Author's Note
All characters in this part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series are over the age of legal consent (18 years of age).
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Part 25 -- Kailene and I go to Tenerife for the Summer Break
After all our exams and end of year parties; and the other fun that we'd been having; Kailene and I decided to spend a few weeks in the sun (not much of that in England). We had some money from our pole dancing job and decided to hit Tenerife.
Before I could get away I had to go and see my parents. As I'd done the last few times that I'd been home. I stripped as soon as I got into my room and went down to see Mom and Dad. Neither said anything about me being naked, but Dad's trousers looked pleased to see me.
Nothing interesting happened while I was there, except that I teased my Dad and brother something wicked.
The week soon went and I packed a little bag and early one morning I headed to the airport to meet Kailene.
I say a small bag because neither of us intended to be wearing much when we were there. All of the skirts that we took were ultra-short and all of the tops had very little material and most of that was see-through. No bras and knickers; and only 2 or 3 minute thongs that we intended to wear on the beach. The thongs were the ones that I'd made for my holiday in Ibiza and most of them didn't actually cover my pussy.
Besides, we didn't have any accommodation booked and didn't want to have to lug a heavy suitcase around.
Both Kailene and I had decided that the best place to carry our Ben Wa balls was in the place that they belong -- our pussies. Now that wasn't such a good idea because when we had to go through security, we both set-off the buzzers.
I was first through the arch and the buzzer went off. The male security man told me to stand on the little feet images on the floor and ran the wand thing all over me. He could see that I wasn't wearing much (micro skirt and short halter top), and was a little puzzled as to what could have triggered the alarm. The wand thing went off as it went up passed my pussy.
I'd been thinking what could have triggered the alarm, and as the wand thing passed my puss and buzzed I realised what had caused it. I smiled and told him that I was wearing Ben Wa balls. The poor man hadn't a clue what I was talking about. I put my arm out in front of me and pointed to my pussy and slowly said, "Ben Wa balls; sex toy!" When he heard 'sex toy' he seemed to get the message; but he just stood there.
Was this man stupid or what? Perhaps the 'or what'; I pulled the front of my skirt out, being glad that it had an elastic waist, and pointed down to my exposed, bald pubes; and slowly repeated, "Ben Wa balls; sex toy!"
I don't know if I'd made the man's day, he'd just given up; or he actually knew what I was saying; but he waived me through.
Kailene, the little minx, pre-empted the man, and as he waved his wand over her, she lifted the front of her skirt up and pointed to her displayed bald pubes. The man stared at her pubes for a few seconds; then waved her through.
Giggling like naughty little school girls, we walked off to the departure lounge, arm in arm.
After wandering round a bit, we bought a sandwich and a bottle of water for the flight; then found somewhere to settle for the hour or so wait for our flight to be called.
We found a small area that has a few, low, comfortable chairs. We flopped down onto them and soon realised that our knees were higher than our butts. Neither of us sat very lady-like (legs not crossed, and knees slightly apart), and it didn't take long for a group of youths to realise what they could see, and they sat on the chairs opposite us.
In the middle of our conversation, Kailene whispered that she was going to put on a show for the youths. She stood up and lifted her little case onto the chair. Then she bent over it, with her back to the youths.
You've guessed it; her little skirt was up over her butt letting her sparkling wet puss wink at the youths.
Kailene stayed bent over and opened her case. She rummaged around it for a about 10 seconds before zipping it closed and lifting it off the seat and sitting back down.
All the youths were silently staring at her; and one of them was holding his mobile phone up as if he was taking a photograph.
Kailene said something about being glad about not forgetting to pack something, but I wasn't really listening.
We continued talking about everything and nothing; all the time watching the youths, and opening our legs to let them get a better look at our pussies.
After a while we decided that we should go to the toilet before we got on the plane. We stood up and I asked the youths if they would keep an eye on our cases for a while. Two of them said that they would, and off we went.
In the ladies room I had a little go at Kailene for being so brazen. She just laughed and said that I was jealous because I hadn't thought of it first. She was right.
After we'd peed, I heard Kailene pull lots of paper off the roll. I guessed that she had more than just the last drips of pee to wipe, just the same as I had.
As we were washing our hands I suddenly had an idea to confuse the youths -- if they were that observant. I started taking my skirt off and told Kailene to do the same.
As we stood there, wearing only skimpy tops, I asked Kailene if she thought that the youths would realise that we'd swapped skirts. Both skirts are similar designs, but Kailene's is a dark colour, and mine a light colour.
Once we were legally decent, we went back to our cases and sat down again. The youths were silently watching us. Neither Kailene nor I were going to disappoint them, and we both sat in the same un-lady-like way.
Shortly afterwards our flight was called and we headed for our gate. I noticed that the youths waited until we'd got up and then followed us.
The airport is only a little regional one and doesn't have any of these mobile bridge things, so we had to walk outside, over to the plane and up the steps to the entrance.
It wasn't raining at that moment, but it was a little windy. Neither Kailene nor myself held our skirts down and the youths, and other people behind us, must have had a good look at our butts.
Going up the steps to the plane was fun; the youths stayed a few steps behind us, and when I looked round, their faces were level with our butts. There was some sort of hold-up in the plane and we were stood on the steps for a few minutes waiting.
I turned round and looked over the youths to the control tower. I said to Kailene, "Look, that must be the control tower." Kailene turned, just in time for the wind to blow both our skirts up. The youths were staring at our un-covered pussies. I got a bit of a wet rush.
The youth's seats were nowhere near ours, but in the third seat of our row, the aisle seat, was a middle-aged man. We had to ask him to let us by to get to our seats. When I first asked him, he looked as if he was going to stand up for us, but he changed his mind and turned his knees to one side so that we could shuffle passed him.
These charter flight planes have way too many seats crammed in, and there is very little knee room, so it was difficult. As I shuffled, I felt my skirt ride-up as I squeezed against the seat in front. My back was to that seat, so my front was right in front of the man. I'm sure that my pussy was on display, but I don't know if he saw it.
I certainly saw Kailene's pussy as she squeezed in, but I don't think that the man saw it; he was too busy staring at her skin between the top of her skirt and her top; that only just covered her breasts.
We settled-in for the four and a half hour flight, with lots of our legs on show for anyone who looked. And as the plane continued to fill-up, some of the passengers looking for their seats did look down at our legs.
When the flight got boring, I leaned over to Kailene and put my head on her chest and said that I was tired. Kailene put her arm round me and put her hand on my skirt that had ridden up a bit. If the man had cared to look down he would have been able to see my butt. Kailene didn't help; or perhaps she did, as I dozed I felt her hand slide up a bit and more of my butt go on show.
The man must have noticed because I heard Kailene tell him that I had a nice butt and that he could touch it if he wanted. He must have been too embarrassed because I never felt another hand on my butt.
I couldn't get off to sleep because the plane's vibrations were causing Ben to keep me thinking about my pussy; and after a few minutes I sat up and turned to the man and said, "I wouldn't have minded if you'd touched my bum; I quite like someone doing that." He went bright red.
Eventually, the planes vibrations got too much for both of us; and within 10 minutes we both had to stifle our moans as we had small orgasms.
When we landed and stood up, both our seats had wet patched on them.
The flight got there at lunch time and we got a public bus into Las Americas and searched for a cheap hotel. We wanted somewhere cheap to start with until we worked out what was where; then find somewhere with a bit more luxury.
After about an hour wandering round we found one and were shown to our room. It was on the second floor, but when we opened the curtains, we got a bit of a shock. About 3 feet in front of our balcony was a path; then a café. The hotel was built on the side of a hill. Anyone walking up or down the path, or sat on that side of the café, would be able to see right into our room. I was a feature that we exploited quite a bit it the few hours that we were there.
On the first night we decided that we needed a drink, and walked to where the noise was coming from. We went into the first bar that we came to and got a drink; and we paid for it!
We were stood in a corner drinking, talking about what we wanted to do while we were there. At one point, Kailene said, very loudly, "I want sex, lots of sex."
There were 2 couples nearby and they heard her. The 2 girls smiled then turned to the men that were with them. They looked at us then continued talking amongst themselves. All the time, one or more of them kept looking over to us.
When Kailene and I had finished our drinks we were a little happier and more relaxed.
After our second drink we decided to go to the toilet. While we were in there, the two girls that had smiled at us came in and one said, "You girls look like you're here to have some fun."
"Too right we are." I said.
"What sort of fun are you thinking about?" the other asked.
"Sex, adventure, excitement, more sex, something different; anything except drugs," I said.
The first girl then told us that they might be able to help us, and asked us to come and meet their boyfriends.
Kailene and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and followed the girls out.
