The holiday is much needed, work has been hard and it's nice to have a break and relax. We deliberately chose a no-effort holiday- a warm country and a private villa.
Built over two storeys, the downstairs is open plan with a light airy kitchen, a big kitchen island, and a lounge area with big sofas and French doors that open on to a patio area with a private pool. Upstairs is a large bathroom with a rainfall shower and a big bedroom with a king size bed and a balcony overlooking the pool.
Perfect for two people who want to relax and enjoy each other. Part of a small complex, the local village is only a short walk away with a beach, some decent bars and restaurants and, much to our delight, a strip club. We did a lot of research before we chose this destination; the strip club and a nearby nudist beach were definite pluses. Being naked and rude is a big part of relaxation for us!
We are pleased to find that the patio is only overlooked by the matching apartment next door. We behave ourselves, mostly. You are topless most of the time, in just tiny bikini bottoms, and I am generous with the suncream. Heaven forbid your fabulous breasts and ample butt cheeks (barely contained by the bikini bottoms) should burn.
I love the way you moan and wriggle as I gently but firmly massage suncream into your ass, my fingers tracing the crease where your cheeks meet your thighs and then teasingly running along the edge of the material between your legs.
We have had to cool off several times in the pool, you wrapping your legs round my thighs, rubbing your hardened nipples against my chest and grinding your pussy against the erection straining in my shorts. Horny and desperate to fuck, we have had to retire to the villa for some privacy.
By day two, we have only seen a single female occupant, so figure she must be by herself. She looks reasonably young, between twenty and thirty, but it's difficult to tell, because we only seem to see her on her balcony, usually in a one-piece bathing suit and hat, ostensibly reading.
On the second afternoon, you are laying face up on the sun-lounger and have been surreptitiously watching her for a while. You whisper, "Go with me on this one."
You stand up and facing me (and away from her) you stretch and say, "I need more vitamin D."
You bend forward from the waist and slowly peel your bikini briefs down. You then lie face down, your legs slightly parted and -- having discretely kicked the lounger, perfectly pointed towards her. "Make sure I don't burn," you instruct me, and I make a great (and enjoyable) play of smoothing suncream into your butt, my hands straying into the depths of your inner thighs. I then sit down as if nothing was happening. She is watching you like a hawk.
After 20 minutes of enjoying the sun, you stand up, stretch, and announce that it's too hot, so you're going to sit on the balcony in the shade and read. You gather your bikini and turning nonchalantly towards her walk around the pool and indoors. I follow you. We head up to the balcony and sit down to wait, you are still naked. "Just watch and see if I am right," you say.
After 15 minutes she appears and walks to her lounger. She has changed into an infeasibly small bikini. Facing away from us she slides the straps of her shoulders and starts to apply oil to herself before laying face down. She then reaches round and undoes the bikini top. After a further 10 minutes or so she rolls over, revealing firm, largish breasts. She smooths oil into them, but her movements are tentative and not sensual. We can see she is tense, so we carry on watching and I wonder where this is going, but you have a smile on your face. After a few minutes she gets up and repeats your walk around the pool towards us before heading indoors.
"Let's see what happens next," you whisper.
She reappears a few moments later and returns to the lounger. With her back to us, she pulls her tiny briefs further into her ass and then smooths suncream into her ass cheeks, taking care to reach between her legs. "She is copying me!" you whisper and stand up, still naked and walk to the parapet of the balcony (which is glass so doesn't hide you in any way) and lean on it.
We see her take a deep breath and turn and lay down face up. You gasp quietly, she has pulled the briefs tight into her crotch but to one side so that her pussy is exposed. It is smooth and hairless. She lies back as if nothing is going on. You beckon me and, stopping to remove my shorts, I come and stand behind you, reaching around to stroke your breasts.
She pretends to see us and, with a catch in her voice says "Err, hi neighbours, would you like to join me? Front doors open."
"Be right there," you call.
We grab a dressing gown each "This is delicate," you say, "Follow my lead."
You carefully arrange your dressing gown so that it is belted at the waist but effectively open all the way down, your breasts covered but frankly little else. I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and three glasses, and we head round.
When we get there, she is sat nervously, bikini briefs properly in position and arms almost covering her naked breasts. I sit at the table and open the wine and pour three glasses whilst you initially stand nonchalantly and introduce us, your dressing gown hiding nothing.
Her name is Dani, and we discover that yes, she is on her own and no, she hasn't really left the villa yet. You discretely wink at me then, looking her in the eye you say, "We saw you applying your oil. You do realise it can stain your bikini if you aren't careful?"
You sit on the lounger opposite her, legs astride and open, undoing the belt on your dressing gown so that it falls fully open. She gazes at your body and then, as if in a trance she stands and removes her briefs. I watch, intrigued, and enjoying the sight of two beautiful women naked in front of me.
She sits back down, mirroring your position, her legs open and astride the lounger directly opposite you. You carry on talking, but stroke your breasts, pinching and palming the nipples. She watches intently and copies you, both of you leaning back on your loungers, legs open. As she fondles her breasts and experimentally tweaks her nipples she gasps and bites her lip.
Continuing to hold her eye contact you run a hand down your body and part your lips, beginning a circular motion around your clit. I hand you both a glass of wine and she takes a big gulp. She tentatively parts the lips on her pussy, and we can only watch, speechless, as her beautiful, prominent inner lips are revealed, already puffy and moist. She starts to rub her clit, tentatively at first and then as you speed up so does she, until suddenly she cums, a huge wracking orgasm. She is instantly mortified and closes her legs, protectively covering her breasts.
You move to sit beside her.
"So, what is this about Dani?" you say, hugging her close into your breast.
Hesitatingly, she tells her story. She was a quiet child, too shy to be part of the crowd. Her family are loving but sex was never discussed. However, she developed breasts early which made her more self-conscious. She quickly decided the boys at school were idiots and applied herself to her studies. She went to university with very good grades and decided to try again in a new environment, resulting in. two deeply unsatisfactory and sticky sexual encounters with boys who knew as much as she did, so again she retreated to studying.
When she entered the world of work, she finally hoped to meet men who knew how to please a woman but was so self-conscious of her own lack of knowledge she hadn't known where to start. In the end she had come on holiday hoping to meet a man for no-strings sex, someone she may never again who might instruct her -- hence the tiny bikini and the full wax. But she had not had the confidence to wear it until today, or even leave the villa. The full wax had revealed to her just how prominent her inner lips were, and this has made her feel doubly self-conscious.
"I've been watching you and how confident you are! I want to be like that and have what you guys have," she wails as you stroke her hair, "but I just don't know how. There is no way to study out of this one."
You hold her for a while and then start to talk to her about sex, how she is not alone, you knew very little at her age too; how sex should be fun, intimate; that it is about giving and sharing, but above all it is about confidence.
You also say gently that what she had done was relatively risky, that luckily, we are safe, that we will not groom her or do anything nonconsensual, but if she wants, we will help he gain knowledge and confidence.
She nods tentatively at that.
