Chapter 6 - F.l.s.

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 6 - F.L.S.

In which, having bared far too much to Nicole already, Kate bares her soul. And their friendship takes an unexpected turn.

No.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Not after the perfect, blissful, entirely nude day I'd just had. I must have fallen asleep on the sofa. I was in the middle of some sort of surreal nightmare. Wake up, Kate.

Wake up!

But I couldn't wake up. Because this was happening. It was real. Horribly, horribly real.

Nicole stood and stared at me from the doorway to the villa, and I stared back at her from where I lay. Both of us momentarily shell-shocked by the situation we found ourselves in. She hadn't been asleep. That much was now apparent. She must've come downstairs for a glass of water, or to check up on me. And what had she found? She'd found me outside in the moonlight, nude, masturbating myself into a frenzy on one of the villa's sun loungers.

What the hell had I done? What had possessed me to do that? To touch myself out here?! Why, Kate? I miserably berated myself as I stared at my long-time friend in horrified silence. Why didn't you just go upstairs to your room? After such a wonderful day, frolicking around in the nude for hour after hour with Nicole and her friends, you've just ruined everything! You idiot, Kate! You stupid, stupid, stupid idiot!

"Nicole," I managed to gasp out eventually, "I wasn't--! I mean, I didn't--!"

But what could I say? I couldn't deny what I'd so painfully, obviously been doing. I couldn't claim it was a trick of the light, or some sort of drunken hallucination on her part. I'd been caught, quite literally, in the act. I could feel my juices still staining my guilty fingers. My sudden, utterly uncontrollable horniness that had overridden my rational senses had condemned me to my fate.

I couldn't even run away. Nicole's shocked form was blocking the way back inside, and the rest of the courtyard was surrounded by stout brick walls. The gloriously secret little patch of land that I'd so excitedly selected as an appropriately safe space to further explore my new-found exhibitionist side had now become my prison, caging me and trapping me in a pit of self-inflicted shame from which there was no escape. All I could do was lie on the lounger, my body still quivering from the intensity of the illicit moment of pleasure she had caught me in the middle of, waiting for my punishment.

I didn't know what Nicole was going to do, or say. I half-expected her to simply demand that I pack my bags and leave. That she never wanted to see me again. I even wondered if she might go as far as to call the police.

But instead, she did something else. Something I hadn't been expecting. She slowly stepped through the doorway, towards me, with a distinct smile developing on her face.

"Well," she mused, slowly pacing towards me like a TV detective who had just cracked the case of a lifetime, "Now it all makes sense. Now I understand..."

My eyes widened further. What was that supposed to mean? What did she understand? How could she possibly understand what was going on, when I didn't really understand myself?

"I've been trying to figure it out all day, Kate," she continued, stepping right up to where I lay, humbled and naked, "Ever since you first mentioned you wanted to do the whole nude sunbathing thing. It was so unexpected from you. So different."

I looked back down at my quaking form in shame, as I listened to this clothed, confident woman deconstruct my whole day. Or even my whole self.

"At first, I guess I just took it at face value. You wanted a proper tan and, like you said, it was just us girls here, after all. But then...I saw how easy it was for us to convince you to stay naked for the rest of the night. And then, even when I asked if you wanted me to get the others to back off and end it all, to let you put some clothes back on, you still said you wanted to carry on. And now...it makes complete sense."

I was still shocked into petrified silence, even as she gently perched herself on the lounger next to me and gestured down at my slick fingers.

"This was all some sort of fantasy of yours, wasn't it? Being naked like this."

I gasped as I heard the truth about my situation from another person's lips. And I was further shocked when Nicole began to gently stroke her hand up and down my leg, slowly but certainly inching her way across, towards my inner thigh. Still feeling entirely ashamed, but equally powerless to resist the fresh sense of arousal her touch was kindling inside my nude body, I slightly parted my legs, allowing her fingers to move further and further inwards, stifling a moan as a gentle gust of wind passed over my still-wet pussy.

"And that's what you've been doing today, isn't it, Kate?" she whispered to me in a strangely sultry tone, "Cavorting around in front of us, completely naked. It was turning you on, wasn't it? You like to be naked like this, don't you?"

I felt myself begin to tingle all over. Not just from the feeling of her finger as it traced its way gently up my inner thigh. But also because it was clear to me now. She knew. She knew everything. She'd figured me out completely.

"You can tell me the truth now," she cooed at me, "No more silly lies, Kate."

The finger traced a line right up to the top of my inner thigh, until it was almost grazing my pussy. Then, she traced it back downwards to my knee. The fuzzy feeling of sensual denial caused me to let out a tiny groan of frustration. And I found that I couldn't stop the truth that she'd so politely asked for from pouring out.

"Y--Yes, I...like being naked," I whispered back feebly, "But...there's more to it than just that."

"Tell me."

I wanted to stop talking. I knew I was revealing far too much, even to a friend as close as Nicole. But I couldn't help but continue. The combination of factors at play, the wine still in my system, the heady glow still flickering inside me from my stolen moment of interrupted passion, the feeling of complete exposure as I lay next to her, letting her delicately toy with my nude body, they all compelled me to speak.

"I...like to...be seen to be naked. No, no, I don't just like it. I...love it, Nicole. I love to be looked at, I love it when people see me, like this. When I feel their eyes on me. On my completely bare body. I want them to see me, see all of me. And to enjoy what they see."

"So I was right. It turns you on?"

My head was spinning. I felt close to tears. Or an orgasm. Or both. How had things gotten so out of control? The conflicting emotions of the shame of what I was admitting, coupled with the intense arousal I was feeling as she continued to deliberately run her finger up and down my thigh was becoming too much.

"Yes," I whimpered in defeat, "It...turns me on. So, so much."

"So," she mused, as her soft finger passed within millimetres of my pussy yet again, "Let me get this straight. You came all the way out here, with me and my friends, on an innocent girls' holiday. And all this time, you've been trying to turn this whole trip into some sick little sexual fantasy of yours, is that right?"

There had been an imperceptible change in her tone. It was still gentle, but now a little less supportive and a little more accusatory.

Sick little sexual fantasy?

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I just bit my lip to stifle another guilty moan of pleasure at what she was doing to me. What the hell was happening? Why was one of my best friends sitting here, teasing my helplessly aroused naked body like this?

"You know what all of that makes you, don't you?"

She leaned in close to me to whisper in my ear. I could smell the musk of her perfume, feel her breathing on my cheek, a distinct trace of alcohol on her breath.

"That makes you...a filthy...little...slut."

The entirely unexpected coarseness of her words, countered by the gentle whisper of her delivery, shocked me completely. I snapped a reply before I could stop myself.

"No! I'm not a--! Th--That's not what this is!"

I stared up into her eyes where she sat next to me. It felt like she was towering above me. And she looked entirely unmoved by my feeble attempt at a denial.

"Hmm. Seems to me like that's what you are, Kate. A perfectly filthy little slut. I mean, just look at what you're doing right now..."

I closed my eyes with a fresh hit of shame. I didn't need to look. I knew exactly what I was doing. Every time her finger reached the top of its circuitous journey up and down my inner thigh, as it got closer and closer to my soaking wet pussy, I had started to involuntarily buck and writhe my hips, squirming under her touch, trying desperately to somehow force the tantalisingly scant distance that she was so deliberately maintaining between her and me to close. Silently begging her to touch me where I yearned to be touched. Where she was so carefully and agonisingly avoiding touching me. Again and again.

And I couldn't stop myself. The urge was too strong. It didn't matter that we were friends, that we were outside in the courtyard of a Spanish holiday villa, that I was completely nude and exposed in the moonlight. Each time her finger traced its delicate path upwards, getting closer and closer, I started writhing all over again.

"So," she whispered, "What are you, Kate?"

My mind was close to melting down. I'd never been so turned on, and at the same time, I'd never been so ashamed. The conflicting feelings were driving me insane. I had entirely bared myself to her, not just my body this time, but my soul as well. And I knew there was no denying the answer to the question. My own body was betraying me on that front. I screwed my eyes up tight, and succumbed to the inevitable. To the only answer I could possibly give at this moment. The words tumbled from my mouth in a tiny, sad whisper.

"I'm a...filthy little slut."

"Yes. Yes you are," she purred, "And why are you a filthy little slut, Kate?"

My naked body writhed under her control again. I couldn't stop the answers now, even if I tried. It felt like I was about to explode.

"B--Because I've been...cavorting around all day. In front of all of you. C--Completely naked. I turned this whole trip into--"

I shuddered in guilty, helpless pleasure as a second finger joined the first on my thigh.

"--Into a s--sick little sexual fantasy of mine."

I forced myself to open my eyes again and look up at her. My friend looked back at me with a devilish glint in her eyes. My chest was quivering with every breath. I bucked my hips again, to no avail.

"I'm glad you admit it," she smiled back at me, "So...now we've got all that out in the open, what do you want me to...do to you now?"

She asked the question with such a deliberately innocent air. One completely at odds with the way she was rhythmically stroking my naked body, running her fingers so close to my dripping hole with every pass.

I blurted out my reply without thinking. I had completely and utterly surrendered to what was happening to me.

"I--I want you to touch my pussy," I gasped pleadingly, all my usual hang-ups about saying words like that out loud now forgotten, "I want you to rub my hard little clit. I--I want you to finger my wet cunt. I...want you to f--fuck me hard with your fingers. U--Until I come. F--For you. R--Right here."

I could only get the final few words out through ragged gasps of air. My whole body was shivering. I could barely believe the language that was falling from my mouth. I'd never really been one for dirty talk before. Especially not with the harshness of those words. But in this moment, as I lay naked next to my fully clothed friend, bucking and writhing in horny desperation as she teased me closer and closer to the edge of what I was now sure would be the orgasm of my life, the foul-mouthed tirade came tumbling out like a waterfall.

She looked delighted to hear it.

"Such a naughty, naughty mouth you have, you filthy little slut."

Her fingers reached the top of my thigh again. And stopped. Now expertly hovering a hair's breadth away from my lips. I squirmed in miserable frustration, on the cusp of the ecstasy I now craved with every fibre of my being. Without even thinking, I gasped out one more word.

"...P--Please!"

Her smile twisted slightly, a hint of satisfaction as she saw my hapless, writhing, pleading naked form spread out next to her. She leaned back into my ear. The feeling of her breath on my skin nearly pushed me over the edge.

She responded with one single word of her own. Dripping with delight.

"No."

She took her hand off my thigh.

I was falling again. She had taken me right up to the edge, as close as it was possible for me to get, forced me to admit secrets about myself I never wanted to share, to say things I never thought I'd hear myself saying, and then she had snatched it all away from me.

I heard myself audibly whimpering at her. It was a pathetic sound, even to my own ears, like a helpless little puppy whining to her master as they denied them a treat. But the stern look on her face told me that there was no treat forthcoming. Not now.

"Do you really think you deserve that? After everything you've done here?"

Her words stung me. My arousal remained, even as my shame increased all over again.

"I invited you along on this holiday. And what have you done? You've used me, and my friends, to further your own dirty little fantasies. You've lied to us about what you're doing. And on top of all that, I found you out here...debasing yourself. What if Maria or Ange had found you out here, doing that? Imagine how that would have made me look, after I invited you along at the last minute. So, no. I don't think you deserve any of that."

I couldn't argue against any of that. She was right. Horribly, horribly right.

"Instead," she continued as I quivered beneath her, "Here's what's going to happen. You are going to get up, walk your little naked arse back inside, and fetch me the fresh glass of water I came down here for. Then I'm going to go to bed. And you are as well. And once I've left you, and you're all alone, you are not to touch yourself."

My eyes grew as wide as saucers. I let out another plaintive puppy-like whimper. How could I not touch myself now? My pussy was throbbing with agonised frustration and denial. But she spoke with such calm authority, the same voice I'm sure had helped her get where she was career-wise, that I was somehow compelled to obey.

"Do you understand?" she whispered, "You don't deserve any pleasure right now, Kate. You don't deserve to come."

I'd never wanted to come more in my life. I was a hapless nude ball of arousal. My juices were starting to coat my thighs.

But I found myself nodding back.

"I understand," I whimpered, "I...don't deserve to come."

She smiled victoriously and stood up, gesturing for me to head back inside as she'd told me to. It took me a moment to build up the energy to stand. My legs were shaking underneath me, my pussy so tender from the frenzy I'd been whipped up into. Firstly by myself, in my moment of stupidity, and then by Nicole's delicate fingers. Head bowed, I slowly stumbled back into the villa and obediently fetched her a glass of water.

As I ran the tap, I stared straight ahead, barely believing what had just happened.

Still, I guess I'd finally answered one of my pressing questions. What was I? Turns out I wasn't a nudist, or an exhibitionist, or a submissive, or just a kooky weirdo. Nicole had told me what I was. The words she'd used to describe me still echoed in my humiliated mind.

Filthy. Little. Slut.

*****

I barely slept at all.

For one, I was simply too turned on. Even after I'd retreated to my bedroom, showered, dried off and clambered into bed, my entire body was still tingling. I'd been worked up into such an agonised state of arousal out in the garden, I wasn't sure that I'd ever come down again. It was uncomfortable just lying under the thin bed sheets, my pussy still wantonly moist, my electrified nipples grazing the fabric.

But also, I barely slept because I was still trying to process what had transpired out on the sun deck. Nicole, one of my closest friends, who I'd known since the start of university, had not only caught me frantically masturbating outside, she had then teased my nude body to the brink of ecstasy and back while hurling insults at me for my behaviour. And then, to cap it all off, she had denied me the release she had been teasing me with all that time, and even ordered me not to pleasure myself now I was alone.

Now I was lying in bed, reviewing everything that had happened in the heat of the moment, I couldn't see anything other than this being the end of our friendship. I mean, surely we couldn't go back to being two gal pals innocently meeting up for a glass of wine after work after that. I'd just been writhing around desperately trying to get her to touch my soaking pussy. I'd just begged her to...oh god...to

finger my wet cunt!

I'd said that! To her! Out loud! That's not the sort of thing you just shrug off like nothing happened.

In fact, I wasn't sure I could even face her at all. Picturing me trying to casually sit down with her for breakfast tomorrow was too horrible to think about. The idea of staying around for the rest of the holiday now seemed excruciating. I resolved to check how much it might cost to reschedule my flight back first thing in the morning, praying that my modest budget would stretch that far. If Ange and Maria wondered where I was going, I'd blame some sort of family emergency. Better that than tell the truth, that I could no longer face my friend after she'd teased me into a bucking nude frenzy, after I'd come out with that awful foul-mouthed plea for her to touch me, finger me, pleasure me to orgasm.

And all of this was all my fault. That was the really sickening part. What the hell had possessed me to start playing with myself outside like that? I couldn't blame that on simple exhibitionism, surely? That had been something else entirely. Some sort of self-destructive part of me hiding away somewhere inside. All I'd had to do was head upstairs to my bedroom. There was even a lock on the door, for goodness sake! If I'd just taken that simple precaution, nobody would ever need to have known about the things I was doing to myself, or why. But instead, some wretched force had taken over me. The wave of euphoria I'd been riding after all the nude sunbathing, and waitressing, and dancing had blinded me to the risks. I'd felt invincible, unstoppable, the star of one of my own fantasies when nothing ever goes wrong, no matter what sort of nude performance I was putting on.

And now I'd ruined everything. My naked adventure in Spain, the exhibitionist journey I'd been on, even my friendship with Nicole.

I tossed and turned for hours under the thin sheet, tormented by my miserable thoughts and feelings of regret. But also by my continued arousal from Nicole's teasing. Not only from her physical actions on my exposed body, but also from her words. The stinging insults she'd taunted my writhing, hapless body with. And the firm final order she'd given me.

And despite my hyper-aroused state, and the fact that rationally I knew there was no way she could have ever told the difference, I didn't consider pleasuring myself. Even once.

*****

I finally dozed off at some point, but I only managed a few short hours of sleep before the warm sun streaming through the blinds on my window, and the sounds and smells of breakfast being prepared downstairs, woke me up again.

I got dressed, before reluctantly opening my door and stepping out. I really didn't want to go downstairs, to see Nicole and the others. Had she told them what had happened? Did everyone now know my shame? What I'd been caught doing out on the sun deck? Maybe they'd all had a good laugh at that. A good laugh at the filthy little slut.