Loving Lucy Ch. 01

SATURDAY

"There it is!" she shouted, making me skid on the loose stones as I slammed on the brake.

"Oh thank god for that," I exclaimed as I too saw the little sign for Villa Cielo. I rammed the clunky gearstick into first, and coaxed the little car into easing off again up the incline.

We saw now that our choice of car had been foolish - well my choice of car. The track we'd been bumping along for the last half an hour had threatened several times to take the bottom off our little hatchback, and the lack of aircon had left us sweltering.

I steered the little car round the tight bend, and then along an even narrower, although thankfully slightly smoother, stretch of track, now in full sun.

Lucy had her little blue summer dress pulled right up to cool herself off, and the sight of her bare thighs, and the possibility of a glimpse of the tiny knickers I knew she was wearing was somewhat distracting.

She was peering at her phone. "Apparently only a quarter of a mile down here."

I groaned. A quarter of a mile seemed like a lot on top of the seemingly endless distance we'd already covered without seeing a single sign of human life, in the baking hot little car.

"Well they weren't kidding about it being secluded," I remarked grimly.

But when we finally reached the villa, our moods skyrocketed as we took in the view.

"Oh. My. God." Lucy breathed.

"Fuck." I concurred.

I stopped the car in the shade of the house, and we immediately got out and walked to the little wall in front of us to admire the scene before us.

Shimmering blue sea, mountains to our right, the sweep of the enormous bay, and above us an endless clear sky.

"Oh Josh, it's just wonderful. I wish we had it all to ourselves."

I smiled at her, and pulled her to me. She laid her head on my shoulder.

Immediately below us was our swimming pool, a perfectly smooth azure rectangle reflecting the sky, with attractive paving around it, and five sun loungers with grass-fringed parasols.

The only sounds were the cicadas and the distant tinkling of a goat-bell.

I had a feeling of happiness brimming inside me that we had two whole weeks here. She was right though, I would have much preferred it if we didn't have her friends with us. But realistically, we couldn't have afforded to stay in a place like this by ourselves.

She withdrew from me suddenly and looking at me with a flush of excitement in her eyes, she said: "Let's swim before the others get here! We don't need our cossies..."

I grinned. "Okay - let's do it!"

And as we set off eagerly down the steps to the pool I was already unbuttoning my shirt.

The idea of the cool water was tempting enough, but to be in there naked with Lucy was even more exciting.

She peeled off her dress and tossed it onto one of the loungers, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her in just her little knickers, the sunlight on her perfect body.

As I continued to strip by the pool, I kept my eyes on her as she tugged down her knickers and left them lying there on the ground as she walked to the water's edge. I was mesmerised by the elegant curve of her lower back and the subtle dimples on either side. And the very slight quiver of her buttocks as she walked did things to me I couldn't explain.

She dived in, her long lithe body arcing gracefully through the air and landing in the water with barely a splash.

I'd thrown my shorts carelessly onto a lounger, and coming up to the edge of the pool I couldn't help but linger a moment longer to watch her naked body, the water distorting the image. She surfaced, and turned to face me, blinking the water out of her eyes.

She looked me up and down appreciatively. "Mmmm come on gorgeous boy," she said.

I dived in - not as deftly as her - and did the front crawl to join her at the end of the pool. Oh the cool water felt wonderful, and I loved the feeling of being naked. It felt so freeing. So thrilling to have the water rushing over parts of me that were usually covered by my trunks.

I reached her, and wiping the water from my eyes I looked at her smiling face and her large breasts just below the surface. Before I'd met her, I'd always been more of an admirer of bottoms. But Lucy's E-cup breasts excited the hell out of me. They were so full and beautiful, and such a contrast to her slim waist and svelte body.

When she'd removed her bra in the car, it had been all I could do to keep my eyes on the road.

Her firm breasts now pressed against my chest as she came to me and we kissed, and I felt her large stiff nipples brushing against me.

It was a perfect moment. Her soft mouth on mine. Her eyelashes laced with water droplets glistening in the sun, the water lapping between and around us.

We swam around for a few minutes, remarking on how lovely it all was. There were double doors to the house, wide open, and we could see a huge open plan space inside with a gorgeous tiled floor. Bougainvillea covered at least a third of the outside of the property, and above us was a generous terrace extending out with, no doubt, incredible views of the bay.

Lucy went to the infinity edge of the pool and rested there on her elbows, admiring the view, and I went and joined her.

The sea was mirror-like, slightly hazy from the heat, and we could see long sandy beaches extending round the bay, dotted with parasols and people.

I looked down at what was immediately below the villa, pulling myself up so that my torso was out of the water. There was nothing except trees all the way down.

I felt Lucy's hand on my bottom under the water, and I sighed with pleasure. I love to be touched there, and I bent over a little more, arching my back to meet her hand.

She was looking at the view, only casually caressing me, but her fingertips strayed between my buttocks and down between my legs as she stroked me, and I felt my cock swelling up in response.

She gently touched my balls now, and I let out a little shaky gasp.

"Oh are you okay baby?" she asked, pretending to not know what was going on.

I grinned at her. "More than okay."

"Oh good," she replied innocently. "Why don't you pull yourself a bit further out of the water?"

I hoisted myself up until I was leaning over the edge of the pool, my bottom fully out of the water now with the hot sun rapidly drying it, my hardening cock pressed against the stone patio.

"That's better," she said, continuing to touch my balls, running her fingertips all over them. "Spread your legs a little more."

I was breathing harder now, incredibly excited by her teasing touch. I was waxed smooth down there, just how she liked it.

Her fingers traced up between my buttocks again, and then she ran her hand down over my right cheek, and down the back of my thigh, before circling back up via my balls. Over and over she did this, making soft languid circles over my skin.

"Why don't you sit on the edge," she said, and I did as I was told, shifting myself into a sitting position, my hands holding onto the edge, my cock standing up proudly in the sun.

Her dark hair looked even darker when it was wet, and it gave her a different look. The sun highlighted the slight freckles on her cheeks. Her green eyes were focused solely on my cock as she positioned herself between my legs, her hands on my thighs for support.

Seeing her beautiful face so close to my massive erection was so erotic, but as she planted a long wet kiss on the base of my cock, I groaned at both the sensation and the sight of her sexy mouth against me.

She looked coyly up at me before an impish grin spread slowly across her face, and she suddenly extended her tongue and licked my whole cock from bottom to top, lifting herself out of the water a little to reach.

As the tip of her tongue pressed briefly against my frenulum, I gasped at the intense shot of pleasure it sent through me.

And then she had her mouth at the base of my cock again, working her way up, soft lingering kiss after soft lingering kiss, until finally - gloriously - she put her lips over my bell end and took me into her mouth.

I was groaning loudly now as she sucked and licked me, most of my shaft in her mouth, her tongue working magic that I couldn't even comprehend.

I couldn't think of a more intoxicating or erotic sight than her looking up into my eyes with her mouth stuffed full of my huge cock.

Her breasts were rubbing against the insides of my thighs, slippery and firm, as she hungrily devoured my cock with an enthusiasm that was stirring an animalistic desire in me. I wanted to fuck her mouth.

I wanted to fuck her pussy.

As if reading my mind, she withdrew her mouth, looking hornily up at me, her full lips still parted, her lips red from rubbing up and down my thick organ.

"Loungers," she said.

She pushed off backwards into the water, swimming to the side of the pool without ever losing eye contact with me, and I followed, the force of the water trying to bend my ramrod-stiff cock downwards.

As she pulled herself out of the water, bent over away from me, I looked lustfully at the pussy I would shortly be entering. Her sex was breathtakingly beautiful to me - crying out to be penetrated.

She walked across the hot stone to the nearest lounger, and crawled onto it, her breasts jiggling, and then lay on her back, with her legs spread wide, smirking at my expression.

As soon as I reached her, I couldn't resist first putting my mouth between her legs. Apart from the neatly shorn triangle of hair on her pubis, she was totally smooth between her legs - her perfect pussy fully exposed to me, open and ready.

Oh she was so wet for me. The pool water that ran in droplets down her skin was nothing compared to how wet her tight little opening was for me, lubricated by her slick juices that I now lapped at with my tongue. She gasped, her hips rising and falling as I pleasured her.

She tasted deliciously sexual. Her fragrant musk consumed my senses for a moment, and I could have happily spent a lot longer with my face there if I hadn't been so in need of being inside her.

She needed it too. "I need your cock!" she moaned, not smiling now - just looking beseechingly at me.

And so I climbed onto her, kissing her mouth hungrily, as I pressed my bell end where she desired it most, and then began to ease myself inside her.

The lounger wasn't designed to have sex on - I could have done with it being wider, and it wasn't comfortable on the knees, but by hooking my toes through the gap at the bottom corner I could push more effectively into her.

And oh god it felt so good.

Her pussy was so soft and tight. It acquiesced to my brutally hard cock forcing its way steadily deeper inside, pushing her open, and I didn't stop until she was full of me - the whole thing inside her as she squeaked in surprise.

Her eyes were wide, and full of desperate need.

She always reacted like this to me entering her, and it turned me on so intensely.

"Oh god," she whined. "Oh fuck me Josh. Fuck me hard."

Her plaintive request made my cock even harder. It elicited primal urges in me.

Grunting with each thrust, I began to move powerfully inside her - taking her. Her slim body was arched in pleasure as she gripped onto me with her arms round my neck and moved her pussy rhythmically on me to maximise each forward lunge of the thick shaft she was impaled on.

Her breasts were tempestuous and if it wouldn't have disturbed the cadence of my movements, I would have buried my face there.

I wanted her with a fervour, and the setting only served to make it more exciting. I loved that we were damp and naked. I loved that we were outside - the first time we'd had sex anywhere except our apartment - it felt exhilarating to imagine that someone could be watching my bare bottom rising and falling as I fucked her.

With the exposed view down to the bay below, it was conceivable that someone with a pair of binoculars was enjoying the show. Or someone in the trees nearby could be watching.

Lucy was always noisy during sex, but never more than now, and her desperate shrieks fuelled my own arousal even more.

I could tell that her orgasm was close. Mine was too - dangerously close - and I tried to make sure I didn't come before her.

Luckily I didn't have to hold on long. She climaxed with a shuddering gasp, her pussy spasming around me.

I knew she liked me to stop moving when she came, and so I remained still, savouring the sensations of her orgasm, groaning myself from how erotic it was, and how close my own orgasm was, temporarily on hold.

She was whimpering softly, looking into my eyes in wonder. "Okay," she breathed - my signal to continue.

I began to move in her again, smaller movements now, but equally powerful, my cock throbbing hard in her soft sex.

"Oh god Lucy," I groaned, as I felt the orgasm building again, kissing her neck, letting her take more of the weight of my body now as I began to speed up.

"Ohhhhhhhh......?" she moaned, her pitch rising like a question. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhh........?"

And then she came again. "Oh... Oh... OH... OH... OH... OH!!!!!! OH FUCK....."

I tried to stop moving, but my hips wouldn't let me - I was on the brink of my climax and my body had taken over now - thrusting desperately.

"NO," she said sharply, and she dug her fingernails into my bottom.

It was enough to break the spell, and I managed to obey her, holding still while she climaxed again, even more intensely than last time, her cervix squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip as she uttered a choking gasp of pleasure. "OHHHHHH GOD!!!!!!!!" she cried.

I was beside myself, almost convulsing with my need to move inside her, her beautiful orgasm making my desperation all the more acute.

"Okay," she panted, and I immediately began to fuck her. I was pounding into her, and she was clearly excited by it despite her two climaxes, holding tight onto me and urging me on. "Oh yes, fuck me Josh. Fuck me."

And then fate played a cruel trick on me...

The sound of a car engine, and chattering voices.

Lucy immediately froze, fingernails in my bottom again as she turned her head to listen. "They're here," she gasped.

I stopped - or I tried to - my hips shaking violently. She was right. Oh god, I could hear them getting out of the car. They would inevitably go to the little wall and look out at the view. And look around to see where we were - which was just below them, rutting naked on a sunlounger!

I was so close to my climax that I would have thrown caution to the wind - I knew I only needed ten seconds. But it wasn't to be. Lucy shuffled herself up the lounger, sliding herself off my throbbing cock, and she reached out to grab her dress, pulling it quickly over her head.

"Get dressed, quick!" she hissed at me, and I saw her steal a glance at my massive unspent erection and brief amusement flit across her face before she turned and hurried to the steps.

Flustered, I dashed to collect my shorts, almost overbalancing as I pulled them on.

"Hi!!!" one of her friends was calling out as they spotted Lucy coming up to them.

I was facing away from them, tucking my insanely hard cock, wet from her pussy, uncomfortably into my shorts, and doing them up. There was no way I could turn around and let them see the clear outline of it - so I did the best I could, which was to pick up my shirt and carry it in front of my crotch.

As I made my way to the steps, limping slightly because of the discomfort of my trapped cock, I saw them appear at the wall above me. They hadn't spotted me yet, which was just as well because I suddenly spotted Lucy's knickers on the ground and awkwardly stooped to pick them up and stuff them into my pocket - the opposite side to where my erection was stuffed.

I hobbled up the steps, hoping that my cock would begin to soften, but I could tell that it would be a good long while before it did.

Lots of enthusiastic greetings were taking place above me, and as I reached the top of the steps, I was met with shrieks of excitement.

Millie, who had long wavy blonde hair, ran towards me excitedly to give me a hug.

She was very slim, and had a slight ungainliness in her movements which I found endearing. From her slight frame, you'd never guess she was a physiotherapist. She was just the nicest person, and I fancied her a lot.

Normally I loved the prospect of her giving me a cuddle - she was a very tactile person - but with my rampantly hard cock creating such an obvious shape under my shorts, I felt a moment's panic about how I could possibly stop her feeling it against her.

As she threw her arms round me, I managed to arch myself away from her slightly, hugging her with just my top half. If she noticed, she didn't show it.

"It's so beautiful!" she said, backing up and beaming at me. She looked gorgeous in her long white cotton dress with its pretty blue flower embellishments around the neckline. It left her shoulders bare, and I could see that she'd already been tanning back at home. We were having a lovely summer back in the UK. Almost as nice as here.

"I know," I said. "It's just stunning isn't it."

Lucy's other two friends who had just finished hugging her, now came over to me, followed by Lucy who had a mischievous smile, knowing full well what was going on for me. I felt a pang of arousal at the enjoyment she was taking in my predicament.

Sophie greeted me next. She was a pretty girl with curly brown hair, quite stocky in build, and athletic. I knew that she was a nurse, and I had no doubt she was a very good one. She was very direct, and pragmatic. She was someone who liked to get things done.

She was wearing little lycra shorts, with a sporty orange and pink design, and a matching vest top. She put her strong arms round me and gave me a brief cuddle and a peck on the cheek.

"How are you doing Josh?" she said. "Good to see you. You're looking in very good shape if you don't mind me saying!"

She looked my bare torso up and down and gave me a cheeky wink. She was only messing with me, but in my state of high arousal I found her attention to my body to be quite exciting. I thanked her, feeling myself blushing a little, as Alice moved in for her hug.

Alice was the one I usually had the most interesting conversations with - she was smart, and had a very dry sarcastic wit that I really liked. She dressed quite conservatively usually, and today's long white linen trousers, and brown sleeveless top that buttoned down the front was no exception. However, the neckline did expose a little more than I'd ever seen before, and I enjoyed the view of her cleavage. Or I would have done if it wasn't for the mental strain of trying to reduce my arousal levels.

Once again, I had to avoid my erection making contact as she gave me a one-armed hug and a quick kiss on the cheek, her bag in her other hand.

"Hi Josh. You guys look like you've had a swim already?" She was smiling but frowning at my dripping wet hair, no doubt trying to work out why we were wearing our clothes rather than our swimming costumes.

Lucy helpfully interjected. "Hey guys, you chose a way better vehicle than us!"

Everyone turned and looked at our little hatchback parked there next to the large 4x4 they'd just arrived in. Lucy came and stood next to me, slipping her arm round me.

Alice laughed. "Er yes, I bet you had fun getting up here in that little thing!"

"Josh's choice of car," Lucy said, grinning at me as they then all proceeded to mock me playfully. Lucy swatted my bottom, and I felt my erection harden even more.

"You can make it up to me by making us all cold drinks," she said.

~~~

While the girls scampered around the villa, checking out all the rooms, I went to the kitchen area to see what was what.

The aircon indoors was blissful, and I instantly decided to take my time preparing the drinks as the delightfully chilly air cooled me.

The food we'd asked for was all here. A huge hamper of bread, and fruit, and various snacks. A fridge loaded with bottled water - still and sparkling - and vegetables, and fish, and meat, and cheese, and - most importantly - several bottles of wine.

I busied myself preparing five white wine spritzers, with ice.

As I was putting the large glasses on a big tray, Lucy called me, and so I carried the drinks up the stairs and was greeted by the sight of all four attractive ladies on the huge terrace ahead of me, looking out at the sea. I actually considered getting my phone out and taking a photo, they looked so lovely.

By this time, things were calmer inside my shorts. I was only semi-hard, and I had a feeling that I probably wouldn't get any softer until I got some relief.

I knew that there wouldn't be any chance of having sex again until bedtime, and who knew when that would be. So I had a vague plan in my head that I'd find the opportunity to go and sort myself out at some point in the afternoon.

I lingered a moment in the doorway watching them, unseen. Millie's cream-white dress had caught my eye, rendered slightly see-through against the bright sky. I let my eyes travel up and down her willowy figure.

Even Alice, who, although she was an attractive woman, I'd never previously thought of in a sexual way, was now getting me quite hot and bothered as I took in the shape of her through her linen trousers.

Likewise Sophie in her tight lycra shorts: I didn't normally go for her sort of body shape, but I suppose it was my elevated horniness that was making me gaze so libidinously at her bottom.

Lucy's flimsy little dress was being toyed with by the breeze, and remembering that her knickers were currently in my pocket, I watched closely to see if she might be exposed - a thought which I found arousing, despite having seen her naked body only a short while previously.

Taking a deep breath, and literally shaking my head clear, I carried on walking towards them with the tray of drinks.

Emerging from the air conditioned interior into the heat of the air outside was like slipping into a warm bath.

Lucy noticed me first, and announced: "Ah, our waiter is here with the drinks!"

Everyone laughed and cheered, and I grinned at Lucy's description of me as their waiter.

They all took their drinks, and I placed the tray down on the large round table and joined them in time to clink glasses and celebrate us all being there together.

I still wasn't wearing my shirt. In fact I'd deliberately left it downstairs in the kitchen. I wasn't normally one to flaunt my body, and I felt a little self conscious about it. But, spurred on by Sophie's compliment before, I felt a bit daring.

It was a very hot day, I told myself. So what was the point in putting my shirt on, especially as we'd probably all be in our swimsuits soon anyway. It wasn't odd to be topless.

However, I knew that the real reason I'd left my shirt off was that it felt thrilling in the presence of these four pretty girls. Plus, I knew that I had a good body. In my line of work, you end up with a lot of muscle tone.

"Fetch some bread and olives would you?" Lucy said, laying her hand on my stomach.

"Sure," I smiled, my cock stirring at her touch.

As I headed back down the stairs, I felt a little yearning inside me for the thing we'd started doing over the last week at home. A thing which I found inexplicably arousing in ways that transcended the merely sexual. It seemed to fulfill some desire which dwelt deep in my soul:

Being naked, when she wasn't.

What was it about that dynamic which excited me so profoundly? I couldn't explain it, but a desire to be naked and exposed had always been part of me. Not exhibitionism - I never went around in public exposing my body. But something about the imbalance of Lucy wearing clothes and me being completely bare felt exhilarating, and wonderful.

It was a week ago today that I'd confessed this desire to her.

We'd been cuddled up in bed happily, after having delicious morning sex. Her head was on my chest, and she was caressing my stomach.

"Will you go and make coffee?" she'd asked.

She had been wearing one of her little white cotton nighties that was very slightly see-through, but I was completely naked. I normally slept in just pyjama bottoms in the summer months, but I'd pulled them off in order to make love to her.

So as she lay back on her pillow to allow me to get up, I reached for my PJ bottoms at the foot of the bed.

"No," she said, in a happy, drowsy sort of voice. "I want to watch your sexy bottom as you leave the room."

I smiled broadly at her. I loved how much she liked my body.

And so as I left the bedroom, the knowledge that she was looking at my bottom made it tingle. And it made my cock swell. So much so in fact that by the time I returned with the two cups of coffee, I was fully erect from thinking about it.

"Oh gosh," she exclaimed, looking up from her phone. "Now there's a lovely sight. You look very pleased to see me!"

I was smiling, slightly embarrassed, but also excited to be admired in the nude. The fact she wasn't naked massively enhanced the thrill.

I got into bed with her, hoping that she would play with my cock, but she didn't - although she did keep looking at it with an expression of darkly wicked amusement.

"So," she said as she settled back with her coffee in hand. "Would I be right in saying that you enjoyed going round the house naked?"

"Yeah," I admitted, hesitantly. "I really liked you sending me off to do something and... not being allowed any clothes." I could feel myself blushing. My heart was beating hard. I had never confessed this desire to anyone before.

"Did you now?" she said, with a mischievous look, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Well that sounds like something I could have fun with."

The duvet was bunched up at the end of the bed, so there was nothing covering us - just her long lithe body covered by her nightie to mid-thigh, lying next to my completely naked body, with an erection throbbing there untouched.

"What do you like about it?" she asked.

I tried to explain as best I could about how her being clothed, and me not, felt deliciously unfair, and erotic, and exciting.

She listened attentively, her eyes alive with wonder.

"Oh I love that," she exclaimed, and then, pondering as her eyes wandered over my body, she went on: "So... how would it be if I banned you from wearing any clothes today?"

My stomach flipped. My cock throbbed harder than ever, and she noticed it standing to attention even more ardently.

"Oh," she giggled, "Well there's my answer!"

Her hand was on my stomach, gently moving around, circling the base of my cock.

I was overcome with sexual excitement, and a sense of utter joy.

"All day?" I asked, looking into her delighted face.

"All day," she grinned.

I let out a little grunt of pleasure at the thought. "Oh god that really turns me on."

"It really does, doesn't it," she remarked, looking down at my cock, "Well that's settled then. No clothes for you. You do realise though that we have a lot of jobs to get done around the place, and you're going to have to do them all as naked as the day you were born. You might regret it."

Well as it turned out, I didn't regret it at all. DIY tasks that might previously have felt tedious, suddenly felt exciting.

We didn't have sex again that morning, despite my massive erection. Instead she set me to work straight away painting the kitchen, while she sat at her laptop looking at the logistics for our holiday.

And what I found was that as the day went on, my erection, totally ignored, subsided bit by bit until I wasn't hard at all. And yet, my excitement levels remained simmering inside me. I was in heaven, going back and forth, up and down the ladder, not wearing a stitch of clothing, while Lucy wore her denim shorts and a vest top. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, and I found the sight of her breasts swaying there achingly erotic.

When it got to lunchtime, we made lunch together, and I especially loved it when our bodies brushed against each other in the confined space, the rough denim of her shorts against my bare skin reminding me of the imbalance in our attire.

We ate in the garden in the sun, in the part which wasn't overlooked by any neighbours, and being naked outside felt even more thrilling, with the warmth of the sun, and the breeze, touching places they never normally would

"So tell me," she asked, as we ate our salad and bread and cheese, "How are you finding being naked?"

"I like it," I said, looking into her eyes so that she could see how much I meant that simple statement. "How... How are you finding it?"

"I like it too," she smiled, and she let her gaze travel deliberately down my body. "It's nice having some eye candy. I think I might keep you naked quite a lot."

She was true to her word. At her request, I spent the rest of the weekend naked. Cooking, watching TV, cleaning the house - everything.

And in those two days she mostly just went about her normal business, ignoring the fact I wasn't wearing anything. She treated it as if it was totally normal, and for that reason, it started to feel normal at points.

But then, every now and then, she would do some little thing. If we passed each other, she would occasionally reach out and give my cock and balls a little squeeze, before casually continuing on her way while I would be left standing there surprised, with a swelling cock.

Sometimes she would pinch my bottom. Or just grope my torso briefly and give me a flirty little kiss. And each time, arousal would flare up inside me, only to eventually subside again over the next twenty or thirty minutes, when nothing further happened.

To my surprise we didn't have sex on Saturday night. She just cuddled up into me, patted my semi-hard hopeful cock, and wished me goodnight.

I lay there awake for ages with my head swimming and my cock straining. On the one hand, I felt like I'd won the lottery, being kept naked around the place like that, with only her fleeting teases - it was a dream. But at the same time, I had hoped that slightly more overtly sexual things would happen.

However, to my delight, I'd woken up on the Sunday morning to find her stroking my fully erect cock gently with her fingertips.

She was lying with her head on my stomach, very close to my swollen bell end, and teasing me with soft playful caresses.

"Ohhh!" I breathed in surprise, blinking as I looked down at what she was doing.

It didn't take long before I was incredibly worked up.

She occasionally blew softly on the tip of my cock, which felt titillating but along with her soft touches only served to build my desire for her - promising pleasure but not quite granting it.

"So then," she murmured, "Another day without clothes for you I think."

I let out a little groan of pleasure at the prospect.

And then she kissed my bell end - her soft lips tenderly touching my most sensitive place, and giving me a lingering wet kiss. I gave a shuddering rapturous sigh. God it felt so beautiful.

Again and again she kissed me like that, leaving several seconds in between during which I groaned and slowly writhed under her. My cock had hardened to an impossible degree, and the sight of it so close to her mouth turned me on fiercely.

And yet I was forced to simply lie there as she took her time, enjoying building me up.

"Mmmmm I'm so wet for you," she moaned, planting another kiss.

"Oh god," I breathed.

I reached out my hand and ran it down her side until I reached the bare skin of her thigh, sliding the thin cotton up to expose her hip, caressing her there.

She wriggled her body a little, pushing her bottom back, encouraging me to touch her there. I gladly did, sliding my hand down over her perfectly smooth bottom.

She purred in pleasure, wriggling her body again so that the exquisite shape of her moved under my hand.

She ran her fingertips up the length of my cock to the very tip, exploring every part of it. Every centimetre of its length. The hard ridge of my bell end. The bulging veins. Circling her finger in the pool of pre-come which had gathered at the tip of me as I whimpered with longing.

My arm extended as far as I could, I had now found her wetness and I echoed what she was doing to me, running my fingertip softly around her wet hole. It glided in thick wetness that felt sublime, and my cock strained at the thought of entering there.

She pushed her bottom back against my large hand, and I liked that I was able to hold her arse in my hand and finger her at the same time.

"I want your face there," she told me, and she got up onto all fours, lifting a leg over me and positioning her bottom in my face.

My heart pounding with desire, I pulled another pillow behind my head to get myself in the best position - and only in the nick of time because she was now thrusting herself back onto my face without even looking to see if I was ready.

The moment that her pussy made contact with my mouth I extended my tongue, and it slipped right between her pussy lips into her wetness. My nose was pushed against her sexy little anus.

And at that exact same moment, as if I wasn't already in a state of euphoria, she took my cock into her mouth.

~~~

My daydream was rudely interrupted by Millie coming up behind me.

"Are you okay?" she asked. I realised I had stopped halfway down the stairs, lost in my imaginings.

"Oh, yes, sorry!" I exclaimed, snapping back to reality and standing aside.

She looked bemused as she slid past me in the confined space. Her nearness, and her eye contact, felt intense.

My cock was fully hard again, trapped inside my shorts.

As she squeezed past I had a sudden jolt of fear that she would brush against it. She didn't in fact actually touch me at all, but my body quivered simply from the possibility.

And then she was trotting off down the stairs ahead of me in her pretty dress.

Once in the kitchen area, I tried to calm myself down, getting on with getting the bread and olives as requested. Millie came back past me from the car, holding her phone, and gave me a friendly smile.

I noticed her eyes flick down my torso for the briefest moment.

Oh god, being admired like that excited me so much.

My thoughts returned to the weekend before with Lucy. Our love making on Sunday morning. Bringing each other close to the edge with our mouths, and then, unable to hold back any more, me entering her as she lay on her back, her legs raised. We fucked - slowly and passionately until, only a few minutes later, we both exploded into our climaxes at the same moment.

We agreed later that it was the most incredible sex we'd ever had.

"I think it's because of you being naked all day," she told me, as she pulled on her decorating clothes, and I remained unclothed. "I find it so hot that you're just... available whenever I want."

Here in the kitchen, remembering, I whispered her words to myself as I placed the things on another tray and set off back upstairs.

Available whenever I want

That had been the theme for the week. I would be naked in the mornings until I went to work. And then, at her request, naked soon after I got home. Nothing particularly sexual would happen most of the time, but when Lucy did get the urge, she would simply act on it whenever and wherever we were.

We had sex in the kitchen, the garden, the bathroom, the lounge, the hallway. And each time she would be at least partially clothed, and I would be completely and utterly nude. Afterwards, she would get dressed, and I wouldn't.

Even when I went to work, she told me she wanted me to be 'a bit naked' so she said I wasn't allowed underwear. "It'll make it quicker to be naked for me when you get home," she'd said.

I had travelled here on holiday without underwear, and she had forbidden me from packing any.

It was a little thing, but the feeling of my trousers or shorts against my bare skin, and the way my cock swung more freely between my legs, gave me a constant glow of excitement.

I'd gone without underwear in the past, but being asked - no, in fact, told - by Lucy that I wasn't allowed any was an order of magnitude more thrilling.

I came out onto the terrace balcony with the food, and the ladies, engrossed in two separate conversations, didn't even thank me this time. They simply kept talking, as they gravitated towards the bread and olives and began to snack on them.

However, Sophie, who was talking to Alice, looped me into their discussion.

"Hey Josh," she said, "What's your take on men's grooming?"

"Sorry?" I asked, surprised at the topic.

"Alice was saying how women are expected to be really well groomed - especially in terms of body hair. But men are fine to just go au naturel."

I looked at Alice as she picked up the thread: "Yeah, you men get away with just being as unkempt as you like pretty much. You don't even have to shave your facial hair."

"Well," I began, slightly on the back foot, "I mean, lots of guys do a lot of grooming now. Maybe not as much as women, but..."

"Exactly," Alice said. "Not as much as women. I was reading an article about how 84% of women remove some or all of their pubic hair. I bet the figure for men is about 1%!"

Sophie laughed. "Well actually, my last four boyfriends, including Peter, all groomed themselves down there."

Alice looked surprised as Sophie went on: "So maybe you're just hanging out with hippies."

"Or slobs," Alice quipped.

Sophie nodded emphatically. "Well, I didn't like to say anything, but Sean was definitely a bit that way..."

Both women fell around laughing. I'd never met any of their past boyfriends of course, but I chuckled along with them.

"So how about you Joshua?" Sophie asked, turning to me.

I felt myself blush a little. "I do like to keep things neat down there," I said.

"How neat is neat?" Sophie came back with, straight away.

"Oh you know, er, trimmed short," I replied vaguely.

Lucy and Millie chose this moment to come and join the conversation.

"Hey watcha talking about?" Millie asked.

"Josh's 'manscaping'," Alice chuckled.

Lucy looked delighted by the discussion - especially my slight embarrassment.

"Oh Josh is very nicely groomed," she piped up. "He keeps all his body hair beautifully trimmed, just how I like it."

This got a good reaction from the other three girls, and a flurry of questions during which Lucy told them how I used clippers on all my body hair, and how I waxed my chest.

"Oh, you're not naturally smooth chested?" Millie said in surprise.

"Seriously?" Alice sneered at her, good naturedly. "No man has a chest this smooth."

Lucy now put her hand on my chest and caressed me in a way that was so sensual that I felt my face redden significantly more.

"His whole body is a pleasure to touch," Lucy purred, in such an exaggerated way that they all laughed. Even I did. It felt good to laugh when I'd been feeling slightly uncomfortable.

But then Lucy said something that made my stomach flip.

"Feel," she told her friends.

She withdrew her hand, and at once Sophie and Millie were touching my chest - Sophie with the backs of her fingers, Millie with her open hand, gently cupping my pecs. Their gentle touch, especially, in Millie's case, brushing against my nipple, made me blush all the more, and made things stir between my legs.

Alice then had a turn all of her own, although her touch was more perfunctory. But she did say: "Wow, that really is lovely and smooth."

"Who knew that Josh was hiding this hot bod under his clothes," Millie said, with a little wink at me.

Lucy grinned: "I did!" and she ran her hands all over my torso, from my shoulders down to my abs, while I felt simultaneously shy and delighted at the praise.

~~~~~

Perhaps half an hour later, Lucy and I were alone in our room. At her request, I'd fetched in all the suitcases for all of them, and we were now all in our different bedrooms getting ready to go into town for a meal.

However, as soon as I'd come into the bedroom, Lucy had said:

"Okay, clothes off now."

I stared dumbfounded at her for a second. She was standing by the window, fresh from the shower, with a towel wrapped around her.

I pulled the door closed behind me, and with only a moment's hesitation, I began to remove my shorts.

When I was stood naked in front of her, she came up close to me and kissed me soft and slow.

"Good boy," she said, running her hand down my back, and letting it rest on my bottom.

My cock was hardening rapidly, still pointing downwards because it was pressed against her towel. She moved her body back a couple of inches to allow it to spring up between us, and then moved back in close.

"You're still aroused from before aren't you," she commented, looking down at my cock with quietly amused interest.

"Yeah," I breathed, with every fibre of my being longing for her to touch it.

"Poor boy. We don't have time to do anything about it right now," she said, looking up into my face with her eyes gleaming. She was too close to focus on, her lips brushing mine as she spoke. "So you'll have to stay frustrated I'm afraid."

Her words created a swirl of emotions inside me: Disappointment, desire, and - strongest of all - arousal.

Why arousal I wondered. Why did her saying you'll have to stay frustrated have such a powerful effect on me?

With one hand still resting on my bum, she slid her other one between her stomach and my cock. And then I caught my breath as she interposed one beautifully manicured finger between my bell end and the thick fluffy towel. The back of her finger moved in tiny motions against my frenulum, and I gave a trembling exhalation of "Oh......."

"I like that you desire me so much," she murmured against the corner of my mouth.

I was unable to speak, simply lost in the moment, utterly bewitched by the nearness of her, and the intensely beautiful sensations which were now making my cock so insanely hard. It felt like little electric pulses of pleasure triggering my "hard switch" over and over. Teasing, glorious micro-jolts making my muscles clench, and my heart pound. It was almost more than I could bear, and yet I wanted it to never stop.

Combined with her statement that I would have to stay frustrated, there was a delicious cruelty to what she was doing. My brain was in a state of conflict - was this just to make things worse for me? Or was it intended as an act of kindness? Was she being playfully mean, or tender and loving?

Her expression answered my question, as she took a step back and withdrew her hand, keeping it an inch away from my straining cock - just out of reach.

She was watching my cock throbbing desperately with a dark wonder in her eyes - like she'd discovered something delicious and dangerous, and it had ignited a flame inside her.

"Ohh-hhh god," I gasped. "Please Lucy..."

She ignored my plea completely, focused only on watching my cock, her lips parted, her pupils dilated.

"Oh I like that," she breathed, and I got goosebumps all over my body.

Then, slowly, she looked up into my desperate eyes, savouring the yearning she saw there.

Without breaking eye contact, she brought her hands up to her chest and undid her towel, letting it drop down onto the ceramic tiles.

At first I didn't look at her beautiful body, transfixed by her eyes - held in a spell that forbade me from looking away.

She moved slowly backwards, and even without shifting my gaze I saw her incredible gravity-defying breasts jiggle slightly with each step.

She sat back on the bed with her knees together, her posture elegant as always.

"Look at my body now," she instructed. "Look as much as you want. This is what you'll get later on. If you're a good boy," she added.

Breathing shakily, I let my eyes fall to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard. Obscenely sexual.

But I didn't linger long there because she now, slowly, spread her legs wide.

"Oh my god," I sighed.

I had never craved anything more in my life. Her pussy was achingly beautiful. It was engorged with her arousal, and I longed urgently to put my face there.

Perhaps my body gave something away because she said: "Stay. You are allowed to watch and nothing else."

"Can I touch myself?" I asked hoarsely. There was a pleading note in my voice.

"No," was all she said.

And then she lay back flat on the bed, her feet still on the floor on tiptoe, her long smooth legs wide apart, and her pussy fully open for me to gaze upon.

I still had little spasms in my body from the way she'd stimulated the tip of my cock, and the sight of her hand now moving down between her legs was almost unbearable.

I watched in an ecstatic agony as her middle finger slipped between her pussy lips. Her tight hole accepted it, one joint at a time.

I heard it move in her wetness. The suck and slurp. My jaw was open. The world had melted away. All my senses were hyperfocused on watching her finger.

My mouth watered at the thought of those slick juices on my tongue.

I imagined licking her even as her finger was inside her. With my tongue, circling the place where it disappeared inside, lapping at her arousal. Breathing in her musky fragrance.

My cock wasn't so much throbbing as just frozen at maximum throb. I had never been so hard in my life.

I needed it to be my cock that was sliding into her. In any normal, fair world, that was what would be happening right now.

But Lucy didn't want that. She wanted me to suffer. She wanted me to just stand here naked and desperate, desiring her while she pleasured herself.

And that thought was overwhelmingly arousing to me.

When she began to make little mews of pleasure, I found myself echoing her with whimpering sounds of my own as I yearned to be involved.

She had her whole finger buried inside herself now, and then two, fucking herself with them.

Her stomach was rising and falling. Her breasts moving in time with her motions.

I had never before witnessed her pussy - or any pussy - while it was being fucked. The way it moved and twitched. It was utterly intoxicating.

Her other hand joined the first, sliding underneath it and, I gathered from its rapid movement, she was stimulating her clitoris.

Her pelvis was rising and falling, her glistening pink opening throbbing around her fingers as they moved ever more frantically inside her.

Suddenly, she pulled her fingers out of herself, and for a blissful moment I thought she wants me to enter her. But instead, she shifted herself up a little further onto the bed, and then brought her legs up, her knees either side of her chest, and I was treated to an even more exposed view of her sex - her pussy was literally open, inviting me in.

Her little puckered anus was visible now too, and I stared at it with desire. I'd never touched her there, but I longed to now.

Her hands were back between her legs, and she slid her two wet fingers straight back inside herself, curling them in. I could imagine how the interior of her pussy felt against her fingers - the spongy inner wall where her G-spot lay. The soft walls of her cervix caressing her fingers - and then squeezing them tight as her pussy clenched and throbbed with pleasure.

Her forefinger was nearly touching her anus every time she thrust her fingers deep inside herself. Her wetness had spread, and her little bumhole glistened with her moisture.

She lost no time in picking up the frenetic pace she'd had before, her finger buried up to the knuckle on every push, and my hips were now thrusting involuntarily. I was fucking thin air, while her pussy - so ready for my cock - was only a few feet away.

A different man might have just taken her now. Just gone and fucked her.

Did she want that? Was that what this was about? She wanted to tease me to the point where I couldn't bear it any more, and then fuck her brains out?

Her rising plaintive moans were driving me wild. Her friends must have been able to hear her too down the corridor.

I took a couple of steps forward, staring down at her hands as she brought herself closer and closer to an orgasm. Her pussy was throbbing. Her anus was contracting and expanding.

I looked up at her face and saw that she was looking directly at me, her eyes full of pleading desire, her cheeks flushed.

She looked down at my cock.

"Touch yourself," she panted. "I want to see you touch yourself."

Breathing almost as hard as her, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and began to wank myself slowly, gasping at how good it felt. How much I needed it.

"Oh GOD," she exclaimed, and her pleasure seemed to intensify. She fucked herself harder with ther fingers as she began to groan: "Oh god your massive cock. Your massive cock...."

I began to wank myself faster, my little wails of yearning mingling with hers.

She began to breathlessly repeat the same phrases to herself as she stared at my crotch.

"I love your cock. I love watching your huge fucking cock. I want to watch your huge fucking cock. So fucking huge for me. So fucking beautifully HUGE. Your massive cock. Oh god your cock. Your cock. Your COCK...."

And then an inarticulate wail escaped her lips and her body convulsed as she came.

I was beside myself as I watched her orgasm. My own orgasm had been building steadily, and the sight and sound of hers accelerated its arrival tenfold.

"Oh shiiiiit," I was wailing as it grew. A beast of an orgasm rising up inside me.

I closed my eyes, wanking myself faster now, my legs shaking.

"Oh oh oh oh oh," I was panting as the delicious sensations spread like a warmth flooding through my body, starting from my loins.

And then...

There was Lucy, standing. Wrapping her arms round me, impeding my ability to wank myself.

Gently laying her hand on my hand and stroking it. Soothing it. Cajoling it to calm down.

"Slowly now baby," she crooned in my ear. "Slowly."

Slowly wasn't what I needed, but her tender touch and soft voice melted my heart.

She continued to stroke my hand as I reluctantly wanked myself at a more sedate pace, brought back from the brink of my imminent climax.

"There there," she soothed, and then, after a minute or so of uttering similar calming words, slowing me down further and further, she said: "You can stop now baby."

She gently slipped her fingers under mine until I released my grip, and she lovingly guided my hand up to her face, kissing my fingers one by one as she looked into my yearning eyes.

"Do you remember," she said in a kind voice, "That I said you'll have to stay frustrated?"

"Yes," I said, with a tremulous breath, my eyes wide. My stomach was turning somersaults.

"Good boy," she said quietly, now placing my well-kissed hand onto her bare side.

Her unbelievably sexy body was touching mine - her breasts pressed against my chest, my thigh against the inside of hers. My cock made contact with her tummy with every throb.

"Does this feel unfair?" she asked. "Like you wanted?"

Like I wanted. Yes, 'unfair' was the word I'd used when I confessed my deep desire.

"Yes," I admitted, struggling to process how turned on I was.

"Good boy," she said again. "Then it's time for us to go and shower together and then get ready to go out."

~~~~~

Less than half an hour later, we all left the villa, making sure it was all locked up, although it seemed doubtful that anyone would come all this way up the rugged track to steal our things.

Not wearing any underwear is a mixed blessing when you're so rampantly hard you don't know what to do with yourself.

On the one hand, it would have been incredibly uncomfortable being packed into my boxer shorts. But on the other hand, it was much more difficult to conceal the seven inches of thick cock trapped inside my shorts. I had it lying off to the left, and wore my longest shirt over the top which covered it pretty well as long as the wind didn't get up too much.

My hands were shaking.

The ladies all looked simply lovely. Millie and Lucy wore the shortest dresses by far - Millie's long slender legs were eye catching, fully exposed by her surprisingly short brown and blue patterned dress. It was loose fitting, but clearly very thin material, and I was very distracted by her.

Lucy's dress was vaguely Mediterranean in style, with its halter neck, polkadot pattern, cinched at the waist, and with a frilly hem which stopped less than half way down her thighs.

Alice was in a slightly more formal looking black fitted dress with spaghetti straps that she looked amazing in.

Even Sophie was looking very feminine in her rust-orange wraparound dress.

I knew that Lucy wasn't wearing a bra, and I was fairly sure that none of the others were either, which didn't help my state of heightened arousal.

We all got into the 4x4 that Lucy's friends had hired. Sophie, who had driven on the way up, had asked me if I would drive this evening.

"You don't mind not drinking do you?" Lucy had added.

We'd all had a glass of wine, but if I was honest, I really fancied more to drink to calm my nerves. However, I didn't feel I could let one of the women drive - it wouldn't have been gentlemanly of me.

And so we made our way down to the town - a much nicer journey in the 4x4 than it had been on the way up in our little hatchback. The ladies chattered and giggled and I felt myself gradually relaxing. Things began to relax inside my shorts too thankfully, which meant that by the time we'd strolled along the harbour and found a delightful restaurant with seats at the water's edge, I was feeling very much more myself.

The arousal was still there, but it had faded into the background a bit. My cock was perhaps a quarter hard, but no more.

So we had a lovely meal, and I was hugely enjoying Lucy's friends' company. They were lively and playful and I laughed and chatted a lot. It was all very natural and easy, and even a little flirty.

Millie, who was sat to my left, was very tactile. At various points, she put her arm round me, hugged me, touched my arm countless times, and even kissed me on the cheek at one point after saying something teasing. Lucy didn't seem to mind a bit. She was sat opposite me and we made eye contact at various points in the evening - just brief looks - but it was enough to tell me that she was enjoying herself and that she was enjoying how her friends were around me.

She'd told me once that I was a 'non-threatening' man which she really liked about me. She said she liked my calm confidence and obvious kindness and good nature. So perhaps that was why her friends felt so comfortable around me.

The table was only meant to be for four people, and since there wasn't space for chairs at the ends of the table - one end was at the edge of the water, and sitting at the other end would have blocked the waiters - we had three chairs on the same side. Consequently it was quite cosy, with my chair literally butted up against Millie's on one side, and Sophie's on the other.

It meant that if I glanced down I could see Millie's extremely short dress only just covering her crotch, and her gorgeous long leg touching mine, something I was very aware of.

When she'd put her arm round me, I'd also been aware of her breast against my arm.

But despite all this, things remained calm down below.

Or they did until Lucy decided to be a bit mischievous.

Her foot between my legs took me by surprise, and I nearly spilt my water. But Lucy was innocently chatting away with Millie as if nothing was happening.

I had been part of a conversation with Sophie and Alice, but as Lucy's bare foot pressed insistently against my balls, I began to lose the ability to concentrate on the discussion.

"Don't you think Josh?" Sophie suddenly said to me.

I blinked. "Uh, yeah," I concurred, without really knowing what I was agreeing to. "Absol-uuuuuuu" I broke off as the ball of Lucy's foot pushed against my bell end.

"You okay?" Alice asked. Both women looked bemused.

On my other side, Millie and Lucy seemed oblivious, although of course Lucy was anything but. I saw the ghost of a smile creep onto her face, which she worked hard to suppress as she nodded gravely at what Millie was saying.

My cock was rapidly hardening as Lucy rubbed her toes up and down it, pressing it against my thigh so that it extended down the leg of my shorts.

"I'm fine," I said to Sophie and Alice in my best attempt at a reassuring tone. "Sorry about that. I got a sudden, er, cramp in my leg."

"Ooo nasty," Sophie sympathised, looking down. I quickly put my elbow on the table to block her view of my crotch. Sophie said: "Do you need to get up and walk about a bit?"

"No, really, I'm........" Again I broke off as Lucy once again ground her toes against my balls and I gasped. I actually doubled over a little, and all the ladies had now stopped talking and were looking at me.

Lucy's acting skills were extraordinary. "Oh dear, are you all right?" she asked me. She withdrew her foot from between my legs.

"He's got some cramp," Alice explained.

Lucy nodded and said: "Ah okay," and turning to me she said: "You need to just give it a really good rub."

My stomach flipped.

"No, it's fine, really," I told her, trying to convey through my eyes that I couldn't believe what she was doing to me. "It's gone now."

Well my last remark was the wrong thing to say. Immediately her foot returned, mashing my balls uncomfortably.

"Aaaaaaah," I exclaimed. The couple at the table next to us turned to look.

"Here," Millie piped up. "Let me."

She was pulling the edge of the tablecloth out of the way to see my legs, and Lucy deftly removed her foot.

I was in a panic now because my cock was trapped tight in the leg of my shorts which was closest to Millie, and would be extremely obvious.

I quickly put my hand over it.

"Oh just there?" Millie said, extending her hand and rubbing my thigh just to the left of my cock.

"Move your hand," she told me, "And I'll give it a quick massage. Looks like your sartorius muscle."

I looked at Lucy in alarm, silently pleading for her to save me. But, with a twinkle in her eye she said earnestly: "Go on Josh. Move your hand. Let Millie have a feel - she is the professional after all."

"No!" I exclaimed. Then, calming my voice, I said: "I mean, no thank you Millie. I'll just give it a good rub myself. I think it's easing off."

"No come on silly," Millie insisted, and she pushed my hand away, laying her fingers on my cock.

I froze.

Millie froze.

Lucy watched, wide eyed with delight.

I turned to look at Millie, starting to stammer an explanation - desperately trying to think of one.

"Well," Millie interrupted me, looking at me with her eyebrows raised. "Your muscle really does feel very hard indeed!"

I blushed deeply. Thankfully, the tablecloth had dropped back down, hiding what was happening from Sophie, who remained blissfully unaware. Sophie now laughed: "Sounds a bit dodgy Millie!"

Alice shook her head at her, chuckling. "Mind in the gutter as always!"

And as Alice and Sophie chattered away to each other, Millie actually began to massage my cock. Lucy watched my expression intently, a smile on the corners of her mouth. Millie was looking at Lucy with a similar expression. She had clearly understood what was happening here.

She just kept rubbing.

"Does that feel like it's helping?" Millie asked innocently.

"I - I don't know..." I breathed. It definitely was not helping at all!!!

Oh god it felt so good, but simultaneously panic inducing - this wasn't supposed to be happening. My girlfriend's friend doing this to my cock right here under the restaurant table.

I was so unbelievably hard, and my arousal levels so high, that it wasn't inconceivable that she could actually make me come if she kept doing this to me. The tip of my cock was wet with precome.

Millie now extended more of her hand onto my cock, and her fingertips were pressing against the ridge of my bell end, her palm rubbing my cock back and forth, wanking it against my leg.

"I wonder what's caused it?" Millie mused. Lucy stifled a giggle. "I have no idea," she replied. "But he was complaining about it earlier too."

"Well," Millie said, slowing down and taking her hand away, "I think that's all I can do for now."

I was left wide eyed, breathing shakily.

Millie turned to me, her eyes alive with mischief. "Maybe Lucy can give it a rub for you later and bring you some more relief."

I felt a pang of arousal at her little joke, shell shocked by what had just happened.

"Thank you," I said, a little hoarsely.

~~~~~

After the meal, as we walked back along the harbour front, Lucy and I had dropped back, letting the other three walk on ahead. She slipped her hand down inside the back of my shorts and groped my bare bottom shamelessly.

"Did you like your little bit of physio back there?"

I groaned. "God I can't believe that Millie was doing that to me. It's so... embarrassing."

"And a bit exciting too?"

"Yes," I admitted. "But..."

She stopped me with a finger on my lips, as we stopped walking and she moved in front of me, smiling. Her breath smelled of wine. Her pupils were enormous.

Then she replaced her finger with her sexy mouth, and kissed me long and slow, her tongue exploring mine. Her beautiful body was pressed up against me, and I held her slim waist as she wrapped her arms round my neck.

Finally, withdrawing her soft lips from my mouth just a fraction, she murmured: "It seriously fucking turned me on."

~~~~~

Back at Villa Cielo, I was once again given the role of waiter, fetching wine for them as they all settled by the pool chatting and laughing. Unlike me, they were all quite tipsy.

It was getting dark, and the pool lights had come on. It was a beautiful scene as I came out to them with the tray, but all I could think about was taking Lucy to bed.

Someone had put music on their phone, and Millie and Alice were dancing to it. Lucy was screaming with laughter at something Sophie had said.

"Thank you waiter," she said, as she took her glass.

"Yes thank you," Sophie agreed, taking hers and clinking glasses with Lucy. "I see you're fully dressed now, waiter," she added, "Unlike earlier. Much more respectable!"

I laughed as I walked away, over to the other two to give them their drinks. But I was feeling increasingly turned on by the way they were talking to me.

Millie, taking her drink, had obviously heard Sophie's joke because she cast her eyes over my torso and said: "Shame!"

Alice rolled her eyes but laughed.

And for the next however long we all drank and talked and danced, and they all got steadily more flirty and raucous. It's a good job we're miles from anyone else I thought to myself.

"Swim time!" Millie suddenly announced. "I have to try out this pool!"

And she marched off towards the house.

"Are you sure swimming is a good idea?" Alice was saying, but no one paid any attention.

"Yes!" Lucy exclaimed. "Waiter - go and fetch my swimsuit please! We're all going to swim. Including you."

I grinned at her slightly drunken slurring. "Okay," I said, and as I walked off inside, Sophie came along with me.

"How are you enjoying being around all these drunk girls?" she asked me as we went up the stairs.

"Haha - I think it's going to be a fun fortnight!" I said.

"It sure is," she agreed. "You ain't seen nothing yet Joshy boy!"

She was so right. The way my evening unfolded was unexpected to say the least.

The first sign of what was to come was when I couldn't find my swimming trunks.

I was certain I'd packed some - two pairs in fact, and yet they were nowhere to be found, even though I pulled everything out of the cases.

And when I returned to the pool with a costume for Lucy, and two towels, I immediately asked her if she knew where mine might be.

She was standing alone looking out at the view, swaying a little, and she grinned as I approached. The lights from the house twinkled in her beautiful eyes.

"No idea," she said earnestly, and for a moment I believed her, but then I saw the dark mischief in her expression: "You must have forgotten to pack them."

I stared at her. "Did you take them out?"

She said nothing in reply to this, but she moved up close to me, smiling provocatively, and began to kiss the corners of my mouth.

"It'd be such a shame if you had nothing to wear while you were swimming."

I stared at her incredulously, my stomach flipping.

"Get a room you two!" Sophie's voice said from behind me. I turned round to see her approaching in a red bikini, and behind her was Millie looking unbelievably sexy in a very small turquoise string bikini. She was carrying a beach ball she must have found somewhere.

"Are you not swimming Josh?" Millie remarked, looking at my shorts and shirt.

"He forgot to pack his trunks," Lucy told them.

"Silly boy!" Millie exclaimed.

"Schoolboy error," Sophie chimed in. "Guess you'll be skinny dipping then."

"Second time today then," Lucy chipped in.

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "Oh is that so? Well then. Crack on!"

"I'm not skinny dipping in front of you lot," I scoffed. But my laugh came out slightly strained.

Alice suddenly appeared from the house in a white swimsuit that was astonishingly high cut, again exposing her beautiful cleavage. I'd never have imagined she would wear something so overtly sexy. I was momentarily distracted by how narrow the front of the costume was - she obviously had very little pubic hair, which struck me as ironic considering how she'd been bemoaning the expectations on women earlier.

"Why is Josh skinny dipping?" she asked as she approached.

"Because he forgot his trunks," Millie explained.

"I'm not skinny dipping," I repeated, still trying to laugh it off, but I could feel myself blushing.

"Oh come on baby," Lucy said to me, starting to undo the buttons of my shirt. "Let's start with the shirt shall we - they've already seen your sexy torso."

"And you haven't got anything we haven't seen before," Sophie laughed bawdily.

"Yeah," Millie added, "We've all seen men's naked bodies you know Josh."

Lucy ignored them, running her hands sensually up my bare stomach.

I was speechless as she languidly slipped my shirt off over my shoulders, as if she was undressing me as a precursor to sex. My cock was swelling up in a very unhelpful way.

She discarded it on the nearby sunlounger and began to undo the popper of my shorts. Her friends were making a rising noise of excitement, laughing and urging her on, but I pulled away quickly.

"No! No no," I protested.

But Lucy wasn't letting it go - she came up to me, pouting and batting her eyelashes. "Well if you're feeling shy, why don't you just get undressed under your towel and then you can slip into the water leaving your towel on the side?"

"Come on Josh," the others were saying, even Alice whose eyes were alive with wicked delight. "We won't see your body once you're in the water."

I was skeptical of this, but, I pondered, it was dark, so perhaps she was right. And it would be nice to swim.

And, if I was completely honest, I was quite turned on by the situation.

Under increasing pressure from all four women, I finally capitulated.

"Okay, okay," I laughed, and as Millie, Sophie and Alice all dived into the pool one by one, I took myself off into a dark area behind the loungers.

With the towel round my waist, I awkwardly removed my shorts, half watching Lucy who had simply pulled off her dress and knickers, and then pulled on her leopard-print swimming costume, without anyone batting an eyelid.

She too dived into the pool and joined the others splashing around and giggling, as I walked over to them wearing just the towel.

"Oh hello!" Millie beamed. "All ready?"

"Yeah," I grinned sheepishly. "Are you lot going to turn away?"

"Of course," she replied. "Come on guys, let's face the other way."

Laughing, they all faced the house.

My heart was pounding as I stood there on the edge of the pool with the cool breeze coming up from the sea, watching them carefully, hypervigilant for anyone sneaking a peek.

Then, taking a deep breath, I dropped my towel, and plunged into the pool feet first.

A cheer went up as they heard the splash, and everyone turned round to applaud me.

"Yay!! Well done!!"

"Woohoo!!"

"Nice work Joshy boy. That wasn't so hard was it?"

"Good boy," Lucy praised me, swimming over to kiss me.

I felt elated. Being naked in the water again felt thrilling, especially surrounded by four attractive girls. But I was also nervous, and Lucy could see that in my eyes because she was especially affectionate with me, caressing my cheek and my neck and my shoulder, and running her wet fingers through my hair.

"Keep being a good boy tonight," she whispered close to my ear as we bobbed in the water, "And I'll let you come later."

The effect of her words was indescribable. And she could tell from my exhalation, and the look in my eyes.

She giggled.

"Come on then," she said, "Let's swim."

And she launched herself backwards, swimming away from me to join the girls, without breaking eye contact.

Under the water, my cock was growing, and I looked down to see how visible it was.

To my alarm, in the pool lights, I could see it clearly, albeit distorted by the water.

I looked up at the women, who were all in a circle facing each other, listening to a story that Millie was telling and paying me no attention.

From a couple of metres away I couldn't really make out their bodies under the water - so, I reasoned, I just needed to keep a little bit of distance and they wouldn't be able to see mine.

But that turned out to be wishful thinking.

The beach ball suddenly landed right in front of me, spraying little droplets of water into my face.

"Two teams," Sophie announced. "Lucy and Josh versus the rest of us."

"What does that mean?" Alice asked. "What's the actual game Sophie?"

"'Keep Away'. Basically we have to get the ball off those two. GO!!"

Immediately Sophie and Millie began to swim towards me at high speed. I was so alarmed at first that I couldn't think, but then I realised all I needed to do was throw the ball.

"Josh!" Lucy called.

With two hands, I threw the ball across to her and she caught it perfectly, but Alice was close by and ready, and she made a lunge.

Lucy tried to hold the ball up out of her reach, but a second later had to send it back to me.

I caught it, and quickly swam backwards with just my legs, as Millie and Sophie bore down on me again, churning up the water as they came.

My heart was hammering in my chest, acutely aware of my nudity, hoping that the amount of splashing I was doing with my feet was blocking their view.

But being at the deep end, I was struggling to throw the ball as I concentrated on staying afloat, and Millie was upon me before I knew it.

In a flurry of spraying water, she tried to get the ball out of my hands as I held it above my head. She launched herself upwards, her lovely breasts level with my eyeline for a moment, as she succeeded in grabbing the ball and we both plunged back down into the water.

One of her long smooth legs slid briefly up the side of mine as far as my hip as she turned, and then she was swimming away.

I surfaced to the sounds of excited shouting, including Lucy's voice: "Get it!"

I set off in pursuit of Millie, who had also surfaced and was paddling her feet for all she was worth, the ball held in front of her like a float.

Her bottom was just below the surface of the water, and even in the fray I registered how skimpy her bikini bottoms were and how incredibly sexy her arse was.

I could move faster than her with the use of my arms, and I came alongside her and made a grab for the ball, but Sophie beat me to it.

Millie's body was briefly against mine as she flipped onto her back, and I backed away quickly in case she came into contact with my genitals.

Unluckily for me, Sophie's stray foot suddenly made contact with me as she turned to throw the ball to Alice. I felt the ball of her foot strike the side of my semi erect cock and then kick back, making me wince. It didn't hurt very much, but it made me realise just how vulnerable I was being completely naked while playing this game.

There was no denying that I was enjoying myself though.

Lucy was going after Alice who now had the ball, and I watched with pleasure as they wrestled together in their sexy swimsuits in the shallower part of the pool.

Millie and I were still side by side, the obvious next recipients of the ball for whoever next threw it, and we jostled in the water, our feet catching against each other as we trod water, both of us focused on what was happening a few metres away.

Sophie was swimming towards them now shouting, her powerful arms propelling her forward at impressive speed, and as Lucy grabbed the ball and fumbled with it, it shot off from between her wet hands, straight into Sophie's face.

While Sophie was momentarily flustered, I took my chance, and launched myself forward.

I got hold of the ball, which had helpfully bounced off to the side, directly into my path, and immediately threw it to Lucy.

Sophie was on top of me suddenly, her large breasts literally rubbing across my face as she tried in vain to deflect the ball. The synthetic material of her bikini top was rough against my nose, and I flailed my arms in the water to prevent myself going under.

As she dropped back down, I suddenly found myself face to face with her, both of us breathing hard.

Having never particularly fancied Sophie before, I now found myself blushing at the proximity of her. Her deep brown eyes looking directly into mine. Her broad handsome face with its sculpted cheekbones, and her huge smile.

I suddenly imagined kissing her.

She looked deliberately down into the water between us, teasing me, and as I followed her gaze I saw my naked body plain as day under the water, illuminated by the pool lights. My partially erect penis moved back and forth with the movement of the water.

Our eyes met again. Her smirk was playful rather than cruel.

And then the ball landed next to us, and we were both instantly back in the game, lunging at the same moment, our bodies colliding.

My cock and balls got squished against her strong thigh, but whether she noticed I don't know as she twisted in the water and hurled the ball to Alice.

I backed away rapidly, mortified that my genitals had just rubbed against her like that, and I looked at Lucy to see if she'd registered what was happening.

She wasn't looking at me though. Instead she was laughing at Alice's terrible attempt at catching the ball, sending it flying off across the patio.

I too watched Alice as she pulled herself out of the pool. Her ultra-high-cut swimsuit did a poor job of covering her bottom, and I felt my insides flutter with pleasure at the view.

Unfortunately, as I continued to track her progress as she walked across to the ball and stooped to pick it up, I turned to see that Lucy was now looking at me, and I blushed. She'd caught me perving at her friend!

But she didn't look jealous. Far from it - she appeared highly amused.

She smiled at me knowingly, and as she turned her head to look at Alice, she maintained eye contact for a little longer than necessary.

Oh Alice's costume was so narrow. Even though I'd only just been rumbled, I couldn't stop myself gazing at Alice's crotch.

Millie was swimming backwards towards me, calling to Alice to throw her the ball, with her arms outstretched. I had to quickly move to the side to avoid her colliding with me, and as I did so, I realised Lucy was also swimming towards me, her beautiful lithe body moving gracefully in the water.

She swam right past me, but as she did so, I gasped as I suddenly felt her grab my cock and balls in one handful - or try to.

It was brief. She pulled her hand roughly away and carried on past me as if nothing had happened, leaving me wide eyed and growing rapidly.

It turns out that when you've been denied a couple of orgasms, and you're surrounded by sexy women, even having your cock carelessly manhandled gets you excited again.

As I turned to watch, Lucy was now face to face with Millie, blocking her every attempt to throw the ball, and both of them were laughing.

"Josh get down there," Lucy gesticulated wildly behind her back without looking away from her adversary, and so I obediently swam to the other, shallower, end of the pool, trying to keep my bottom below the surface.

No sooner had I got there than Millie had succeeded in launching the ball. It was coming right at me, and as I twisted round to try to catch it I was suddenly sandwiched between Sophie and Alice, also vying for possession.

Manoeuvring was much easier here, with our feet touching the floor, and Alice got herself right in front of me, deftly snatching the ball out of the air just as I was about to get it.

But in that fleeting moment, something happened which was both incredibly embarrassing and incredibly thrilling in equal measure.

My semi-erect penis nestled itself between Alice's mostly bare buttocks, protruding down between her legs.

She turned around at once, staring at me, and I felt my heart stop.

"You okay?" Sophie asked, immediately picking up on Alice's astonished expression.

It felt like an eternity that Alice and I looked at each other, me blushing miserably, her gaping in shock.

Alice looked down into the water, and I instinctively covered myself - but I was sure she'd glimpsed the thing she'd just felt.

Lucy and Millie had stopped splashing about and Lucy called out: "What's up?"

"Let's just say," Alice replied, looking up into my eyes again, regaining her composure, "That I just felt conclusive evidence that you're a lucky girl."

It took a second for everyone to process this, and as Alice's pretty mouth curled into a smile, there was an eruption of glee from the others.

In the hubbub that ensued, I met Lucy's gaze and something wonderful passed between us. She saw my embarrassment, and arousal, and desire, and uncertainty. And I saw her eyes light up with that dark wonder, and, I thought, a sudden, intoxicating awareness of the power she held over me.

My cock began to swell even more, despite me willing it not to.

The lingering sensation of Alice's bottom, combined with Lucy's enormous enjoyment of my predicament, turned me on profoundly.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking from Alice's mischievous face to Lucy's. "It was an accident!"

"An accident like when I felt your junk against my leg just now?" Sophie teased.

I felt the colour rising in my cheeks. But as I started to defend myself, Millie struck the final blow:

"Or when I suddenly felt it in my hand?"

My humiliation was complete. I'd thought that the incident at the table would be kept as a naughty little secret.

"What??!" Sophie exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Your hand???" Alice repeated, shocked. She fixed her slightly drunken gaze on me in disapproval.

"Oh my god Lucy, you need to get your boy under control!" Sophie said, turning to her.

We were all looking at Lucy in fact, and she shook her head in disbelief, with a wry smile.

She tutted. "Oh Joshua you naughty boy. How shall we punish him ladies?"

This elicited a fresh wave of excitement and laughter.

"That's exactly what you are - a naughty boy!" Sophie said, waggling her finger at me. "That's so pervy, rubbing yourself up against us like that!"

She was enjoying herself enormously, and she was slurring her words the tiniest bit, reminding me that they'd all had quite a lot to drink while I'd remained almost entirely sober. I had a slightly panicked feeling that things might get out of control.

Millie was killing herself laughing. "Oh you definitely deserve to be punished," she grinned at me. "You need to make it up to us!!"

Alice was getting out of the pool again, and once again I couldn't help glancing at her exquisite arse. But I instantly regretted it.

"Hey!" Lucy barked. "Stop ogling her! Oh my god, I'm beginning to think you want to be punished."

I stammered an apology, but Alice spoke over me.

"I know the punishment," she was saying as she walked along the side of the pool. Her legs looked so long and sexy in her high cut costume.

"I'm confiscating his towel," she said.

I experienced a sensation of cold dread flooding my chest at her words.

But as she picked up my towel - denying me the one thing I could cover myself with - and walked away with it, my cock began to swell up urgently.

There were whoops of delight and approval from the other women, as we all watched Alice wrap the towel around herself and pose on a lounger, one knee raised, her arms behind her head, looking at me with a wicked smile.

Then she lifted her hand and clicked her fingers.

"Wine please waiter!"

"Oh my god, YES!!" Millie exclaimed. "Haha that is perfect!"

"You have to be our naked waiter now Joshy Boy," Sophie told me, moving towards me and patting me on the cheek as she carried on past, and pulled herself out of the water.

Millie did the same, also gently slapping my cheek with barely suppressed glee. "Wine for me too please, waiter," she said. She made a show of keeping her body well away from mine as if concerned that I would rub myself against her, as she too went past me to the poolside and got out.

But, despite my fear, it was impossible to deny that I was unbelievably aroused.

I was now ramrod hard under the water. And I still found it impossible to not look at Millie's delicious backside as she went, in her skimpy turquoise bikini bottoms.

Lucy came to me with a couple of languid swim strokes, and I found myself tremulous in her presence.

Her eyes were twinkling with mischief and amusement, like the lights of the harbour off in the distance behind her.

After the chaos of the game, the cicadas seemed louder than ever. I could hear Millie telling the others about what had happened at the restaurant in hushed tones, but I hardly listened. I was completely focused on my beautiful girlfriend and her intoxicating eye contact.

Under the surface, her hand found my cock and wrapped itself around its girth, squeezing gently.

I was utterly at her mercy. I had an almost euphoric sense of being owned by her.

And then I gasped as she began to wank me, hard and fast.

"Oh fuck!!" I breathed, staring at her incredulously as glorious sensations began to rise up in my loins.

Her friends were oblivious to the scene playing out below them in the pool - my laboured breathing inaudible under their chatter, and the lapping of the water against the tiles.

It was just her and me looking into each other's eyes - hers calm and playful, mine full of surprise and longing.

She wanked me relentlessly under the water, my cock at maximum hardness, and I was almost doubled up.

"You'd better lose this before you get out," she told me quietly, not letting up for a second. "You're not allowed to walk around with a massive erection in front of my friends, do you understand?"

"Yes," I panted, almost unable to speak, beginning to think she was going to make me come right here in the water.

"Good," she smiled.

And then she simply let go of me.

"Ohhhh OH OH OH OH!" I cried out, as a dreadful feeling of loss gripped my insides. My hips were bucking of their own accord. My cock was throbbing desperately.

It had stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and now I was a mess, as what was promising to be an intensely beautiful orgasm just fell away.

She giggled at my expression.

"You have to be a good boy, remember?"

She kissed my mouth briefly, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and as I watched in dismay, she swam to the side, and pulled her graceful lithe body out of the water.

As she walked towards the others on their sun loungers, she turned and winked at me, looking bewitchingly beautiful.

Alice clicked her fingers again. "Waiter!" she called impatiently. "Come on. Don't keep us waiting!"