it’s the day before we go home so it will be our last good memory here.”

Ella and Esme picked up their clothes and carried them out onto the corridor and into their room as I asked,

“Are we all good Sara?”

“Not quite lover, you haven’t put the cock of your inside my pussy for about 6 hours, and that’s way too long.”

I remedied that problem quite quickly.


We did repeat that experience a couple of days later, but it was slightly different in that Esme and Ella brought their magic wands with them and at one point, all 3 of them using their wands on themselves and the other 3 girls.

It wasn’t just a girls night, all 3 of them took it in turns to fuck me, and ride my face until I made them cum.

All in all, it was a very pleasurable evening and I’m pretty sure that Esme and Ella enjoyed it as much as Sara and I did.

Oh, I managed to secretly video record all of that encounter as well.

*****

The Clubs.

During one of her conversations with our girl neighbours, Sara had learnt about a really cool Club Wear shop, the girl saying that they sold outfits that she wouldn’t dare wear outside of a club. Of course this was like a red rag to a bull for Sara and she just had to go there to see this shop for herself.

We used the ATV the next day to get over there. As was often the case, Sara left the hotel totally naked, apart from her sunglasses, and sat behind me all the way, but with a sundress in her bag in the bike’s lock box so that she could put it on in an emergency and when we got off the bike in a shopping area.

The Club Wear shop was easy to find and I parked-up, Sara put her dress on, and we went in.

Well, Sara was like a little kid in a candy shop, see-through clothes or VERY scanty tops and skirts of every design you could think of, and a lot more.

Sara selected a few that she wanted to try on and she took them to the changing cubicle that was just an ‘L’ shaped curtain in one corner.

“Leaving the curtain far from closed, Sara got naked and started trying on the clothes that to me were a waste of time and money because they hid nothing. When I said to Sara that she may as well not bother with the dress and just go naked, her reply was,

“And I’m sure that I’ll be doing just that sometimes Dylan, but you have to admit that some of them look really cool, and besides, I can wear them when we are out and about on an evening and at the parties back at university.”

Of course Sara was right and I stood back and watched the mini fashion show.  

Every outfit that Sara tried on was either so brief that her slit wasn’t covered or most of her tits were exposed, or very see-through.

The sales person in the shop was a thirty something guy and after few minutes of Sara trying on the clothes, he came over to her and asked if he could help with anything.

As soon as he walked over, I got my phone out and set it to video record then put it in my shirt pocket so that the camera lens was pointing straight ahead of me. I left it recording right until we left the shop.

Sara was just taking a very see-through dress off, and with the curtain being far from closed, the guy could see all of her naked body.

Sara turned to the guy, handed him the dress and asked him if he had the dress in a size smaller. As the guy went to look, Sara winked at me and pointed to my phone. I nodded to let her know that it was recording.

When the guy got back Sara tried on the smaller dress, then the rest of the selected clothes, all the time talking to the guy asking him question about the clubs around there, did the girl really wear clothes like he sold, and what he thought about how she looked in each item that she tried on. All this with her displaying her naked body to him, even tweaking her nipples a few times.

I noted that 2 of the dresses were long ones, but made of some sort of net fabric. The millions of holes being around 1 centimetre in diameter. When she tried them on her nipples went through the holes, and on each dress she tweaked them, as the guy watched, saying,

“Yes, every girl has that problem if she doesn’t wear a bra under it.”

“I would call that more of a feature rather than a problem.” Sara replied.


Selected clothes tried on, and 4 kept to one side to purchase, Sara said,

“Just going to get some other outfits that I saw.”

With that the still naked Sara walked down the shop to where there were what I would describe as bondage gear. Selecting 3 whatever they were items, Sara brought them back to the changing cubicle and selected one.

To me it just looked like a number of thin leather straps joined together haphazardly. I didn’t know if Sara knew how it fitted, but she asked the guy if he could help her. I hoped that Sara enjoyed the guy getting up close and personal with her just as much as I did. A couple of times he even manhandled her tits to get them through gaps in what looked to me like a harness. He also pulled straps up her legs, manoeuvring them to the top of her thighs.  I saw Sara gasp at one point and I was sure that he had touched her pussy.

That was repeated for the other 2 items, and I have to say that she looked good in all 3. When I told her so, she looked down at my shorts, smiled and said,

“So I see Dylan.”

Sara selected 1 of the 3 to purchase and I just knew that it would get worn a lot more times than when we went to a club.

The still naked Sara turned to the sales guy and said,

“We’ll take these, but can I wear one of the dresses when we leave?”

Giving me the sundress that she had worn when we entered, Sara and I followed the guy to the sales desk and when he’d rung them all into the till, Sara took one of the net dresses and slipped it on.


When we were out on the street I could see everything through the holes in the dress, and when I told her to keep walking while I held back. I saw that around a distance of 6 or 7 metres, Sara looked like she didn’t have the dress on.

When I caught up with her, and told her, Sara linked her arm with mind and just said,

“Good.”

*****

Well that was the Club Wear shop, now the clubs.

We’d been told that the local clubs weren’t up to much so we bought tickets to 2 big ones that involved a bus ride to get there. Both of them were around 45 minutes away and out in the countryside somewhere.

To the first one, Sara wore just heels, a net dress that hid nothing, her jewellery, including chain joining her nipples and her clit basher.

We had to walk through the main part of the town to get to the pick-up point and there were plenty of street lights and Sara got quite a few double takes.

At the bus stop we saw the other people waiting for the bus and I was pleased that Sara’s outfit was the most revealing one there. Okay, some of the other girls were wearing see-through clothes but with a thong or G-string under them.

Personally, I thought that the 2 guys waiting who were wearing crazy outfits looked stupid, but that was their choice, and if they were happy, then I was happy for them.

Of course, nearly all the guys waiting had a good look at Sara and she got some nice comments, even from the girls, a couple of whom said that she was brave.


When we got there we saw that the building was huge and there was dozens of coaches all parked up. The music was loud, even outside, and I looked at the bottom of the building to see if it was shaking.

Inside there was a huge dance area and there was already hundreds, if not thousands of people dancing, most of the girls wearing skimpy outfits, some of which I remembered from the club wear shop. I also saw a few topless girls who ignored their state of dress.

Round the sides of the big room was a mezzanine with more people dancing on it. I could see 4 cages hanging from the roof, each with a girl dancing in it, and lights, spotlights of every colour that you can imagine, all moving all over the building.

We quickly moved to the dance floor and found enough space for us. The music was good and Sara quickly got into the mood.

Twice in the next hour or so, a guy came up to us and offered us some pills, but each time we just shook our heads, no.

In spite of how little Sara was wearing, I could see the sweat sheen on her body through the net of the dress, and my shirt may as well have had a hosepipe squirted at it.

I took Sara’s hand and led her to the end of the building where we found a door to the outside and going through it we saw a swimming pool with lots of fancy chairs around it.

“Just what I need.” Sara said as she kicked her heels off, pulled her dress up and off, and jumped into the pool totally naked.

I looked around at all the people on the chairs and saw that most of them had watched Sara whose stripping and jumping in prompted a couple of girls, and one guy to strip off and join Sara.

I sat on a vacant seat and watched Sara frolicking about in the water. Sometimes exchanging brief words with the other girls.

As I was watching Sara I saw huge guy in a black suit and white shirt just watching and I guessed that he was a bouncer.

I signalled to Sara that I was going to get some drinks and she looked happy to stay in the pool.

I noticed another couple of guys dressed like bouncers when I went back inside and to the bar.

When I returned, Sara got out and we sat talking and drinking the soft drinks that I’d bought.

Sara told me that she was really happy and she asked me to look after her dress which I pushed between my shorts and my belt. When she had asked me to look after it I just knew that she was going to stay naked for the rest of the night.

I wasn’t complaining about having to look after her dress because I knew that Sara would be really happy being naked in amongst all those people.

Drinks finished, Sara put her heels back on and we re-entered the main room.

As we went in I looked at the bouncers who just gave Sara a casual glance. I guessed that they were looking for trouble makers, and Sara certainly wasn’t one of those.


Shortly after we started dancing again, smoke was pumped into the main room and it was obviously heavier than the air, and soon I could hardy see Sara.

I took one of her hands and held tight, I didn’t want to lose her, I was sure that there was a lot of drunk or drugged guys there who would have dragged her away and done goodness know what to her.

I started to feel hands all over my body and guessed that Sara was the same. I also guessed that the hands would have been happier when they found Sara’s body rather than mine.

As the smoke started to clear the hands disappeared and I saw that Sara had a big smile on her face.

I made an ‘O’ shape with my left thumb and index finger then poked the index finger of my right hand through the hole.

Still with a big grin on her face, Sara nodded her head the moved so that her back was leaning against my front so I put my hands round her waist and pulled her back onto me.

As we swayed to the music, Sara took my hands and moved them up to her tits where I caressed them, being careful not to catch my hands on the chains dangling from her nipples, or the discs with ‘FUCK’ and ‘ME’ on them.

We continued to sway to the beat and I looked around us. I saw another guy trying to sell some pills, and some money exchange hands. I also saw that no one was taking a blind bit of notice of us so my right hand slid down Sara’s front and found her pussy.

With Sara still leant against me, I played with Sara’s clit and finger fucked her until she started shaking. The was no way that I would have been able to hear her moans and maybe her screams as she peaked.

When Sara was back in control of herself she turned and gave me a long, tongue battling kiss before pulling away and immersing herself in the music again.


Sometime later, no idea when because I had deliberately left my watch back at the hotel, foam started creeping across the floor, slowly building up to above head height.

Again I grabbed Sara’s hand, but this time, and under the cover of the foam, I got my cock out, lifted Sara up facing me, then lowered her until she impaled herself on my cock.

We were still fucking as the foam started to disappear, but no one seemed to care. We only stopped when we had both cum and my cock stared going flaccid.

Soon, we were both immersed in the hypnotic beat of the music but I did manage to look up at the hanging cages. I smiled to myself as I saw that they now contained naked girls and I wondered if they were the same girls who had stripped, or if the cages had been lowered and different girls had got in.

I didn’t tell Sara because I just knew that she’d want to be in one of those cages, dressed as she currently was.


Sometime later Sara turned and leant back on my front again, so I did what I did the previous time that she had leant back on me and I gave her another orgasm.

Shortly after that people started to leave so we made our way out to the coach park. It took some finding, but we eventually found our coach, but not before Sara got quite few comments and offers, all of which we ignored.

The coach trip there had taken around 20 minutes to get there, so, as I sat on the seat I told Sara to climb on me, facing me with her knees either side of me. I unfastened my shorts, got my cock out, and pulled her hips down so that she impaled herself on me.

We had a very pleasant fuck whilst other people were getting on the coach, and during the journey. We ignored the comments from the people getting on and going to seats behind us. It was obvious what we were doing.


Back at the resort, Sara and I walked back to the hotel, Sara not bothering to put her dress back on. Dawn was breaking and the air was fresh and a little chilly, but that didn’t bother Sara.

Yes we saw a few early morning delivery drivers, and a couple of them stopped their unloading and watched us walk by.


For the first time in months, apart from when we were at Sara’s parent’s house, we didn’t fuck before going bed. We just opened the balcony curtain and doors and collapsed onto the bed.


Needless to say we missed breakfast, in fact, the restaurant was serving lunch when we made our way down to the pool where we spent the rest of the day.

*****  

The second nightclub that we went to was actually very much like the first one. Okay, the cosmetics were different but they still had the same type of heavy base, club music, and they didn’t have a pool.

That night Sara wore heels and that harness type thing that we got from the club wear shop. I had to help her put it on and it left her tits, pussy and her jewellery on display. What voyeurs didn’t see was the remote controlled egg that she wore, and this time I took my phone along to control it.

Sara got some strange looks as we walked to the bus to take us there.

The bus was full of people our age, all keen to get there. We saw quite a few girls, and couple of guys, wearing outfits similar to what we’d seen in the club wear shop so Sara didn’t look out of place, except that no other girl’s tits or pussy were on display.


We had a great, but tiring time, and I even managed to finger fuck Sara and make her cum on the dance floor, and that was with my fingers. As for the egg, well, it earned it’s keep, me taking Sara to orgasms at lest 4 times. The music was too loud for me to hear her moans, and with her dancing it was difficult to tell if her body movement were caused by the dancing or the vibrator.

Unfortunately, we didn’t manage to fuck in public, not even on the bus back. I could have insisted that Sara impale herself, but I could see that she was absolutely knackered.

*****

The other club that we went to turned out to be day club and was only a 20 minute walk from the hotel. Sara wanted to go there because, unlike the above nightclub which wasn’t that light, it is outdoors therefore her body would be more visible to everyone close by.

Sara wanted to go there totally naked but, after having seen the YouTube videos of the place, and it being daytime, we both thought that full nudity may well be a bit much for the management.

Sara’s next idea was to wear one of her strings only bikinis, but again we weren’t sure. Then Sara asked,

“Dylan, did you pack that tin of body paint that you bought when we were at your parents?”

“Brilliant Sara, what would I do without you, I can paint a bikini on you. The only problem is that the only body paint that I could get at short notice is water soluble.”

“That’s even better, but I’ll just have to stay out of the water then, or not. Tell you what Dylan, I’ll wear one of my strings only sets and you can paint my tits and pubic mound inside the strings.”

“I’ll have to take your jewellery out before I paint you.”

“Okay.”


About 2 hours before the club opened, we showered then Sara did her hair while I got the paint ready. Hair done, Sara lay on the bed and I removed her jewellery. I couldn’t resist having an early lunch and I licked, chewed, flicked and fingered her to an orgasm before we could move on to the painting.

The strings only G-string was easy to find but the bra took a bit longer because, although Sara had packed it, she originally had no intention of wearing a bra of any sorts.

I painted her tits first, painting only inside the strings frames with Sara telling me that the paint felt strange when I first put it on, but it dried quickly and Sara said that she couldn’t feel it.

Sara’s mound and slit was more of a challenge because she was leaking and I had to get her to stand while I did her vulva. I also used quite a few tissues.

I had to take it real slow painting her protruding clit because Sara kept moaning and threatening to cum.

Once complete, I stood back and decided that someone would have to be real close, and staring at her, to work out that it was just paint covering her tits, mound, slit and clit.

“Shit, nearly forgot.” I said then picked up Sara’s remote controlled egg, told her to spread her legs, and I eased the egg up her vagina. Then I put my phone and her flashing colours butt plug into my pockets and we left the room.

As we walked out of the hotel Sara said,

“I actually feel naked.”

“You don’t look it Sara, you look just like lots of other girls wearing a G-string bikini.”

“Huh, that’s not what I wanted to hear, maybe I’ll get a chance to change that later, there’s still plenty of room in your pockets isn’t there Dylan?”

“There is Sara, but don’t rush to change anything, let’s get into the club and get the lay of the land before you give the guys around you a thrill.”

“Okay.”


Out first stop was at a cafe to get something to eat and I told Sara not to dribble her drink down her chest in case some went on a tit and started to dissolve the paint.

I was surprised, and disappointed, when our waiter didn’t even give Sara a second glance.


After that, we walked to the club, Sara telling me that she couldn’t feel the paint. We could hear the club long before we could see it.

I showed our tickets at the door and we entered without any problems and quickly joined the hundred of people dancing around the pool. We saw a handful of people in club wear, but most of the guys were in shorts and T-shirts, like I was, and the girls ranged from a summer dresses to a G-string bikini, although I did spot a few topless girls.

On the outskirts of the area there were seats and tables with people sitting at them.

We could also see a stage that had some sort of dance group performing, and metres above the pool was a huge inflatable butterfly hanging from a crane, presumably, I couldn’t see it.

Sara soon started dancing and I looked around to see if anyone was staring at her, but I saw none and assumed that anyone who had seen her didn’t realise that her interesting bits were only covered in a stretch wrapper thin layer of paint that matched the colour of her strings only G-string and bra.

Under the glorious hot sun, we soon heated up, but for some unknown reason, no one was jumping into the pool.

We got talking to a couple of girls who quickly realised that Sara’s bikini was just paint between the strings. One of the girls saying that she hoped that the paint was waterproof. When Sara said that it wasn’t, the girl told Sara that as soon as it washed off in the pool she’d have lots of guys trying to hit in her.

“That’s the idea, I just love guys looking at my tits and pussy.” Sara replied.

“And you don’t mind Dylan?” The girl asked me.

“Hell no, I love it when I can see the lust in their faces, them wanting to do all sorts of things to Sara’s body, and me knowing that it wasn’t going to happen because Sara was with me.”


We parted from the 2 girls, danced some more and I noticed that the number of people there was increasing. We decided to leave the dancing and head for the bar where I watched and saw a couple of guys stare at Sara’s front with a confused expression on their faces.

There was 3 (that I saw) topless girls around the bar and Sara said to me,

“I need to get the paint off my tits and get rid of this stupid bra.”

When I’d managed to get a couple of beers, we explored the building and found the rest rooms. There was one for disabled people so I suggested that Sara go in there, telling her that she could wash her tits without any other girls staring at her.

In she went, and when she came out her tits were properly exposed and the strings of her bra were screwed-up in her right hand.

I looked down her front and saw a couple of flesh coloured lines down her pubis.

“I had to splash the water about to get all the paint off my tits, but some ran down my chest and made it to my pussy before I saw it and dabbed it dry.”

“Never mind, you still look like you’ve got a proper G-string on.”

“I hope that people start going into the pool soon,” Sara said, “I want rid of all the paint so that people can see my pussy and clit.”

“I can see your clit sticking out now, it’s just that it’s black not flesh coloured so it blends in with the rest of the paint and the black strings. Relax Sara, I’m sure that there will be plenty of time for you to be of full display.”

“I hope so, I mean, just being covered in paint is great and it turns me on, but not as much as I would be if it was more obvious that I don’t have a proper G-string on and my pussy was properly on display.”

“Let’s go back to the pool area and see if anyone is in it yet. If not we can come back here and you can wash the rest of the paint off. Then I can parade you around and show you off properly but to keep you going I’ll do this.”

I got my phone out and switched the remote controlled egg on, Sara shivered then smiled.

“Thank you lover, I’d nearly forgotten that I had that inside me.”

“My pleasure, and I’ll make sure that you have plenty of pleasure as well.”


We went back outside and, although I couldn’t see anyone in the end of the pool that I could see, there was ripples in the water so something was causing them in the area that I couldn’t see.

We’d just made our way to the other end of the pool and saw that there were a few people splashing around in the pool, then a load more people jumped in. I couldn’t say anything to Sara because she was already flying through the air before she bombed into the pool.

I so wanted to jump in after her, and fuck her in the water, but there was no way that I was going leave my phone anywhere.


A few minutes later, Sara climbed out and I quickly saw that all the paint had gone and that she was still wearing the strings only G-string that beautifully framed her mound and pussy. In a way she looked more naked than without it. But that was looking at her front. Looking at her back she looked just like any other girl wearing just a G-string bikini bottoms, and there were a few of those dotted around that I could see.

I was so proud of my Sara.


Sara came back over to me as I watched the people around us, none of them appeared to give Sara even a second glance. Well none except for 2 guys who were stood quite close to me, and their faces told me that they were looking at Sara’s uncovered pussy.

I gave Sara her beer bottle and we both took a swig before I said,

“Come on, let’s dance.”


We moved to an area where most people were dancing, and we danced. As we did so, I looked at the people around us and no one was staring at Sara. After a while I remembered Sara’s egg and got my phone out, she smiled as I turned up the vibrations.

Before long, Sara grabbed my arm and squeezed as her first orgasm at that club arrived. Again, no one around appeared to notice.

As she got control of herself again, Sara reached up and kissed me.


About an hour later I decided that I needed another beer so I took Sara’s hand and led her inside. Outside the disabled rest room, I put my hand in one of the pockets of my cargo shorts and brought out Sara’s flashing butt plug. Giving it to her told her to go and put it in her butt while I got the beers.

I was still at the bar when Sara came and joined me. She rubbed a bare tit against my arm and I saw the guy waiting next to me look down at Sara then smile.

“Nice.” I heard the guy say to no one.

Finally, I got served and turned to take the beers, and Sara, back outside. As we walked, Sara told me that one of the guys waiting to be served had discovered her butt plug and the fact that her pussy wasn’t covered.

“Did he finger you?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Lucky you.”


As we walked outside I saw that the sun was nearly gone and that it was starting to get dark.

“Switch the light on please Dylan.”

I did, and I turned the egg vibrations up again.

“Oow, that’s nice, can we go somewhere where we can fuck?”

“Not yet gorgeous. It will be properly dark soon so people’s eyes will get attracted to your flashing butt.”

“Let’s dance some more, then go for a walk all around the place, see how many people look at you and maybe say something.”


And that’s what we did, Sara cumming again before I turned the egg vibrations down, Okay, it didn’t get pitch black because of all the strobes and spotlights, but it was dark enough for people to see that there was a flashing coloured light at the entrance to Sara’s butt.

This became more obvious when we went to areas that weren’t so bright, and we, sorry, Sara, did get a few comments, mainly from girls who told her that they liked her flashing butt plug, some asking where she got it from.

There was a way out from the club area onto the beach that had a couple of bouncers on the gate to deter gate crashers but I still had our tickets so we went onto the beach.

We wandered along the beach, talking, kissing, groping and me making her cum multiple times with the egg until 2 things happened. Firstly the batteries in the egg ran flat, and secondly, we came across a stack of loungers where I told Sara to bend over. She did and squeezed the egg out for me to catch, her just knowing that I was going to fuck her.

As my first thrust went deep inside her I said,

“Think, imagine, just a few hours ago this part of this beach will have had hundreds of people on it.”

Sara’s response was grunt as I felt the tip of my cock hit something hard.

The contents of my balls deposited deep inside Sara, and her having had the, goodness knows how many, orgasms of the day, I hugged Sara as we just stood there for ages.

After a few seconds I heard a male voice say,

“Good fuck was it?”

Sara giggled and I replied,

“Yes thanks.”

I also turned us round so that Sara’s back was to the couple that must have been no more than 5 metres from us. When the flashing, coloured butt plug became visible to them, the guy said,

“Nice,” then not so loud he continued, “You should get one of those dear.”

Sara giggled again, then she said,

“Let’s go back to the hotel, I need more that just a quick fuck on the beach.”

What man would argue with that, and instead of going back into the club, we headed to a path that we could see that we assumed led to the main road that we had walked along to get to the club.

We were right, but the road was a lot busier than it was during the afternoon when we walked to the club, but Sara quite happily walked along, ignoring the fact that she was only wearing a couple of pieces of string.


The only attention that Sara attracted was from a couple of drunk youths who let it be known what they would do with Sara’s body if they got the chance.


The butt plug stayed in place until half way through out marathon love making session. 

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