Georgia - S01 E25

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Georgia - S01 E25

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25

During the walk back daddy said that he guessed that I would be going to nightclubs and the likes while I was here. When I said that I probably would he told me about the driver that had brought us from the airport.

“Pau is more than a driver; he is a Mr. Fixit and a bodyguard as well. I’ll give you his mobile number, and a few other numbers that you might need. Don’t hesitate to call any of them at any time of the day or night. I know that you speak Spanish but Pau’s English is good. Whatever it is that you need, tickets to a nightclub, taking anywhere on the island, or anything else that you need; he’s your man. If you want him with you when you go anywhere, even if it’s just to linger in the background keeping an eye on things, then call him.”

I stopped walking, turned to face daddy then gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. As I hugged him I felt the warmth of his chest on my nipples. They went hard.

“Thank you daddy, thank you for looking after me.”

“Hey, you’re my daughter, my only child; of course I’m going to look after you. That’s what fathers do.”

As we finished the walk back I thought about Pau. I hadn’t taken that much notice of him before but thinking about him I remembered that he’s a good 2 metres tall and both his chest and his waist must be about half of his height. If I were to run into him (literally) he wouldn’t even notice the collision; but I would end up in hospital.

“Yes,” I thought, “he could be a good man to have around at times.”

We got back to the yacht and I told daddy that I was going for a walk on my own. Okay, I’d walked around that place on my own when I’d been there before, but this was the first time that I would be doing it as a woman with a different outlook on life. I went and got my shoulder bag and some Euros, and set off; daddy telling me to be careful.

As I walked along the side of the marina I decided that I wanted my top to be a bit looser so that when I leant forwards the top would hang below my tits. Still walking, I reached behind my neck and unfastened the bow then re-tied it quite a bit looser then reached under the halter and pulled my nipples.

Then I thought about the skirt part of the dress. Smoothing my hand down the back, I just felt the skin on the bottom of my butt. Then I did the same at the front and confirmed that my slit was only just covered.

I thought about the girls that I’d seen while walking around with daddy. A lot had been wearing only skimpy bikinis, about half of them with thong bottoms. I’d seen about a dozen topless girls and some of those that had been wearing a skirt, about half of them had been as short as mine; and that was just in Ibiza town.

I decided that I needed to wear less, or at least expose more so that I’d get noticed.

Thinking about getting noticed, I wondered if there are and sex clubs in Ibiza, a bit like Miranda’s party but where I could get fucked properly. I imagined me standing on one leg in the middle of a pub with my wrists and the other ankle tied to the ceiling and me being used my every man in the pub.

Then I wondered what it would be like on the beaches and which beaches were the best to get naked. I’d read that nudism isn’t illegal in Spain so maybe I could get naked on any beach.

I had another thought, when daddy had gone home, how would I get around? Daddy obviously wants me to get this Pau man to drive me everywhere but that didn’t seem like much fun. Maybe I should use public transport? That would certainly get me seen more.

Yes, I was going to do some research and then decide on where to go and how to get there.

Then I thought about daddy; he needed a woman, or at least a good fuck. Maybe this holiday was the opportunity for me to get him to take me to some of these clubs for older, rich people; yachting clubs and the likes. There must be some single middle-aged women at those sort of places. I could look out for them then when they go to the rest room I could follow them then get talking to them. If I like them I could find some way for them to meet daddy then maybe he’d invite them to the yacht and end up in bed with them.

That’s it, the boat, maybe I could get daddy to have a party there and invite people from the neighbouring boats. I’d have to look for some single women on those boats and invite them.

I was daydreaming, but maybe I could turn some of it into reality I decided to spend the next couple of days sunbathing on the decks of the boat and finding out who our neighbours were. And I can start my all-over tan. I hope that daddy doesn’t complain.

It didn’t take long to find a bar; there are dozens of them in that area. I sat at a table where I could watch the world go by and ordered a drink when a waiter came over. I hadn’t crossed my legs and I was sure that my bare pubes were on display but the waiter didn’t appear to notice. I guessed that he must have seen hundreds of bare pussies in that bar.

I stayed in that bar for a couple of hours, had another couple of drinks and got hit on twice. Both times I caught the guy staring at my bald pubes as they talked to me. Both times I leaned back in my chair and let them stare at my pussy as I told them that I wasn’t interested.

“Yes,” I thought, “this teasing men is fun.”

After a while 2 girls about my age came and sat at the next table to me. Listening to them talk I knew that they were English and out for a good night.

They too got hit on by a few guys and they too refused all offers. Two Spanish young men were really trying hard to get off with them, and as well as talking to the girls in semi-reasonable English, they spoke to each other in Spanish. I listened to their Spanish talk and this is a rough translation: -

“I like the blonde best her nipples stick out the most.”

“You can fuck her because I like the one with the big tits.”

“We can swap over after the first fuck. You did bring the knockout drug with you didn’t you?”

“Of course, I never go out without it. These English girls make it so easy.”

After hearing that I concentrated on what all of them were saying. The 2 girls kept rejecting the Spaniards then after a few minutes I heard: -

“These 2 are getting boring; maybe we should hit on the little girl next to them. She’s not bad looking for a kid and she isn’t wearing anything under that dress.”

“She’s a kid.”

“Yes but I bet that she’s a good fuck; she’ll make a good spit roast.”

“Probably; maybe; she is kind of cute. Have you seen any parents around?”

“No; and her pussy does look inviting.”

“My grandmother’s pussy would look inviting to you.”

“True. The kid must be out to get fucked; why else would she be here on her own?”

“Maybe she’s waiting for her parents.”

“Well if we get her away from here quick we can have a good night with her then pass her on to our mates.”

That was it for me. Okay, the idea of what they were saying appealed to me but it had to be on my terms; not those of a couple of unpleasant yobs who were trawling the bars looking for a fuck.

I stood up and almost shouted,

“Malditos pervertidos. Vete a la mierda y vuelve a gatear en la cuneta de donde vienes. Déjanos en paz antes de telefonear a la policía.”

Then I said it again in English,

“You fucking perverts. Fuck off and crawl back into the gutter where you came from. Leave us alone before I phone the police.”

The 2 yobs stared at me for a second then turned and walked away. Meanwhile the 2 girls were both staring, open mouthed, at me. As I sat down one of the girls said,

“Fucking hell girl, I just never expected that from someone so small. What brought that on?”

I told them what the 2 yobs had said and one of them waved for a waiter then ordered 3 drinks. They thanked me and said that they had no idea what the yobs had been saying.

Then one of them asked if I was waiting for my parents.

I laughed and said,

“No, I may not look it but I’m actually 18. You’re not the first ones to make that mistake. The way I look is a long story that I won’t bore you with.”

The drinks arrived and one was put in front of me. I downed it in one and said,

“Thank you, I needed that. My heart is still pounding.”

We talked for a bit then I said that I had to go, but before I left I asked them which club they thought was the best.

“Pacha.” They both said.

“Maybe I’ll see you there.” I said as I left.