Planting the seed

This is Rachel and Andy’s first holiday together, way back in 2001 when the thrill of her exhibitionism and love to perform for others first comes into view.

In the summer of 2001 Andy and Rachel had been dating for almost a year, their relationship a whirlwind of stolen moments and escalating desires. It started innocently enough, Andy taking her virginity in her cramped dorm room back home, but as their sex life had developed, his initial patient gentleness had evolved, guiding her through peaks of pleasure that left her breathless and begging. Andy awakened in Rachel a hunger that she couldn’t ignore. Realising the thrill she obtained from eyes being on her body, the pleasure provided by exhibitionism Andy had fuelled this, allowing their sex to bloom from from tentative explorations to wild, boundary-pushing romps.

However this exploration had not sated that inner voice that craved a voyeurs view, if anything it encouraged it, made it more insistent. Now, on their first holiday together in a hotel overlooking the pool, with balconies crowding in on either side like nosy neighbours, their first holiday together provided the opportunity to feed that demon, to explore, away from the judgement of familiar faces to push the boundaries.

Rachel rummaged through her suitcase, pulling out one of her white bikinis, the kind that turned sheer when wet, clinging to her skin like a second, translucent layer. She slipped it on, the fabric hugging her pert C-cup breasts and toned size-eight frame. Andy watched from the bed, his shorts already tenting at the sight. "Pool first," he said, grinning. "Then we can come back here and see how wet you really get."

Down at the pool, the air hummed with laughter and splashes. As Andy sat on the edge, Rachel eased into the water, the coolness a shock against the scorching tiles. After a few lengths she climbed out, the bikini plastered transparent against her skin, her pink nipples hard from the cool water, and the outline of her slit visible to anyone who bothered to look.

"Fuck, you look incredible," Andy murmured, his comment causing a nearby couple of guys in their twenties to look over, one nudging his friend with an appreciative smirk.

“Fuck it” Rachel thought. She untied her top letting it drop. Her breasts bobbed free, pert and flushed from the sun, drawing immediate attention. She bent to pick up her top, turning so the lines of her arse turned towards the lads. Arching her back when she straightened she threw it at Andy, purposely shaking her boobs as she did. The lads on the loungers looked away quickly when she glanced in their direction, struggling to rearrange their shorts. A fire ignited low in her belly, her pussy clenching at the exposure. She felt alive, desired, the risk of those balconies above making her thighs slick even in the water.

Later that morning Andy could no longer hide his erection as he pulled her from the pool, water dripping from her bare skin. "Fuck, you look incredible," he muttered, towing her toward their room. The door barely clicked shut before he yanked down her bikini briefs, exposing her trimmed slit.

She gasped, falling back on the the as he dropped to his knees. Nudging her legs apart, his mouth was on her instantly, tongue flicking her clit, fingers parting her lips to delve inside. "Tell me," he murmured against her folds, sucking gently. "You like them staring at your tits, don't you?"

Rachel's hands fisted in his hair, hips bucking."Yes... fuck, yes. It turns me on, knowing they're watching me. Wanting me." The confession spilled out, raw and honest, as his fingers slid inside her, curling against that spot that made her vision blur.

Andy stood, shedding his trunks, his cock springing free, thick and veined, tip glistening. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the balcony door. Sliding the door open the midday sun poured in accompanied by noise from the pool below. Rachel's breath hitched as he spun her around, bending her over the railing. Her breasts pressed against the warm metal, nipples scraping with every movement. Andy's cock, thick and hard, nudged her entrance from behind. He thrust in deep, filling her pussy in one smooth stroke.

"Oh god, Andy," she whimpered, loud enough that voices below paused. He gripped her hips, pounding steadily, the slap of skin echoing off the balconies. Rachel's moans carried, drawing glances upward. She didn't care, the exposure fuelled her, her walls clenching around him as he drove deeper. Sweat beaded on her back, mixing with the remnants of pool water.

She spun suddenly, dropping to her knees on the balcony floor. Andy's cock glistened with her juices as she took him in her mouth, sucking hungrily. Her hand worked the base, tongue swirling the head. He groaned, thrusting shallowly into her throat. "Rachel... fuck, I'm close." She hummed around him, eyes locked on his, until he came hard, jets of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed most, letting a bit dribble down her chin for the thrill.

That's when she saw it, a shadow shifting at the window next door, the sheer curtain fluttering. Someone was watching. The knowledge hit her like a spark, her orgasm crashing over her. She bit her lip to stifle the cry, pussy pulsing as she came, waves of pleasure making her thighs quiver. Andy pulled her inside, oblivious, kissing her neck. She said nothing, savouring the secret.

The next day, the lads' sly smirks across the pool fanned the flames. Rachel felt their eyes on her all morning, a constant buzz under her skin. By evening, she was restless, her body humming with need. Andy suggested dinner at a local fondouk, and she agreed, slipping into a short, tight sundress that barely skimmed her thighs. No knickers, just the thin fabric whispering against her freshly shaven pussy. The breeze as they stepped out teased her bare lips, already swelling with anticipation.

They climbed into a horse-drawn carriage for the ride, the clip-clop of hooves rhythmic on the dusty streets. Andy's arm around her waist pulled her close, but Rachel had plans. At the fondouk, under strings of lights and the scent of spiced lamb, she teased him mercilessly. Crossing her legs, she'd let the hem ride up, flashing a glimpse of her smooth slit. Andy's fork paused mid-air, his cock hardening under the table. Once, she "accidentally" dropped her napkin, bending to retrieve it and giving him, and possibly the waiter, a full view of her ass cheeks.

"Fuck, Rachel," he whispered, voice strained. Her hand slid under the table, grabbing his firm cock through his pants. She squeezed, giggling softly. "Later. Be good."

The carriage ride back was torture. Andy's hand started on her knee, inching up her inner thigh as the city lights blurred by. The driver, just feet away with his back turned, hummed a tune. Rachel spread her legs slightly, guiding his fingers to her wetness. He curled two inside her, pumping slowly, thumb brushing her clit. She bit her lip, stifling a moan, the jolts of pleasure making her squirm.

"Can't wait," she breathed, lifting her hips. Andy freed his cock with his other hand, and she shifted onto his lap, the dress hiked up. His length slid into her easily, stretching her pussy around him. The carriage swayed gently, masking her slow rocks back and forth. He filled her completely, every inch buried deep as she ground down. His fingers found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles while she rode him discreetly. The driver's proximity heightened it all, one wrong glance, and they'd be caught. Rachel's breaths came in short gasps, her walls tightening until she came quietly, shuddering around him. Andy followed soon after, his cum spilling inside her in hot pulses, a creamy warmth that leaked down her thighs as they arrived back at the hotel.

A few days later, they joined an excursion to the desert, the coach rumbling out of Monastir under a blistering sun. The AC sputtered, forcing everyone to strip down to basics. Rachel wore a flimsy skirt and, bra-less, her thin tank top showed the peak of her firm nipples, Andy in shorts. They snagged seats at the back, away from the tour guide's drone. Across from them sat two female students, pretty and chatty, blondes with easy smiles, probably around their age, swapping stories about university life.

The heat built, sweat trickling down Rachel's back. Andy's hand wandered first, tracing her thigh under the cover of her skirt. She kept chatting with the girls about university and student life, her voice steady even as his fingers slipped higher, brushing her bare pussy. She was already moist, parting her legs to let him probe her lips. He slid one finger in, then two, curling them as she clenched around him. The girls giggled at some joke, oblivious at first.

Rachel reached behind, fumbling with Andy's zipper. His cock sprang free, hard and ready. She lifted just enough to push her skirt aside, sinking back onto him. The gasp escaped her lips as he filled her, thick and insistent. The girls' eyes widened, a knowing giggle rippling between them. Andy thrust up subtly, thrilled by the audience, watching the two pretty women as he fucked Rachel right there. She bit her lip hard, stifling cries, her pussy gripping him tighter with every bounce.

"That looks like fun," the nearest girl said across the aisle, her voice low and teasing. Rachel met her gaze, a flush creeping up her neck, but the words only spurred her on. Andy's hand snaked around to her clit, rubbing fast. She came with a muffled whimper, soaking his cock, and he followed, pumping his load deep inside her, a creamy deposit that she'd feel for the rest of the trip.

On the return journey, the coach quieter now as many people dozed off, they had a row to themselves. Rachel couldn't resist. She sank to her knees between the seats, the engine's hum covering her movements. Andy's cock, already growing in anticipation, stiffened in her mouth as she sucked him off. Her lips sealed around the shaft, tongue working the underside, hand stroking what she couldn't take. He groaned softly, fingers in her hair. As he neared, she took him deeper, swallowing his cum when it erupted, thick ropes coating her throat.

Glancing up, she spotted the two girls peeking from their seats, eyes wide. Further down, the Manchester lads from the room next door were watching too, smirks turning to open stares. Rachel held Andy's gaze, pretending it was just them, but the audience made her pulse race. She wiped her mouth, climbing back beside him with a satisfied grin.

Late that night, the pool glowed under the stars, the bar nearby buzzing with late-night drinkers. Rachel tugged Andy's hand. "I fancy a dip." He hesitated. "I don't have a costume."

"Neither do I," she giggled, letting her dress pool at her feet. Naked under the moonlight, her body exposed, firm breasts, toned abs, shaved pussy, if anyone glanced from the bar deck, they'd see everything. The thrill shot straight to her core.

Andy's eyes widened, but he followed suit, stripping quickly and pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together, his cock already half-hard against her belly. They slipped into the pool, the cool water a shock against heated skin. At the edge, away from the main lights but not hidden, Andy lifted her, guiding his dick inside her tight pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, whimpering as he filled her, the water lapping at their joined bodies.

"Fuck, Rachel... you're amazing."

He pressed her against the tiled side, thrusting slow and deep, each slide sending ripples across the surface. Her moans were soft but audible, carried on the breeze toward the bar. Andy lifted her higher, perching her ass on the pool edge. She lay back, legs spread, illuminated just enough by the flaming torches to be dimly visible from the bar. The position exposed her fully, pussy lips parted, clit swollen, as Andy stood in the water and dove in, his tongue lapping at her folds.

Rachel's head fell back, fingers gripping the edge, but then she saw movement in the flickering shadows. Her first instinct was to cover up, arms twitching toward her breasts, but her inner demon won out and she stretched out, arching her back to push her tits up, nipples hard points in the night air.
Emboldened, the two lads stepped forward, the ones from next door who had been observing at her exposure all holiday, their smirking grins a tribute to her wild side.

She locked eyes with them, nodding subtly, encouragement, invitation to watch. “Stroke it she said quietly” Andy thinking the instructions were for him.

The lads froze, then glanced at each other, hands moving to their shorts. They freed their cocks, stroking slowly at first, then faster as Andy's tongue worked her relentlessly. He continued oblivious to the double meaning of her whispered urgings- "Faster, Harder... fuck, just like that. Stroke it for me." “don't stop, I’m close” Rachel's gaze stayed on the boys, watching their fists pump, pre-cum glistening on their tips.

Rachel's climax built, watching the lads' hands blur. "Come on... now," she urged, and they did, all of them. Her pussy spasmed, squirting a little against Andy's mouth as she came hard. Jets of cum arced from the lads, splashing silently on the path in front of them. Andy pulled her back in the water, sliding his cock into her still-pulsing hole, fucking her through the aftershocks until he added his own creampie, warm and deep.

That night, their last in the hotel the two lay together. Rachel had seen the thrill and enjoyment Andy had derived from the lustful gaze her body evoked in men. He’d revelled in her exposing her breasts confidently and was happy with the girls knowing smirks on the bus but how much more was he willing to condone. This week she had expressed far more of her sex and sensuality than he knew. She tentatively opened up about their observers on the balcony and by the pool.
Andy, his penis stiffening as he listened rolled her on her back. Harder, thicker that she had known he penetrated her folds. “Why did you let them waste their sperm on the floor when it could have been on you?” he growled as her thrust deep inside her. “Because I’m yours and yours alone” Rachel breathlessly replied, though in the back of her mind a voice guiltily whispered “are you sure”.

Yes, that’s us and that’s the dress worn at our meal out. R