Chapter 8 Blind Drunk

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 8 - Blind Drunk

In which Kate's final nude day in the villa allows her three eager tormentors to push her further down her exhibitionist path than she'd ever imagined she'd go.

It's amazing what the two best orgasms of your life can do to a person.

Yesterday night, I had barely slept at all. I'd been such a ball of fear, guilt and arousal after my encounter with Nicole on the sun deck. Not just because she'd caught me flagrantly pleasuring myself, but because I'd then continued to humiliate myself as she had toyed with my submissive nude body, only to deny me any release. My mind had been in a panic, about what I was going to do, whether she had told the others, or even if I'd ever be able to look my friend in the eye again. I'd been a wretched mess.

And yet this morning, on the final full day of what was turning into an almost entirely nude holiday for me here in Spain, I awoke with a feeling of serene satisfaction, positively brimming with happiness after my previous day's experiences. I idly checked the time on my phone and saw that I'd slept peacefully for a full nine hours.

It felt like I should be considerably less serene, precisely because of those aforementioned orgasms. After all, both had been the work of two of the women I was sharing this holiday villa with. In the last 24 hours, I had been pleasured to a shuddering climax firstly by Nicole herself, and then by Ange, one of her friends she had organised this trip with. Indeed, just before I'd enjoyed such a restful night, the latter had been greedily eating my pussy as if her life depended on it, as I had ridden her face with all my strength until I claimed my second powerful release of the day. She'd then rushed back to her own room, her face still slick from its encounter with my dripping wet hole. Leaving me to fall into a deep sleep.

Yes, it did feel like I should be worrying more. About what consequences there might be from my latest stolen moment of pleasure. But instead, here I was, lying nude as the morning light streamed in through my window, as happy and content as I could ever remember being. I yawned, stretched and glanced down at my body where I had fallen asleep on top of the sheets. Apparently my quest for exposure knew no bounds, I giggled to myself. Not even bed sheets can stand in the way of my endless desire to be naked.

I rolled out of bed and jumped in the shower, relishing the sensation of the warm water on my skin. As I soaped myself, I idly wondered if I should try to talk to Ange about what happened at some point, assuming she wanted to. I knew that Nicole considered what happened between us to have been just a moment of holiday madness that, as far as she was concerned, would remain our little secret. And I was fine with that, I guess. But it felt a little presumptuous for me to assume that Ange felt the same.

Yes, she had rushed off as soon as she had finished so wonderfully using my body for her impromptu pussy-eating experiment, and she had repeatedly insisted - in her own rather indelicate way - that she harboured no stronger feelings for me, or for women in general for that matter. But was that the lady protesting too much? Was all of her brashness and her repeated claims that she wanted to go pick up a friendly local man with a 'dick that hangs down to his fucking knees' just an act of overcompensation for her real feelings? Had spending all this time so close to my exposed form awakened something inside her? Not just a latent curiosity to test out her oral sex technique, but a desire to pursue something deeper, something more lasting with another woman? Had my nakedness done all of that?

Stop it, Kate, I sighed patiently to myself as I rinsed the soap from my hair. If your nude body was even a fraction as powerful as you seem to think it is, you'd be Queen of all Spain by now. Hmm, although, wouldn't that be fun? Me, sitting proudly on my throne, wearing nothing but an elegant, golden crown. The first law of my reign: The Queen gets to remain nude for as long as she wishes--

Ok, seriously, stop it, Kate.

I reluctantly ended my daydreaming as I stepped out of the shower and dried off, returning to more practical matters. I did note that, while I was concerned about what Ange might be feeling, today I had no such worries about what it had all meant for me. After my passionate encounter with Nicole, I had been a muddle of confused questions about what it meant for our friendship, my sexuality, and my life in general. But for some reason, despite the arguably even more intense experience of having had another woman devour my pussy as Ange had, I felt entirely sanguine. I still wasn't sure what exactly was going on with me, what I was or what I really wanted. But right now, I was far too happy to worry about any of that.

As I said, it's amazing what the two best orgasms of your life can do to a person.

I finished towelling my hair and took in my naked form, and my now seemingly ever-present smile, in the bathroom mirror, and I allowed myself to bask in everything that I had achieved. If that was the right word for it. After all, it still felt like I'd only really just discovered this side of me. The side that loved being nude, especially around other people. The side that delighted in the sensation of others drinking in the sight of my soft bare body, of feeling their eyes on every inch of my deliciously exposed skin. And yet in no time at all, I'd gone from a silly girl deciding to eat breakfast in the nude after her towel had accidentally fallen off, to a naked and proud woman who had not only spent the best part of two full days in a Spanish villa completely undressed in the company of three other women, but had eagerly allowed two of those women to take her to sexual highs she had never before experienced. All things considered, it had been a busy month or so for little old Kate.

I smiled even wider in proud satisfaction of my journey here, then hung up my towel and walked out of the bathroom. And just kept on walking.

Over the last two days, I had at least made a passing attempt to act like I was going to spend the day clothed. Even if all I'd done yesterday was show up for breakfast in a towel. But I now felt that there was no point keeping up any sort of pretence. Anything I put on would quickly be discarded or ripped from my body anyway. Everyone here knew the situation, and I knew what was expected of me. Or to be more exact, the others knew what they could expect from me. So I simply strode out of my bedroom without even contemplating putting anything on. Like the glorious Nude Queen of Spain that I now felt like.

It was all so freshly exhilarating. As I descended the stairs, imagining the impending feeling of everyone's eyes on me again, I felt myself quiver all over with anticipation. I strode on confidently into the kitchen area, towards the audience that awaited me. And both Ange and Nicole laughed and clapped in unison when they saw me making my grand, nude entrance.

"Hey! There's our nuddy girl!" Ange called out as I walked over. She even stood up from her seat at the kitchen island and, before I could take my own seat, gave my bare bottom a friendly little spank, causing me to jump up involuntarily.

It seemed that any worries I had about Ange's actions from last night having a lasting impact on her were happily wide of the mark. She seemed to have gotten over whatever was troubling her. All thanks to me and my pussy, I thought to myself with a naughty smile. Nicole, presumably unaware of the extra tryst I'd been involved in last night, passed me a fresh cup of coffee as I helped myself to bread and cheese from the communal breakfast plates. Then, I looked around, a little confused.

"Where's Maria?" I asked, disappointed not to be getting three sets of eyes on me.

"Oh, she finally snapped," Nicole chuckled with a knowing look, "She's gone for a drive, to see some of those sights she keeps talking about."

"Aw," I giggled, merrily wobbling my pert little boobs from side to side, "Aren't these sights enough for her?"

The others laughed, as I drank in the feeling of their eyes on me again. I couldn't believe how much I'd changed, how often I was now trying to flagrantly show off my body, as if any second either of them spent not staring at me was time that was being wasted.

"She'll be back soon, nuddy girl, don't worry," Ange added with a glint in her eye, "And she's promised to bring us all a present as well..."

Something inside me suddenly flickered with a slight edge of concern. For the first time since I'd woken up so blissfully, something didn't seem quite right. What present was she referring to? Had something been cooked up behind my back? Had I been right the whole time, back when I thought this little harem of women might be plotting against me?

Don't be silly, Kate, I told myself as I tucked into breakfast. Stop worrying, just enjoy yourself.

And so I did. I went back to enjoying how truly wonderful this nude holiday of mine was becoming. How much I had grown since I'd arrived here. How completely happy I was. And how entirely in control I felt.

I had no idea how quickly things were going to change.

*****

"Tequila."

Maria definitively thumped the bottle down onto the kitchen island in front of the rest of us. The golden liquid sloshed around inside the thick glass container.

"Tequila?" Nicole scoffed back.

"Tequila!" Ange affirmed happily, as if she'd been reacquainted with an old friend.

I watched on with mild confusion, but also a sense of relief. Of all the things Ange could have meant when she mentioned Maria bringing a 'present' back to the villa, I had been expecting something a lot worse than a bottle of fancy tequila. Any primordial concerns that had been festering inside me, threatening to ruin my happy outlook, dissipated in an instant.

After breakfast, me, Nicole and Ange had followed our usual routine on the sun deck. And, in truth, that was what it had been. Routine. Yes, Nicole had lotioned my back, and what I was hoping was starting to be my well-tanned bottom. Yes, I had merrily paraded around in the nude, lotioning their backs in turn, even getting another delightful little spank from the seemingly back-to-normal Ange as a thank you ("Top work, nuddy girl," she had grinned, as I had yelped at the playful slap to my behind). But all of it, even my eager efforts to bring out drinks as part of my nude waitressing act, felt like a routine. Like we had all gotten used to it. The giddy excitement I had felt inside during the first two days had definitely diminished.

As I'd been lying out gently crisping under the midday sun, I had wondered whether this was the curse of my journey. I thought back to my previous adventures. How quickly I'd grown tired of spending hour after hour alone in my apartment in the nude. How soon the quivering excitement of revealing myself on the nude beach had dissipated as my nudity had become mundane, before I'd attracted the attention of the clothed Lara and her hunky boyfriend Liam. I'd always assumed that in order for me to fulfill my fantasies, I didn't just need to be nude, I needed to be...seen to be nude. But maybe it went further than that. Maybe my exhibitionism was like an addictive drug. The intoxicating high of each escalating experience only lasted so long before I needed a bigger hit. I wondered where I might end up, if that was the case. In a year's time, would I be running naked down Oxford Street at rush hour, or streaking across Centre Court during the Wimbledon finals?

To be fair, it wasn't that it didn't still feel good to be outside sunning myself while completely undressed. But the rush was definitely less than it was. And even Nicole and Ange's reactions seemed muted (stinging little spank aside!). Maybe when they'd had as much fun with my body as they now both had in private, a nude waitress routine wasn't really worth acknowledging. Still, I focused on the positives, channeling the oodles of positive energy I'd woken up with. I was still here, I was still nude, life was still good. And now, there was tequila. Even if it did seem a little early for it.

"Um," I offered as Ange poured out a round of shots into a set of glasses she'd found in one of the kitchen cupboards, "It's...two in the afternoon?"

"So? It's five o'clock somewhere," Ange countered definitively, sliding a generous shot in my direction with aplomb, "Besides, it's the last full day we've got out here, so let's get fucked!"

With that, she threw her first shot back and slammed the glass down on the kitchen island. I looked at Nicole, who shrugged and repeated Ange's action. I quickly followed suit.

I'm really not much of a shot drinker. I'd found that out to my cost at university when me and a group of friends had stumbled into a 'vodka shots for a quid' night in a local student bar and I'd spent most of the following day miserably hugging my toilet basin and vowing that from that day forward I would be a teetotaller for life. But still, even as the burning alcohol slid down my throat, causing me to cough slightly, there didn't seem to be too much harm in this. I was still on holiday. And we were all in this together, after all.

It was only after our second round of shots that I saw that wasn't quite the case.

"Are you not having any?" I asked as I saw Maria idly sipping from a bottle of icy cold water she'd also brought back with her.

"Not yet," she shrugged casually as Ange eagerly poured a third shot for the rest of us, "I was thinking that I might go for another drive in a bit..."

I was enjoying myself too much to pick up on anything untoward about that comment, as I giddily threw back another shot with Ange and Nicole, and then hopped about on the spot from the burning sensation of the alcohol, feeling my boobs jiggling as I did so.

"Ok, ok," Nicole sighed as she slammed her glass back down, "Let's pace ourselves a little, hmm? Kate's right, it's only two in the afternoon."

"Come on ya fuckers," Ange cackled as she reached for the bottle again, "Live a little--!"

"No," Maria cut in patiently, moving the tequila away from the red-haired woman, "Just take it easy for a bit, Ange. We've got plenty of time to enjoy ourselves this afternoon, haven't we?"

Despite the buzz from the alcohol messing with me, I was sure I picked up on something that time. The quickest of shared looks between the three of them, as if they were passing on some sort of top secret code. Hmm, I started to wonder, has the harem really been plotting behind my back after all? No, Kate, I reassured myself again, it's fine. Enjoy yourself!

"And," Maria continued, "I didn't just bring back tequila. Picked up some food as well. There was an amazing market down in the town today. All this fresh fruit, vegetables, fish straight off the boats. Incredible."

I giggled as Ange responded to Maria's slightly dorky enthusiasm with a theatrical yawn. But the dark-haired woman seemed unabashed. Instead, she looked at me and smiled.

"So, I've got an idea for this afternoon, rather than just the three of you polishing off all the tequila straight away. You wanna play a little game, Kate?"

The attention she was giving me gave me an extra little rush of arousal inside. That feeling, combined with the unexpected alcohol now inside me meant that I nodded back eagerly without a second thought.

Maria swapped another little glance with the others, which I dismissed as quickly as the first, then walked around to where I was standing. I squirmed a little as she approached, suddenly aware that she was the only woman left in the villa who hadn't indulged herself with my nude body yet. Surely not? Not right here? Surely her game wasn't going to be...?

As she walked behind me, I saw her reach into her pocket, and felt something being gently placed over my eyes. Some sort of soft, silk-like fabric. I found myself tingling at the sudden realisation that I was being blindfolded.

"Um," I giggled, feeling a fresh rush from now not even being able to see who was staring at my bare body, and where, "What's this for?"

"For the game," Maria replied, gently adjusting my stance with a hand on either of my hips, causing my skin to prickle from her touch, "So, I brought back a bunch of different bits from that market. And we're going to give naked Kate here a challenge. If she can tell what type of fruit it is by taste alone, she gets a prize. Ok?"

I heard the others chuckle at this, and I couldn't help but join in. Was this their devious plan? Blindfolding me and then delicately feeding me soft fresh fruit, one piece at a time? I failed to stop myself from quivering at the arousing potential of what was being proposed. Was that deliberate? Did Maria know what I'd done with the others yesterday? Were they all now eagerly competing to try and turn me on? Or, I reluctantly added to the questions tumbling around my mind, were we just playing a silly game with some fruit, and I was making it out to be some crazy sensual act because I was, as ever, completely naked?

I was finding that to be one of the problems with being nude so often. It did tend to make it harder to tell when you were experiencing a genuine moment of pure eroticism, and when you were just eating some fruit.

As I struggled to keep a lid on my tequila-fuelled giddiness, I felt Maria let go of my hips and step away from me. Then, from somewhere in front of me, I heard the rustling of paper bags. Hmm. Could I also hear footsteps? Was someone running off upstairs? Before I had time to consider that, I felt a hand on my left arm.

"Ok," I heard Nicole's gentle voice from next to me, "Here's the first one, Kate..."

I opened my mouth in anticipation. Almost immediately, I felt the thrilling sensation of a soft finger gently tracing its way across my cheek, topped with some sort of cold, fleshy substance. I allowed the finger, which I assumed was Nicole's, to glide delicately into my mouth, and I sucked the soft, seed-heavy treat from it. My lips curled into a slightly smug smile as I instantly recognised the taste. This was easy.

"Pomegranate!" I called out, feeling some of the juice from Nicole's finger dripping down onto my bare breasts in a way that served to elevate the erotic feeling of the moment I was in the middle of. I could feel my nipples had helplessly hardened, and I hoped that everyone would just blame that on the villa's air conditioning.

"Correct!" Maria called out as she clapped, "Looks like she gets a prize!"

I immediately felt a shot glass being brought to my lips. Spurred on by the wonderful sensation of everything I was experiencing, being so nude and blind like this, and still clearly the centre of everyone's attention, I accepted the latest shot of fiery tequila without question.

As I shuddered slightly from the hit of alcohol, I felt Nicole let go of my arm. As if she was leaving the kitchen. And I was sure I heard more footsteps on the staircase. What the hell were they up to? I couldn't stop myself from wondering. But before I could reach for my blindfold and take a peek, I felt a hand taking hold of my other arm.

"Righto," I heard Ange's familiar voice, "Next one, nuddy girl."

I let all my confusion about what was happening on the other side of the blindfold dissipate, as I felt the enticing sensation of a thin slice of fruit being gently run up my chin and into my waiting mouth. I bit into it eagerly, sending a fresh splash of tart, citrus juice down onto my already-sticky chest.

"Ha!" I nodded with supreme confidence, "That's an orange."

"Ooh," I heard Maria theatrically grimace, "I'm sorry, you had to be more specific. That was actually a clementine. So I'm afraid that's a penalty."