Georgia - S01 E48

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Georgia - S01 E48

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

Then my eyes went up to my chest. I could see 2 white triangles and bulges where my hard nipples were, just like they were covered by very thin material.

I turned my back to the mirror and looked back over my shoulder. I couldn’t see the paint neck fastening because of my hair but I could see 2 lengths of paint string hanging down like a loose fitting string bikini top. Henry had even managed to paint a realistic bow for the tie.

“Happy?” Henry asked.

“I sure am; it’s awesome. I’m going to love walking around town like this.”

“Have a look at the photos before you go running off to expose yourself to the world Georgia.”

“Yes, of course.”

I stood beside Henry while he slowly scrolled through all the photographs.

“Wow, that’s really me, you haven’t just done a quick paint-shop on them have you Henry?”

“Definitely NOT Georgia, I haven’t even got a copy of paint-shop. I told you that you are beautiful and these prove it.”

I think that I actually blushed at that point but I soon recovered and said,

“I love the photos, you said that you could paint my slit to look like the seam in the denim and it really does look like that. Thank you Henry, can I have a copy of all the photos that you’ve taken of me on a memory stick please, I’ll pay you extra for it.”

“Of course you can, I’ll have it ready for you when you come back for your dress. Talking about paying, if you’re satisfied can you pay me please?”

“Sure can, and yes, I am satisfied; so satisfied that I’ll probably be back for another paint job sometime. Do you take plastic?” I asked as I got my purse and got my Black Amex card out.

“Sorry, cash only; the tax man and I don’t get on too well.”

“That’s okay,” I replied, I’ve got the cash here.”

I paid Henry and still had enough to easily last the day. When I get back to the boat I can raid daddy’s safe again.

Transaction complete and everything else sorted, I reached up to Henry and kissed his beard covered cheek. Then I looked over to Nicolás.

“Come here.” I said.

Nicolás walked over to me and I reached up and kissed his cheek as well. Then I picked up my bag and headed for the door. I was outside on the street when it hit me that I was out on a public street in the middle of the day, and all I had on was a few grams of paint. I felt good; and aroused.

“Cool it girl.” I said to myself; “you don’t want to lose any paint from on your pussy.”

I took a deep breath and started walking.

I felt nervous and excited when I saw the first people walking towards me; and in a small way I was disappointed that they only glanced on me. It was the same with the others as I got closer to the centre of town.

People were ignoring me. That was good and bad. Good that Henry’s paint job was that realistic and bad in that people didn’t know that I was naked. It was also good in that I WAS naked in the middle of town on a busy morning and I was getting aroused being like that.

I walked around for ages with only a handful of people, all men, taking a second look at me. Even then I wasn’t sure if it was because I was a girl wearing a small bikini top over small tits and some small daisy dukes; or if they realised that the clothes were only paint and they could see my slit and little clit sticking out. I guess that the problem is that there are thousands of girls in Ibiza that wander around in next to nothing.

I did get a bit nervous when I saw a police car parked and pointing my way, but the men in it didn’t even look at me; well not that I could tell.

By the time that I was getting thirsty, I was down by the harbour. I saw a café and walked over to it. I looked at the chairs and was happy to see that they had cushions on them. I sat at a table and a young girl soon came to take my order. She gave me a bit of a strange look then acted as if I was wearing more than she was.

I stood up, twisted my chair and sat back down with my butt if the front edge of the char so that people walking by would be able to see my pussy when I opened my legs. I bend forwards and looked at my pussy, the paint was still good. Opening my legs I saw a pink line appear along the blue ‘seam’. I opened them some more and the pink line got wider. I figured that if anyone saw my painted pussy with my legs closed and didn’t realise that it was only paint then I could go just about anywhere and get away with it.

A couple of men looked, but not for long, and the girl who took my order didn’t react at all, although only my slit was visible to her at the time. I guess that Henry had done a really good job of making my slit look like the seam in the ‘denim’.

So far I had only been out and about and most of the people only glanced at me. I needed to go somewhere where I could get close-up to people, where they’d look at me for more than a split second. I thought for a second then smiled having thought of shops. There are often old men or young girls serving in them and I wondered if me standing in front of them paying for something would make them take a closer look and realise what they could actually see.

I was disappointed. No one had realised that I only had paint on so I decided to walk back to the boat. It was a pretty uneventful walk until when I was close to the marina and I heard someone shouting my name. I stopped and turned and walking up behind me were Kate and Zoe and their parents.

We all said hello and their mother added,

“That outfit looks a bit old and thin Georgia.”

Zoe jumped in and told her mother that what I was wearing was all the fashion these days and to leave me alone.

Their father only took a quick look at me as he said hello.

As we walked we had a polite conversation about absolutely nothing of any importance. When we got to the marine I invited Kate and Zoe to come to daddy’s boat with me. After asking their parents the oldies went one way and us girls went towards daddy’s boat. As soon as we got out of hearing range Zoe said,

“So what are you wearing Georgia? Those shorts looks like some sort of latex and that bikini top looks like you painted it on.”

“I didn’t paint it on, but yes, it’s all paint. I got this man to paint me.”

Zoe grinned and just said, “Wow.” But Kate said,

“You let a man paint your naked body, even between your legs?”

“Yep, the paint brushes felt nice on my pussy.”

“I bet they did.” Zoe added.

“They look real don’t they?” I asked. “Look, I’ll prove how real they look.”

Kate and Zoe stood and watched me go into the marina office and they saw me go up to Sebastian and ask if they had any mail for me. When I went back out Kate said,

“He watched you walk out.”

“That just proves that he’s a man.” Zoe said.

“Anyone fancy a drink or an ice cream?” I asked.

We went to the café and saw Manuel who joked with me saying,

“Ah, you found some clothes today mujer joven?”

“Si Manuel.” I replied.

“Err, that implies that you’ve been here without and clothes on Georgia.” Kate said.

“That’s right.” I replied, “Manuel doesn’t mind.”

“I bet he doesn’t.” Kate said.

“So what have you 2 been up to? Anything exciting? I see that you’ve ditched the bras, what about the knickers?”

“Them too.” Zoe replied and lifted the front of her skirt so that I could see her bald pubes and slit.

“So has mummy and daddy found out yet?

“I don’t think so; neither has said anything about the knickers but mummy asked about our bras. We just said that it was too hot.”

“So what have you been doing? Been anywhere nice?”

Just then Manuel re-appeared and took our order.

“No; just boring touristy stuff.” Zoe said.

“How about us 3 go somewhere tonight?” I asked.

“Won’t proper clothes rub that paint off?” Kate asked.

“Probably; but I’m going out like this.”

“Bloody hell.” Kate said.

“You can come out in normal clothes and come to my boat then you can change into to some of my proper Ibiza night out clothes. Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that your clothes aren’t nice, they are, it’s just that you’ll enjoy yourself more if you’re showing lots of skin.”

“That’s okay Georgia, we both know that our clothes are boring; we’ll be glad when we go to university and we can upgrade our wardrobe to decent clothes.”

“You mean indecent clothes Zoe.” Kate said.

“Stop being a boring old bitch Kate; “Zoe said; “You’re getting too much like our parents. You’ll be wanting to start going to church again if you’re not careful.”



“Fuck no. I’ve had way too much of that brainwashing already.”

“So let yourself go Kate and enjoy yourself. Yes Georgia, we’d love to borrow some of your clothes; thank you.”

Our ice creams and colas arrived and we were quiet whilst we ate.

We talked some more but I avoided telling them about the club and Groper’s Bar. They were fascinated about the hypnotist and me wanting to orgasm just my hearing a certain word. They had a good laugh when I told them what word I’d chosen.

“That’s the Greek god with a humongous cock isn’t it?” Zoe asked.

“Might have guessed that you’d choose a word like that.” Kate said.