Chapter 7 - Own It

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 7 - Own It

In which Kate owns it all goddamn day, and gets a deliciously naughty late night reward from one of her holiday companions as a result.

That had been amazing.

Amazing.

I lay, panting in exhaustion, on the floor of my bedroom in the holiday villa as I slowly came down from my previous shuddering high. And I was still smiling broadly.

But, inevitably, my mind was in overdrive. It had been amazing, there was no question about that. But what the hell had it actually been? For what felt like the millionth time since I had started this crazy nude journey of mine, I asked myself:

What just happened?

That was a stupid question, really. I knew exactly what just happened. I had been slowly and deliberately stripped naked, and then expertly brought to the most ferocious orgasm I had ever experienced. Right here, against the wall of the bedroom. By one of my best friends. Correction, by one of my

married

best friends. Oh god!

But what did it mean? Was I gay now? Or at least bisexual? I mean, was that a...lesbian experience? Don't be stupid, Kate, I chided myself. Of course it was. Another woman literally just had her fingers inside you, for goodness' sake! But then, I hadn't touched her, at all. We hadn't kissed. She hadn't even taken a single article of clothing off, regardless of how entirely nude I had been. Really, in a way, it had just been another step on this strange journey I was on. An extension of yesterday's submissive exhibitionism. And, as Nicole had said, she was just trying to...apologise to me for her behaviour last night. That was all. And I'd stood there and...accepted the apology. Every single last mind-blowing second of it.

My mind continued to race. Surely there would have had to be more to it for it to be a genuine lesbian experience? If I really liked women, in...that way? I mean, what if Nicole walked back in here right now, stripped her own clothes off, and dragged me into bed with her? Now that would be a lesbian experience, no doubt about that. But would I want that? Would I embrace and explore that moment of sexual pleasure? Would I willingly writhe around with her, our naked bodies entwined around each other? Would I eagerly kiss her soft lips? Would I hungrily taste her nipples in my mouth? Would I slowly venture downwards, exploring her bare body as I went, determined to pleasure her, just like she had so completely done to me? Was it getting hot in here, or was it just me--?

No, no, Kate. I told myself in no uncertain terms. Calm down. You like men. You know that. You...just happen to have been given the orgasm of your life by a woman. That's all. Is that so weird? Oh god,

is that weird?

Oh no.

And how loud had I been?

I know she'd playfully shushed me at one point. But I felt like I'd only gotten louder from that point on, as the experience had become more and more intense. Had the others heard the whole thing? Had my moans of pleasure drifted downstairs, offering an x-rated soundtrack to Maria and Ange's continental breakfast? Had I just screamed loudly enough that the entire south coast of the Iberian peninsula had heard my climax? I felt myself starting to panic, my breathing becoming shallower and shallower. I'd only met these women the other day, and now what? They'd seen me completely nude, for an entire day, and now they'd possibly just heard me...doing that?!

I looked down at myself, feeling my skin glowing red with embarrassment as I took in my situation. Here I was, exhausted and naked, my pussy and thighs still slick with my juices, lying on the floor of a Spanish villa, hundreds of miles from home.

How had I gotten here?

And had Nicole been serious about what she'd suggested earlier? Was everyone else really expecting me to spend today in the nude as well? Where was that going to end? I mean, I loved being nude, there was evidently no question about that. What I'd admitted to Nicole as she'd been stripping me, affirming that I wanted to keep exploring this side of me, that had been the truth. But somehow picturing the rest of the holiday stretching out in front of me, being kept naked for the entire duration, dealing with everyone's teasing, being their (in Nicole's words) 'cute little nude waitress'? That all felt incredibly tiring.

And yet still, with all of that said, after everything I'd just experienced, and with the rising sense of panic I was starting to develop over what might be waiting for me downstairs when I rejoined the others, the idea of spending the rest of my time in the villa completely nude in front of Nicole, Ange and Maria was turning me on all over again. Ugh. Maybe Nicole had been right the first time. Maybe I was just a...filthy little slut.

My mind was still a blur as I forced myself shakily to my feet. Conflicting feelings of panic, satisfaction, hunger and shame still mixed together inside me as I headed for the shower to clean myself up and wash the evidence of the intensely erotic moment I had just enjoyed from my bare skin. And then I saw something in the full-length mirror of the en suite that settled my fears. I looked past my familiar nude body, my tender bald pussy and my slick thighs. And I looked straight at my face.

I was still smiling!

Despite all of that ever-growing list of worries, concerns, and fears, here I was. Still gloriously nude. And still smiling.

Right there and then, spurred on by the joyful afterglow of the moment of pleasure I had just been treated to, I made a decision. If everyone downstairs expected me to get nude again today, I'd be more than happy to comply. That was what I'd craved for so long, after all, ever since I had first started to cultivate these exhibitionist desires. But today was going to be different to yesterday. Today I wasn't going to be meek and submissive, no matter how incredible submitting myself to Nicole might have felt. I wasn't just going to be their cute little nude waitress, obediently scurrying around on their every teasing whim. I wasn't going to be, as Nicole had so awkwardly put it a few moments ago, 'fucking adorable'.

Not today. Today, I was going to own it.

*****

After my shower, I contemplated whether there was any point in picking out something to wear. Going through the theatre of dressing when it appeared inevitable that I'd be stripping it all off again very soon seemed a little pointless. In the end, with a faintly naughty edge to my still-present smile, I decided to simply wrap my towel around me and tip-toe downstairs to join the others like that. All the easier to get naked with, I thought to myself.

As I reached the foot of the stairs, I was a bundle of nerves. I still had no idea how audible my moans had been. How much Maria and Ange might have heard of my stolen moment of ecstasy at Nicole's hands. I also had no idea what they might be expecting from their second day with a completely nude girl for company. Until my fateful faux pas on the lounger with Nicole, yesterday had actually been fairly tame. Sunbathing, cooking, waitressing, dancing. If they really wanted to see my bare body again, did they also want to escalate things? How far would they go? How far would I let them go? But I forced myself to keep those fears internalised, and focused on projecting an air of confidence. After all, today I was owning it.

"Hey!" Ange called out as I walked over to the kitchen island, "There's our nuddy girl!"

I wanted to flinch, to instantly revert to my submissive state. But instead, I just smiled back, and even bowed slightly in acknowledgement of my unofficial title, provoking happy chuckles from the others. Nicole slid my breakfast plate back over to me as I sat down, along with a fresh cup of coffee, and I smiled at her as I tucked in. Whatever the hell had happened between us over the last few hours, out on the sun deck and up in my room, I still wanted her friendship. Maybe more than ever. And she seemed to feel the same way.

"Feeling better?" Maria offered from the other side of the island.

My heart skipped a beat. Was there an undertone to that question? Was she just asking that after my impromptu flustered departure from breakfast earlier? Or was there something else there? Had she really heard my moans of passion from upstairs?

Own it, Kate. I told myself.

Own it.

"Yes, thanks," I nodded, maintaining eye contact, "Just, um, felt a bit dizzy."

And then some, I thought as I recalled the mind-blowing experience I'd just had. I saw Nicole suppress a naughty smile of her own. I hungrily finished breakfast, having worked up plenty of an appetite one way or another, as the others finished their own coffees and chatted.

"So, Kate," Nicole offered to me as I stood up and carried my plate to the dishwasher, "You gonna...work on that tan of yours again today?"

The others giggled again at this leading question, the implication being laid on pretty thick. I could see a glint in her eyes as she asked it. She was evidently happy to play with this new side of me she'd discovered. Earlier, she had said that she wanted to help me, after all. As she had started to...peel all of my clothes off. I quickly suppressed that deeply arousing memory and met her query with a calm smile and a slight nod.

"I think so. Weather looks good for it again, right?"

As I closed up the dishwasher and turned back to the group, I saw Ange casually stride over to me. I didn't realise her intentions until it was too late.

"Then I guess you won't be needing this!" she cried out.

She yanked sharply at my towel, and kept a tight hold of it as it fell away from my body, pulling it away and out of my reach as she skipped off behind me. In a split second, I stood nude in front of the three women yet again.

A ripple of happy laughter passed around the kitchen. Even though I was prepared for another day like this, the suddenness of my exposure made me instinctively want to try to shroud my nakedness with my hands, or turn and run back upstairs, or even chase after Ange to try and reclaim my cover, no matter how comical the sight of a completely naked girl wrestling a clothed one for possession of a bath towel might have been. But I resisted all of those urges. I was owning it, after all. And all of this was my fantasy. Not theirs.

So, instead of shrinking back, or running away, or meekly submitting to my latest nude predicament, I just sighed patiently at my giggling audience as they gazed delightedly at my freshly exposed body, and put my hands defiantly on my hips. I even turned round to Ange as she teasingly dangled my towel just out of reach and openly stared at my bare bottom.

"I guess I won't," I smiled back at her.

With that, and ignoring the fresh flood of nerves inside, I forced myself to step back to the kitchen island, casually pick up my coffee, and then saunter towards the back door. I even allowed myself to add a little shimmy to my hips as I went, feeling like I was strutting down a catwalk at a fashion show in front of an appreciative crowd of onlookers. Albeit a catwalk at a fashion show that was suffering from a severe shortage of outfits.

My newly confident attitude seemed to go down even better with my audience. They giggled and clapped as I parted the sliding glass door and stepped back out into the garden, feeling the welcome sensation of the warm sun on my bare skin once again. I bit my lip and scrunched up my face in delight at what I was doing. And...how I was doing it.

Yesterday, when I'd stepped out into the garden, preparing to disrobe for the first time, I'd been scared. Nervous. Terrified of what I was doing.

But today was different. I was sure of that. Today, I was owning it.

*****

"Can someone do my back?"

I was still owning it.

Just like yesterday, everyone had changed into their bikinis and joined me outside just as I was applying my sun cream. But whereas back then I had been immediately wrong-footed, firstly by Nicole casually taking control and suggestively rubbing lotion into my behind, and then by the others as they, one by one, prolonged my exposure by getting me to lotion their backs in turn, today I was determined to be more confident from the start. So much so that, as I looked at the trio of women from where I sat on my lounger, proffering the lotion bottle to them as my already-lotioned bare chest, stomach and legs glinted in the sunlight, they all seemed a little wary of this new side to me.

Inside, I was still a total bag of nerves. After all, the simple truth was that I was once again completely naked in the company of three clothed women, two of whom I still barely knew. My stomach was in knots, my heart was thumping in my chest, and my head was still all over the place as a result of what had happened this morning, up in my bedroom. But on the outside, I kept up a firm, false wall of confidence. Eventually, with no takers forthcoming for the task at hand, I tutted loudly and gestured impatiently to Ange.

"Ange, come on, please? I'll do your back if you do mine?"

I noticed that Nicole stifled a smirk where she stood, as if she was starting to appreciate this side of me. But I kept my focus resolutely on the red-haired woman to her side. For a moment, she almost looked a little unsure of herself. As if our collective confidence was a finite commodity, and the more I pretended I had, the less was available for the usually boisterous Australian.

I'm not sure if I singled Ange out on purpose, but it was true that she had been my chief tormentor yesterday. She had gleefully pointed out my waxed pussy to everyone. She had theatrically confiscated my clothes when I'd tried to get dressed for the evening. She had delivered a couple of entirely playful - but nonetheless rather painful - spanks to my bottom at choice moments. She had even, just now, gleefully pulled my towel off in the kitchen to leave me nude yet again. So I was electing to fight fire with fire. If she wanted a nude girl for company again, then she was going to have to get used to me owning it.

After her moment of trepidation, she smirked at the others and shrugged her shoulders as casually as she could manage, before she stepped over to me, accepting the bottle and sitting down next to me as I lay down on my front.

"Thank you for your help, Ange," I giggled.

"Yeah, yeah," she sighed and grinned as she squirted some lotion into her hands and got to work on my bare back, "Whatever, nuddy girl."

It didn't take long for her to finish, with what felt like a bit of a slapdash job on my back. But I wasn't done with her yet. I was starting to grow into this falsely confident role, even though my stomach was still doing backflips. As she stood back up, I called after her.

"Sorry, Ange, could you rub some lotion on my bottom as well?"

"Come on, get fucked!" she blurted out instantly, "You can do that yourself."

But I wasn't letting her off that easily. I turned to her with a slightly plaintive look.

"Please? Nicole did it for me yesterday, remember? And the sun feels even warmer today. I really don't want my bare bottom to get burned while I'm lying here in the nude with you."

I punctuated that by shimmying around where I lay, letting my bottom wiggle at her slightly. From behind me, I heard Nicole and Maria stifling giggles at my unexpected performance as Ange merely rolled her eyes.

"She's right," Nicole offered, happily playing along with her formerly supremely confident friend's increasing discomfort, "It's only fair. Get that bum nice and shiny!"

"Ugh," Ange scoffed back, "Fuck you all. Fine."

To further giggles from Maria and Nicole, she reluctantly sat back down, squirted more lotion into her hands and began to manipulate my behind. I bit my lip at the increasingly familiar feeling of a woman's soft hands on such a normally private area of my body, momentarily allowing myself to enjoy the sensation. But I quickly forced myself to stop from going too far. I needed to stay in control today if I was going to...own it. Behave yourself, I silently told my gently tingling pussy.

"There," Angle grumbled after a moment, "Happy now, nuddy girl?"

I was about to let her off, but I heard Nicole stepping forwards. I craned my head around to see her standing to my side, casting a long and deliberate look over my nude form.

Behave yourself!

I chided my pussy again as it moistened further at this fresh attention.

"Come on, Ange," Nicole sighed, pointing straight at my buttocks, "You've left a whole streak of lotion behind there!"

I couldn't help myself.

"Don't tell me she's...half-arsed it?"

The giggles gave way to laughter. Even Ange reluctantly joined in with a shake of her head.

"Seriously," she chuckled, her face tinged slightly red, "Fuck you all."

"Here," Nicole continued as the laughter subsided, "Let me give you a hand."

I stifled a gasp as she reached down and started to knead my bottom again, just as she had done yesterday. After a moment, I watched Ange shrug and join in.

Oh god.

Two women now had their hands on my slick, lotioned bare body! Does this still count as owning it? Despite every warning I had given it, I felt my pussy begin to tingle again. This new sensation was enough to set off my overactive sense of arousal. I locked eyes with Nicole and saw her smile knowingly at me. Was this her way of supporting me on my journey, like she'd promised? Had she seen my confident approach and decided to push me a little further? Was she expecting me to crack, to revert to my previous meek state of submission?

Well, I thought to myself as I smiled back at her. Two can play at that game.

"Hey, Maria," I called out to the one remaining passive spectator in the bizarre little role play that was unfolding around my bare bottom, "I think there's still some room if you want to get involved as well!"

Nicole and Ange both laughed again. The latter now apparently enjoying herself more now her mild discomfort wasn't the focus of everyone's attention. I just bit my lip again. Surely not. Could I really get all three of these women to play with my nude body?

"I think I'll pass," Maria chuckled, provoking a slight, but nonetheless distinct feeling of disappointment inside me.

"Suit yourself," Nicole replied, "All the more fun for us, I guess!"

This time I joined in with the laughter, as I settled down on the lounger to bask in the bliss of the feeling of two sets of hands on my bare skin.

And I wondered if they were enjoying the feeling as well. Because I couldn't help but notice that, despite there now being two of them to complete the job, it took even longer than yesterday to finish rubbing all that lotion into my bottom.

*****

The rest of the afternoon followed a similar pattern to yesterday. I lotioned everyone's backs, one by one. This time, not even caring if they could see between my legs as I bent down to work. Then we lay in the warm sun and topped up our tans (some of us more than others!). And every now and again I would fetch snacks or drinks from inside.

But I was still owning it. Everything I did, I did on my own initiative, rather than being gently ordered to. In a way, my experience yesterday proved key to my new approach. Back then, nude in front of these three women for the first time, I had no idea how far to push things. What everyone's expectations were, and where their boundaries may have been. But now I knew, and that helped me figure out what to do today, to maintain my false confidence. So I wasn't meekly scurrying around every time one of them clicked their fingers, I was striding about the place, nude and proud, doing what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it.

I was still suppressing feelings of arousal from the memory of having so entirely submitted to Nicole. Both last night, so feebly and humiliatingly on the lounger, and then this morning, when I'd stood there and allowed her to completely undress me. So there was no doubt that a submissive role helplessly turned me on. But equally, I was also very much enjoying this more confident approach, where I was more in control of what I was doing, and when.