The Perfect Match Pt.06

The Perfect Match

by Vanessa Evans

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Part 06

The next couple of days were spent with me showing Sara around the little town, buying the last minute items that we needed for our holiday, and creating situations where Sara could ‘accidentally’ display her pussy.

Sara is getting quite good at the accidental wardrobe malfunctions and finding places and ways to place herself so that she is unknowingly (ha) exposing herself. A couple of times she asked me to go and stand across the street, so that it would appear that she was on her own, ad she sat with her knees up displaying her pussy to the people walking by.

One time she fixed her skirt so that it would fall off her as she walked along, and somehow she managed for it to fall off right in front of some older teen boys. She acted terribly embarrassed but from the other side of the street I just knew that she was loving every second of it.

We did go into one clothes shop and she did leave the curtains in the changing room open, but the shop wasn’t that busy and I didn’t think that anyone, other than me, saw her naked.

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Summer Holiday.



The Saturday finally arrived and my dad drove Sara and I to the airport. Sara wore just a short summer dress, sandals and some jewellery, chains hanging from her nipples and that little, metal clit basher hanging from her clit hood.

I’m sure that Sara accidentally flashed her bare butt and pussy to a few people at the check-in as she kept picking up and putting down her carry-on in the queue, but neither of us were looking to see any reactions, we had other things on our minds.

Sara had told me that she hoped that all the metal on her 3 piercings would trigger a security alarm and that she’d get strip searched, but other than having to stand with her arms straight out to the sides while the security guy waved that wand thing up and down her, and it beeping a lot, she was disappointed when he waved her through.

The plane was disappointing, I mean, it was a good plane and the cabin crew were friendly, but there were way too many people to be able to do something that we had both hoped to do, join the mile high club.

I did managed to have one hand on the top of Sara’s bare thigh with my little finger gently, and awkwardly, rubbing her slit most of the time, but it wasn’t enough to make her cum.

The only exposure that I knew about on the plane was when Sara was putting her carry-on into the overhead lockers. I had offered to do it for her but I fully understood when she said that she could manage. She had to stretch up and I saw that the hem of her dress rise up to her hips, but I didn’t see anyone looking at her.

The high temperature and lower humidity hit us as soon as the plane door was opened and we squeezed our hands, knowing that we were going to have an amazing time.

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I’m not going to write a chronological diary of all the interesting times that we had, that document would be comparable in size to war and peace if I did, that’s if I could even remember every time that Sara exposed herself. I’ll just write about a few unique occasions and not the repeat times because when we found a situation that Sara really enjoyed, we did our best to repeat it over and over.

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The Hotel

Okay, I’ll start with the hotel. Not the poshest of hotels, but it was ‘adults only’ and when we first walked into the lobby we saw a couple of girls running through it, one was wearing only a G-string, and the other was totally naked. Both were dripping water so both Sara and I knew that she could be naked in and around the pool.

Our room was on the third floor, and as soon as we walked into the room Sara took her dress off while I opened the balcony curtains and doors.

Our balcony was overlooking the street and had metal bar railings round it. There was a similar hotel right across the street and we could see into the rooms if the curtains were open, therefore the occupants could see into our room.

Now naked, Sara followed me onto the balcony and I put my arm around her naked waist as we scanned the area. Apart from the hotel opposite, looking one way we could see the sea, the other way, just the road. We could also see onto the balconies of the rooms either side of us and would have been able to see into those rooms if their curtains had been open.

Looking down we could see people walking up and down both sides of the street, and if those people looked up they would have been able to see up the front of Sara’s naked body.

It had been a sweaty journey and we both needed to freshen up, so I put on my swimmers and Sara put on just one of her strings only G-strings. This was a precaution just in case we had misread the 2 girls in the Lobby.

Taking just our towels and a bottle of sunblock we headed own to the pool and were pleased to see that we hadn’t misread the situation because there was a plethora of girls wearing just bikini bottoms or nothing at all.

Sara’s G-string came off and I covered her in sunblock, then she covered me, taking her time as she bent over to rub it on me. While she was ‘doing’ me I was watching the people around us and noting the number of guys watching Sara bending over.

We soon got to know quite a few of the other guests and we spent may hours at the pool talking to them as Sara sunbathed on her back with her feet on the concrete at either side of the lounger.

All the time that we were there, I never saw one other naked girl who sunbathed with her legs spread like Sara did, the other naked girls all kept their knees together or with one foot next to the other calf, her knee bent, effectively hiding her pussy.

That afternoon we quickly learnt that the metal in Sara’s piercings got so hot in the sun that if she wore them while sunbathing, she would have to have regular dips in the pool or sea to stop them from burning her.

From then on, wearing them or not depended on what we were doing that day, and I took great delight taking them out and putting them back in for her as appropriate.

From our balcony, we saw that a few of the girls walking along the streets were topless, so when the sun started to go down, Sara put just her strings only G-string, and we went for a wander to get the lay of the land and to purchase some bottles of water.

I was behind Sara some of the time, and watching her walk with just a bit of string round her waist and another disappearing between her butt cheeks was totally awesome.

Sara still had her piercing jewellery, with the little chains and the clit basher in, and she told me that walking around in public like that was making her quite horny. Because of that fact, we cut short our wandering and went into the little supermarket near the hotel to get the water.

No one challenged Sara because of the way she was dressed, in fact there were 2 other topless girls in there. Even the old guy on the till seemed indifferent to the topless girls and I doubted that he had even seen Sara’s slit and it’s piercing.

Back in the hotel and our room, we shared the shower then christened the bed, two things that we did every evening when we got back from wherever.

The thing was, the balcony curtains and doors were wide open and our neighbours, and people from the hotel opposite, would have been able to see us having a quite long fucking session.

That first time I didn’t look to see if we had an audience, but I did subsequent times, telling Sara the code word, and each time that I said that word out sex went up to another level.

On quite a few days of our holiday, we met our neighbours, and waved to various people in the hotel opposite. We often exchanged small talk with our neighbours, often learning of places that they recommended we go to, and later on us making the recommendations.

Of course, Sara was totally naked during these verbal exchanges, and that often resulted in us having sex on the bed straight afterwards, sometimes with an audience.

We often had sex out on the balcony, either with Sara impaling herself on me when I was sat on one of the chairs, or with Sara stood at the railings with her feet wide apart and me fucking her from behind. There were a few times that that we had a short conversation either with our neighbours, or people from the hotel opposite, whist we were fucking like that.

One day, Sara had been in a bit of a mood, and when we got back to the hotel I took her out onto the balcony and told her to lay over my lap. She did, spreading her feet wide apart as she always does, and I spanked her until she orgasmed. As I was spanking her I told her that the guys in the rooms on either side of us were all watching us, which was true and as I nodded a greeting to them, Sara started to get a little loud. Her subsequent orgasm was a loud one, and when she recovered she got on her knees between my legs and gave me an amazing blowjob, all with an audience.

Afterwards, Sara told me that the spanking was just what she had needed and she asked me if we could repeat it every day.

“Only if you’ve been in a naughty girl beforehand.” I replied.

After that I quickly realised that Sara’s way to get me to spank her was for her to get a bit of a strop on, so that I’d spank her before we’d make love and she’d be as happy as Larry again.

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The Walks.

One day, after we’d there a couple of days, we decided to explore the resort by foot, and after a while we came to a beach that was all rocky, and didn’t look very nice at all. But there was a wide path all along the side of the beach, a sort of promenade, with a few buildings, cafe’s and the odd shop, land side of the path.

After nearly a mile we saw that there were lots of houses and decided that the promenade was used as a pleasant way to get to and from the main part of the resort.

We saw quite a few people walking, jogging and cycling both ways, some taking their dogs for walks.

After a few minutes Sara said,

“We could go jogging along here.”

Before I could say anything, Sara had taken her dress off, thrown it at me, and was jogging away from me, naked apart from her trainers.

The jogging didn’t last long and reverted to walking, still naked.