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 ï>¿Red-Faced On The Red-Eye by LasciviaDelicioso

   Red-Faced On The Red-Eye Pt.  02

   Sara's embarrassing, naked vacation continues.

   Sara sighed blissfully, basking in the warmth of the tropical sun
beaming down on her naked body as she lay sprawled on the strangely lumpy
sand and ran her fingers over her bare skin, reveling in her total exposure
on the crowded beach.  It was so crowded, in fact, that she somehow
couldn't quite lay her head down flat, and something was even keeping her
from stretching out her long, slender legs.  But Sara tried to relax as she
heard the chime of a steel drum  -" or a bell?   -" and listened to the
reassuring tones of the captain telling everyone that they would soon be
landing...

   Captain? ...landing?

   Sara suddenly sat up and realized that she still on the plane, very
naked, and completely exposed, having sloughed her blanket off onto the
floor in her sleep  -" and the topical sun warming her body was shining in
from under her still-open window shade, highlighting her bare, pale skin in
the darkened cabin just as brightly as did her reading light.

   Then, all of a sudden, all the cabin lights turned on and dozens of
waking passengers began opening their own window shades, flooding the cabin
with morning light as the naked girl snatched up her blanket and scrambled
to cover her petite, nude body.

   Seats were rustling all around her as passengers stirred and began
moving into the aisles to line up for the restrooms at each end of the
section.  The 21-year-old co-ed had to go as well  -" desperately, in fact
-" but she wasn't about to stand up and wait in line for ten minutes just
wrapped in a blanket, so she crossed her legs tight and waited for the
queue to thin out.  As the passengers shuffled past her, Sara noticed that
several of them were giving her some very odd looks, as if many more people
than she had realized may have woken up to see her during her naked
strolls, and then drifted off again assuming it was a dream  -" only now to
have the sight of this skittish, red-faced girl hiding under a blanket make
them suddenly question their doubts.

   Between the passing passengers, Sara could also see the pill-addled
auto-parts heiress across the aisle glaring at her with deep suspicion, no
doubt trying to recall what she saw last night when she woke up to Sara's
moans and watched her writhe and twist in orgasmic ecstasy under the bright
spotlight of her reading lamp.  The nude girl blushed a few shades redder
as she tried to act as natural as she could curled up in an airplane seat
naked under a blanket.

   When the line to the bathroom finally dwindled, Sara jumped up in her
blanket and hurried up the aisle to the door.  It was still occupied, so
all she could do was wait there, wrapped in a blanket, at the front of the
coach cabin.  Reluctantly, she looked back at the rows of seats behind her,
facing all the passengers she had so recently crept past completely nude as
they slept.  Most of their faces had been burned into her memory as she had
frantically scanned them last night to make sure they were asleep as she
made her naked stroll down the aisle.  But now they were all wide awake,
and most were staring right at her, no doubt a bit curious about this
blushing, barefoot girl standing in the aisle pulling a blanket around her
shoulders.  She started to wonder again how many of them may have actually
seen her last night.

   Then Sara spotted the bald man several rows back who she knew had woken
up and gotten an eyeful of her last night before she'd been able to duck
out of his view.  He was staring at her with a lecherous grin and pointing
her out to his seatmate, who responded first with a look of initial
disbelief, but was soon leering at her as well and pointing her out to his
buddies in the row in front of him.

   Mortified, Sara turned away and moved further into the catering area  -"
the place where Anna had first kissed her and teased her naked body to
convince her to do such shameless and submissive things.  Part of her hoped
to see Anna in the back of the crew space, remembering how comforting the
woman's presence was when she felt so frightened and embarrassed last
night. But then another part of her felt a strange relief to see that the
area was empty, recalling how Anna had so clearly delighted in Sara's
nervous blushing and in pushing her into situations that threatened such
total, naked humiliation.  Then Sara started to genuinely worry about what
the demanding, dominating flight attendant might do if she found her "naked
toy" hiding in her territory, daring to cover her nudity with a blanket.

   When the restroom finally became available, the increasingly nervous
girl scampered inside and shut the door, unsure if she was hiding from the
other passengers, or from Anna.

   Once she was safe in the loo, Sara looked at herself in the mirror and
barely recognized the girl who stared back.  Removing her blanket, she saw
the normally pale skin of her 5-foot-2, 109-lbs frame blazing red with the
shame of being pointed out by the leering men.  And yet, she also noticed
her nipples pointing erect and beadlike from her b-cup breasts, betraying
an arousal she could no longer deny.  The loose curls of her
shoulder-length brown hair were tousled and tangled, making her feel like
some trashy slut kicked out after a one-night stand to take a well-deserved
walk of shame home.  She could still see on her face traces of Anna's pink
lipstick from her first lesbian kiss, and still feel between her thighs the
sticky residue of the repeated climaxes that were both the most
extraordinary and humiliating of her life.

   After relieving herself, Sara did her best to clean herself up and make
herself slightly more presentable before she ventured back out into the
cabin in an attempt to reclaim some small bit of dignity.  But that small
effort was immediately undercut when she stepped out only to be confronted
by the bald man who had seen her last night, flanked by his thick-necked
seatmate.

   "Hey, we got a little wager going," he said with a laddish grin.  "I'm
betting that you're stark naked under that blanket, but my friend here says
I'm stark-raving mad."

   "So, which is it?" said his friend with a crooked toothed smile,
standing back as if he actually expected her to throw open her blanket and
give them a good look.

   "You're both mad," said Sara, pulling her blanket tighter around her
shoulders and pushing past them, humiliated nearly to the point of tears.

   "I told you, if she won't show us, that means she's gotta be naked.  You
owe me a quid." the bald man whispered to his friend, far too loudly,
prompting dozens of passengers to look up at Sara wide-eyed as she made her
way down to her row.

   Once back to her seat and cowering under her blanket, Sara looked up to
see the two lads heading to theirs further back.

   "I knew I saw you running around starkers last night," he said with a
wink as they passed  -" again far too loud.

   Sara did her best to shrink into her seat and disappear, avoiding at all
cost looking over at the auto-parts heiress, who was muttering about her
from across the aisle.

   Not long after that ordeal, the captain announced that everyone should
prepare for landing.  When she heard the phrase "fasten your seatbelts,"
Sara felt a hot blush rising as she recalled that moment eons ago when Anna
had had first made her reveal her naked body to show her seatbelt before
takeoff  -" the first of so many times the beautiful flight attendant had
made her expose herself so completely.

   Sara caught herself staring eagerly at the curtain in the front of the
coach cabin, waiting to see if Anna would come to make her display her nude
body again in a replay of that first electrifying, erotically charged
moment between them.  As if on cue, Anna emerged from behind the forward
curtain flashing her gleaming supermodel smile and began making her way
slowly down the aisle checking passengers' seatbelts.

   As the tall, curvy flight attendant drew nearer, she casually glanced
over and winked at the sexy young girl she had so thoroughly seduced,
teased and toyed with just a few hours ago before leaving her naked and
exhausted under a blanket.  Sara felt an unexpected bolt of lightning
between her legs when she met Anna's piercing green eyes for the first time
since the night before when the stunning woman had stripped her so naked,
physically and emotionally, made her do so many shamefully shameless
things, and then rocked her with the most body-quaking climaxes of her
life.

   "I'm afraid I must ask you to remove your blanket so I can see that
you're properly buckled in," said Anna with her knowing smirk when she
finally reached Sara's row.

   "Yes ma'am, of course," said Sara with a flirtatious tone, as she
obediently began pulling her blanket aside.

   But just then she noticed the drowsy heiress across the aisle from her
craning her neck around Anna's hips to see what she was doing.  Sara froze,
prompting a raised eyebrow from Anna.  A quick nod indicated her concern,
but Anna just rolled her eyes and leaned in closer, tossing her wavy blonde
hair to one side and slightly obscuring the other woman's view.

   "Don't get shy on me now, sweetie," she said with that husky whisper
that had compelled Sara to do such naked, brazen things for her all night
long.

   Still painfully aware of the heiress's gaze, but nonetheless transfixed
by Anna's commanding eyes, Sara threw off her blanket and unveiled herself
fully to her demanding seductress.  She arched her back to thrust out her
firm, apple breasts and even slid the buckle higher up over her taut
stomach to reveal the light-brown muff between her legs, which she inched
open in a wanton display that took even Anna by surprise.

   "Very good," Anna said with a wink and lingering look before she turned
around to the woman across the aisle.

   "Did you see that girl?" hissed the heiress to Anna as Sara scrambled to
cover herself again.  "She's naked  -" I saw her last night too."

   "You're seeing things again Mildred," said Anna dismissively with a wink
over her shoulder at Sara.  "You should stop taking so many pills."

   Shortly after Anna finished her check, the plane came in for a landing
and taxied to a stop.  When the seatbelt light finally turned off,
passengers began getting up and pulling their bags out of the overhead
bins. Sara blushed acutely when she saw the passengers directly in front
and behind her  -" knowing they had been most near and yet most oblivious
when she was performing her most shameless act as Anna's naked toy last
night: touching herself as she writhed naked under the spotlight of her
seat's reading lamp.

   As the aisle filled with passengers waiting to exit, Sara noticed more
and more of them glancing at her and whispering among themselves.  She
heard Mildred the heiress muttering to people that she was naked under her
blanket, and saw that bald man and his friends pointing her out to other
men who all craned and leaned to try and get a better look at her over the
seats as Sara sank lower, pulling her blanket up to her chin.

   When the line finally began moving, it seemed like every passenger who
shuffled past her did their best to get a look to confirm the whispered
rumors she couldn't help but overhear  -" that she had been naked under her
blanket for the entire flight...  that she had traipsed up and down the
plane all night completely nude...  that she had brazenly played with
herself in her seat, naked under a spotlight like she was begging to be
seen...  Whether the look on their faces was an eager leer or a judgmental
scowl, Sara did her best not to glance up at any of them as they slowly
moved past  -" she but couldn't help but blush deep red as she listened to
their laddish snickers or disapproving grumbles, and felt their eyes burn
into her.

   Eventually, all the passengers had exited the coach section, leaving
Sara alone in the cabin and still huddled naked under her blanket, not
knowing what to do next.  She had really expected Anna to have given back
her sundress by now.  After all, she had promised to make sure Sara had
something to wear to get off the plane  -" if she was a good girl...

   Hadn't...  hadn't she been a good girl?

   At last, Sara heard some movement in the back of the plane and she
peered over her seatback, heaving a sigh of relief when she saw that it was
Anna, making her way slowly up the aisle collecting the blankets from the
empty seats.  Sara wanted to rush up to her and immediately ask for the
dress, but she understood by now that Anna just enjoyed making her stew,
and knew it was best just to go along her games.

   "Well hello, fancy meeting you here," said Anna when she finally made it
to Sara's row.  "Did you enjoy your flight?"

   "Oh yes, tremendously," Sara said, returning Anna's posh tone.

   "We do try and take our passengers to new heights."

   "Yes.  Well, you certainly did that.  But, um...  I was just
wondering..." said Sara, biting her lip.  "When do I get my dress back?"

   "YOUR dress?!?" said Anna with apparently genuine offence.  "That was a
gift, remember?"

   "Right, sorry!  Um, may I 'borrow' your sundress, please...  so I can
get off the plane?"

   "That's better," said Anna smugly.  "Well, I'll tell you what  -" I'll
trade it for your blanket," she said holding out her hand.

   Sara rolled her eyes at Anna's constant games and casually handed over
her last meager covering to the flight attendant, leaving herself once
again completely naked, however briefly, in her seat.  But then, much to
Sara's surprise, Anna just continued up the aisle, adding blankets to the
jumble in her arms.

   "Anna!" hissed Sara, suddenly feeling so much more naked now than she
had just moments ago when she handed over her blanket.  "The dress?!?"

   "Well I didn't bring it with me!" said Anna with feigned exasperation,
and with no further explanation, she grabbed the last few blankets towards
the front of the section and disappeared beyond the curtain.

   Sara waited for what felt like an eternity for Anna to bring the dress,
huddled naked in her seat, knees pulled up to her chest, praying that
nobody else would come back there before her beautiful tormentor returned.
Then the intercom speakers broke the silence with a crackle.

   "Attention all remaining passengers..." It was Anna's voice, of course.
"The cleaning crew will be boarding the aircraft in a few moments.  All
remaining passengers are urged to collect their belongings and immediately
exit the aircraft.  Thank you."

   Sara was petrified.  What was she supposed to do now?  Where was the
dress she was promised?  Was Anna really just going to leave her there
naked?  Was she going to have to make a nude dash past the cleaning crew
get to the exit?  And what then?!?  As she imagined a crew of strangers
barging in as she sat there naked and helpless, Sara wished she had just
kept her blanket instead.  Not knowing what else to do, she pressed her
call button.

   After an excruciating minute, Anna's head popped around the curtain with
bright and taunting smile.

   "Yes?  You called?"

   "Where the hell is my -" your dress?!?" Sara hissed, hiding behind the
seat in front of her, now somehow embarrassed even to be seen by the woman
who had toyed with her naked body for so many hours just the night before.

   "Hmm..." said Anna putting a pensive finger to her chin.  "I think I
must have left it somewhere in Business Class, if memory serves.  But you'd
better hurry and go get it before the cleaning staff throws it in the
garbage."

   And with that, she was gone.

   As Sara got up and apprehensively made her way naked up the aisle of the
coach section towards Business Class, she could feel herself burning red
from head to toe  -" but she was unsure at this point whether it was purely
from embarrassment or also from anger at Anna for spinning out her
exhibitionist games so long as the stakes grew ever higher.

   The nude girl tip-toed through the catering area and peeked around the
curtain into Business Class to confirm it was empty before nervously
venturing onward.  Creeping naked through the brightly lit section made
Sara's heart pound, fearing that at any moment some stranger from the
cleaning crew would throw open the curtain ahead of her.  She peered into,
between and even under the seats of each row she passed, knowing that it
was not beyond Anna to hide the promised dress someplace Sara might miss.
Feeling the heat of her intensifying blush, the nervous girl began to
realize it was less from the anticipated embarrassment of getting caught,
and much more from her sense of actual shame at having allowed herself to
be manipulated into such a humiliating predicament.

   Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, Sara saw the forward curtain open
and she immediately dove out of the aisle into a roomy Business Class seat.
She got down on the floor and cowered, knees up, ankles crossed,
frantically wondering if it might even be possible to crawl underneath a
seat to hide.  Then as the helpless, naked girl held her breath and wished
she could just disappear, she saw Beverly, the other flight attendant,
emerge into view as she made her way down the aisle replacing SkyMall
catalogues.

   When the middle-aged flight attendant saw Sara huddled naked on the
floor, she just shook her head with a matronly chuckle.

   "I think you'll find what you're looking for in seat 9A," Beverly said
casually.  "Anna must really like you, you know  -" at least she's not
making you run naked across the tarmac like she did with that poor girl
last summer," she added, sending a bolt of fear through Sara's nude body.

   The naked girl dashed up the aisle after Beverly passed and found her
flipflops laying the seat and the pink dress tucked into the seat pocket.
She quickly shuffled on her flipflops  -" momentarily noting that this was
the most clothing she'd had on in the past 12 hours  -" and then she
grabbed for her sundress.

   When Sara picked it up, for a moment she wasn't even sure it was the
same dress.  The long, pink sundress that once came down nearly to her
ankles had literally been cut in half.  Sara couldn't imagine how this
skimpy remnant was even supposed to come down far enough to cover her bum.
But she began to get a clue when she examined the spaghetti straps that she
had always tied in long, loose bows over each shoulder so that the front
came up to just a few inches below her neck and the scooped back came down
a bit below her shoulder blades.  Now the straps were extended longer than
she had ever seen before, and tied in tight knots with any remainder
snipped off.  With no other option, Sara stepped into the truncated dress
and slipped the long straps over her shoulders.  Then she blushed even more
than when she was naked.

   The front of the dress now hung so low that it barely came up high
enough to cover her nipples, and the scooped back drooped all the way down
to the cleft of her butt.  Pulling it one way or another offered no modest
solution  -" either her nipples were securely covered and she was showing
off the crack of her ass, or she could hide the "coin slot" in back and her
nipples would peek out in the front.  Gathering up the straps to raise both
sides to reasonably modest levels was also not an option, because the
bottom of the dress already only came down far enough to just barely cover
her butt cheeks  -" or at least she hoped it did...

   The thought of exiting the plane in this "dress" felt almost as
humiliating as her naked dash through Business Class.  But at least she
could get some decent clothes from her carryon bag when she picked it up at
the exit.

   After a deep breath, Sara stepped past the curtain into the First Class
section  -" feeling more than ever like a stripper taking the stage  -" and
she suddenly faced a man from the cleaning crew making his way down the
aisle filling a trash bag.  Sara blushed deep red when she saw the look on
his face as the man tried and failed not to stare, but she did her best to
maintain her composure as she forced herself to walk towards him.  When she
had to squeeze past him in the aisle, she demurely turned away from him as
he stood back against the seats, but as she slid past, Sara felt the bottom
of her dress ride up and her bare ass rub against the stiff bulge in the
front of his pants.  Mortified beyond words, Sara just wanted to crawl into
the bag with the other garbage and disappear.

   But when she finally got to the exit and saw another man by the door in
an airline uniform, she approached him like a savior from her abject
humiliation.

   "C-can I please have my bag now?" she said, barely able to form the
words.  "You should have it.  I had to check it right before takeoff."

   "Of course, um...  ma'am," he said, clearly almost as flustered as her.
"Can I please see your claim tag?"

   Sara froze.  Oh god, where was it?  Where could she have possibly kept
it?  Would she really not be able to get her bag without it?  That bag had
all her clothes, her money, her passport...  What on earth was she going to
do?

   Just as Sara was about to crumple into a ball sobbing, she heard a
familiar voice in her ear.

   "Forget something?" whispered Anna from behind her.

   Then Sara nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt Anna slide the tag
stub between her butt cheeks before vanishing into the forward crew area.

   "Oooh!  Oh god, um, y-yes.  Yes, here it is," stammered Sara as she
retrieved the claim tag and handed it over.

   There was no jetway, just stairs leading down to the tarmac, and the man
leaned out the door to scan the ground before turning back to Sara with a
shrug.

   "I'm sorry ma'am, it looks like they've already taken the remaining bags
to the baggage claim area," he said.  "But you should be able to collect it
there."

   Sara tugged nervously at the bottom of her dress, only to stretch the
straps and flash her nipples at the man, who politely spun around and again
peered down at the tarmac.

   "And it appears the, um, passenger shuttle buses have already left,
ma'am.  I'm afraid you'll have to walk to the terminal."

   Sara cursed herself for waiting so long in her seat as she made her way
down the stairs and set out on the fifty-yard walk to the terminal
building. The wind whipped at her tiny dress so badly she could barely keep
it on, and she heard several ground crewmen whistle and catcall, some
clearly diverting their vehicles in her direction to get a better look.

   As furious as she was at Anna for what she'd done to her dress, Sara
tried to imagine making this dash totally naked, as one of Anna's other
victims apparently had to, and she suddenly felt faintly grateful even for
this miniscule scrap of pink fabric that kept flipping up to flash her bare
butt to the world.

   Inside the terminal, all eyes were on the scantily clad girl blushing as
pink as her dress as she hurried towards the baggage claim area.  Sara's
hands made a futile rotation of attempts at modesty  -" tugging her dress,
hiding her nipples, and covering her bum as she noticed different people
ogling her various parts from all angles.

   The experience of having so many eyes on her  -" leering at her, judging
her  -" even semi-dressed, such as she was, felt so much more embarrassing
to Sara than when she was actually naked on the plane, and only fearing
that people would see her.  That had seemed so erotic and exciting  -" but
this?  This was just humiliating.

   And yet...

   Sara felt her heart racing, and the heat of her blush was making her
sweat in the humid island air.  When she covered her nipples, she felt that
they were erect and very sensitive to her touch.  Then she caught a glimpse
of herself as she passed a mirrored pillar  -" her long legs bare all the
way up to her bum, her back exposed down to the cleft of her butt, the
sides of her pert breasts peeking out from her tiny dress that served more
to call attention to her bare skin than to cover it  -" and above all, the
crowds of people surrounding her and staring at her.

   A thrill shot through her body, and Sara felt herself getting moist.

   When she got to baggage claim, the luggage carousel for her flight was
virtually empty.  This was a bit of a relief, because it meant most of the
passengers had already grabbed their bags and left.  She wasn't sure she
could face that judgmental old dowager dressed just like the shameless
harlot she had presumed Sara to be.  But Sara's relief slowly melted into
anxiety as she waited, braving the ogles and sneers of everyone around her,
as the carousel made one, then two, then three full circuits, and she still
didn't see her bag.

   After waiting for an eternity as the conveyor snaked by empty, Sara felt
her panic rising and she went to the baggage claim office.  The small
office was crammed with bags, none of which Sara recognized as hers, and
the desk was staffed by a gray-haired little man who looked like he had
just won the lottery when he saw the slim, barely dressed young girl enter
his domain.

   "Oh, well hello miss!" he said, looking Sara up and down with the same
"ice cream sundae" look she'd gotten from Anna.  "What can I do for you?"

   "I -" I can't find my bag," she said, tugging her dress and then
immediately having to hide her nipples.  "I really need it, but it's not
out there."

   "Oh, that's very strange," said the old man, momentarily taking his eyes
away from Sara's long legs to examine the red tag she handed him.  "Hmm,
this bag came through maybe an hour ago," he said, checking a clipboard,
"but it had a note, said it was late  -" that the owner came in on an
earlier flight and we should just send it straight to the front desk at the
Coral Cay."

   "Anna!" said Sara, flushing as much from anger as embarrassment.

   "Hmm?  Oh wait, there was one more thing," he said, fiddling for a key
on a jumbled ring.

   He leaned down to unlock the bottom drawer of his desk and took the
opportunity to steal a glance up Sara's ridiculously short dress, making
her stamp her foot at him.

   "Hey!  Watch it!"

   "Oh, I was, believe me!" he chuckled, letting out a low whistle as he
fished something out of the drawer.  "This came with the note." He dropped
a manila envelope on the desk.  "Said it was valuables.  Somebody would be
coming by the airport with that claim stub to pick it up."

   When Sara snatched up the envelope and tore it open, out plopped her
passport and an indecipherable amount of local currency.  She grabbed the
passport and shuffled through the multicolored bills.

   "How much is this?" she asked.

   "Hmm," the old man shrugged, "Probably enough to get you the Coral Cay."

   Sara stomped off in a huff toward immigration feeling furious with Anna.
As amazing as last night had been, this was just too much.  Cutting her
sundress?  Stealing her luggage?  Stranding her at the airport in nothing
but this humiliating parody of a dress?

   She got through immigration and customs with refreshingly few problems 
-" having literally nothing to declare  -" but her embarrassment spiked
when she had to leave the terminal and hail a cab.

   The line of cabbies out front all started calling to her the moment she
stepped out into the bright, tropical sun.  Several approached her and
eagerly motioned for her to get into their cars, some with lustful looks in
their eye that made Sara recoil in genuine fear.

   "Come girl," called out a female taxi driver a bit further down the
street.  "I know where you want to go."

   Sara dashed over to her car, thankful to at least find a driver who
wouldn't spend the whole ride leering at her in the rear-view mirror  -" or
worse.

   "Oh, thank god you were here," Sara said, jumping in the back seat. 
"Coral Cay, please."

   "Coral Cay?  You're kidding me, eh?  Not Hotel Paraíso?  La Cascada? 
Damn, girl, who did you piss off to get sent there?" chuckled the driver as
she pulled away.

   "No-nobody," stammered Sara.  "What are you talking about?"

   "Most of you girls come here to work Paraíso  -" or at least La
Cascada. But the Coral Cay bar is shit.  You'll get no decent business
there."

   "What?!?" shouted Sara, equally appalled and humiliated.  "Y-you think
I'm a prostitute?"

   "A girl come off the plane like that  -" by herself, no luggage, in that
dress?" said the driver with a derisive snort.  "But no judgements!  I got
a cousin who works the resorts like you  -" we all do what we gotta do."

   "But I...  I'm not a prostitute!" insisted Sara feebly, suddenly
realizing that she could provide no compelling evidence to the contrary.

   "Well, not a very good one, obviously," said the driver with a shrug. 
"Coral Cay it is."

   Sara just stewed silently for the rest of the ride, half wanting to
argue that she wasn't a prostitute, and half that could be a damn good
prostitute if she wanted to.  But as she tugged at the bottom of her dress
in a futile attempt to separate her bare ass cheeks from the hot vinyl
seat, she couldn't deny that she was certainly dressed for the part of a
low-rent whore.

   When they finally arrived at the pastel-colored, colonial-style entrance
of the Coral Cay resort, Sara shoved the jumble of bills at the driver and
hopped out.

   "What's this?  Most working girls know to give a decent tip, fucking
puta!" the driver shouted as he roared off.

   Humiliated now on several levels, Sara could only tug haplessly at the
bottom of her dress and head for the front desk, where she could hopefully
retrieve her bag  -" and some proper clothes.  There was an elderly couple
in the middle of checking in so Sara stood behind them as demurely as
possible to wait her turn, but the receptionist called her out with a
wagging finger the moment she saw her.

   "No, no, no!  You girls are not allowed in the lobby!" declared the
heavyset woman at the reception desk.  "The bar is around the back and up
the stairs."

   "No," said Sara, this time more humiliated than offended.  "I'm not...
that..."

   At this point the sweet-looking elderly couple turned around and scowled
in shock at Sara's outfit, backing away like she was diseased.

   "Don't you worry, I'll get rid of this trash," said the receptionist to
the old couple, handing them their keys before turning her attention back
to Sara.  "You want I should call the police?" she said, holding up the
phone receiver.

   "No, no, you don't understand," pleaded Sara, tugging at the bottom of
her dress, only to flash her nipples at the woman.  "I'm not a...  I -" I'm
a guest...  Honestly!  I have a reservation, I swear!"

   "Oh really?" sneered the receptionist incredulously.  "And what's the
name?  Let me guess  -" first name 'John' eh?"

   "No!" said Sara, blushing deep red and nearly weeping with shame as she
realized she was going to have to attach her name to this entire,
humiliating display.  "My name is Sara...  Sara Flynn," she said, trying to
calm her breath and muster some shred of dignity.  "I have a reservation."

   The receptionist checked the book, and looked back at Sara suspiciously.
"You have ID?"

   Sara offered her passport, which at the moment was her only possession
other than her flipflops and "prostitute" dress.  Then she remembered her
carryon.

   "Oh, and I should have a bag here, brought from the airport maybe a half
hour ago."

   After many skeptical and disapproving looks, the receptionist almost
reluctantly handed Sara a key and the carryon.  Almost giddy with relief,
Sara dashed down the palm-lined path to the beachside bungalow she had
rented with Rosie, anxious to finally get started on a relatively normal
vacation.

   Sara entered their room to find Rosie dancing silently to her earbuds 
-" she was completely nude, the most intimate parts of her dark-tanned body
defined by olive tan lines.  Rosie was taller, and definitely curvier than
Sara but still with a trim, athletic build, and her wavy black hair came
down well past her shoulder blades.  Though they had always felt a deep
connection, Sara had certainly never had any sort of sexual thoughts about
Rosie, but the sight of her shapely friend dancing naked, so soon after her
intense experience with Anna, inevitably stirred...  something...

   Rosie was startled when she finally noticed someone was in the room,
snatching out her earbuds and reflexively covering herself, but when she
saw it was Sara, she smiled her big toothy grin and opened her arms for a
hug.  As they came towards each other, Rosie's eyes widened as she took in
her friend's micro-mini dress.

   "Damn girl, I guess you're taking this whole exhibitionist thing waaay
seriously.  Did you really wear that thing on the plane?"

   "Not...  exactly," said Sara, wondering how she could even communicate
everything that had happened.  "It...  it's a long story."

   "Whatever, but you'd better get outta that slut dress right now, bitch!"
Rosie said with a wink, flipping the straps off Sara's shoulders. 
"Remember the deal  -" we gotta at least go naked in the room."

   Sara rolled her eyes and let her "slut dress" drop to the floor, then
tossed it on the bed with her bag.  For some reason, the feeling of being
naked in the hotel room with Rosie  -" who had certainly seen her nude
before  -" now made Sara feel a bit flushed.

   "Well, you've obviously already gotten into the spirit," said Sara with
an awkward giggle and a nod to her friend's bare d-cup breasts.

   "Jeez, I've been here for hours waiting for you!  I was starting to go
stir crazy," Rosie said, swiveling her hips in a repeat of the dance she
was doing when Sara came in.  "What took you so long?  Didn't your flight
get in like an hour and a half ago?"

   "Well, that's, um, part of the story," said Sara timidly.  "I -"!  met
this, um..." She stopped and sighed.  "I'll explain later."

   "You'll explain now, bitch!" said Rosie with an excited smile.  "Who did
you meet?  Some sexy Irish hunk who charmed you right out of that nothing
dress?  Oooh, did you have sex in the airplane bathroom?  I've always
wanted to do that!" She grabbed Sara by the hands and tugged her over to
sit on the bed.  "Tell me everything!"

   "No, it wasn't quite like that..." said Sara, slightly distracted by the
realization that the bathroom was practically the only place on the
airplane where Anna didn't have sex with her.  "So, well, okay...  I...  I
met this flight attendant..."

   "Wait, what?" said Rosie incredulously.  "Aren't they all gay?"

   "Well I don't know about that...  but I guess this one was," said Sara,
taking a deep breath before going on.  "Her name was Anna..."

   "Ohhhh," said Rosie, arching her eyebrows.  Without thinking, she drew
back from Sara slightly and started to cover her breasts, but she quickly
caught herself and forced a smile.  "I mean, um...  oh, so...  what was she
like?  I'm guessing...  very persuasive."

   "Well, yeah!" said Sara with a relived chuckle as Rosie took her hand
supportively.

   Sara finally uncorked and recounted to her friend how her initial test
run of taking her dress off under her blanket and stowing it in her carryon
went awry when Anna took her bag, and how Anna had repeatedly stripped her
and taunted her and made her do such daring, shameless, naked things after
the lights went out  -" and finally how the mischievous flight attendant
had taken her blanket and altered her dress and had just orchestrated so
many embarrassing, sexy, exposed situations for her that were at once so
humiliating and yet oh-so arousing.

   Her account was all relatively PG  -" Sara mentioned the tickling and
some of the touching, but didn't quite have the courage to confess the
passionate kisses and body-quaking orgasms she'd had with her lesbian
seductress.  Still, she noticed that Rosie was nonetheless looking rather
flushed as she listened, biting her lip and squirming where she sat as if
rubbing her thighs together.  She kept asking Sara how it all felt  -" to
walk naked up and down the aisle, to touch herself naked under a spotlight,
to be caught by a stranger completely nude in middle of the airplane, to
have all her clothes taken away by someone so determined to make her expose
herself.  And Sara's answers  -" that it all felt sooo embarrassing, but at
the same time so thrilling  -" seemed to spark a light in Rosie's eye that
suggested at the very least fascination, if not outright envy.

   "Damn girl, that's all just so...  wow!" said Rosie, her breathing
slightly heavy.  "I mean, how did she get you to do all that?  I'd be way
too scared."

   "But I was scared, obviously  -" terrified, even.  It's just that she
was so...  um, well, like you said  -" 'persuasive'..." said Sara, not
daring to go into exactly how Anna had persuaded her.

   "Well, this woman sounds amazing," said Rosie.  "And as embarrassing as
it all must have been, it seems like you had a really great time."

   "Yeah, she was amazing," said Sara wistfully, closing her eyes for a
moment and recalling the titanic orgasm Anna had given her before letting
go to sleep.

   "Okay, well you're obviously way ahead of me, so I need to get caught
up. Go take a shower so we can hit the beach and I can start working on my
all-over tan," said Rosie hopping up and grabbing her earbuds.  "They got
all the good stuff in there  -" shampoo, body wash  -" real boutique shit.
Use it all up so they'll give us more when they come in to clean."

   Leaving her bag untouched on the bed with her "slut dress," Sara headed
into the bathroom for a much-needed shower.  After doing her best to wash
away her multitude of sins, she gave her long legs a once-over with the
hotel razor, but then paused for a moment before she put it down.  She ran
her fingers over the tuft of brown hair between her legs and recalled what
Anna had told her  -" and what she had promised Anna.  Without really
knowing why, but feeling a strange compulsion to obey, Sara lathered up and
began pulling the razor across her mound.

   When she was done shaving everything, the effect was amazing  -" the
pulse from the shower head on her exposed mons sent shockwaves through her
body.  The stroke of her fingers between her legs felt like she was
touching herself for the very first time.  When she got out of the shower
and dried off, the warm air on her newly bared pussy made her feel more
naked than she had ever felt before.

   But when she wiped off the mirror and took a look at herself, Sara felt
a different sort of shock, and a slight pang of regret.  The visual effect
of shaving off her pubes was quite striking as well  -" not quite "Lolita,"
but more like "porn star." It was so instantly noticeable, like it would be
a magnet for everyone's eyes, even on a beach full of other naked people.
The thought of going out on a nude beach like this suddenly made her much
more self-conscious than she had expected to feel after all her naked
antics on the plane.  She blushed when she wondered what Rosie would say.

   Most embarrassing of all  -" at least in Sara's own mind  -" was that
she had just created an indelible reminder to herself of Anna's enduring
domination over her.

   When Sara came out of the shower, Rosie had her bikini on and was
slathering on sunscreen.  She spun around and had the same stunned reaction
to Sara's shaven pussy as she did to the micro-dress.

   "Holy shit, girl.  When you say 'naked,' you really mean it," she said
with a nervous chuckle.  "You are waaay more advanced than me.  Please
don't ask me to do that too."

   "No, of course not!" said Sara returning the anxious laugh.  "I just...
I just thought it would be fun," she shrugged, ashamed to admit that it was
Anna's suggestion.  "You know, like you said  -" going really naked,
right?"

   "Yeah, well you have fun with that.  Now get your suit on and let's head
out."

   "But I thought the deal was we'd go naked on the beach."

   "Damn, you really are way ahead of me with all this," said Rosie,
shaking her head.  "Pump the brakes, girl!  Let's at least wear our
swimsuits until I can get a couple of drinks in me at the bar, okay?"

   "Okay, okay!" said Sara, reaching for her carryon.  "I think I could use
a drink, too."

   "And cut me some slack, girl.  I didn't have some pushy flight attendant
stealing my clothes and making me run around the plane buck-naked to get
practice."

   "Anna!" shouted Sara furiously when she opened her bag.

   "Yeah, her.  So, what's -"?"

   "No, Anna actually stole my clothes!" said Sara, dumping her bag out
onto the bed.  "She literally stole ALL my clothes!"

   Sara had just discovered that her carryon bag was stuffed not with all
the clothes she had packed in the expectation that she and Rosie would
flake out on most of their naked plans, but instead now crammed with
crumpled pages of the in-flight magazine.  Amidst the balled-up paper, her
wallet and other sundries, Sara found a neatly folded note:

   "You said had doubts you could follow through on all your big, sexy
plans, so I thought I'd give you a little help.  Don't worry, everything
will be waiting for you in a bag at the gate when you board your return
flight home.  You're welcome!  ;)  -"Anna"

   "Whoa...  that bitch," said Rosie, slowly shaking her head.  "That
bold-ass bitch.  I just can't believe -""

   "Well, she said she's only trying to help," said Sara, surprising even
herself at how ready she was to let Anna off the hook.

   "What are you -"?  Did this woman put a spell on you or something?"

   "I -"I mean...  she's right, you know," Sara said, trying to ignore
Rosie's question for fear it might be true.  "We were already chickening
out before we even left the hotel room for the first time."

   "I just wanted to get a little drunk first," said Rosie a bit
sheepishly.

   "But we can be naked at the beachfront bar," said Sara, suddenly
emboldened by necessity.  "Let's get this vacation started off right  -"
the way we had planned to.  We go out to the beach nude, with just our
towels and beach-bag," she said, grabbing her room key and pulling the
springy band around her wrist.  "Let's do what we came here for."

   "Damn, girl," said Rosie, reaching back to untie her top.  "I guess she
did cast some kind of spell on you.  You were so shy back at the campus
when we were doing those streaking dares."

   "Well that was at my college  -" where I live," Sara said.  "This is a
nude beach on a tropical island that I flew across an ocean to enjoy."

   Then she threw her friend a towel and headed out the door, silently
thanking Anna for forcing her to find the courage to follow through on what
she knew she wouldn't have been brave enough to do by herself.

   As Rosie dashed to catch up on the shaded walkway between the bungalows,
she started to wrap her towel around her chest, but Sara  -" who had hers
over her shoulder  -" playfully yanked it off and ran ahead with it.

   "No cheating!" she said.  "Naked means naked!"

   "Okay, okay, little miss expert exhibitionist!"

   When they emerged naked into the hot tropical sunlight, they both felt a
flustered elation.  Several other guests passed them on the palm-lined path
leading down toward the beach, and every one of them had on bathing suits
or beach robes, making both girls feel acutely naked.  But none of them
seemed especially shocked or offended, with most acknowledging the two
young, nude girls with amused smiles.

   Being so new to it all, Rosie couldn't help but try to cover herself a
bit, and Sara saw her friend getting flushed on the top of her chest just
like she did when they went streaking in Dublin.  But when Sara started
noticing the surprised looks her bare pussy was getting, she was suddenly
blushing as well and doing her best to resist covering up.

   When they finally made it to the beach, the girls felt relieved to see
that they weren't the only ones going fully naked out on the sand.  But
when they turned to head for the bar, they were slightly daunted by the
fact that only a few of the women in the shaded beachfront restaurant were
even topless, making them both feel quite self-conscious as they approached
the bar completely nude.

   "Sooo...  whose bright idea was it that we're going to eat every meal
here totally naked?" asked Rosie, glancing around at the disappointingly
overdressed diners.  "That had to be you, you little freak, right?"

   "Actually, I'm pretty sure that was your suggestion," said Sara.  "I
recall you said something about hoping the waiters were cute."

   "Ooh, speaking of..." said Rosie, quickening her pace toward the bar and
leaving her friend behind.

   Sara was confused for a moment until she looked past Rosie's enviable
bubble butt and noticed what her friend's radar had obviously picked up at
much greater range: the bartender.  He looked to be about their age, maybe
a little older, and his dashing smile flashed bright amid his deep tan. 
His sleeveless tropical shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing an
impressive physique that glistened with a sheen of sweat.  Rosie was
already chatting him up when Sara finally caught up with her at the bar.

   "Well then what's your specialty?" she was asking, already peached on a
barstool and leaning on her arm to raise up her bare breasts.  "I'll have
whatever you recommend."

   "I, um, I make a pretty good banana daquiri," he said with a shy grin
while making a heroic effort not to stare at what Rosie was so clearly
begging him to stare at.

   "Oh, I'd love to try your banana...  daquiri," she said with a wink.

   "Make that two," said Sara as he turned and grabbed for the rum.  "Rosie
you're terrible," she whispered, smacking her friend's bare ass.

   "It's vay-kay, okay?" Rosie said.  "Let's enjoy ourselves!  Hey
sweetness," she called out to the handsome barkeep, "get us a couple of
tequila shots, too."

   The girls drained their shots and their first round of daquiris and
devoured two plates of shrimp fritters as they caught up on each other's
lives since their wild semester together daring each other to dash naked
through the streets of Dublin.  As they were nearing the bottom of their
second round, Rosie brought the discussion back around to more recent
history.

   "So, how can you be so damn chill about this woman stealing all your
clothes?  I'd be so pissed!"

   "Well, she took my dress and gave it back."

   "Yeah, chopped in half!  Why aren't you more upset with her?  I'd be on
the phone getting the bitch fired if she did that to me."

   "Don't be so sure, Rosie," said Sara, still uncertain how much of her
experience with Anna she should divulge.  "I mean, she got me to do the
kinds of things that I had only fantasized about  -" that we had fantasized
about.  Remember back when your told me how much you got off on that
fantasy about getting naked in an empty classroom right before people would
be coming in?  Well, right before this trip I was getting off so hard every
night on fantasies of sneaking around naked on the plane when everybody was
asleep.  But Anna actually made that fantasy come true for me  -" and more.
And it was AMAZING, Rosie!" she said, getting slightly flushed at the
memory.

   "But still, I mean..."

   "I'm just saying, what if I had figured out some way to get you out of
your clothes before the start of that Irish Lit class and made you run
around naked hiding behind seats further and further back as the classroom
filled up?  Would you really be so pissed at me?  Or would you feel, well,
maybe kind of grateful?"

   "Okay, I get your point," said Rosie, tapping her shot glass on the bar
to order another round.  "But you don't have any clothes, girl!  She just
up and stole them.  What are you gonna do?"

   "Well...  how about I do exactly what we both promised ourselves we were
going to do here?" Sara shrugged.  "If we do everything we were planning,
why would I need anything more than that pink dress?"

   "You're talking like that bitch did you a favor," said Rosie as she
threw back her shot.

   "She did you a favor too," Sara said before she downed her own.  "I
mean, if I'd had a bathing suit in my bag, do you really think you'd have
had the guts to be sitting here stark-naked right now, flapping your boobs
at that hottie bartender?"

   "Now you're just being a drunk bitch," hissed Rosie and she pulled Sara
away from the bar.  "Okay, so this Anna lady is our nay-kay vay-kay cruise
director, and now I gotta go as naked as you or I'm some kind of flakey
bitch, is that it?"

   "Your words, not mine," Sara giggled as they wandered out onto the beach
to find a spot to spread out.

   The girls laid back on their towels and felt the tropical sun warm their
naked bodies, letting their rather tipsy minds wander into thoughts that
made them both start getting moist between their legs.  For her part, Sara
was remembering the unreal titillation she endured the night before she was
posed naked and spread-eagled in the doorway at the rear of the airplane,
having to hold her position up on her toes as Anna devilishly teased and
tickled the most sensitive parts of her nude body.

   As her body and mind both heated up, Sara's thoughts then drifted to
more recent events that had at the time left her feeling more angry than
turned on...  Being abandoned naked in the back of the plane and left
frantically searching for her dress before the cleaning crew found her. 
Being forced to walk through the crowded airport in that humiliating dress,
enduring all those leers and judgmental looks.  Suddenly discovering that
Anna had taken all of her clothes from her luggage, basically calling her
bluff on her extravagantly exhibitionist plans.

   But this time, as these recollections steeped in Sara's smoldering
brain, they all now carried a distinct erotic charge for her.  She
remembered the undeniable excitement she felt sneaking naked through the
empty plane, knowing that at any moment someone could step past the curtain
and discover her.  She relived the sexy thrill she felt when she caught
sight of herself in the airport wearing that tiny dress that exposed her
body more than anything she had ever dared wear in public before.  And she
recalled the intense erotic rush she felt when she realized that Anna had
successfully stripped her of all of her other clothes, and that she would
have to go naked, or painfully close to it, for the rest of her trip.

   As her heartbeat quickened and she did her best to resist the urge to
touch herself, Sara began to accept that all that time that seductive,
dominating woman had been toying with her, manipulating her into
increasingly exposed and embarrassing situations, Anna was quite simply
making Sara's deepest and most shameless fantasies come true.

   Sara's horny mind then began to spin new fantasizes on top of the old,
trying to imagine what more Anna might be capable of making her do in her
newly vulnerable state if she were to somehow show up during Sara's
vacation.

   Would Anna really insist that she couldn't wear anything but that
cut-off "slut dress" all week?  Or worse, might she demand even that tiny
scrap of cloth back  -" on the grounds that she had only let Sara "borrow"
it, after all  -" and actually make Sara spend her whole vacation
completely naked?  Maybe Anna would figure out a way to make her go naked
someplace public where everyone else, including Rosie, was fully dressed.
Pondering these teasingly embarrassing scenarios at the mercy of her
seductress made Sara start rubbing her slippery thighs together, and then
slide into more intense and intimidating thoughts about the...  other
things...  that Anna had done with her.

   If she were somehow there now, would Anna insist on making out with her
on the beach in broad daylight, where everyone  -" even Rosie  -" could
see? Would she touch and fondle her "naked toy" with the same casual sense
of ownership she had expressed on the plane?  Would Anna command her to do
things  -" sexual, lesbian things  -" in front of her friend?  Imagining
these frightening possibilities made Sara feel no less aroused, but far
more anxious, and she felt a certain sense of relief knowing that  -"
unlike her wild fantasies-come-true from the plane  -" these humiliating
reveries would safely remain make-believe.

   But little did Sara know that her manipulative lesbian seductress had
taken such a serious interest in making sure that all of her most depraved
and shameful fantasies would indeed come true  -" and more.

   "Well, fancy meeting you here," said a familiar voice.

   Sara looked up to see Anna standing over them in a white bikini and thin
cotton beach robe, holding down her wide sun hat against the breeze.

   "Oh my god...  Anna?" Sara said, unsure whether she was real or a
daquiri-induced hallucination.

   "And you must be Rosie," the woman said to the buxom Latina, giving her
a familiar, ice-cream-sundae look.

   "Wait!  This is that bitch who stole your clothes?" said Rosie squinting
up at Anna.  "You got some nerve showing up like this."

   Rosie instinctively covered her privates with her hands, but Sara
somehow knew better than to try and hide her nakedness from Anna. 
Nonetheless, both girls blushed deeply under her gaze  -" to Anna's quiet
delight.

   "Anna, what are you doing here?" said Sara, vaguely wondering if she had
somehow conjured her temptress with her fantasies.

   "Well, I had a few days off I could swap with Beverly, and I just wanted
to check in with you girls to see if you were really going to live up to
all your...  'naked ambition,' so to speak," she said as she dropped her
beach bag next to them.

   "So why aren't you naked?" asked Rosie, pulling their own beach bag onto
her lap to cover herself.  "This is a nude beach, right?"

   "Actually, it's a 'clothing-optional' beach, sweetie" said Anna,
adjusting her light robe as she sat down next to them.  "And I like to keep
my options open."

   "Well you sure didn't leave Sara any options, did you, bitch?  Stealing
all her clothes like that."

   "That was a little mean," chided Sara with a giggle, but her tone was
more teasing, even flirtatious, than angry.

   "Oh, sweetie, I think we learned last night that you really have the
most fun when your options are limited," Anna said, running a finger up and
down Sara's arm.

   "But what if she really needs something to wear more than that cut-off
slut dress you left her with?" said Rosie, feeling increasingly protective
of her friend with this lesbian cougar clearly stalking her.

   "Look sweetie, there's a shop right there in the lobby," sighed Anna,
rolling her eyes.  "If you really need something to wear before you leave
you can get it there." She reached into her bag and tossed several
multicolored bills on the sand between the two girls.  "My treat."

   "Damn right," said Rosie, scooping the money into their beach bag. 
"We'll get you something cute today," she said to Sara.  "and you can
borrow some of my stuff too."

   "Exactly," said Anna.  "She could always get more clothes if she wanted
-" but that was never really the point, was it?  It's all about giving her
an excuse to overcome her fears and make herself do want she really wants
to do anyway.  It worked on the plane, didn't it, Sara?"

   "Oh, no question," said Sara with a chuckle.  "And it worked here too,
didn't it?" Sara said to Rosie.  "For both of us  -" you did leave your
bikini in the room, after all."

   "So, I'm supposed to thank this woman for stealing your clothes," Rosie
asked Sara, "because it got me naked too?"

   "Oh, no need to thank me," said Anna with a smug grin.  "Getting sexy
young girls to bare all is just a public service I like to do."

   She then started trailing her fingers down Sara's taut stomach very
slowly, going lower and lower, making the girl's breath catch with every
slight tickle.

   "Speaking of baring all," Anna said, "I see you shaved your pussy like I
told you to.  Good girl!" she said, as she finally tickled Sara's bare mons
with her fingertips, making Sara jump.  "See?  So sensitive!" Anna said
with a wink.  "Do you like it?"

   "Oh, yes ma' -" ...ah, um, yes, it feels really sexy," said Sara, barely
catching herself before calling her seductress "ma'am" in front of Rosie.
"Thank you for the suggestion," she added, avoiding her friend's surprised
look.

   "So, you were the one who 'told her' to shave her pussy bare like some
porn star?" said Rosie.  "Are you planning on being her pimp, too?"

   "You know you're messing up your tan," was Anna only reply, nodding at
the bag on Rosie's lap.

   "Shit, you're right," Rosie said, pushing the beach bag off and brushing
the sand from her naked skin.

   "Once again, vanity triumphs over modesty," said Anna, winking at Sara
and prompting a flustered blush from Rosie.

   For a moment, Rosie kept holding her hands over her breasts and pussy,
not wanting to give this snug lesbian the chance to ogle her naked body. 
But then she followed Anna's logic to its conclusion and let out a sigh of
resignation as she reclined back on her elbows with her hands at her sides,
fully exposing her nude body to the sun  -" and to that arrogant woman's
appreciating gaze.

   "Whatever," she muttered, as Anna and Sara shared a giggle at her
expense.

   "And on the topic of tanning, this sunscreen won't work for you here,"
said Anna, examining Sara's bottle of tanning oil and tossing it aside.  "A
pale girl like you will get burnt to a crisp in the tropics if you don't
use something stronger.  But don't worry, sweetie, I have just what you
need," she said, pulling a bottle of lotion from her bag and squirting a
dollop into her hand.  "Turn over like a good girl and I'll do your back."

   Almost without thinking, Sara obeyed, barely realizing that she was
inviting the woman who had seduced her into her first lesbian encounter
just hours ago to slather oil all over her naked body right in front of her
friend.  Anna smoothed the lotion over Sara's back and shoulders but wasted
no time venturing lower, kneading the nude girl's buns and then sliding her
hand down to Sara's thighs to tease the folds between her legs.  Sara
gasped slightly at Anna's intimate touch, and Rosie gawked at the woman's
brazen forwardness.

   "Well, I guess you two must have gotten to know each other pretty well
on that flight," said Rosie, both appalled and strangely fascinated.

   "Oh sweetie, what did you tell her?" Anna said looking down at Sara and
brushing her brown curls from her face.  "Did you squeal on me about making
you squeal?" she asked, as she swirled a fingertip over Sara's clit.

   "No  -" I...  ooh! ...um, no, just the streaking..." said Sara, blushing
deeply as she realized how her easy acquiescence to Anna's touch must look
to her friend.  "Nothing else..."

   "Yeah, she only told me about the naked stuff," said Rosie with feigned
nonchalance as she tried not to watch this older woman masturbate her
friend right next her.  "She did mention you got kinda handsy with her  -"
but that was clearly an understatement."

   "Nothing she didn't enjoy, isn't that right sweetie?' Anna said,
tickling Sara's pussy lips and making the girl squirm and giggle
helplessly.

   "Yes!  I mean...  'no'?" Sara stammered, losing her ability to think
straight.  "I mean  -" I enjoyed it."

   "So, what's your deal?" Rosie said to Anna, doing her best to maintain
her casual front, "You just go jetting around the world finding innocent
girls on airplanes to strip naked and sex up on overnight flights?"

   "Well, no...  sometimes I like to sex them up in broad daylight right in
the middle of a crowded beach," Anna said with a wink, sliding her fingers
into Sara's pussy and pressing on her g-spot.

   "Oh god!" moaned Sara, grabbing fistfuls of towel and reflexively
grinding her hips.  "Ooooh...  I...  mmm..."

   "It's actually a lot of fun," said Anna with her mischievous smirk as
she met Rosie's widening eyes.  "You might want to try it sometime."

   Before the stunned Latina could formulate some snappy comeback, Anna
plunged her expert fingers deep inside Sara and gave the squirming girl a
sudden, body-quaking orgasm  -" and Rosie couldn't hold back an astonished
chuckle at the sight of her friend bucking on her towel like a fish
flopping on a deck.

   "Look, I'm happy for Sara that she's found her magical, flying
dominatrix to give her orgasms in public, but that's really not my thing,
okay?  I like dudes," said Rosie, composing herself and standing up.  "Now,
if you'd like me to leave you two alone for a little bit, I think I need a
drink."

   "Oh, while you're up, could you get me and Sara a couple of frozen
margaritas?" said Anna with a friendly smile.  "You can put all three
drinks on my tab at the bar.  Just point over here and I'll wave  -" the
bartender knows me."

   "I'm not your waitress, bitch!" said Rosie as she stomped off.  "And I
got my own money."

   Anna watched the feisty Latina's well-rounded ass swivel as Rosie headed
to the beachfront bar with an ostentatiously sexy walk, then she almost
reluctantly turned her attention back to Sara, who was still delirious and
humiliated from climaxing in front of her friend.

   "That Rosie is a tough cookie, isn't she?" observed Anna, absently
running her fingertips up and down Sara's oiled back.

   "Oh my god, I -"I can't believe -" How could you do that to me right in
front of her?  It was so embarrassing!" Sara whimpered.  "She didn't know
that we...  I never told her...  about the other stuff."

   "Oh, you mean all that hot lesbian sex we had?" Anna asked quite loudly,
prompting several nearby beachgoers to look their way, and making Sara
burry her red face in her towel.  "Well if you weren't going to tell her,
then it's up to me to show her, right?  Just to let her know what she's
missing," she said, idly squeezing Sara's bare butt, and then reaching down
to flick her clit.

   "No, I -" Ah!   -" I think she's pretty straight  -" like, totally
boy-crazy straight," said Sara, barely noticing in her orgasmic afterglow
how accepting she had become of Anna casually stroking her pussy in public.

   "Well, you were 'straight' too, when you boarded that flight, weren't
you?" asked Anna as she plunged her oiled fingers into her naked toy once
again and started teasing her now hyper-sensitive g-spot.  "But what are
you now, sweetie?"

   "Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!" Sara babbled as her lesbian seductress swiftly
drove ever-so-close to another climax before backing her off from it.  "I
-"I don't know," she said, unconsciously humping Anna's hand, hungry for
more stimulation.

   "Well, you can't really call yourself 'straight' anymore, can you?" said
Anna, stroking Sara's clit so lightly it made the naked girl whimper.

   "N-no ma'am...  I guess...  I guess not," she said slowly, blushing red
as she admitted this to herself for the first time.

   "Well, 'straight,' 'gay,' 'bi,' 'undecided,' whatever  -" there's one
thing we both know you are, right sweetie?" said Anna, giving Sara's bare
bum a firm, possessive squeeze.  "What are you?"

   "I'm...  I'm your...  naked toy?" the horny, nude girl whispered softly
-" almost reluctantly  -" looking up at her seductress with a strange
feeling of profound helplessness.

   "What's that?" Anna said, cupping her ear and smacking Sara on the ass
so hard it made her jump.

   "I'm your naked toy!" answered Sara more loudly, glancing around
awkwardly at the many people nearby who now appeared to be watching their
exchange intently.

   "And what does that mean, my little toy?" asked Anna, as her fingertips
started dancing all over the girl's bare, sensitive skin.

   The light tickling made Sara squirm and whimper as she tried to think of
what to say, but she knew instinctively that she shouldn't resist it  -"
and also that it would surely continue until she gave a satisfactory
answer.

   "Oh, I...  ummhmmhmm...  eep!  It means  -" Ooohoohooh!  It means you
can play with me any way you want!" she said through a whiny giggle,
paddling her pointed feet against the sand but not daring to move her arms.

   "And how do you feel about that, my little naked toy?" Anna asked as her
devilish tickles only intensified and spread further up and down Sara's
nude body.

   "Ooohooh...  I -" um...  aaaaah...Ooh!  I love it!   -" heehee!" she
managed to squeal, finally recalling her lessons from the other night as
Anna's ticking kept intensifying.  "I-yeeeheehee  -" I love it! 
Ooohoookay? I LOVE IT  -" pleeeheeheease!" she squeaked through manic
laughter.

   "Very good!" Anna said triumphantly, finally relenting and patting
Sara's butt as the girl panted with relief.  "Now one more time for me,
sweetie, this time loud and clear," she said as she slid her fingers
between her toy's legs once again.  "What are you, what does it mean, and
how do you feel about it?"

   As Anna's expert fingers quickly brought her painfully horny toy closer
and closer to another powerful climax, Sara suddenly stopped worrying about
the crowds of onlookers on the beach all around her.  She only wanted to
please this beguiling, dominating woman  -" and, of course, to please
herself.  With the pleasure building, Sara suddenly reared back and
straightened her arms, lifting her shoulders and arching her back while at
the same time raising her butt and grinding against Anna's hand to push
herself over the edge.  When her orgasm erupted, Sara threw back her head
and let out a squeal.

   "I'm your naked toy!" she declared in a trilling voice that lilted
unsteadily with the waves of her climax, "And you can play with me any way
you want  -" because I fucking love it!"

   Sara's body remained in this tense arch for several moments as she drank
in every drop of pleasure Anna could milk from her.  But when she finally
opened her eyes, she found herself looking up at her dumbfounded friend
Rosie, who was staring down at her wide-eyed and slack-jawed, her banana
daiquiri slowly tilting until it started spilling into the sand.

   "What.  The.  Fuck?" said Rosie, totally oblivious to the fate of her
drink.

   "Oh my god, please no..." Sara whimpered as she curled into a ball on
her towel on the verge of tears.  "I can't believe this is happening..."

   "Damn, are you okay, Sara?" said Rosie, kneeling beside her.

   "Oh, she's doing great," Anna chuckled.  "When was the last time you had
an orgasm like that?"

   "I do just fine, thank you," Rosie snapped, before finally noticing her
empty glass.  "Shit!  Look at this."

   "I'm so sorry about your drink, Rosie.  Please, let me get you another
one on my tab," offered Anna.  "After all, I can't help but feel partly
responsible," she said coyly, licking the fingers that had just launched
Sara into her ultimately humiliating ecstasy.  "Sweetie, get up, stop
pouting," she said, smacking her whimpering toy's bare butt hard enough to
rouse her from her shame spiral.  "You owe your friend a new banana
daiquiri, and we need a couple of nice frozen margaritas.  Go be a good
girl and fetch them for us  -" just tell Juan they're on me."

   "Y-yes ma'am," said Sara weakly as she rose on wobbly legs and headed
off toward the bar, doing her best to avoid Rosie's eye.

   "She calls you 'Ma'am'?" asked Rosie snidely once her friend was gone.

   "Sara started that, actually," said Anna with a shrug.  "But I don't
discourage it, because I think it makes her feel comfortable."

   "Same with calling herself your 'naked toy'?"

   "Well no, that was my idea...  but I think she enjoys that too," Anna
said with a wink, nodding down at the spot on the towel where Sara had most
recently enjoyed it.

   "So lady, just what are your intentions with my friend?" said Rosie,
reclining on towel.  "I'm not going to let her get hurt."

   "My only intention is to give her the most intense, erotic, thrilling,
exhibitionistic experiences she has ever had," Anna said with a
self-satisfied grin.  "Which is exactly what she came here for, right?"

   "Well, yeah, I guess so...  but did you really have to humiliate her
like that?

   "Oh, but the embarrassment is half the fun!  Doesn't she look just
adorable when she blushes?  And besides, I know that turns her on."

   "And how do you know that?" demanded Rosie skeptically.

   "Honestly, sweetie, if you don't think I can tell when a hot, young,
naked girl is getting turned on, then you haven't been paying attention,"
said Anna as she leaned across Sara's towel at the blushing Latina.

   "Well, I wouldn't know about that," said Rosie, suddenly getting
flustered.

   "Oh?  Well I can tell that you've been getting turned on watching me sex
up your friend into these 'embarrassing' public orgasms," said Anna, with a
nod at Rosie's hardened nipples.

   "What?  No, I just, um..." the buxom co-ed trailed off as she drew back
and put her arm across her chest, blushing deeply.

   "The real question," said Anna, locking onto Rosie with her intense
green eyes, "is whether you're getting turned on by watching your
girlfriend's sexy, naked body writhe in ecstasy at the hands of another
woman  -" or...  it's because you were imagining yourself publicly
climaxing in her place..."

   "No!" said Rosie crossing her legs and avoiding Anna's eye.  "I mean,
not either of those..."

   "But you were definitely thinking about how turned on she was, weren't
you?"

   "I mean, yeah...  I guess," said Rosie, biting her lip with a far-away
look.

   "And wondering how it would feel...  being touched like that, naked, in
front of so many people..."

   After too long a moment to deny, Rosie finally shook her head and
managed to snap herself out of her erotic musings  -" while Anna just sat
back and tried not to laugh.

   "Look bitch, I'm just trying to look after my friend, okay," Rosie said
curtly, moving her hand from her boobs to her upper chest, now somehow more
embarrassed by the hot flush she was showing there.

   "And I'm just trying to give her what she wants," said Anna, "...what
she came her for..." Then the woman reached out and brushed a lock of wavy
black hair from the flustered girl's face, as if daring her to pull away.
"It's what you came here for too, isn't it?"

   "Whoa!  Hold up, lady," said Rosie as she sat up and pulled her knees up
to her chest, suddenly feeling extremely naked in front of this aggressive
lesbian seductress.  "I'm here for all kinds of things  -" just like Sara 
-" and I don't recall seeing you on either of our agendas when we were
planning this trip."

   "Okay, fair enough," said Anna, backing off, pleased to have planted the
seed deep enough to make the "straight" Latina so uncomfortable.  "But
let's leave it up to Sara, shall we?  We'll ask what she thinks when she
gets back, and if she says she hasn't enjoyed what I've been doing with
her...  well then, I'll be on my way and we won't cross paths again."

   "And you bring all of her clothes back here by tomorrow and leave them
for her at the front desk," said Rosie, extending her hand to shake on it.

   "But..." Anna continued, "if she admits she does enjoy it...  Then you
are going to stop badmouthing me just for helping her do what she really
wants.  In fact, you will tell Sara you're actually a bit jealous that she
has no choice but to go naked for so much of this trip, and that you're so
inspired by her example that you pledge to go as naked as her  -" only
wearing clothes when she wears her little pink dress.  Agreed?"

   Rosie rolled her eyes and shook Anna's hand, and was a bit taken aback
by feeling such a firm grip from such a soft hand.  But with a truce
established, she pulled Anna closer and lowered her voice.

   "So...  you really know that cutie bartender?"

   Anna laughed and started dishing what she knew about Juan, but their
conversation was interrupted when Sara returned with their drinks, blushing
anew as she walked naked past the many beachgoers who had just watched her
have a squealing orgasm.

   "There you are!" said Anna brightly, taking her glass.  "Such a good
girl, isn't she, Rosie?"

   "Yeah, 'good girl,' Sara," Rosie said with another roll of her eyes as
she took her glass.

   When they were all sitting together sipping their drinks and Sara was
just starting to put her embarrassing orgasmic episode out of her mind,
Anna reached over to run a finger up her oiled inner thigh, sending a
renewed shiver up her spine.

   "So, sweetie, remember that little talk we had earlier," Anna said, "you
know, about how much you love being my naked toy?"

   "Oh, I think I can recall," Sara said, dropping her head into her palm
and feeling the hot blush on her face.

   "I'm guessing that must have been pretty embarrassing for you...  what
with all of these people, and even your friend Rosie, seeing you say such a
shameless thing out loud  -" all while you were having that toe-curling
orgasm..."

   "Oh, ya think?" said Sara, cringing as she relived the moment in her
mind.

   "Well, I was just wondering," said Anna, as her fingers reached Sara's
pussy and the girl barely flinched, but instead opened her legs slightly
more at the touch, "was it worth it?  That toe-curling climax?"

   Sara let out a faint whimper and winced as if scolding herself, before
unconsciously rocking her hips against Anna's skillful fingers and giving
the only answer her body would allow...

   "Yesssss," she sighed, bowing her head.  "It -"it was...  amazing..."

   Anna glanced up at Rosie in a mood to gloat but saw that the buxom
Latina was just staring entranced at her friend.

   "It was embarrassing...  maybe even humiliating?  But still... 
amazing..." Anna said, teasing Sara's clit ever-so lightly.

   "Yesssss," said Sara with quickening breath.

   Then Anna took her hand away, eliciting another small whimper from her
horny toy.

   "You're getting turned on right now just thinking about it, aren't you?"
she said.  "Thinking about all these people around us staring at you,
knowing what they all just saw you do...  That's turning you on now, even
as you blush as the thought, isn't it?"

   "Y-yes, ma'am," said Sara, blushing even deeper and first closing her
legs in shame, but not long after, unconsciously rubbing her thighs
together quite shamelessly.

   "The embarrassment actually turns you on too, doesn't it?"

   "I hate to admit it..  but yeah, it does," said Sara, wincing at herself
again.

   "Well I'm glad you're able to admit that actually enjoy these sexy
little embarrassments I've been putting you through, sweetie.  Your friend
Rosie here was getting worried about you," Anna said, winking at Rosie with
a gloating grin, "but you're fine with all this, aren't you, sweetie?"

   "Yes ma'am," she said feebly, reaching over to touch her friend's arm.
"Really, Rosie, I'm fine.  I'm sorry if all this made you uncomfortable."

   "No girl, don't worry about me," said Rosie somewhat defensively.  "If
you're into it, then enjoy it, okay?"

   "I guess I really do enjoy it," said Sara with a resigned sigh.  "I
don't think I wanted to admit it, but guess now I can't really deny it."
She turned to the woman who had seduced her, stripped her, repeatedly
humiliated her  -" and given her the best orgasms of her life  -" and
smiled at her weakly.  "Anna won't let me."

   Anna responded by running her finger over Sara's erect nipple  -" making
the horny, naked girl bite her lip as she tried not to squirm.  Then she
cast a quick glance over at Rosie, clearly pleased to flaunt her control
over her friend.

   "You know, sweetie, I think you've been learning  -" and admitting  -"
quite a bit about yourself since you got on that plane," Anna said as she
swirled her fingertips around Sara's oiled, b-cup breast, sending a shiver
up the girl's spine.  "It's pretty clear you knew well before you planned
this trip that you get off on the idea of getting naked where you're not
supposed to.  And while it may have been hard for you to accept, I don't
think it was really much of a surprise to you that you also get turned on
by the feelings of embarrassment that public exposure naturally brings with
it...  But I do think there might be one more thing that our little games
might have helped you discover about yourself that maybe you didn't see
coming."

   Anna took Sara's chin in the palm of her hand and leaned in to look deep
into the girl's wide, blue eyes...

   "I think you've also discovered that it turns you on when you have to do
as you're told."

   This thought made Sara blush more deeply than ever, and she tried to
turn her head to avoid the woman's piercing green eyes, but Anna held her
chin firm and wouldn't let her look away.  Sara felt an unexpected surge of
wetness between her legs when her seductress forced her to hold her gaze
and dared her "naked toy" to deny thrill of being under her control.  The
swooning girl suddenly felt so weak and helpless, as if not just her chin
but her entire, naked body was quivering in the palm of Anna's hand.  She
bit her lip as another wave of shame crashed over her at the realization of
her submission, and that only served to make her even more painfully horny
than before.  Sara waited for as long as she dared before finally admitting
out loud  -" to Anna, Rosie, and herself  -" what her body had long ago
made so clear.

   "Y-yes ma'am," she said in a shaky voice, not daring to imagine what new
erotic torments this admission might unleash.  "It turns me on when you
tell me what to do..."

   "Good girl!" Anna said, drawing Sara closer for a gentle but demanding
kiss.  "It feels good to finally admit what really turns you on, doesn't
it?" she said, turning her gaze to Rosie to send the same taunting message
to Sara's clearly fascinated friend, who was brightly flushed and breathing
heavy as she watched this rapacious lesbian sexually dominate her friend
right in front of her.

   When Rosie finally managed to snap herself out of her erotic trance and
realized how obviously turned on she was, she pulled her knees up to try
and hide her naked blush and took a deep draw on her drink, trying to look
casual.  But Anna just gave her a teasing wink to let her know that she
wasn't fooling anyone, before turning her attention back to her horny,
naked, obedient toy.

   "Okay, sweetie, then I have a treat for you...  I want you to lie back
for me like a good girl," cooed Anna, taking Sara's drink and setting it
off to the side.  "Now put your hands behind your head, close your eyes,
and stay still  -" no matter what.  Will you do that for me, sweetie?" she
said.

   "Y-yes ma'am," responded Sara, hesitating only slightly before
obediently closing her eyes and laying out her nude body for Anna to do
with what she wished.

   Then Anna filled her straw with frozen margarita and capped the top with
her finger to hold it in.

   "Now remember, you have to keep your eyes closed and your arms up, no
matter what," said Anna teasingly, holding the loaded straw over Sara's
left breast.

   Anna lifted her finger to suddenly pour a dollop of the icy slush onto
the girl's nipple, making her gasp, wince, tense up  -" but not move.

   "Ooooh!" whimpered Sara, squirming slightly and squinting the keep her
eyes shut.  "So cold!"

   Anna smirked and winked at Rosie as she reloaded her straw and proceeded
to swirl another mound of frozen margarita over Sara's right nipple,
eliciting another small gasp, but this time a more resolutely passive
acceptance of the torture.  The woman used the straw to trace lines of icy
slush up and down Sara's bare tummy, and with each one, the girl's breath
quivered, but she remained obediently still, flinching slightly only when
the chilly liquid melting off the slush dripped unexpectedly down her
sides.

   "Such a good girl for staying so still," said Anna, just before
unloading a strawful of frozen margarita onto Sara's shaved pussy.

   "Thank y -" Aaaah!" gasped Sara, her whole body tensing up, but her arms
staying up and her eyes obediently shut.

   "Such a good girl..." repeated Anna, but with her eyes on Rosie, who was
staring at her thoroughly dominated friend with wide eyes and a flushed
chest.

   Next, Anna leaned over and began licking the melting slush off Sara's
nipple, making the girl flinch again, but still not move.  The woman's
mouth lingered on her breast, licking and sucking the chilled nipple,
knowing what effect the contrasting warmth of her lips was having on the
girl.

   "Mmmm..." Sara moaned, again starting to forget that she was in the
middle of a crowed beach.

   Anna moved slowly to her other nipple, and then eventually down to the
girl's stomach, licking up the stripes of green slush with long, serpentine
laps of her tongue, all the while making Sara moan and writhe more and
more.

   "Want some?" whispered Anna with a quick look up at Rosie, but the
American girl could only shake her head slightly as she stared in awe at
her friend's erotic enthrallment.

   Then Anna's warm lips suddenly enveloped Sara's mound and she plunged
her tongue deep inside her squirming toy, sucking the girl's frozen clit
deep into the heat of her mouth.

   "AAAAAAHHH  -" oh my god, oh my GOD!" squealed Sara as she was heaved
once more over the edge into ecstasy.

   She threw open her legs and ground her bare pussy into Anna's mouth,
even desperately raising her hips to chase Anna's tongue as the woman sat
back up and casually reached for her drink.

   "I just love a good frozen margarita," Anna said, taking a sip and
smiling down at her panting toy.  "But they always taste so much better
when served on the naked body of a very horny and obedient girl."

   As Sara began to regain her senses, she glanced around at the onlookers
gawking at her latest obscene display, and then finally up at her
flabbergasted friend, who was again staring down at her, eyes wide and
mouth open.

   "I'm sorry, Rosie," she said between panting breaths, not noticing how
flushed her friend had gotten watching the whole episode.  "I just couldn't
help it.  I hope I haven't freaked you out too much," she giggled weakly.

   "No, don't worry about it," said Rosie, her own voice a bit unsteady. 
"I  -" I get it," she said with an embarrassed glance at Anna.

   Anna smiled at the two naked, uncomfortably horny young girls  -" each
embarrassed at different levels, but both adorably flustered and so ripe to
be toyed with.

   "You know, Sara, while you were fetching our drinks like a good girl,
Rosie had a wonderful idea," Anna said, prompting a curious glance from
Sara and a very nervous one from Rosie.  "We were chatting about how much
fun you're going to have since I gave you no choice but to go naked for so
much of this trip, and Rosie confessed that she's actually a little bit
jealous," she said with a sly look at the blushing Latina.

   "Really?" said Sara glancing over at Rosie, excited by the prospect of
some validation from her friend.  "You told her you were jealous of what
she did to me."

   "Y-yeah, kinda," said Rosie grudgingly, but now secretly wondering if
there might not be some truth to it.

   "So...  tell her your idea, Rosie," said Anna with a smug grin.

   "Well..." the buxom girl sighed, awkwardly playing with her hair.  "I
was, um, I was thinking that maybe I should go naked whenever you do, and
only wear my clothes when you wear your pink dress."

   "Oh, okay..." said Sara with an amused smile.

   "That way, you see," Anna chimed in, "by taking your clothes away from
you, I've really stripped you both naked for the week!  Right, Rosie?"

   "Yeah," she sighed, finally realizing the meaning of what she had agreed
to.

   "And since she'll only be getting dressed when you wear clothes," Anna
went on, turning her sly grin to Sara, "now you are basically in charge of
when Rosie has to go naked.  Doesn't that sound like fun?"

   "Actually, it kinda does!" said Sara with an evil grin at Rosie, who
could only shrug and roll her eyes and the predicament she had let Anna
maneuver her into.

   "Yeah, well now that you're had your fun," Rosie said, sitting up and
reaching for their beach bag, "we have some plans of our own.  Sara, what
say we, um, take a swim up the beach."

   "Oh yes, Sara filled me in on your daring plans to swim up the coast to
a regular beach and then come out of the water and try to make your way
home in the nude," said Anna in a slightly condescending tone as she
casually trailed her fingertips up and down Sara's naked body as if marking
it as her territory.  "Quite admirably ambitious, but it could be a little
risky depending on the time and place you try it."

   "And what would you know about it?" said Rosie, doing her best to
reassert some attitude after witnessing Anna's expert dominance.

   "Well, I've been coming to this island for years, and I know that just
south of here there's a ridge of jagged rocks between two resorts that runs
all the way down the beach and pretty far out into the surf.  So, if you
head that way, you won't get very far.  You're much better off swimming
north, but just don't go any farther than the Jardín de Flores hotel  -"
you'll know it by the big red roof.  If you go much further than that,
you'll be getting close to the business district, and there are usually a
lot of police patrolling that area."

   "Police?" asked Sara, exchanging a worried look with Rosie.

   "Well, yeah  -" public nudity is illegal here, after all, which is why
there are private beaches like this.  The locals are actually pretty
conservative about nudity, and they get annoyed with tourists who think
every stretch of sand is a topless beach."

   "Ooh, maybe this isn't such a good idea," Rosie muttered.

   "I didn't say that," said Anna.  "I think it's a wonderful idea, and I'm
sure you'll both enjoy it.  I just want to make sure you know how to get
away with it and still have your fun."

   "You're so kind," said Rosie skeptically.  "Any more friendly advice?"

   "Well, you should definitely wait until later in the afternoon  -" after
5pm or so.  By that time, pretty much all the families have left, so there
won't be kids around.  That's what really pisses off the locals  -"
tourists running around naked in front of their kids.  Avoid that and you
should be able to stay out of trouble on your way back."

   "Yeah, um, maybe we should wait, Rosie," said Sara with an apologetic
look to her friend.  "I don't think I feel quite up to it right now, you
know?"

   Oh yes, sweetie, you must be exhausted," said Anna, tweaking Sara's
nipple.  "I know the rule is no swimming for three hours after a meal, but
what is it for swimming after so many heavy-duty orgasms?"

   "Very funny," said Rosie as her friend blushed deep red.  "Look Sara, I
didn't sleep too well on my flight either, so let's go take a nap for a few
hours.  I'm sure your friend Anna can find some other girl out here to
finger bang while we're gone."

   The two naked girls packed up their beach bag and got up to shake out
their towels before heading in.  Anna stood up as well, and delighted in
making Sara jump with a pinch on her bare butt.  But then she grabbed her
naked toy firmly by the arm before she could leave and gave her a playfully
stern look.

   "You moved, you know," said Anna, arching an eyebrow.

   "What?"

   "When I was enjoying that delicious frozen margarita off your equally
delicious body," Anna said.  "I told you not to move, but when I went down
on that chilly pussy of yours, you practically tried to shove your clit
down my throat."

   "Oh god, I'm sorry," said Sara, barely able to recall what she did.  "I
just couldn't help it.  It was all just..."

   "Doesn't matter.  Rules are rules," said Anna with her mischievous grin.
"You moved, and now you know you have to be punished."

   "Oh," said Sara quietly, again feeling that sudden thrill of submission
burn between her legs.  "I -"um..."

   "In due time, sweetie," said Anna with a wink as Rosie grabbed her dazed
friend by the arm and started dragging her up the beach.  "See you later,
I'm sure," Anna called out with friendly wave.

   "Not if we see you first," snapped Rosie as they made their way up the
beach toward their bungalow, Sara still glancing back over her shoulder at
her dominant seductress, wondering what  -" and when  -" her "punishment"
would be...

   Back in their room, Sara and Rosie curled up naked on their respective
beds to get some well-needed rest, and Sara drifted off almost immediately,
thoroughly spent from her repeated public orgasms, as well as the intense
waves of humiliation that crashed over her in their wake.

   But her sleep was less than perfectly restful, as it was filled with
vivid dreams of Anna.  She envisioned the seductive flight attendant
rolling the dining cart down the aisle of a plane with Sara perched on top
-" naked, legs spread wide, hands bound behind her head with a kerchief  -"
offering passengers a dinner selection of "beef, chicken, or slut." Sara
dreamt of Anna tying her naked and spread-eagled to a giant kite and flying
it over the beach, with thousands of people peering up and pointing at her
nude body.  And she repeatedly relived a surreal version of Anna's frozen
margarita game, but this time she was splayed out not on the tropical beach
but on Professor Duggins' desk at the front to that Irish Lit class where
she first met Rosie  -" the auditorium seating packed with everyone she
knew from school, who all applauded and cheered each time Anna made her cum
by sucking on her cold clit.

   When Sara finally woke, somewhat refreshed but still thoroughly horny,
she heard moans and heavy breathing from Rosie's bed.  Her Latina friend
had kicked off all her covers and was writing naked on her bed with one
hand deep inside her pussy and the other squeezing her breasts and reaching
up to pull on her hair.  Rosie's hips bucked high off the mattress and her
whole body glistened with sweat.  Sara had no way of knowing how long she
had been at this, but her friend seemed to be edging herself over and over
again to some especially delicious fantasy.

   "Mmmm, oooh yes  -" YESSSS!  Juan, stir me like a martini!" she mumbled
as she swiveled her hips.

   Despite her urge to giggle, Sara stayed silent so she could continue to
enjoy the show.  Rosie's nude, tanned, athletic body squirming so
salaciously as she massaged her ample boobs captivated Sara.  So curvy and
well-endowed, Rosie actually looked quite close to what Sara had imagined
Anna might look like naked  -" and to see her writhing in the same kind of
ecstasy that Sara had just experienced held a powerful fascination for her.

   Almost forgetting that it was her friend she was watching, Sara's
fingers drifted between her legs and she began teasing her own slippery
folds.  She imagined Rosie's hair as blonde, and her lips bright pink like
Anna's.  Sara began to lose herself in her reveries as she fantasized that
she was watching her lesbian temptress pleasuring herself naked for Sara's
own entertainment, in a titillating role-reversal of what Anna had made her
do on the plane.  Kicking off her own sheet, she began to imagine herself
beside her, each pleasuring each other in a level of intimacy that Anna had
not yet allowed and Sara hadn't realized she wanted.  Then, as Sara neared
yet another climax, she started moaning unconsciously  -" but she was
oblivious to the noise until it got Rosie's attention and her friend looked
over and caught Sara staring at her as she masturbated.

   "Whoa bitch, you were looking at me, weren't you?" said Rosie, sitting
up and grabbing her sheet to cover her nakedness.  "You really have no
shame left at all, do you?"

   "No Rosie, it wasn't like that," said Sara, discovering a whole new
category of sexual humiliation.  "I'm sorry!"

   "So, you were looking at me while you were getting off!"

   "But  -" but I wasn't thinking of you, Rosie  -" I promise!" Sara
insisted, hiding under her own sheet.  "I -"I was thinking about... 
Anna..." she said, wincing at herself.

   "Damn, girl," said Rosie, shaking her head as she threw off her sheet
and stood up.  "I gotta take you out to chat up some guys, and snap you out
of the spell that freaky witch put on you." She yanked Sara's sheet away
too and pointed towards the door.  "Now get your naked as out on that beach
with me so I can catch us some dick!"