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Ibiza This is the second of the stories I have already shared with selected lady friends... When I was a , I went on holiday for the first time on my own. Not having that much in the way of spare cash, I decided to take a package trip to Ibiza. Quite cheap, and the attraction of hundreds of topless girls on the beaches there had nothing to do with my choice of course… I didn’t know quite what to expect from a package holiday, and first impressions weren’t helped by the timing of the flight. Got there quite late, and by the time the transfer bus got me to the hotel it was after midnight. On the journey I wasn’t impressed by the holiday company rep telling us that we all had to sit at allocated tables for breakfast! On arrival, I was quite knackered, so I went to bed deciding that exploring could wait. (This was well before Ibiza became the party capital of Europe.) Next morning, I went down for breakfast and found my table, which I was pleasantly surprised I was sharing with a nice looking girl. We introduced ourselves and she said her name was Michelle. We chatted for a few minutes, and then she left to go out – she had got there earlier than me, so she had finished her breakfast already. After I finished, it was finally time to look around. The beach! Topless girls! Oh dear. 10:00 in the morning is a little too early I soon found out. Never mind, off I went into town to see what was what. The ‘town’ (village more like) didn’t have much to offer, and by midday I was back at the hotel. The hotel was right on the beach, but with the entrance on the land side. Luckily, my bedroom window faced out to sea, and when I looked out, the beach was quite full now. Time to go and see what there was to see! At this point, I have to say that I was still a virgin, and naked or even semi-naked girls were an experience just gleaned from porno mags passed around at school, or in a couple of the UK newspapers. At the beach, they were all there. Big boobs, small boobs, young boobs and older boobs. Just about every woman was topless. I soon found a spot to park my towel and sit down to enjoy the view. (Behind my quite dark sunglasses of course…) After an hour of perving, the sun, which was quite hot already, became too much and I decided that enough was enough, and I retreated to the hotel. The next day, I went down for breakfast and met up with Michelle again, who I hadn’t seen at all since the last breakfast. I couldn’t believe how tanned she had got after just one day! We got chatting about what we had done the previous day, and it turned out that she had been on the beach too, but for most of the day – as her tan proved. I mentioned that I had been there for a short time and that I hadn’t seen her amongst the crowds. “Yes, well I imagine you weren’t looking at faces too much” she said with a laugh! Rats! Rumbled I thought as I went as red as a red thing… The rest of the morning went pretty much along the lines of the day before, a look around the village, a quick beer and an hour on the beach taking in the view. It was even hotter than the day before though so I was soon back at the hotel. In the late afternoon when the heat wasn’t so bad I thought it was time to check out the hotel swimming pool. It wasn’t a big pool, but it was big enough with a bar area and plenty of deckchair type seats with lots of parasols which were most welcome. I got a drink from the bar, and chose a seat. After a minute or so, I suddenly saw Michelle sitting at the other side of the pool. She looked totally naked! As luck would have it, the second after I saw her she looked up and saw me looking at her. I gestured to ask her if it was ok to go over and join her, and she nodded. When I sat down opposite her I realised that her boobs were really small, but oh how erotic and oh how brown they were! (I’ve always had a thing for small boobs since then – I blame her!) Her nipples were really small too, hardly sticking out at all, with no areolae to speak of. I clumsily tried to explain that I hadn’t been staring at her, but she said she had seen me at the bar so she knew I had only just arrived. Now I was closer to her, I could see that she wasn’t naked (of course), but she was wearing the tiniest pair of black bikini bottoms I had ever seen. (She was quite a petite girl.) We spent the next half hour or so just chatting about I don’t know what, and after a while I completely forgot she was topless, showing off her little boobies to the world. Trying to be the gent, I went to the bar after a while to get us both another drink, and a bit later on I offered to get another one. “No”, she said “it’s my turn.” So, up she got and wandered off topless to the bar! There were other women around the pool, with their husbands/boyfriends who were also just wearing bikini bottoms, and whenever one of them went to the bar they always wrapped a shawl around them, but not Michelle! I am still even to this day impressed by her confidence. And also to this day I cannot believe how tight her tiny bikini bottom was. I don’t know where her bum<b> cleavage </font></b>started, but the whole world should have been able to see it! (I have her to blame for loving women with small bums too!) The week went on, and I soon realised that a holiday where all there is to do is sit around in the sun during the day, and go drinking at night, isn’t actually my thing. I met up with Michelle every breakfast, and sat with her by the pool a couple of times in the following days, but we both realised that there wasn’t really any spark between us. She was pleasant company, and hopefully she thought the same about me, but all she wanted to do was sit in the sun and read her paperbacks. The last day of the holiday arrived, and I decided to splash out and hire a car for the day. Wanting to get the most of my money, I got up early enough to be down for breakfast as soon as the restaurant opened so I didn’t see Michelle. Ibiza is actually a very nice island away from the tourist resorts and beaches and I had a great time. As I was heading back to the hotel, I passed a huge beach which was full of people. One last chance to have a swim in the sea I thought, so I parked up. I was strolling along the beach, and as I got toward the end, there was a rope barrier running along it. When I got to it, there was a sign saying it was ‘clothing optional’ beyond that point. Oh my God! What to do? Do I? Don’t I...? Hell, why not? I thought. I stepped over the rope and ventured forth. When do I strip off I was thinking with every step. I could see people maybe 50m ahead of me who were obviously naked, so I had to go for it. Off came the Speedos! Bugger! Hadn’t thought about the tanline! Sexy on a woman, but on a man? Too late now. I carried on and soon saw two naked women walking towards me. They were a little older than me, maybe mid-twenties, and they were absolutely gorgeous! Please, please don’t get an erection I was thinking!!!!!!!! Topless is one thing, but totally naked is something else. We passed each other, and gave each other a sheepish smile and walked on. I’m sure I saw one of them glance down at my thankfully still limp cock though. I’ve often wondered if they knew they were the first women ever to see me naked? Now that is an erotic thought! I found a spot and settled down. After a while, any worries about involuntary erections soon went away. I had discovered that nudity and sex are completely different things. Sure, there were maybe 20 naked women around me of all shapes, sizes and ages, and about the same number of men, but nobody was hitting on anybody. I was amazed at how ‘normal’ it felt. After a while, another couple came along and began to settle down maybe 10m from me. They were taking the clothing option from the options available. No one else seemed to mind, so I took it that the girl of the couple seeing me naked was ‘payment’ for me perving at hundreds of breasts over the past few days. She was topless, but both she and her boyfriend had their bottoms on. As they were laying their towels down on the sand, the girl was looking round and she looked my way. She gave me what seemed to be the usual greeting there, which was a sheepish smile, and I smiled back. She then did something else which took me by surprise. She nodded her head towards her boyfriend who was looking the other way, as if to say “I want to be naked, but he won’t let me!” I shrugged my shoulders back at her to try to say “that’s ok, it’s no problem”. She smiled back, and settled down on her back. A couple of minutes later, she knelt up and looked at me. She turned to her boyfriend who was looking in the opposite direction reading a book. Then, when she knew I was looking at her, she quickly pulled the front of her bikini bottoms down to reveal her glorious triangle of pubes (girls had pubes back then!) with her pussy lips clearly visible as a gorgeous pink line! I was stunned! After what seemed no time at all, she pulled her knickers back up, and glanced at her boyfriend to make sure he hadn’t noticed. She then gave me the sexiest smile ever, and pouted her lips at me! Involuntary erection time! I’m not sure if she saw my penis twitch, but I had to suddenly lie on my front to conceal the bad boy! I couldn’t stay too long, as I had to get the car back to the rental place. After maybe 10 minutes when I had regained my composure, I got up, packed my stuff and headed to the car. The exhibitionist side of me made its first appearance, and I made sure she knew I was moving and she glanced up at me. I walked right past her as close as I dared, and with her boyfriend not being able to see with his hat over his face now, she blatantly stared at my cock and balls with a smile on her face. Mr Erection then decided to try and make a comeback, so I hastily had to carry my rucksack in front of me all the way back to the rope barrier, where I put my speedos back on. I can still imagine her eyes watching my backside as I walked away – I’m sure she did! I have lost count of the times I have fantasied about that girl. Has she thought about me since as well? I hope so! Later on that evening, I was at the airport waiting for the flight home. I spotted Michelle there too, who was also flying back, but to a different airport. We said hello, and chatted about our different day’s activities. I said to her that I had hired a car as a last minute idea, which is why I hadn’t seen her at breakfast. I then mentioned that I had accidently stumbled across a nudist beach. “Oh no!” she cried! “If I had known I would have loved to have come with you, if you wouldn’t have minded.” Damn! Damn! Damn! I could have found out what was underneath those tiny bikini knickers! I’ve often wondered if she had pubes, or was a shaven maiden. Maybe neatly trimmed? I missed my chance… Still, if she had been with me, the episode with the girl on the beach would not have happened, and I would have missed one of my greatest achievements – to be flashed at on a nudist beach! |
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