Red-Faced Part 3: Spanked Red
Sara's ENF vacation with Rosie continues
This story is the third installment my "
Red-Faced
" story (following
Red-Faced on the Red-Eye Part 1
and
Red-Faced Part 2: Sunburn
)
and would best be enjoyed after reading those first. These stories follow wannabe exhibitionist Sara on her Caribbean vacation, which she and her friend Rosie planned as a way to explore their ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female) and public-nudity fantasies. In Part 1, Sara got an unplanned head start on her naked antics during her overnight red-eye flight from Ireland, courtesy of Anna, a very seductive and dominating flight attendant. Part 2 saw Sara and her friend Rosie meet up and head out to their hotel's clothing-optional beach for their first foray into public nudity, only to run into Anna, who was kind enough to take some time off work so she should could offer some very "hands on" guidance to make sure their "nay-kay vay-cay" is as thrilling as they hoped -- and more...
Sara was mortified that Rosie had caught her playing with herself as she watched her buxom friend masturbate, but Rosie's offer to rehabilitate her straightness by hitting the beach to "catch some dick" could not drive Sara's erotic fascination with Anna from her mind.
Still, when the athletic, naked Latina grabbed Sara by the wrist and forcefully yanked her up from the bed, the horny Irish girl felt strangely compelled to obey.
The girls decided to leave all their gear in their room because they didn't want to risk leaving anything on the beach while they were gone, and after a few deep breaths, they nervously ventured out towards the surf with nothing but their room keys on their wrists.
The water felt amazing coursing over their nude bodies, the constant back and forth flow of the waves across their bare skin constantly reminding them that they had nothing on. They stalled a bit on the pretense of getting used to the water until Sara eventually suggested they start making their way towards a regular beach in the dare that had both agreed to when they were first planning the trip.
Skeptical of Anna's advice from earlier in the day, Rosie insisted that they head south, but barely 100 yards down the beach, they spied the rocks Anna had warned them about and they started making their way north toward the red-roofed JardÃn de Flores, where Anna had told them was the farthest they should go if they wanted to avoid a run it with the police.
Along the way, both girls enjoyed the thrill of swimming amid throngs of beachgoers who were all oblivious that they were both nude beneath the waterline. Rosie seemed particularly interested in chatting up cute guys while secretly naked, approaching them even in much shallower water than Sara dared venture, crouching down to keep the waterline at her shoulders. And more than once -- to Sara's delight -- a big wave would catch Rosie totally off guard, first pulling the waterline down to bare her boobs before she could react, and then totally dousing her in front of the guys she was trying to impress.
"Stop laughing, you freaky bitch," Rosie said the umpteenth time she had retreated to deeper waters rejoin Sara after being humiliated by a rogue wave. "I'm not the one having big, slutty lesbian orgasms in the middle of the beach!"
"Okay, okay! Don't be mean," said Sara, first embarrassed, but then strangely aroused by the accusation. "We're here now anyway," she said, pointing to the red roof. "Those guys are going to get to see a lot more than your boobs if they stick around."
"So... are you really ready to do this?" asked Rosie, as if hoping for permission to back out.
"You're asking the 'freaky bitch' who lets women lick frozen margaritas off her pussy in public?" Sara retorted with a new confidence born from accepting the erotic humiliations she had already endured, then she grabbed Rosie's hand and started walking towards the beach.
"Damn girl! Lemme take a breath," said Rosie, digging into the sand to try and slow her friend down -- but to no avail.
"This is what we came here for, Rosie. If we chicken out, we might as well go home."
Hand-in-hand, the two nude girls ventured up towards the public beach in a long, nerve-wracking walk, with each wave first exposing them more than the last and then splashing against their backs like a bucket of cold water. Soon they were totally exposed and naked with the surf dancing around their ankles, and they looked out at a crowded beach filled with people -- tourists and locals -- none of them so much as topless.
True to Anna's advice, though, there were no kids to be seen, which was a relief to both girls, and made them feel somewhat more comfortable as they strode naked up the beach. Rosie showed her adorably broad, toothy grin and giggled nervously as she reveled in her first experience being naked in broad daylight in front of so many people. And even Sara, who had imagined that she would be totally inoculated from any sense of shame after her humiliating morning of orgasms on the beach, also blushed at the subtle embarrassment of being seen naked by hundreds of people who were only in bathing suits, but still all clothed nonetheless.
Both girls reveled in the euphoria of their exposure, glancing around in delight at the people gawking at their naked bodies in amazement. They saw many judgmental looks, of course, and heard several whistles and catcalls, just as they had expected -- but what they weren't entirely prepared for was the sound of a police whistle.
They looked around frantically and spotted a uniformed man approaching them down the beach from the street, blowing on his whistle and waving his arms. As if emboldened by the official intervention, many people around them began shouting at them in Spanish. The tone was all derisive, but the only word Sara could interpret was "Nudista!"
"Public nudity is illegal here," said the policeman when he reached them, grabbing them both sternly by their arms. "Signs are posted. You are breaking the law."
"We're sorry, we got confused!" said Sara in a panic, covering her bare pussy with the hands.
"I thought Anna said there wouldn't be cops here!" said Rosie as she cupped her ample boobs in a hand bra and brought one leg up to try and hide her trimmed bush.
"Where are your clothes?" the policeman said glancing around. "Did you leave your clothes somewhere on the beach?"
"No -- we... uh, we don't have any clothes..." Sara said, instantly regretting it.
The policeman just shook his head in disgust and started hauling them up the beach.
"Oh my god, Rosie, can't you explain or something?" said Sara. "I mean, you speak Spanish, don't you?"
"My
grandma
speaks Spanish, you racist bitch!" snapped Rosie. "And explain what, anyway? We're buck-naked on a public beach. He's kinda got us."
When they reached the road at the edge of the beach, the officer pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and started cuffing their hands behind their backs.
"Holy shit, he's serious," said Rosie, now regretting she hadn't at least tried her Spanglish on him.
"You are both under arrest for public indecency."
"Lo sentimos mucho! So Sorry!" offered Rosie frantically. "Prometemos nunca más!"
"Silencio!" the officer responded. "Estas bajo arresto."
He took then both by the arm and started pulling the two naked, frightened girls up a street leading away from the beach. Past the short block of beachfront shops, the street opened up onto a wide square filled with locals and tourists milling around and sitting at outdoor cafes. The reaction of the locals to the pair of "nudistas" being arrested was even more scornful than the reaction on the beach. Derisive cries of "
puta!" "mujerzuela!"
and
"furcia!"
rang out at them from throughout the plaza.
"What are they saying?" asked Sara, wincing just at their tone.
"They're basically calling us whores," said Rosie, turning away from one old woman shouting "
puta!"
only to face another yelling
"furcia!"
With their hands cuffed behind their backs, there was nothing either of them could do to hide their nudity. They could only bow their heads in shame as they felt the hot blush of their humiliation burn every inch of their bare skin as they were paraded naked through the crowded square.
"Why did we even do this?" whined Rosie. "This one was your idea, wasn't it, you freak!"
"I'm sorry!" Sara whimpered.
As the two naked girls were hauled past the old colonial church on the square, locals gasped and crossed themselves and the tourists turned their cameras from the architecture to the exhibitionists, more than doubling the entourage they had already accumulated of vacationing lads following them with their phones taking videos.
"I can't believe this is happening!" wailed Sara, turning away as a guy got up in her face with his phone after taking a long, close-up shot of her shaved pussy. "Go away!"
"Jesus, if anyone I know sees this shit on the web, I will
cut
you
, bitch!" snapped Rosie "Oh jeez, forgive me Jesus! I know this is sending me to Hell!" she said as they passed an ancient woman in a chapel veil clutching her chest like she was having a heart attack.
After their excruciating trek through the public square, the two naked, handcuffed girls were actually relieved to finally be hustled into the back seat of a decrepit police car and whisked away from the shouting, picture-snapping crowds. Their relief quickly turned to concern, however, when they began to consider what might face them when they arrived at the police station with no passports and no identification -- not to mention no clothes.
But their concern started building into genuine fear when it appeared that they were being driven away from the center of town where a police station might be, and into an area of small hotels and cottages.
"Wait... where is he taking us?" whispered Sara ominously.
"Hey!
