Hi, my name is Emily and this is what I did when I went on holiday on my own.
I'm 22 years old, slim 32A 23 30, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, 5 feet nothing tall. I've been told that I have a cute little bubbly butt. I'm an engineer who shares an apartment with 2 others, both men.
I was engaged to a really nice guy (not 1 of my room mates). The problem was that he started to get all possessive and prudish when I started buying clothes for the holiday. I was determined that I was going to get a great suntan but he wanted me to wear bikinis that would have been fashionable in the 1950s. Not only that he refused to let me buy sundresses that were shorter than just above my knees; and when I said that I wasn't going to take any bras with me I thought that his rage would blow the top of his head off.
Up until that bust-up John had been quite happy for me to wear short skirts and dresses and he loved looking down my tops and seeing my small titties. He'd also loved it when he took me out wearing a mini-dress, with nothing underneath, but for some weird reason the thought of me doing the same and wearing really skimpy bikinis on Ibiza where hundreds of thousands of girls would be wearing similar outfits just made him flip.
The end result was that I gave him his ring back and told him that the engagement was off, that I could never marry a man who was so prudish and controlling. Up until that night I'd really loved him and I could never imaging falling out of love so quick, but I did. To say that I was annoyed with him would be a gross understatement.
It was me who had booked the holiday so I had all the paperwork and I sure as hell wasn't going to let him come with me.
It was 3 weeks before the holiday and I spent a fair bit of of those 3 weeks shopping for the skimpiest clothes that I could find. I planned to take lots of selfies with me wearing next to nothing, or even nothing, in public places and send them to him to show him what he had let slip through his hands.
As the day of departure got close I got more and more excited about the amount of flesh that I was going to show and the number of guys that I was going to have sex with. I also got more and more determined that I was going to have a really good and sexy time. I even took a little note book with me to write the names of my conquests.
DAY 1
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My outfit to the airport consisted of a skater skirt that was so short that it just covers my butt and pussy when I'm stood straight, a see-through, sleeveless blouse that left a lot of my belly bare and tie fastened, and 6 inch heels. I carried a scarf that I could put round my neck and let it hang over my titties if I thought that it would be advisable to have my nipples covered.
The only underwear that I took with me were some thong knickers that I would wear as bikini bottoms. Half of the thongs have no material in them, just the strings so my bald, little girl's pussy would be on display all the time. The other half of my thongs were see-through.
When I said my 'little girl's pussy', I mean that that's what it looks like because I have no inner labia and when my legs are not spread wide, all you can see is a slit. If I'm aroused my clit pokes out between my outer labia. All the boys that have seen it have told me that I look like a little girl, especially as I shave the whole area every morning. The other thing about my pussy is that when I do spread my legs wide my hole gapes open. John told my that a gynaecologist would need a speculum, although he had used one when I went for a check-up to get put on the pill.
Things got off to a great start when I got to the underground station to circumnavigate London to get to Gatwick airport. It was rush hour and I struggled a bit with my case. Going down the escalators wasn't much fun but standing on the trains had their moments. I hadn't really thought about having to travel on the underground, all my thoughts had been about the fun that I was going to have in Ibiza, but that all changed when the first hand slid up my bare thigh to my bare butt. The dense crowd on the train meant that men could grope me without me being able to see who the hands belonged to, I guess that they took my ultra short skirt as an invite and I wasn't complaining, I just hadn't expected the fun to start so soon.
Two separate hands found my pussy and both invaded my body. Unfortunately, neither of them managed to make me cum.
I had to change trains and go up an escalator to get to my next platform and the middle-aged man who followed me up must have thought that he'd died and gone to heaven.
I had a bit more fun on the escalators at Victoria station where I had to catch the Gatwick Express. On one escalator I looked back and down and saw a man looking up at me so I bent forward, pretending to check the luggage ticket on my case.
I managed to get a seat for the last leg of my journey but my skirt fell between my legs and I couldn't be bothered to try to flash my pussy to any of the other travellers.
At the check-in I wore the scarf so as not to risk offending the middle-aged women who worked there. The scarf came off as I went through security and I caught one of the guards staring at my chest. I'd read about a woman getting thrown off a plane because of her see-through top so the scarf went back on as I boarded the plane.
Getting into my seat was 'interesting', I had a window seat and the other 2 of the set of 3 were occupied by 2 young men about my age. I had to climb over them and each of them had my tits right in front of their faces. If they'd looked lower, they would probably have seen my pussy as well, but something was distracting them.
As I fastened my seat belt I made sure that my skirt wasn't covering much of my bare legs and I knew that my bald pubes were on display.
Both guys wanted to talk to me and I discovered that they too were going to San Antonio, but a different hotel. They talked constantly, probably using that as an excuse to look at my chest because their eyes sure as hell weren't looking at my face.
In amongst their talking they asked me why I was on my own, so I told them a brief summary, I figured that I would never see them again so why not admit that I wanted to flash my goodies to everyone and fuck as many boys as I could? After I'd told them that they asked me what the name of my hotel was again. I smiled and told them.
Their staring as we talked made my dark brown nipples as hard as rocks and after a while they started throbbing. I think that the vibrations from the plane were causing my nipples to rub against my top a little and that was stimulating them as well.
My top certainly wasn't rubbing my pussy so that wasn't the reason why it was getting wet.
Once the seat belt lights went off I unfastened the belt and turned sideways a little so that I could talk to the guys without having to turn my head so much. That and the fact that it would give them a better view of my chest. As I'd decided to sit with one leg under me, they had a great view up my skirt, not that they could see much, but enough for one of them to ask me if I often didn't wear knickers.
I lied and told them that I never wore knickers but that I'd brought a couple of thongs with me to wear when I couldn't sunbathe in the nude. Having said that I lied, I was seriously thinking of stopping wearing knickers after the holiday. By then I would be extremely comfortable going without.
Just over half way through the 2.5 hour flight I decided to tease them some more and said that I needed to go to the toilet. They both offered to get up but I told them that I'd managed to climb over them before and that I could do it again.
I did it facing them again, and as I straddled each of their legs I 'accidentally' pulled my skirt up so that my pussy was exposed to them. This time they didn't miss seeing me.
On the way back to my seat I had to climb over them again, but this time I did it with my back to them and as I straddled each of them I sat on their laps and ground my pussy onto the covered hard-ons for a couple of seconds. When I was back in my seat I looked at their trousers and saw the stains from my pussy juices. I smiled to myself.
Getting off the plane was 'interesting' as well. I put my scarf round my neck and covered my tits until I was going down the steps, then a gust of wind from another aircraft's engines caught my skirt and inverted it. My natural instincts made my hand go to pull it down but I only had one hand free and as I was straightening my skirt my scarf blew up and away. Even if I'd wanted to cover my tits again I had nothing to cover them with.
As I stepped off the steps the wind blew again, but this time I resisted my natural instincts and just kept walking to the waiting bus with my skirt up around my waist. A few people on the bus were looking and when I got on, 2 men had big grins on their faces. I smiled at them as gravity took over from the wind.