Hacienda Holiday

Sometimes I forget to mention at the beginning of my stories, if this is the first story you read published by me, it is an advantage to read my others first. Reading about my evolution in the world of exhibitionism and sex from my first story to this one will help to understand how I got this far.

When writing this story, which comes after the Dubai story in terms of timeline, I had no idea how long the description of a week's holiday would take. So much was happening that I soon realized it was going to take several pages. And then came the dilemma: split up into different publications, parts, or all at once. I had also reached out to some editors but got no response, perhaps all are on leave! So I then decided to publish everything in one go. I made it into a kind of diary with chapters where you, the reader, can stop whenever you want and then continue reading the rest later. Those who read it in one go congratulations! As for language and spelling errors: haven't found a proofreader in the last weeks and don't have any patience anymore, because I want it out! So y'all have to do with me and Grammarly. Not always easy when English is not your mother tongue!

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy it, just as I did.

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Chapter 1 - Introduction & Garden Party

When I got naked outdoors in public for the first time with Christian I knew this was something I wanted to do more. Now several years later we repeatedly enjoy naked beaches in different countries and in winter to keep the naked spirit alive we go to big public saunas. One thing I always wanted to avoid was doing this with people we know - except for a few very good female friends of mine - I imagined it would be very embarrassing and uncomfortable to be nude with people I know or friends of Christian. That's why I cross my fingers when we go to his country to the beach (there is only one for nudists) or sauna, not to meet coincidentally a familiar face! Therefore, it is logical that the very first time Christian fantasized about MFM with him and another man, I did not dislike the idea, but I told him if something like that happened, it would never be with one of his friends...

So far some background introduction...

We were at Marc's place, one of Christian's business friends' garden party in Belgium for a drink and a simple dinner with a dozen other invitees. I was there a few times before and always with a small group of people, most of them couples. It was summer, nice warm weather, and alcohol was poured fast: rosé wine for most women, the men gin, vodka, and whiskey combos with coke, tonic, or juices...

With such a nice temperature I took advantage of wearing a light sexy dress, a bit short as usual, and a nice cleavage, and using some help of a push-up bra to show off my boobies. My tanned shoulders were uncovered, not even bra straps. His friend, Marc, a J&B-Coke fan was in a fun mood and did not hide he liked the way my boobs looked in that dress. He even asked to take close-up pictures and I said okay, as long as he wanted to share them with me.

After a while, he came back to me and asked if I knew he had a holiday villa in Spain. I said I heard of it from Christian and also that we knew the region and had visited before and it was very nice blabla... He said he invited us both to come as guests one day when he and Nancy were there for one or two weeks.

Funnily, I asked if it was free of charge and he said yes of course, just deal with your transportation and buy Nancy and me a nice dinner in a good restaurant that I will recommend!

"That's kind of you", I said, "I will talk to Christian to see when".

Meanwhile, it was getting boiling by Belgian standards and I saw women in bikinis and men in bare torsos to my left and right. Hell, Christian hadn't told me to bring a bikini. What a shame now! I spoke to him about it and he apologized because he forgot. Then he asked what panties I was wearing. I lifted my dress so he could see for himself.

It was one of my Victoria's Secret panties collection, a collection Christian made growing every time he took a flight to buy tax-free in the airports. Colorful and playful, dark blue with white polka dots on the front half, a bit of lace on both legs and a small red bow in the middle at the top. It was a tiny tanga model though, not a thong or G-string but still with some fairly bare buttocks at the back. The fabric was slightly translucent at the front and if you were to sit with your nose on top you could see my pussy. As I was clean-shaven, there wasn't much to see from a normal distance.

He could easily see my strapless bra, a different brand but quite neutral, showing a lot of naked flesh but covered nipples, in white, a color matching everything.

"Why don't you just take off your dress?" he suggested. "The combination you're wearing could just be a bikini," he judged.

He was right. I looked at the attendees, some already somewhat inebriated, and thought it could not harm. I let him help me to open my zipper on the back and got out of my dress. No one looked surprised and I mingled among the people in my lingerie. I got a wink and a thumbs-up from Christian, who reassured me that I looked okay.

Suddenly Marc noticed me again and had to come and check out my outfit. He took my hand and spun me around as if we were doing a short dance. The inspection was positive because he let out that typical sound that men use to whistle after women.

"You have not only a set of nice tits but also a cute ass," he said incredulously.

I had to laugh at it, typical of Marc to make such a remark and I could appreciate it. As I let him enjoy the view, he returned to the topic of the invitation to his holiday home in Spain. Whether I had already thought about it. If I had already talked to Christian about it.

"Yes, thought about it, it must be lovely to unwind for a while," I told him. "But haven't had a chance to fill Christian in yet."

Then he gave one important detail:

"By the way, when you visit us there, the time we spend in the garden and swimming pool everybody has to be naked: is that a problem? Because we are nudists, and this has been a "house rule" forever for all our guests and us".

He was waiting for my reply with a "big expectation look" on his face. I was speechless. I laughed like I wanted him to believe I thought he was joking. But he seemed to be serious, and with Marc, you never know, especially after a few J&B's. I avoided answering and to distract the conversation away from his last question I asked if he could show some pictures of the villa to give an idea.

He took out his phone and easily went to an album full of beautiful pictures of the house and its surroundings. It looked great!

For sure an amazing place, imagine a typical Spanish hacienda with a huge garden, a large private pool, and even a modest tennis court and a nice view of the sea. To enjoy a week in a place like that was very tempting but I did not look forward to letting him see me without clothes. Although I like the nudist lifestyle myself, if that was something he requested it could be a deal-breaker. I can be a naked hero, but so far only among strangers preferably anonymously in places where everybody is naked, like the traditional nude beaches and resorts or a public sauna.

Giving him eyes on me in lingerie was the best he was going to get I thought. The next morning at breakfast, Christian and I talked about last evening and I told him about Marc's special invitation. Christian is also very fond of the location in Spain but he was just like me, not very motivated and reluctant to get naked in front of a business friend he knew for more than a decade. We decided not to go and forgot about it.

Chapter 2 - On the Plane to Spain - Day 1

Now fast forward a few years. Corona made traveling not impossible but complicated, so there were not so many destinations and one of them was Spain. Christian told me over the phone he met Marc the other day and while talking about traveling he invited us again. He invited us probably every 6 months or so, but we couldn't accept for different reasons, mostly just bad timing. I completely forgot about that house rule and only asked Christian what dates were possible. At that specific moment, not having traveled for a long time, I was looking forward to a new chance to get away from the rainy UK and enjoy some Spanish sun. A few weeks later, at the beginning of the Summer, we were on a plane to Spain to chill, relax, and enjoy some time in the sun.

"I wonder about his house rule," I heard Christian suddenly reflecting on the plane.

"Do you think he is earnest about that?" I asked while admiring the white fluffy clouds outside the little window.

"I don't know, I think it can go both ways: or it is a joke or it's not," Christian said, with a face showing he didn't have a clue.

"But if it's not a joke you know we kinda agreed to it, so we will be naked together with your friends, right?"

"Uhhh, yes, I guess so," Christian confirmed with some hesitation.

For a moment I felt some regrets about taking that plane to Spain. The more I thought about it, the more I got nervous. I got an embarrassing feeling when I automatically imagined getting naked in front of them. I pushed away those thoughts and dozed off for the last half hour of the flight.

An hour later Marc picked us up at the airport. It was an evening flight and nearly too late for dinner but we managed to get served and arrived at the villa around midnight. We went to our guest room and fell asleep quickly.

The next morning we had breakfast outside on the terrace and we were dressed lightly because the weather was nice, not too warm but much better than in the UK. Together with Marc and Nancy, we planned our day to have a walk in the little village in the morning, followed by a lazy afternoon in the garden and around the swimming pool. Christian and I did not expect to do any tourist activities since we knew the area and were mainly looking forward to a relaxing week.

After breakfast, Marc invited us to join him and Nancy in the village in his car. As he approached his convertible, a proud grin spread across his face, anticipation twinkling in his eyes. A press of a button on the sleek dashboard, activated the electric automatic top. With each passing moment, the roof of the convertible receded, revealing the blue morning sky above. As the last traces of the top vanished into the rear of the car, he couldn't help but show a surge of excitement:

"I love topless!" Marc said with a big smile towards the ladies.

Christian and I looked at each other while climbing into the narrow back seats.

"Do you think this was a hint?" my eyes asked Christian without words.

We strolled in the old part of the village, ate some tapas for lunch, and then went back to the villa. Marc and Nancy disappeared into the house while Christian and I were enjoying ourselves in the big garden, checking out the sea view and exploring a narrow path leading down to the beach, right behind the villa.

When we returned from a short walk on the beach we saw Marc and Nancy standing at the terrace, waiting for us to come back. We didn't need to come close to see that they were naked, only wearing flip-flops, a hat, and sunglasses. I tried to avoid the thought of the possibility of this situation since we arrived but now it was clear it was not a joke!

We came closer to the posing and smiling couple.

The pose was not like: "Look at us, what do you think about our naked bodies?"

The pose was: "Look at us, we are naked and now we expect you to get naked also!"

"Look!" Marc said while he pointed in all directions around his garden.

"Nobody can see us, it is a completely secluded and safe place to get naked!!"

He was right, you could only see the roofs of a few nearby villas but no peeking from other sides was possible. It was difficult to explain to him that I wouldn't mind strangers seeing me naked and that at this moment the big resistance was him and Nancy, able to see me walking around like Eve.

But yes, we agreed when we accepted the invitation, so we had no other choice than to remove our clothes. I couldn't think of a good excuse not to do it, like it's too cold to get naked, or I have a cough...

I forced a smile and while looking at them I said "Okay okay, I understand"

I saw how Christian was waiting for me, to see what I would do. For a start, I dropped my summer dress on the grass. Under the dress, I was wearing a bikini and I made Christian an accomplice to have me naked in front of his friends by letting him open the back. I freed my boobs and in a short moment I hoped topless would be enough. I posed with arms folded in front of me, a bit hiding my boobs. Marc's way of looking at me told me he wasn't satisfied. From the moment I lost my top, Christian started to get out of his shorts and lowered his undies to get butt naked.

I was the only one wearing bikini bottoms now.

"Come on honey, it's not all that bad," Christian tried to motivate me.

He came alongside and slowly grabbed the string that could loosen my bow tie on the side, trying to keep the situation light and funny.

"Shall I help you?" he asked, as he was carefully pulling already.

Apparently it was ok for Christian to expose me in front of his friends so I gave in and let him do it.

When my bottom came off I felt myself blushing. It was my first time to be naked together with friends and it did have a strange effect on me, unlike my elated feeling of doing the same among strangers. Luckily I had a smooth-shaven pussy, only having a two square cm mini bush on top of her.

Me, who thought Marc would never see me naked, felt how he was watching me and like enjoying a kind of victory. But what could I have done? Making a scene, argue? Marc applauded while looking up and down at me and Christian and together standing there completely naked, yet somewhat uncomfortable, we were approved by our hosts. As if we got something to celebrate Marc offered us a glass of Cava, together with some fresh strawberries. No better way to make me more relaxed and happy than a glass of bubbles and super-fruit.

After I got a bit used to the situation I dared to look more direct to Marc and Nancy. I knew them for so long but never saw them in swimsuits or bikinis, so now without clothes I did some comparing. Nancy had a slim body with long legs, a tall woman when she was standing next to me. She has half long dark brown hair. Her curves were not very round, a bit flat but firm ass and small boobs with light pink perky long nipples, seeming pointing and hard all the time. On several other occasions that I met her, most of the time she was not wearing a bra. I remember from the past, on some party she said "I am not wearing a bra since it don't have tits". She dared to wear dresses or blouses with a huge cleavage, just taking care of "nipple-coverage". No doubt a sexy woman.

In the beginning of our relationship and during our first visits to naked beaches, Christian made a mistake by telling me that sometimes he found flat-chested women, type Jane Birkin, Keira Knightley, with little tits and long hard nipples very sexy and attractive. Since then I behave sometimes bitchy towards Christian when I notice he is watching that kind of woman. No matter how many times he told me he loved my tits, and even said he never had a girlfriend with such amazing boobs like mine, I still confront him in a childish way, and that day wasn't any different. That little feeling of a kind of naughty jealousy was stronger than my kindness and I nudged him with my elbow:

"Hmmm Christian, look at Nancy.... she has your favorite shape of tits", I teased him.

"Don't!" Christian replied, "Not again!"

When I looked at Marc I saw a completely different man than Christian. He had a similar age and height, but that was it. Where Christian still had the shape of an ex-sportsman, yes I know, I have to ignore that little belly, with broad shoulders, muscled arms, and legs, Marc was a lean guy with shoulders, chest, and hips, all the same size and no muscles showing. And when comparing naked men: when Christian's cock is flaccid he is small. Sometimes short in a way you think his cock only exists because it has a head, and sometimes hanging down with the size of something smaller than an average dick.

Of course, I know he is a grower who gets hard over a nice length to have fun to have sex with. Marc's is longer. When flaccid, already over a good average, and when he gets him up for Nancy I could imagine he could gain some extra girth and size. I saw this type of man before on naked beaches: lean, not athletic, no muscles, but with a big cock hanging between their legs.

Marc was happy to see us. He said he was excited we finally found time after all those years he tried to invite us to visit him in Spain. While talking to me, it was funny to see how his eyes went up and down from my eyes to my tits and so on...

Chapter 3 - Grand Slam & Marc's way - day 2

We spent most of the time nude in and around the swimming pool. Amazing how fast you adapt and even forget that you are naked, with or without friends. In the afternoon Marc told us another couple would join us as guests for the rest of the week and then later another couple. The villa had 6 bedrooms so more than enough space. He didn't say who, but apparently the first couple was used to coming to this place because after arriving I saw from afar how they knew the house very well. When they came closer I recognized the guy and the woman from the last dinner party in Belgium. At that time I did not really talk with them.

They entered the house and came back out after a few minutes, nude like the rest of us. He was a tall blond man and his tanned body told me he is used to getting naked and so was his wife, short black hair, slim body without white tan lines, and nice proud tits, guess they passed both halfway into their thirties. Christian and I were on the sun beds when they came to us to introduce themselves.

"Hi we are Johan and Mary, we met at the party a few years ago".

I had a special feeling about getting introduced to new people when everybody is naked, but why not? The way Christian talked with them showed me they met more frequently in the past and knew each other well. I had to focus to keep looking him in the eyes while talking because his attractive completely shaven dick and balls were swinging right in front of me and distracted me.

They did not speak English all the time and Christian translated for me, so I had to hear the men were not shy to talk about the ladies, describe them and how sexy, and also about me having nice size boobs for a little Asian, etc. The afternoon passed in a relaxed way - in and out the pool, laying in the sun - having a drink - the men apart talking and the women also together for some chit-chat. I noticed all of us had smooth-shaven genitals, even the men, Christian included. I got completely comfortable being naked in this little group of friends and now I regret I did not come a few years earlier. What a waste of chances! How foolish of us to be so prudish towards friends. A lesson learned!

I wasn't planning on just lazing by the pool. I love swimming laps, but I noticed when Marc showed me photos of the accommodation that there was also a tennis court. That's why I brought tennis clothes, but it was clear now that I wouldn't need them, just like I wouldn't need my bikini and swimsuit, except for the sneakers, and possibly my cap. I asked who the tennis players were and if anyone wanted to play a game.

Marc was immediately there to take up the challenge. He had several rackets and lent me one of his absent daughter. I remembered how much fun it was to play volleyball naked at the nudist resort and thought it was a great opportunity to play tennis naked now. I went upstairs to get my tennis shoes and socks. I checked myself in the big mirror and thought I looked sexy with my white cap, attached with my hair in a ponytail, white socks and dito wristbands.