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Subject: {ASSM} Hawaiian Weekend (MF, exhib)
Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2001 09:10:01 -0500
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Hawaiian Weekend
By Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2001 Jennifer Doalfer
(MF, exhib)


Hawaiian Weekend.

Recently, we decided that the winter had been too
long.  Usually our inclination to go and do
something 'naughty', is directly proportional to the
outdoor temperature.  The winter is just for
survival, the summer is for fun.  We didn't quite
have the time to fly south, so we decided to take a
weekend at one of the big fun-land swimming pool
complexes in Northern Germany.  We could get there
after work on a Friday and be back home Sunday.  My
parents had already volunteered to take the children
for the weekend, so that fitted in fine.

We had been quite open about the fact that we wanted
this to be a sexual weekend.  That usually means
daring dresses, exposure or sex in exciting places
and basically just enjoying ourselves.

The place was a combined hotel and gigantic pool
area.  Our balcony was actually inside the covered
pool area, and apart from it being very noisy during
the daytime, it was almost like being on a tropical
island when sitting on the balcony with a drink.

We had left a bit early so we were already checking
in at the hotel by around 7:00 pm.  I wanted a swim
and to go to one of the sun-beds to get something
resembling the feeling of a tan.  So we quickly
changed into our swim clothes and large robes which
were supplied in our room.  After a very refreshing
swim we went looking for the sun-beds.  We had been
told they were in the recreational area, which was
the area with salt-water pools, Jacuzzis, steam
baths and saunas.  Knowing we were in Germany I
guess we should have known, but it never occurred to
either of us, until we were in that section, that it
was a 'nude only' area.

We looked at each other and decided, what the hell,
dropped our clothes and went in search of the sun-
beds.  Now, I know you guys won't believe it after
the stories I have written, but actually, I was very
much aware of my naked state.  I don't mind topless
beaches, but here we were so close together with a
lot of other people.  At one point we were queuing
to get through a doorway and I actually brushed my
breasts up against the arm of a guy.  He just looked
at me and smiled as if it happened all the time.

The sun-beds were all taken, so we took a numbered
token so we were in line for a sun-bed, and went to
the Jacuzzis . That was probably the most private
place as the bodies were covered by bubbling water.
I was okay once in, but while carefully stepping
over the edge and down the small steps, I was very
aware of the men already in the pool looking up at
me.  I had just shaved my pubic hair, which Poul
likes me to do, and I really felt so exposed.  As I
relaxed in the pool I looked around and noticed that
it was only couples, and that others exposed
themselves similarly getting in and out.  I noticed
Poul looking at the girls, and found myself openly
looking at the guys manoeuvring in and out of the
pool.

We ended up talking to another couple who must have
noticed my discomfort when getting in.  They were a
bit older than us,  German of course, but Poul
speaks fluent German and I get along, so it was not
a problem communicating.

It turned out that they were in line for the sun-
beds as well, with numbers just before us, so we
followed each other to the sun-beds.

I don't think I will ever become a nudist.  I just
can't relax doing it.  Walking around naked and
having everybody more or less staring openly at my
breasts, bum or more or less exposed pussy, just
simply gets me excited.  When we came to the sun-bed
area, I noticed that the people who were vacating
the sun-beds were cleaning them with alcohol and
paper towels, as is normally done.  But you just
can't do that without bending over and again being
very exposed.  I noticed both Poul and the German,
who was called Ernst, staring at the girls wiping
their sun-beds.  Poul saw me looking at him watching
them and shrugged his shoulders, but I could see his
dick starting to move with the sight of a very
shapely upturned rear end right in front of him.

Ernst offered me his place so the girls could go
first while he stayed and talked to Poul.  I don't
think he just wanted to be a gentleman, I think he
wanted me to be before him so he could watch me
bending over to wipe my sun-bed!

I was conscious of this through the whole 20
minutes, and despite me not wanting to in this
situation, when the lid opened I realised I was
highly aroused sexually.  It also confirmed my
suspicions regarding Ernst when I noticed that his
wife Gerda was finished slightly before me, but that
he again, as a gentleman, had offered Poul to go
first and take her bed.

Well, two can play that game, I said to myself, and
noticing nobody else looking closely at me, and Poul
already getting into the other bed, I decided to
make a real show of cleaning the bed.  I bent over
with my legs apart and rather than bending down at
the knees, as some of the other girls had done, I
just pushed my bum in the air and let him stand
there and watch.

I could clearly feel the colder air hit my wet
pussy.  I rubbed hard to get my perspiration
thoroughly off the bed, and in doing so my breasts
were swinging very obviously.  When I was finished I
stood up facing Ernst.

"All right, all done, it is yours now," I said.

"Thanks," he smiled, half embarrassed.

I could also tell that he felt embarrassed by the
obviously growing erection which he had no way of
hiding as he lay down on the sun-bed.  Neither did I
hide the fact that I was staring at it.  As a matter
of fact, it was actually rather impressive.  He saw
me looking, and as he realised how openly I was
staring at him, he just laughed a little
apologetically as the top of the sun-bed closed over
him and almost hit his, by now, rather erect penis.

Gerda was standing a bit behind me, laughing.

"He can't help looking at the girls down here", she
said. "He always gets excited".

We talked a bit until the men emerged again.  Even
though I like watching men as well, it isn't quite
the same to see a male ass with balls and dicks
swinging while cleaning off the sun-bed.  Gerda and
I just laughed at them.

It had got quite late, so we had a quick snack
before making it to our room.  I couldn't wait for
bedtime for the sex I was longing for, so instead we
managed to do it lying on a mattress on the balcony
floor.  That was kind of exciting, but I would have
liked to repeat it when the pool was closed, and we
wouldn't have to hide on the floor.

The next day we spent in the pool, and when the
noise got too much we would repeat the performance
with the sun-beds from the day before.  It wasn't
quite the same though as we were now prepared for it
and there wasn't really anybody watching us.

In the afternoon we observed the staff setting up a
music stand and preparing the area with straw
screens and mats etc.  We asked, and found out there
was to be a Hawaiian costume party in the evening.
We decided to go as we couldn't be bothered to leave
the complex for dinner, and because we welcomed the
thought of a party where we might be able to play
some of our little games.

The shop in the foyer was selling Hawaiian outfits,
big flowery shirts for the men and small ones for
the girls. They also sold grass skirts, grass tops
and floral garlands - if you really wanted to look
like a Hawaiian girl.  Of course, that was exactly
what Poul wanted me to do.  We bought shirts and
shorts for him and a grass skirt and top for me.

After an afternoon nap (really!) we tried out the
clothes.  Poul's were fine, very loose and short
shorts and, on my demand, no underwear.

Mine was a bit more controversial.  Poul, of course,
wanted me to wear it with nothing on underneath as
well, but that would really have been a bit too
much.  The skirt was more or less okay, but not
really.  However, the top was a problem as the grass
separated around my breasts, which stood out very
obviously between the grass strands.  Even Poul
could see that this was a problem, but he was
persistent.  He is also the type who can always
solve any problem, so he went to the store and
bought some sticky tape and used it to stick the
grass together on the inside of the front, so it
couldn't separate.  Now it was actually quite
decent.  We compromised on the panties with me
wearing my very thin gold tanga g-string.  That
meant that my bum cheeks were actually visible if I
danced or moved around, but at least people couldn't
say I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

As an indication of how big the covered pool areas
was, you could use the fact that they could have the
grills inside, and it didn't smell anymore than if
they had been on the outside.  Part of the pool area
was closed off and a lot of small tables had been
put up around the party area.  We saw Ernst and
Gerda at another table.  They waved us over, but
there was no more room at their table, so we settled
on one nearby with a group of youngish Germans.

Most of the people wore the Hawaiian outfits.  Some
girls had just tied the small flowery top in a knot
under the bust, while others had left them hanging
lose.   Some others wore the grass skirt outfit, but
with a bikini bra under the top as they all had the
same trouble with the grass separating.  There were
only a few of the girls with rather flat chests
where I couldn't see what they were wearing
underneath, but I think I was the only one not
actually wearing anything.  I guess, maybe, from the
back you could see that there was no strap from a
top, but the front worked fine, and I actually felt
quite comfortable.

We were with a great group of very well behaved
people.  We drank quite a lot of beer, but getting
though the spare ribs, plus the drinking took some
time, so by the time the music started it was dark
and I was quite drunk, at least enough not to care
that Poul kept grabbing my bum though the grass when
we danced, quite openly displaying my very exposed
rear end.  We had a few dances, and I even danced
with Ernst, who managed to behave himself better
than I had expected, during the slow dance it
happened to be when we got together.  However he did
have his hands on my bare sides (the tape only held
the front together, the grass easily split under my
arms where Ernst had his hands) as I had my arms on
his shoulders, so he couldn't have been in any doubt
that I wasn't wearing anything under the top.  But
he didn't comment and I certainly wasn't going to
start that kind of conversation with him.

Back at the table we were drinking and having fun.
At some point the couple across from us got up to go
dancing.  Poul leant over against me and put a hand
on the inside of my thigh.

"Have you noticed that the tabletops are see-
through?", he asked.

"No," I said slightly puzzled, and looked down to
see what he meant.

"When we sat here first, the light reflected on the
dark plastic surface of the table, but now it is
dark you can actually see through it.  Since they
lit the oil lamps the light shines through the
table, and from where I sit I could see straight up
the dress of the girl across from us.  I am sure the
same is the case with the guy across from you."

I looked down through the surface, and sure enough,
I could clearly see Poul's hand on my leg.  He
separated the grass and moved his hand all the way
up between my legs.  I happily spread my legs so he
could get all the way up.  I was quite prepared for
him to continue playing with me, but unfortunately
the couple returned.  Poul moved his hand away and
sat up normally again.  But being me, I couldn't
resist staying in that position and watching if the
other guy was aware of the transparency of the
tabletop.  I leant up against the Poul and whispered
something in his ear, pretending not to look at the
guy, but none-the-less I managed to notice the way
his eyes stayed on the table after he had put his
beer glass down.

Poul noticed it as well.  He had also noticed that I
hadn't closed my legs when the guy looked.  He also
decided to pretend not to be aware of how visible
his actions were under the table.  He gave me a kiss
on the cheek, while his hand went back between my
legs.  This was getting exciting.  The guy was
staring into his glass, or rather pretending to,
totally ignoring his wife who was speaking to him.
If we hadn't known any better he would just have
appeared a bit drunk, but I knew very well he was
studying what was taking place right under his nose.
Taking a sip of my beer I managed to look down
through the table at the other guy.  I couldn't
believe it, but his dickhead was actually peeping
out through the leg opening of his loose shorts.  He
was stroking it carefully so as not to make his
movements under the table too obvious.  As he could
also see me clearly through the table, I would have
thought he must have known that his actions were
also visible to me.  I couldn't help looking up at
him, and for a brief second our eyes met.  But it
was long enough for me to be certain that he knew I
was watching, and I could see he knew that I was
aware that he could see me too.

Poul separated the grass all the way up to the top
of the skirt, really baring my small tanga bottoms.
I spread my legs a little, catching myself feeling
frustrated that I still had them on. As Poul's hands
reached all the way up to them, I could feel him
pulling the string so that the small piece of golden
material dug itself into my crotch.  The guy's
girlfriend kept talking to him, but he wasn't paying
any attention to her.  He kept pretending to stare
into his beer glass, but I could see his red and
swollen dickhead straining to get completely out of
his shorts.  My frustration was unbearable.

"Poul", I whispered, "let's go some place where I
can get those tanga bottoms off, they are killing
me".

I could see the disappointment in the face of the
German guy as we left.   I looked at him and gave
him a wink, indicating we would be back since we had
also left our beer glasses.

We went around one of the big boulders where I could
slip off the bikini bottoms, which Poul then slipped
into his pocket -  I didn't have had any place to
keep them.  I wanted to get back to our seats, but
Poul wanted to dance.

I was very much aware of my naked pussy.  I knew
nobody could see it was naked, but I was wet, and
the cool air, easily slipping through the grass when
we danced, made it feel like I wasn't wearing
anything at all.

I was having a slow dance with Poul, enjoying the
feeling of his erection against my stomach, when
Ernst and his wife came over.  I reluctantly let go
of Poul, but as I did, his hand, which had been
resting on my breast under the top, gripped the tape
and in an almost unnoticeable movement  pulled it
loose, off the strands of grass.  I was about to
protest when Ernst grabbed my hand and insisted that
we dance.  I gave Poul a filthy look, but he just
laughed and went on to dance with Ernst's wife.

Ernst was an old fashioned dancer.  An arm around my
back and the other stretching my arm into the
classical dance position.  I knew my excited nipples
would stick out through the grass and soon it would
be separating around a pair of very visible breasts.
I looked down and noticed the grass beginning to
split, but by then Ernst had me in a tango position
with a leg between mine, almost splitting my skirt.
I prioritised staying away from his leg, managing to
cover my bum and pussy, and temporarily forgot about
the top being split.  The reprieve was short-lived
though.

"Oh my, what is that sticking out of your top?"
asked Ernst with glee in his eyes.

I looked down. The grass was completely split around
my breast at the side where he was holding my arm
outstretched.  My priorities changed quickly.  I
pulled my arms in and with my elbow I managed to
scrape the grass around the front again covering
most of my breast.  But I couldn't cover the nipple,
which, in its excitement, insisted on poking through
the strands.

"I have looked at a lot of the girls, but I haven't
seen any who had the nerve to wear nothing under
their grass tops," said Ernst as he looked at me in
admiration. "Don't you mind people looking at you
like that?"

What could I say?

"Actually it was held together by some tape I had
stuck on it, but that just fell off a short while
ago," I lied easily.  "But I don't mind so much now
that everybody has had a bit to drink and we are
dancing.  I wouldn't have liked it earlier on at the
beginning of the party."

"I still have the picture of you at the sun-bed in
my mind.  That was such an arousing sight.  I can't
believe I am dancing with you now, with you dressed
like that".

As he kept staring at my exposed nipple, I suddenly
felt myself getting aroused.  I was thinking of what
he might be doing to himself with that picture in
his mind.

"That wouldn't by any chance get you aroused again,
would it Ernst?" I asked provocatively as I pushed
forward my chest, accepting that the grass fell
back, exposing both breasts to his view.

"You are a naughty one, you are," he said.  His hand
moved from my back to my bum pulling me against an
indeed, very aroused dick.

I shivered.  Ernst was probably at least 20 years
older than me, but didn't seem to have any problem
with his erections.  Now as I was pressed up against
him, I felt one hand on my behind and one, which
still held my hand, carefully moving the grass away
from my breast, fully exposing it to his view.  I
didn't try to cover it.  His thumb was playing with
my nipple.

"Why is it I get the feeling you like to be exposed
like that?" he asked, probably not expecting an
answer.

"Why is it you like me exposed like that?" I
replicated.

"Because it gets me really horny seeing you like
that.  That is just so sexy."

"Well, maybe the reason I like to be exposed like
that is because I like the idea that people get
excited from watching me exposed," I said with a
smile.

"Well, I certainly do," Ernst admitted.  His hand on
my bum had carefully separated the grass of my skirt
I and could clearly feel his hand on my naked skin.
We danced closely like this for a while.

"How far do you like this exposing yourself to go,"
he asked, as if it was something he had considered
for a while.

"I guess I can't get any more exposed than what you
saw at the sun-beds the other day," I answered,
thinking back to the situation with a bit of
embarrassment.  It seemed okay when the situation
was kind of anonymous, but now, standing here
talking to Ernst about it, it suddenly seemed very
awkward.

"But that was different.  It was just a natural
thing to do at the sun-beds.  It is just like
watching people nude at the beach.  You can
appreciate the nice bodies, and occasionally you can
get excited if you see a beautiful body, but there
really is nothing sexy about it."

"Then I don't know.  I kind of like to push my
limits to see what I might accept.  I don't know how
far I would go.  Do you mean here on the dance
floor?" I asked incredulously.  I didn't feel like
getting any more exposed here right now.  "I don't
think Poul would like me to do that."

"What does he get out of you exposing yourself like
this?" he asked.  A bit of a personal question, and
I am not sure I knew the answer.

"I don't know.  He seems to get very aroused by the
thought of guys seeing me in a half naked state.
Afterwards sex is very, very hot," I answered
dreamily thinking of the sex I anticipated having
with Poul later, and which I was getting rather
desperate for now.

"I watched you go behind the boulders back there a
while ago.  What did you do back there?" He seemed
to have no problems asking me these kinds of
question.

"You are a bit nosy, aren't you?" I asked jokingly,
but I didn't mind answering.  There was something
arousing about answering his questions truthfully.
It was like a dare, which I almost had to accept.
"As a matter of fact I went back to take off my
panties."

"Why?" he wanted to know.

"Because Poul had found out that the guy sitting
across from us at the table could see through the
tabletop, and was watching when Poul was playing
with me under the table, and Poul wanted the guy to
see my naked pussy."  I looked at Ernst as I said
this to see how he reacted.  He smiled.

"And what did the guy do then?"

"We haven't got that far yet.  We've never made it
back to the table," I said, as I looked back to our
table.  Poul was sitting alone on our side of the
table.  The German guy was now talking to his wife.
I should be getting back there. The song was coming
to an end.

"Sorry, Ernst, I have to get back to Poul, but it
was nice talking to you," I said, as I tried to slip
out of his embrace without exposing too much of
myself to the other dancers.

"Jennifer," he said, as he still held on to my hand,
"would you go as far as letting me watch when Poul
makes love to you?"

I stopped as if frozen to the spot.  First, I
pretended I hadn't heard and put on a questioning
frown.  Then I felt myself go really hot, a
combination between flushing with embarrassment and
great excitement.  Would I do that?   How could it
be done?

"What have you got in mind?"  I guess my own mind
had already half accepted the dare.

"You said you liked to play with your limitations.
Why not see if this is within your comfort zone?
When the time is right, take Poul back behind the
boulders again and make love to him there.  I will
know when you leave, and I'll go and hide behind the
bushes.  You won't see me, but you will know I am
there."  He seemed to have it all worked out.

"And what is in this for you?" I asked.

"Knowing you are willingly letting me watch will be
such a turn-on for me.  You can trust that I will be
so hard from watching you that I will be playing
with myself.  I will time my own ministrations to
coincide with you coming.  Just consider this, when
you come I will be shooting in concert with Poul
shooting into you."  He didn't even seem to be the
slightest embarrassed by talking like this.

I only noticed that he was still waiting for an
answer when the next song started.  I pulled my hand
back.

"I might.  I feel funny about it now, but maybe when
I get really excited I might find it okay." I didn't
know myself, but for now I just wanted to get away.
I turned round and walked briskly over to our table
and sat down next to Poul.

"That was a long dance; you seemed to talk a lot.
What was all that about?"  Poul wanted to know.

"After you moved the tape my breasts kept popping
out.  He kept wanting to know what I felt about
exposing myself like that."  I didn't see a need to
explain the last bit to Poul right now.

"And what did you tell him?"

"That I didn't mind.  It's quite exciting.  But the
best thing is what it does to you when you know
other guys are watching me," I said, as I put a hand
on his lap and felt his hard prick through his thin
shorts.

"Hmm, and we certainly have one very interested
German doing that right now."

I knew.  I had watched his eyes popping out as the
grass in the skirt split apart as I stepped over the
bench to sit down.  I didn't bother about the way
the grass fell back as I sat down.  I suspect he had
a fairly good view far up my legs, but his eyes were
now riveted to my breasts which I really had no way
of preventing peeping out between the grass of the
top.  I was getting very wet and aroused, not least
as the last part of the conversation with Ernst
slowly started to penetrate.

I bent over and whispered in Poul's ear:

"Give him the show then.  I want you really excited
and I want you to take me over there behind the
boulders again and make love to me.  I am getting
very aroused now." I definitely was.  I didn't
really care what the German saw.  I wanted Poul so
excited that he would take me soon, the way Ernst
had wanted.  The thought of Ernst wanking off behind
a bush while watching me getting fucked was almost
too much.  I shivered.

I sat up and had a sip of the beer Poul had placed
in front of me.  I looked at the German, as I felt
Poul's hand on my thigh.  I could feel him
separating the grass all the way up to the top
elastic, baring my pussy and stomach almost all the
way up to my bellybutton.  As he pulled my legs
apart and ran a hand up the inside of my thighs, I
expect I made some unconscious movement, which made
the German realise something was going on under the
table.  He finally let go of watching my breasts,
and I could almost hear, but certainly see the deep
breath he took as he looked through the tabletop.

Half the excitement was knowing he was watching.  I
started looking away as Poul's hand moved further up
the inside of my thighs.  I was trying to look as if
nothing was happening under the table, but as I
surreptitiously looked at the German, I realised I
didn't have to pretend anything or look away.  He
was completely lost, pretending to stare into his
beer, but it was obvious that he wasn't.  As Poul's
hand finally reached all the way up between my legs,
I leant back in the chair wrapping my feet around
the outside of the front legs of the chair, forcing
my legs as far apart as they would go.  I had picked
up my beer glass and as I drank I felt the grass
split apart as my excited tits poked through.  I
pretended to whisper something in Poul's ear
allowing the grass to completely separate.  I saw
the gaze of the German shift to my exposed breasts.
I wondered how many other people were looking at
them, but by now my eyes had locked onto those of
the German's, and I didn't want to look away.  Let
him know I knew he was watching!

"Oh Poul," I whispered out of breath, trying to
control my movements as Poul's fingers found my clit
and started massaging it just the way he knew I
loved it,  "he is staring right at me, he is not
even trying to hide he is staring."

I was somewhere between being embarrassed and
extremely excited by the thought.

"Give him a good show," Poul whispered back.  "I
want him to see you come."

The balance tilted in favour of being extremely
excited.  The embarrassment faded, or perhaps that
was what fuelled the excitement.  I leant back in
the chair again, holding on to the beer mug, feeling
I had to grip hard onto something.

I could see the eyes of the German leaving my face
and moving down over my body.  Holding on to the mug
my arms hid my breasts.  I leant forward, placing
the mug on the table a bit to one side, so it didn't
obscure his view.  As I leant back, instead I
gripped the sides of the chair, pushing my chest
forward.  His eyes were fixed on my breasts now.
 From the angle I was sitting I couldn't really see
through the table myself, but I could tell from his
hand movements that he was playing with himself.  I
felt the first small contraction as I thought about
him sitting there only a few feet away watching me,
knowingly letting him stare at me as Poul slowly
brought me closer and closer to the unavoidable
edge.

I don't know how Poul managed to hide his hand
movement under the table.  Maybe he didn't.  I
didn't care.  Poul was alternating between playing
with my clit, and when he could see I was getting
close he would stop and poke a finger or two inside
me.  I don't know how long this continued; I had
lost track of the time.  I only knew the German was
staring through the table, occasionally looking up
at my face, meeting my gaze - challenging him to not
look away.  Finally it didn't matter if Poul
alternated his hand movements.  Either way was
bringing me closer.  I felt a big rush hitting me
and I had grab the chair hard not to let the
contraction bend me over, which would have been the
natural thing for me in this situation.  As the
German realised I was just about to climax, he kept
looking into my eyes.  As the orgasm finally hit me
full force, I suppressed the need to close my eyes,
but kept them locked on the German.  I could see him
panting heavily, and wondered if he was squirting in
his shorts at the same time.  When the final large
contraction hit me, I couldn't stop shaking in the
seat, but tried to hide it by finally sitting up
straight in the chair.  I grabbed the mug and clung
to the handle as the aftershocks subsided.  I
finally stopped locking eyes with the German and
took a swig from the mug.  Putting it down I could
now see through the tabletop.  The German was
unperturbed, stroking his dickhead protruding from
his shorts which he had pulled up to allow a good
length of his dick to show. I almost had second
orgasm as I realised the surreal situation, with me
sitting here orgasming in front of a total stranger
as he played with himself.  I looked around,
noticing several heads turning away guiltily as if
they had been staring at me.  I didn't mind.  The
excitement of having the others look at me was
nothing compared to having this guy watch me so
closely.  I snuggled up against Poul.

"That was so good, Poul."  I gave him a quick kiss.
"But I need to get away from here now."

With the excitement over, I felt slightly silly at
what I had done.  I got up to leave and Poul was
quick to follow my wish.  Just before I turned I
smiled at the German.  He looked at me, and I
expected him to smile back, but he just stared at
me, as if he had seen a ghost, maybe only now waking
up from the dream.  Poul took my hand and led me
away before I could tell if his look had changed.

I knew exactly what I wanted now, and where I wanted
to get it.  Poul was aiming for the dance floor, but
I had already seen Ernst stand up when we got up.
He was loitering in the background, ready to move up
behind the boulders should we go that way.

"Poul", I said, "dancing is not what is on my mind
right now."

"Ok, we can go back up to the room any time you
want," he replied.  But that wasn't what I wanted
either.

"I don't want to go back up already," I explained.
"But when we went up there behind the boulders to
take off my panties, I thought is was nice and
secluded.  Maybe we can do it up there?"

Poul looked in the direction of the boulders.  Then
he looked around.

"Well, I guess it is fairly secluded as long as
nobody is using the water slide.  Let's go up and
have a look," he suggested.

I didn't need any persuasion.  I saw Ernst heading
the other way around the boulders as we made our way
up a small path.  Soon we were well hidden behind
the boulders.  I could see what Poul had meant about
people on the slide.  The place Poul had led us to
was indeed rather secluded.  I was a kind of a cove
surrounded by the tube of the water slide, which was
open at this point.  Anybody on the slide would have
a perfect view of the little cove, but as it was
closed for the evening there was nobody on it.
There were plenty of places people could hide if
they wanted to watch, and I knew I would never be
able to tell where, or indeed if, Ernst would be
hiding watching us, but I think this was the best
spot for what we wanted to do.

"This is perfect Poul," I said.  I dropped my
sandals and waded across the shallow water to a
large boulder on the opposite side of the water.  It
was about table height, so I could jump up onto it
and sit down swinging my feet over the side watching
Poul untying his shoes and also crossing the water.
When he reached me, I caught him with my feet,
wrapping them around him pulling him against me.

"Yes, this is nice," he said.

I pulled the grass apart looking at my naked pussy.
I was so wet the moisture was already spreading onto
Poul's shorts.

"Poul, I think you have to get rid of those shorts
before they get completely ruined," I said.

I didn't really care about the shorts.  I just
wanted them off him.  As he bent down to remove them
his head was only a foot from my crotch.  I put my
heels on edge of the boulder and grabbed Poul's ears
directing him to my pussy.  I almost came as soon as
his tongue started playing with me.  I leant back on
the boulder, spreading the grass to clear my
breasts.  I was very much aware of the fact that
Ernst was probably somewhere in the bushes jerking
off at the sight.  I really wished he was closer and
that I could see him.  I love watching guys jerking
off, especially if I know they are doing it because
of me.  The thought quickly brought on the first of
my contractions.  I pinched my nipples so they
almost hurt, arching back on the boulder, pushing my
tits in the air for Ernst to watch.

I must have had my eyes closed as I lay down on the
boulder.  I opened them to watch Poul as the climax
approached.  As I opened them I stared right up
through the palm leaves and realised that I could
see straight up to the balconies of the hotel rooms.
I had never thought of looking up, only checking
that people at ground level couldn't easily watch
us.  On the top floor I could see people on a
balcony, apparently having a party, leaning over the
railing with drinks in their hands.  I couldn't tell
if they could see us down here.  There was no light
on in this section of the pool at this time of the
night, and they would have to look through the palm
trees to see us.  But the thought of me lying in
this state only six floors below brought me over the
top.  Even if I thought they were watching me, I
wouldn't have been able to stop the orgasm which hit
me.

"Oh Poul, come, fuck me now," I directed him.  He
quickly stood up and entered me in one quick move,
knowing how I liked him to catch the tail end of my
orgasm and drag it into the next one.  I kept
staring at the people on the balcony not wanting to
tell Poul about them in case it would put him off.
When I thought that two of the guys were staring
through the leaves, I raised myself a little so I
could completely remove the grass top.  If they were
indeed watching, I wanted them to have an
unobstructed view of my breasts as they were
bouncing with each of Poul's thrusts.  After a short
while the guys on the balcony disappeared.  I guess
they hadn't been watching anyway.  I don't think
they would have walked away if they had.

Even though Poul was working hard at it, the next
orgasm didn't appear.  I sat up.

"Poul, can we try to do it standing out in the
water?  I would like to try that," I asked him.

He looked around.   In the water we would be quite
visible, but neither of us could see anybody.  But I
knew Ernst was out there somewhere, and I wanted him
to have a good view.

"Okay, come out here then," Poul said, as he gave me
a hand helping me off the boulder.  I quickly pulled
down the grass skirt, entering the ankle-deep water
totally naked.  God, I wished I could see Ernst and
what he was doing to himself.

When we were in the middle of the little cove, Poul
turned towards me and pulled me against his
throbbing, hard member.  I grabbed it and tried to
put it between my legs.  But that has never worked
for us.  Poul is so much taller than me, that even
if I stand on my toes it is difficult to get the
angle right.  I like him to rub it against me, but I
can't get it in from that position.  Instead, I
turned around and bent over, resting my hands on my
knees.  I like that position very much.  I can feel
the deep penetration, Poul can use his fingers on my
butt which usually drives me wild, and I am so much
aware of my bouncing breasts.

Poul easily entered me and holding on to my hips
started long, heaving thrusts which made my breasts
fly uncontrollably in all directions.  If Ernst was
watching now, he must be getting one hell of a show,
I thought.  I was thinking of him hiding behind a
boulder jerking off, and I was trying to imagine
what the show would look like seen from his angle.
The thought soon got me so excited that the first
contraction started to roll in.  I stood up as much
as I could, changing the angle a little, increasing
the pressure on my G-spot.  Poul's hands moved from
my hips to my breasts and as he started to play with
my nipples.  I could feel the large contractions
starting, indicating a huge orgasm approaching.  I
wondered if the people on the balcony could see into
the middle of the cove, but I couldn't look up from
this position and then the big rush hit me, so I
almost collapsed in the water.  Poul just caught me
before I fell over.  I turned to him.

"Whoaw, that was a big one," I said, still out of
breath.  "But what happened to you," I asked, aware
that he hadn't come.

"I don't know.  I guess I am too conscious of
standing here in rather clear view.  I just
concentrated on giving you a good experience,
knowing that you enjoy it like this."

"Well, I certainly did.  But come along over here
again.   You can't walk around like that," I said,
with reference to his still very erect, and shiny
blue cock.

I pulled him over to the boulder again and indicated
that this time he should sit on it. I got between
his legs, licking my tongue around the big blue head
still tasting of me.  As I slipped it into my mouth
I moved my hands so they didn't shield my breasts,
letting them bounce freely as I bopped up and down,
giving Poul a good view of his dick slipping in and
out of my mouth.  I knew that was a view he found
very exciting.  When we watch porn movies it is
always when the girls go down on the guys that he
gets most excited.  It doesn't do much for me,
except for the satisfaction of knowing you are doing
something, which your partner likes.  But I was
getting excited from the thought of Ernst still out
there, watching a situation, which perhaps he found
as exciting to watch as Poul does.  As I worked hard
on Poul I pushed my bum up, hoping Ernst was in a
position where he could see my wet lips, which I
know protrude very prominently when I have just had
sex.  For a second I was imagining that it was Ernst
I was giving a blowjob to, but then Poul started to
come.  I kept going as long as possible, and just as
I felt the signals which indicated that he was about
to shoot his sperm, I pulled back and finished him
off with my hand.  Not that I mind him coming in my
mouth, but I know he likes the view of his sperm
hitting my body.  I directed the jet towards my face
and breasts, and as he kept coming I was soon
covered in his sperm.  He sat up and kissed me,
getting some of it on his mouth.  I wiped it away
and licked it off my fingers.  I spread the sperm
which had hit me all over my breasts and neck.  I
stood back pulling him off the boulder, rubbing
against him so he was soon as covered in his sperm
as I was.  I licked it off his nipples, sucking them
hard.  Then I pulled him along, out into the water
again.  We lay down, washing off the sweat and
sperm.  I certainly needed the cold water on my
face, which was flushed by the excitement to an
extent I didn't feel I could go back to the party
looking like that.

As we sat in the water, me leaning against Poul
between his legs, I suddenly thought of Ernst again.

"Imagine if anybody had been watching that," I said
dreamily.  "That was some display".

"Yes, I must admit I was quite conscious of doing it
so close to so many people.  It would have been so
easy for anybody to go for a little walk back here
and stumble upon us," Poul said, with some
apprehension in his voice.  I was again aware of the
noises of the party, which indeed didn't seem to be
coming from very far away.

"Well, maybe somebody did and we just don't know," I
said, as if I didn't know any better.

"Yeah, you would have liked that, wouldn't you?"
Poul teased me.

"Yes, it was the thought of that which made it so
good for me," I freely admitted.  Poul already knew
that.

"You are weird," he said laughingly.

"I know, but you like me like that".

He splashed water at me.  I got up and ran to the
boulder where my clothes were.  When Poul came over
I was already dressed, or whatever you could call
it.  When Poul had dried himself a little he put on
his clothes as well and we made it back to the
party.  I couldn't see Ernst or the German guy, and
feeling quite satisfied with what we had achieved
this evening, we decided it was time for bed.  A
couple in the lobby and the receptionist gave me
funny looks.  I was still wet and I had no way of
covering the nipples that still insisting on poking
out through the grass, but I didn't really care.  So
what!  We would be out of here again tomorrow.  Let
them think whatever they liked!

We slept late, made love, had breakfast on our
terrace, made love again (on the terrace), then fell
asleep again only to wake and find out we didn't
even have time to go to the pool any more before we
had to leave the room.

On the way back we openly discussed our feelings
about what we had done.  I know Poul loves the idea
of other guys watching me, but he is not very keen
on making love when others can see us.  He does that
mostly for my sake and because he knows what it does
for me.  I am very grateful for that, and I pretend
that I let him show me off, because I know what it
does for him.  I don't admit how much it does for me
as well.  In that way the favours are more evenly
distributed.  Only I know better!







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