In a fortnight, there we were, boarding the transfer bus from Palma airport. We were headed to a quieter resort than the infamous Magaluf, but nevertheless it was noticeable that the majority of the passengers were younger than us – certainly younger than me, anyway.

The bus wound its way through all of the hotels on its itinerary, getting emptier as guests arrived at their hotels. Ours was one of the last, and we were the only ones to get off there. I was a bit concerned by this, but I needn’t have been.

Sarah nudged me in the ribs excitedly as we walked through the pool area with our cases, towards reception. There were lots of groups of girls, and separate groups of lads, as well as a few couples and families dotted around. There were plenty of girls getting an all over tan on their top halves, so Sarah wouldn’t have any problems on that front.

We were only in the room for a few minutes, dumping our cases and changing to our pool gear, before making our way back poolside.

Sarah had brought a selection of swimsuits with her. All were bikinis, and the one she chose was white with string tied on each hip – really just a small covering at the front, with a really thin string at the back. Sarah found a table not far from the bar, which happened to be directly opposite the larger of two groups of young men.

“How old do you reckon they are?” I asked, as we sat down. Sarah was clearly choosing a sitting position which would give them the best possible view.

“No older than 20, I’d guess.” She looked me in the eye. “Pretty good age, right?”

“Fine by me.”

We had agreed that Sarah’s potential partners should be non-threatening – people I could manage to deal with, should any unwanted situations arise. So effectively that meant people much younger, or much older. Finding the right type had been a challenge, so getting a lot of them in one place was clearly a bonus.

I sat back to watch the show. The lads were only around five or six metres from us, and we could clearly hear them talking, in lulls from the music that came from speakers around the pool. I spotted more than one of them eying Sarah up, as she got herself comfortable.

As she reached behind, looking like she was going to untie her bikini top, there were a few nudges. They were trying not to stare but eyes kept drifting back to her.

“I think they’re wondering if you are going to go topless.” I grinned at Sarah. She grinned back. They would, no doubt, have been amazed had they realised that the sole reason we were here was so that Sarah could expose herself to people just like them.

It was time for the unveiling. Only one or two of them feigned any pretence of not looking as she pulled her bikini top over her head. I passed her the sun cream, and she spent a long time rubbing it in, paying particular attention to her incredible breasts.

Once she was creamed up, she sat in front of me, asking me to do her back. She made sure her nipples were pointing at the boys at all times, even squeezing them together with her arms ‘accidentally’ a couple of times.

She then made a big show of standing up, getting in the right position again, until she finally lay down on the lounger. Even then, she’d made sure the lounger was propped up in its highest position, so that her tits were still easily visible to anyone who was interested. And there was a lot of interest.

The next few hours started a theme that continued most days. Sarah would get herself an audience, she’d get herself a little worked up, and we’d lie there in the Hot sun talking dirty.

“These guys could be young enough to be in your class!” I teased.

“Don’t start with that again,” she admonished me, jokingly. “Ever since you got that into my head, and showed me that video, I can hardly focus on what I’m supposed to be doing at work!”

She was talking about a gangbang video we’d watched together, where a teacher was fucked hard and repeatedly by six of her students.

“Anyway. Say one of these guys wants me. You OK with that?” I nodded. “I definitely am. Let’s see what happens. Anyone take your fancy?”

“Anyone, yeah,” she replied, seriously. “Any one of them will do fine. One won’t be enough though, we’re here for two weeks.”

We’d arrived at the hotel quite late in the day, so only got a few hours of sun. But packing her things up into her bag gave Sarah another chance to give the boys a good look at her body, effectively just her pubis was covered. And she had an amazing body. She very deliberately left the bikini top until last, giving them a good look at her tits for as long as possible.

The night-time routine for the younger ones appeared to be drinks in their room to get warmed up, followed by one in the hotel bar, before heading out on the town. Sarah and I weren’t clubbers by any means, but we went for a wander, having a nice meal and enjoying the warm air and ambiance

There was a Sex shop on the main street, which surprised and intrigued Sarah. Of course, we went in. We came out with two new additions – an extremely large and thick, realistic shaped dildo, which I was looking forward to seeing her try, and an interesting little c-shaped gadget.

This was, the packaging explained, a vibrator that was designed to be worn under clothes. But the kicker was the remote function of it. It connected via bluetooth to a phone app. So, its vibrations could be turned on and off, up and down, without anyone realising what was going on.

Sarah was wearing a sundress, with no underwear. She slipped off to the toilet of a bar on the main street, whilst I ordered some drinks. She returned a minute later smirking.

“It’s in,” she smirked, sitting down a little gingerly.

“Comfortable? I asked?”

Yeah, it’s like a little clamp. The front sits on your clit, and the other end is inside you. It’s not going anywhere, now it’s in.”

I’d connected to the bar’s Wi-Fi, and was busy installing the app.

“OK, it’s ready to pair – you need to switch it on.”

“Oh. Sarah fumbled around through her dress, trying to locate the button to turn it on. She got a few funny looks, but I guess most would have thought she was trying to adjust her underwear, rather than switch on a vibrator.

“That’s it – we’re paired.”

I offered Sarah the phone, but she told me to keep it and surprise her. After a couple of minutes I turned it on at its lowest setting.

I hadn’t expected much, as she’s used to the power of her Hitachi, but she immediately groaned, before gathering herself and fixing her gaze on me.

“That is fucking Hot! She exclaimed. “It’s doing inside and outside together.” I knew what she meant – there were two motors, one of them was directly against her clit, and the other one was buzzing inside her.

I pushed it up a notch and amused myself watching her try to hold a conversation. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs every few seconds now. When she starts to approach Orgasm, she gets flushed around her cheeks, neck and chest, and I was starting to see this area reddening.

She bit her lip. I reduced the power, and she looked at me with a mixture of relief and disappointment.

“Your round,” I said motioning to our empty drinks. She laughed, got up a little shakily and headed over to the bar. As she was ordering, I pushed the power back up to three quarters. I heard the effect as she tried to get her order out.

“And… wine…” she bent over and rested her head on the bar for a moment. “Oh, fucking hell. Sorry. A bottle of San Miguel and a white wine.”

The barman probably assumed she was drunk. I resisted the temptation to set it off again as she brought the drinks back to our table, but we soon went back to half, then three-quarter power again – full power appeared a little too much, based on the immediate head-shaking that Sarah gave me as soon as it went that high. Within about thirty seconds I could see her Orgasm beginning.

She reached over the table and clutched my arm, digging her nails in hard. As she sat there, her eyes pleading with mine for release, she began rotating in her seat. I dropped the power right down to ten percent.

“Hey!”

“I thought you were getting a bit out of control — surely you don’t want to have an Orgasm right here on the street in front of everyone?”

“I’m so close,” she almost begged. “I need it!”

“Now?”

“Now. Please! Make me come, here, now!”

“In front of all of these people?”

Sarah nodded at me, widening her eyes in a semi-threatening look. I obeyed, steadily increasing the power on the little vibrator and watching the effect on her.

Unless you were paying attention it’s possible you could have missed it, but she began gyrating, then subtly thrusting her hips, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her breathing increased until she was almost panting.

Opening her eyes and locking them with mine, she again grabbed my arm as her Orgasm washed over her.

“Oh christ!” she hissed. “I’m such a little fucking slut aren’t I?”

It was impossible to argue. I was enjoying the show. Sarah was now slumped face down on the table, intoxicated. But the intoxication wasn’t the kind that was common on this strip of bars. She was drunk on lust, and the thoughts of what this holiday was going to bring, and the buzzing of the vibrator which had pushed her over the edge.

She stayed commendably quiet throughout, occasionally giving a little shudder and a low moan, her breathing remaining at the rate of someone on a treadmill for a good minute or so, until she finally raised her head, a look of delight and slight astonishment fixed across her beautiful face.

“Wow!”

“Are you OK?”

I said this more for the nearby customers who were giving occasional sideways glances at her, clearly assuming Sarah wasn’t feeling well having been face-first on the table for the last few minutes. I could see she was more than OK.

“That was so fucking Hot,” she grinned. “I just came in front of all these people!”

In our short time together, I’d yet to encounter a sexual act or idea which Sarah didn’t embrace — she was like a machine. And, despite the potential for public embarrassment and the extreme likelihood of awkward situations arising, I wouldn’t change her for the world.

We finished out drinks and stood to leave. Sarah’s Orgasm also had the effect of releasing a small amount of fluid, which had splashed through the wicker chair she was sitting on. I noticed an older couple looking, faces registering disgust as it must have looked like she’d pissed herself, rather than just had an Orgasm on a public street.

Her embarrassment was compounded by the large wet patch on the back of her sun dress, meaning she couldn’t stand up without everyone in the bar making that same conclusion, that she’d just sat and pissed through her chair onto the street.

“Everyone’s looking at me,” she moaned. But it was a post orgasmic, don’t-give-a-shit type of moan. I laughed.

The warm evening meant everything dried up pretty quick. We got some drinks from the shop beside the hotel and made our way back to our room. We fucked, and I came in her face.

“How many other men are going to cum in your face in the next two weeks? I’d asked, as I wanked over her. We both loved talking like this.

“Anyone I want to,” she winked, looking up into my eyes and presenting her face to receive my load.

“I hope that will be quite a few. I’m going to fuck anyone who wants me, any hard cock I can find I’m going to milk of all their cum. Is that OK?”

My answer was a non-verbal one, delivered in the form of all the semen I could muster, blasted into her forehead and both cheeks.

The next day followed a similar pattern at first. We were up quite early, but Sarah wanted to wait until her audience was in place. Her impatience got the better of her, and we went down to the pool after around half of them had assembled – clearly, they didn’t operate as a unit.

Today she wore a similar bikini to yesterday’s, but this time it was red, rather than white. Again she went through the same routine. There were fewer bystanders, so she made much more of an obvious show of squeezing her tits whilst oiling herself up. And when she came to sit down, she put her right foot up on a chair, letting her left knee fall, giving the boys a nice view of her gusset.

Today we were going to try the nudist beach. There were a few leaflets around the hotel, so we knew exactly where it was. Nevertheless, Sarah decided to advertise how liberated she was by striding over to the group of lads, still topless, and asking them:

“We’re off to the nude beach – do you know where it is?”

One of the lads ran to get the aforementioned leaflet. Sarah was rubbing her hands around her bikini line.

“Have you been there? I don’t like tan lines, you see. I’m getting a nice brown top-half, but the last thing I want is white bits down below – I’m getting a line already, look.”

Twenty-two eyes looked dutifully as she shifted the string on her bikini, revealing a slight white line. The young man returned with the leaflet.

“Oh perfect – thank you so much. How are you all enjoying it here? Having fun?”

She chatted for a few minutes, hands on hips, laughing a couple of times and making sure her tits jiggled for their watching eyes. I came over to join her.

“Here we go Dan – these guys knew where it is.”

I felt like I should show myself to be complicit in her behaviour, so asked them how their holiday had been so far.

“Plenty of young snatch?” I winked. They didn’t reply. Sarah laughed and jabbed me in the ribs.

“Stop it! You’re embarrassing them. I’m sure they are all doing very well with the girls, right boys?”

A few nervous laughs. Sarah appeared happy to have done what she wanted, which was to get across her intentions for the holiday, and to make it clear she was approachable. And I hoped I’d helped.

The nude beach was interesting. It was mainly populated by Germans; from the conversations we could hear. There was room enough to find a pretty secluded area, which was where we headed for our first try here. There was a central area where you could rent a sunbed. I offered to go and fetch one, but Sarah wanted to.

Of course, she stripped totally naked before making the two minute walk, ensuring that most on the beach could see her perfect body. She had a big smile on her face when she returned with the sunbed.

“He didn’t even charge me!”

“I wonder why,” I laughed.

We’d read the leaflet from the hotel lobby, which made it clear that no sexual activity was allowed on the beach. And also that nudism was not optional – so my shorts were off as well. It did feel very liberating feeling fresh air all over the parts that normally remain unseen.

Sarah was already a very liberated person, as we know, but she was really enjoying herself. Barely five minutes went by before she felt the need to get up to adjust her towel, re-apply some sun cream or take a drink.

She then started venturing for a saunter down to the beach, making sure to vary her route each time so everyone could take a good look at her naked body.

I offered to accompany her, but she very much wanted to go solo, so I instead made good use of the excellent zoom on my camera phone, taking some nice snaps of her exposing herself to anyone who wanted to take a look.

“I think I’m going to shave this bush, Dan,” she said on her return. It’s really Hot, everyone looking at me, but I feel like I’m hiding something behind this.”

She ran her fingers through her black pubic hair – she’d already shaved her lips, so it was just the decoration on top, which I must admit I really liked. There is something slutty about a smoothly shaved pubis though.

“Yeah. go for it, will be a nice change,” I smiled.

Looking over Sarah’s shoulder I saw a couple of lads tentatively settling down quite close to us. They had on hats and sunglasses, and were still wearing shorts, which wasn’t allowed on the nude beach. One of them looked a little familiar.

“Don’t look now, but I think a couple of the lads from the hotel have followed you here. Want to give them a show?”

“Oh goody!” Sarah beamed in excitement, and I laughed. “Where?”

“They’re right behind you. 5 o’clock.”

“OK. Time to get my hairbrush out of my bag.” Sarah still hadn’t turned to face them, so the lads must have assumed they’d just got lucky, as Sarah leaned face-first over the side of the sunbed, rear right up in the air, and made the pretence of rummaging in her bag for a good thirty seconds. Feigning a loss of balance, she managed to achieve an obscene position with her bum spread quite wide, her legs straight out to either side.

“Are they looking?” she whispered.

“Oh yes,” I replied.

I couldn’t see their eyes, hidden as they were behind their sunglasses, but there was no way they could have missed her show.

“Is it definitely those boys from the hotel?”

“I can’t be sure, but I think so.”

Sarah then stood and brushed her hair for a few seconds, before turning to face the newcomers.

“I think you’re right, I recognise that one’s t-shirt.”

Totally naked, she pulled her lounger around so that it was directly facing them and propped it up as she had done at the hotel, before lying down on it.

They had a similar view to which they’d been party to at the hotel. But now Sarah pulled her knees up and, keeping the soles of her feet together, let them fall completely apart. She then started rubbing sun cream into her pale inner thighs, getting incredibly close to rubbing her Pussy without actually going there.

Then she simply lay like that, tits out, legs wide open, making sure the boys from the hotel could see everything.

“Oh this is so Hot. You OK with this, Dan?” I had my book laying in my crotch, and Sarah giggled as I lifted it up, without laying a hand on it, just twitching my very firm cock. I was loving watching her flashing at these young lads. Actually, flashing was the wrong word. She was clearly just outright presenting her cunt to them for inspection.

The boys still hadn’t taken their shorts off. Very self consciously they bit the bullet and each slid them off, until they were also naked. But each of them lay face-first on their towels – they were obviously too tight to go and pay for a lounger.

After a few minutes of inactivity, my erection had started to die down, so I removed the book – I’m not sure what the etiquette is for sporting an erection on the nudist beach, but I suspected it wasn’t the done thing.

Sarah had given them a good opportunity to inspect her Vagina, so decided it was time for another ‘cool down’ in the sea. She took an extremely circuitous route, making sure to walk just close enough to the boys so that they could get a nice view from another angle, and just far enough away that she could pretend that wasn’t what she was doing.

On the way back, salty water already drying on her body which was rapidly browning after only a day here, she again made sure to circle round past the boys. This time she made no attempt to keep any distance, walking right up to them.

“Oh, hello! It is you right? From our hotel?” She’d stopped and was facing them, her naked body towering over their prone position on their towels. Each was steadfastly sticking to their position on their fronts.

“Oh, yeah – I remember,” said one of them unconvincingly. Sarah shuffled, subtly parting her legs ever so slightly. The boys now had a direct view into the crevice of her naked Vagina. She continued talking as if she was fully clothed and chatting to a friend at the shops.

“What a coincidence! Isn’t it Hot! I keep having to jump into the sea to cool down. Dan!” she waved over. “It’s the lads from the hotel, come and say hello.”

Luckily my cock had gone almost flaccid, so I was spared the quandary of working out how to get over there with a hard-on. I strolled over, my penis swinging Free as I did so.