As you open the door you feel the warmth cling to your skin. You leave the safety of your air conditioned room behind and close the door.

Making your way through the hallway towards the elevator you come across a man going the opposite way. Passing each other you hear his cadence change and suddenly become more aware, as if he’s looking back, staring at your behind.

“Maybe I should’ve wrapped the towel around me,” you say to yourself. “Ah well.”

Holding the book that you’re hoping to finish in one hand and a towel draped over your forearm you left your ass exposed to prying eyes of men and women alike, although the latter oft more jealous.

Planning on how to dress always seems less daring back in the hotel room. There you decided on wearing white leather sandals on heels. You always thought they go so well with the Chanel baby blue you chose for your toe-nails. The fine sandals also push your toned calves up, guiding curious eyes over long tanned legs up to your firm bum. Making sure that anyone whose ears you catch with your walk, their eyes you keep with your ass.

You’re contemplating turning back to reconsider your bikini. Maybe it would be safer wearing what you wore the days before.

“No,” you thought, you were not going to back down from a dare. And anyway, “If you’re going to tuck your bottoms between your cheeks anyway you might as well man up, go the no-coverage route and not look silly with most of the back of your bottoms rolled up in there.”

In the hotel room you had held the bikini up and looked at it one last time before you pushed down your knickers and stepped carefully, as if you were worried to break them, into the white bottoms. Pulling them up you had witnessed your smooth bulge disappear behind the stretched piece of nylon and were amazed it could cover it completely. The bikini was so small you had to run your fingers along the sides to where your legs meet to make sure your lips were fully covered.

Better safe than sorry, you thought.

Without any further encounters you make it to the elevator and call for it. Anxiously you wait and hope that it will be empty. A soothing tone relieves you and with a sigh you enter the empty elevator.

You’re not feeling too confident yet but you can feel this growing on you. It’s exciting to be this exposed and you look good. There’s no need to be ashamed or self-conscious about anything.

You tap RC and the elevator zooms down, gently coming to a halt a few seconds after. Stepping out you make your way through the foyer, to the back of the hotel.

On your way over you smile at one of the hotel’s workers. He wishes you a pleasant afternoon. You thank him and almost involuntarily flex your cheeks. You do not even have to look at him to know he saw that.

The back of the foyer gives access to the pool. Casually, you overlook the area and search for an empty chair. You spot one, slightly remote, with some cover provided by palm trees, undoubtedly very carefully planted around to pool to make them seem as random as can be. It’s hot and the sun is high. The shadow of the trees will provide a welcome escape in case you need to cool down.

The steadily paced rhythm stemming from your heels confidently striking the floor makes the hotel guests look up as you pass them by. You must be dragging at least seven pairs of eyes along by the time you reach your chair.

You spread your towel, lie down and start reading. The pool is near and calls at you whenever you need the refreshment. The water’s colour is friendly and inviting. You hear kids play and mothers occasionally tell them to stop splashing about but those sounds fade to the background as you’ve been lying on your back for a while, reading, unaware of your surroundings.

There are quite a few people around the pool but they’re all minding their own business. Some of them notice you, but they realise they can’t stare for too long. You’re lying there casually in your little white bikini, one knee bent to support your book. Your breasts proudly on display, only half-covered by the thin white fabric, nipples clearly visible through the sheer piece of cloth after taking a first dip in the pool.

You look around and wonder again whether you should have worn this bikini. You’d never even think of wearing something this small in public but your best friend dared you and no way were you going to back down from a dare. Especially not hers.

You look up and see her binoculars looking down at you from the terrace of your room. You wave, wink and continue your book. After a while in this position you turn slowly onto your stomach and pose yourself so you’re comfortable to read some more.

Resting on your elbows your back is arched, making your breasts hang heavily in their little white pockets underneath your chest. Your back is beautiful, sweat drops glistening in the sunlight, rolling in the crevice formed by your shoulder blades, over your spine and down to your little bikini bottom. A bikini bottom covering nothing at all. Your ass sticking out, accentuated by the thin white string of cloth parting your tanned cheeks - the secret to tagging along those curious and envious eyes.

For a while you lie there reading. And then you feel someone sitting down next to you on the deck chair. You were about to ask him what he was trying to achieve when you feel a man’s hands on your back. To your surprise they immediately feel good too. You think for a second and agree to let him continue. But no way were you paying for a massage you didn’t ask for!

You’d like to turn around and look over your shoulder but he’s sort of keeping them in place so you can’t. You have no idea who this guy is. You feel hands covering every inch of your back, from where your neck meets your shoulders all the way to your sides, over your bikini’s string holding your top up, then further down to your bottom. It’s so good that you can feel the stress being drained from you. After some iterations going up and down your back you notice that he’s focusing on your lower back more and more, occasionally even touching you below your thong’s waistband.

“Well, that’s interesting,” you think.

At one point he scoots his hands over your ass and massages the back of your upper leg, moving periodically from your leg over your one of your ass-cheeks to your lower-back. Switching legs you can feel his hands gradually touching your cheeks more and more.

You love it. This is a great massage. It actually helps get rid of the stress and is physically pleasing to boot.

As time goes by you get more and more comfortable with him touching your bum. Sometimes you feel his hands move back up over your sides to your breasts, running his fingers over the parts where they spring off your waist. With his strong fingers now dipping more and more between your cheeks, you seem to have abandoned all decency. This massage has gotten you so horny you don’t care about what people think. Some have started looking at the two of you, but never paying too much attention.

Your cheeks are being molded and you love it. You feel fingers ride over the little bit of fabric between your cheeks, tracing it over your little asshole and stopping just above the widening of the thong.

Up and down your get felt over this piece of rope, teasing your ass and never touching you further down between your legs. This continues but it seems like even the man’s patience has come to an end because you can now feel the tip of his finger diving a bit deeper between your thighs, gently touching the back of your pussy through the wet sheer thong.

You can feel the knot in your bottoms loosen, thinking fuck, this is almost too much. But you don't care anymore. You're almost annoyed that it's going this slowly.

“If this man wants me, he can have me.”

Then it dawns on you again that people might be watching. And maybe one or two already are, but no-one minds.

The side-tie loosens some more and you can finally feel it snap free. Your bottoms are only secured on one side now. The fabric covering your lips relaxes and you can feel the left side of your pussy regain its freedom.

Not only do your feel it there, you feel it between your cheeks as well, your asshole's now uncovered.

He picks up one of the ends and moves it over your back to the other side, dropping it on your hip. Still on your stomach your pussy is being uncovered a little more from one end.

"This is crazy, what am I doing?" you can hear yourself think.

Before long his hands are on your now free ass again and they stroke it up and down, massaging it. You're waiting for it, and waiting for it, and then it happens, his hands are moving towards your partly uncovered lips. But that's not what happens. At least not yet.

To your surprise a finger holds still at your asshole and it starts circling around it, putting pressure on your hole before circling it again, moving away and back on it again. You're going insane thinking, please, man, just finger me.

Then it sinks in, you pause for a second and know it, "This man is really interested in my ass. This is crazy,” and then it sinks in. The tip of his finger. After putting pressure on your little hole for a while you can feel it enter, spreading your skin around it. He is fingering your ass, but just slightly.

You blush and keep the book a bit closer to your face.

Confidently, though controlled, he’s pushing in a bit more, you're tensing up a little but then you feel his other hand straddling your leg as if to calm you down. Moving up over the back of your leg, pushing deeper between your thighs, the other hand eventually reaching the loosened piece of cloth. Without much ado you feel his fingers on your wet lips, massaging them. You even try to scoot back a bit as you so much want to have him touch you harder but the finger in your ass stops you immediately.

Some women have noticed you two having a bit too much fun though no-one calls out. Some of them look away in disdain, others don't and keep throwing looks. Men too notice but they seem too shy to look, fearing their women's reaction should they pay too much attention.

A lot is going through your head. A unknown man came over, took off half your bottoms and started fingering your ass and perfectly bald pussy. What if anyone finds out or complains? You'd be fined or worse, get kicked out of the hotel!

You thought he’d never find out about your smooth lips but here he is, getting glimpses of them as he moves his hand back a bit every time he pulls away from your pussy.

You start looking around to see if everything is still okay with the rest of the hotel residents. Your eye catches on one man sitting a bit further away, slightly hidden behind some plants. He's looking straight at you and you can see his cock raging in his swim trunks. You love the sight of him watching you. From time to time he reaches for his dick to re-adjust it in his tight boxer-brief like pants.

You drop the book and start fixating on his cock, imagining what it would look like, wanting it.

Meanwhile the stranger has started spreading your lips from time to time and stroke the very inside of them, getting his fingers wet with your juices. Your lips got incredibly smooth and frictionless by now. When he moves a bit faster or pushes a bit harder you catch yourself letting out small uncontrolled sighs. You're blushing like crazy thinking about the whole situation.

This goes on for a while, you're enjoying it. Suddenly he’s at your ear again, whispering you a question, you can't believe what you're hearing.

"How bad would you like to suck that man's hard cock?"

You bite your lips and think about it. Then, just as you said “Very,” his fingers slide down a bit futher and touch your clit for the first time, out of control you let out a gasp and quickly close your mouth again.

He instructs you to draw the man's attention and make him come over, have him sit right in front of you on the deck chair, legs spread. Drawing his attention isn't the problem here, he’s had his eyes on us the whole time, not drawing other people's attention was far trickier.

You look at him and beckon him with your finger. He has a surprise look on his face but his eyes are hidden behind sunglasses. He seems to hesitate but you aren't giving up. You were going to suck that man's cock as you said you would. When you wink at him a second time he adjusts his erection in his trunks and comes over.

The guy sitting at your hip finds his way back to your ass and keeps playing around with it, circling it and dipping in his finger. By now your little bikini is showing signs of your pussy's wetness where it touches your lips.

Instinctively the man in sunglasses knows what to do, he sits right in front of you, his trunks inches away from your face. You look up at him as he leans back on his arms and see his chest. The man is hairy but muscled, very masculine. His small blue swim trunks can hardly contain his raging dick and near the tip of his cock you notice the pre-cum staining through.

You're looking at it, not really knowing what to do, smelling the chlorine of his trunks mixed with his juice.

You get snapped you out of your gaze by a finger that gets pushed deeper into your ass, pushing you up a bit, closer to the man in front, as if to tell you to get on with it. You start by slowly pulling the cords holding up his trunk. Interested he looks down on you from behind his glasses.

When the knot loosens his hard-on is so strong that it starts pushing away his trunks leaving a gap between it and his muscled lower abdomen. You're dying to see this man's penis now and start pulling down the blue. Your surprise is great when you reveal more of him, finding out his balls and base of his penis are perfectly smooth.

You look around one last time to see if no-one objects and then, without further ado, start pulling his cock towards you. Grabbing his balls in one hand you bring the tip of his dick to your lips, close enough so he can feel your warm rapid breath on it. Licking the pre-cum off the tip and then guiding the head into your gentle mouth, tucking it behind your lips.

Slowly at first you start bobbing your head back and forth, playing your tongue around, putting pressure on the base of the head where it joins the hard shaft. You love it. He tastes great. As a sign of appreciation he scoots forth a bit so you can take in more of him. Sucking more and more of his cock, taking him into your mouth further and further.

The other guy keeps pleasuring your bald little pussy between your cheeks all the while still fingering your asshole. Touching your clit more and more, spreading your lips, pulling them out.

You moan every time he pulls out, just like you're moaning slightly every time his finger touches your clit. You try to picture yourself and imagine what you look like there on the chair near the pool., sucking off a man you've never seen before getting your holes stuffed by another. You're so completely horny right now you start wishing everyone would see you and praise you for your body, your boldness, the way you suck cock.

Then the man reaches his arms around you and grabs your bikini's cups, swiftly pulling them out to the side of your body. Your nipples spring free and fall down to brush the soft towel.

You feel the hand back away from your soaking wet lips and notice him shifting positions. Thoughts race through your head. Your ass was sort of covered with him on top of it but now it might be showing in plain view. What's happening?

Sensing something at your pussy again, something different. These aren’t fingers trying to make their way in. No, you feel the tip of his cock gently pushing your lips apart. The big head sliding over your pink wet core from back to front, shielded by your pussy’s swollen sides. From your ass down to your clit you can feel him going back and forth.

You know this won’t last. Seconds after you’ve finished your thoughts you can actually feel him slide inside, taking you from behind. His swim trunk pulled down over his balls, his ass sticking half out. Leaning over you, resting on his hands carefully positioned next to your breasts. Deeper he pushes until he is all the way in and you moan.

“Fuck me,” you try to whisper as he pulls back out for the first time, but your mouth's stuffed with another dick, cancelling your plea.

Pulling out as much as he can without completely leaving your smooth entrance, giving you as much pleasure as possible when he pushes his whole length inside again. Your can feel your juices run down over your perfectly bald pussy making way to your innocent bikini bottom. Soaking it in your cum.

Some people started taking notice but you don’t care. Let them watch. You love this. You want them to see you being fucked by a stranger on this deck chair. Your bottoms are loose. Your tits out of their cups, swaying back and forth over the towel with every thrust. You keep working on the hard and swollen cock you have in front of you. Ready to erupt at any given time. As you get the hang of sucking his large erection while getting fucked from behind, you get into a cadence that feels really good and you think: “This is absolutely crazy!”

The same thought has raced through your head thrice already. Sucking off a guy and getting fucked at the same time! You feel like a whore and it feels absolutely great. Pleasuring the man in front of you for a while you can feel him starting to spasm lightly and you know from experience he won’t last much longer. You make your lips extra hard and grab his cock even firmer, rotating your hand around his hard shaft as you suck him up and down. You want him to cum. You’re in control of him.

Meanwhile, the mister behind you is close to reaching climax as well. The sight of you underneath him, your mouth filled and spread wide, using you the way he wants, it makes it too good to keep him from squirting his cum inside your smooth little vagina.

Half an hour ago you were just reading a book. Now you’ve got two guys about to shoot their sperm inside you. Taking the man’s cock out of for a moment you tell them both, “Come on then boys. Together. Fill me up.”

You look back over your shoulder and then to your guy in front of you. Taking his cock back into your mouth you go for the moment suprême. You feel the stranger starting to twitch more in your pussy as he flexes his ass hard and pushes deep inside of you.

The man in front arches his neck and stops moving, holding still, concentrating on unloading in your pretty little mouth. The first moan comes from behind you, climaxing inside, slowing down his rhythm as he squirts everything out in a couple of long deep thrusts. At the same time someone’s ejaculating in your pussy your mouth fills up with thick warm juice as well. You swallow twice and let Mr. Sunglasses’ twitching cock slide out of your mouth.

Your lips feel Mr. Massage pull out as well and he tucks his large penis back into his shorts. He then kisses your shoulder and whispers in your ear, “Will you be here tomorrow?”

“Can I bring a friend?” you say, looking straight up at a pair of binoculars.