Georgia - S01 E66

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Georgia - S01 E66

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 66

Instead I sat on my own near a window and had to resort to turning the egg on. Fortunately the journey was only about half an hour and I was soon walking out of the San Antonio bus station.

By that time my confidence was back and I happily walked along the busy streets, passed the end of the town square and to where the boats leave from.

I bought a ticket and looked for the boat to Cala Conta. When I found it I saw an old man collecting tickets as people got on. He looked a right miserable old sod so I decided to wrap my towel around me to get on the boat.

I did that then went to the front of the boat and sat on a seat right at the front where I could put my feet up on the front rail. I took the towel off before I sat down and spread my feet on the rail. The gentle breeze tickled my pussy and I felt good.

When I noticed that the boat was moving I looked around and saw that there were less people on it than I expected.

I shuffled down on the seat then lifted my butt to take the half sarong off. Putting it in my bag I then put my head back and closed my eyes. The sun felt so good on my near naked body.

A short while later I heard some youths talking and opened my eyes. 3 youths had come up to the front of the boat and were stood next to me.

They weren’t looking at my eyes so I quickly closed them again.

“Hey bro, check this out.” I heard one say.

“Fucking hell, I can see everything, right into her hole.” Another said

“Do you think that she knows that we’re here?”

“She must be asleep. If she wasn’t she’d have covered-up or at least closed her legs.”

“Let’s keep quiet and have a good look.”

“And take some photos.”

I just lay there listening to them whisper about my tits and pussy and listening to the clicking of their phones.

I wished that I’d left the egg turned on but I hadn’t so I settled for squeezing then relaxing my pussy muscles. Apart from it being for their benefit it would also be good exercise for my muscles.

After what seemed like forever, I heard the tone of the boat’s engine change and felt a change of direction so I moved my hands then opened my eyes. The 3 of them were still stood there looking at me. I smiled at them and that must have disturbed their confidence or something because the suddenly walked away.

I looked up and saw that the boat was going into a bay. I had a decision to make; do I get off the boat dressed as I was, in only the material-less thong; or do I put something else on.

I opted to put on the half sarong. Okay it didn’t cover anymore of me but it was clothes.

I waited for most of the other passengers to dis-embark but I was followed off the boat by the 3 youths. I was expecting the old man to see everyone off the boat but instead it was a young man who was helping people. When he saw me, and what he could see, he smiled at me. I smiled back.

The 3 youths followed me to the first, and biggest, beach that I came to. As I walked along the water’s edge I couldn’t see anyone naked so I went up to the café where I saw a large area cordoned off by large rocks with a road to a little roundabout at one side There were a lot of scooters and motorbikes parked there and people walking along the road towards the café.

Walking along the edge of the cordoned off area I saw another, smaller beach also with no naked people. I decided to walk further and came to some steps down to another little beach. This one had lots of naked people on it and not a lot of space.

I decided to go back to the biggest beach. Things weren’t looking good for naked sunbathing but I’d seen other girls wearing just thongs so at least I could sunbathe in my thong even if it only had the strings. I could just close my legs if anyone started to say anything.

I spread my towel at the end of the beach furthest away from the café and lay down to see what was going on around me. I was up on my elbows, knees together but raised. The people around me were ignoring me so I put my knees down and opened my legs a bit; then a bit more.

People around me were still ignoring me. I put me elbows down and lay there for a while before getting to my feet and covering myself with sunblock. As lay down again I looked at the people around me again; nothing. They seemed more interested in watching the kids run around and what was going on out at sea.

What’s more, I was getting more courageous. Maybe because of the lack of attention I was getting, and maybe because my egg was getting me more and more aroused.

I slid my thong down and off then lay there, on my elbows with my knees slightly bent so that my slit wasn’t visible. I stayed like that for a while, occasionally looking around to see if there was any reaction from anyone.

Not seeing any, I straightened my arms but kept my knees slightly bent, and just lay there for quite a while before straightening my legs. The front of my slit again became visible to anyone who looked, but not now framed by the strings of my thong.

If anyone did look they didn’t say anything so after a while I relaxed my legs a little so that people would be able to see all of my slit and my clit poking through it.

Shortly after that the egg got the better of me and I managed a ‘quiet’ orgasm, whispering ‘Priapus’.

After my heart rate returned to normal I decided that it was time to go for a swim. I stood up and slowly walked in to the water. After about 10 minutes of enjoying the tepid warm sea I was still feeling brave so I walked out of the water then along the water’s edge.

Again, no one said anything but I did see a few, mainly men, people looking in my direction.

I walked right to the end of the beach then back; and was feeling a lot happier. I went back to my towel and lay down, with my legs slightly apart, and relaxed.

About an hour later I decided that I needed an ice cream. Another decision time.

“Sod it,” I thought; “what’s the worst that can happen to me? A load of verbal abuse? Get kicked out of the café? There’s no way that they’d call the police; they’d be miles away and what were they going to do about one little girl?”

I grabbed my purse and started walking to the café.

As it turned out, nothing happened; not even any verbal abuse from locals or tourists. Okay, as I stood in the queue to get served a few people were looking at me, but that was it. I guessed that people either didn’t care or they didn’t want to get involved. I wondered if it would have been the same if I was a man.

Having had a little confidence booster I went outside and sat at one of the tables and watched a bus arrive and what seemed like 100 people dis-embark. About half of them walking over towards and passed me.

I was glad that I’d picked a table and chair where I could spread my legs so that anyone who cared to look would be able to see my pussy.

After that I went back to my towel then went for another swim. It’s such a lovely feeling floating on your back, naked in a warm sea with people all around you, and your vibrator talking you over the edge.

Orgasm over, I went back to my towel got dried, packed my bag and headed to the bus stop. When I got there I decided that maybe I should put some clothes on so I got the net, half sarong out of my bag and tied it round my waist. My butt and pussy were covered; if you can call a net sarong coverage.

I held my bag in front of my stomach as I paid the bus driver. Unfortunately, it was too early for most people to leave so there were only about a dozen people on the bus to San Antonio.

I sat on the back row with no one else in the back half of the bus. I took that as an opportunity to get naked and I mooned a few people that were just arriving as we left the car park.

I did the same when we stopped at traffic lights a couple of times during the journey.

Just as the bus was pulling into the bus station I tied the half sarong around my waist then followed the other passengers off the bus.

I walked along some narrow streets down to the main square, and apart from a few young men turning to look at me, I was invisible to just about everyone.

I wondered how many other girls had walked around that square in the middle of the afternoon wearing as little as I was.

Near the end of the square I saw a Burger King and was suddenly quite hungry. The young girl serving seemed to be oblivious to my state of dress although an older young man behind the counter did stare at me as I collected my order. I don’t know if he stared at my butt as I walked outside , and I sat at one of the tables so that I could watch people passing by so that I knew when to spread my legs hoping that they’d look at me and realise what they could see.