Kate’s Exhibitionist Journey
by NotReallyKate

Chapter 4 - Naykay Vaykay

Kate starts to lose control of her latest nude adventure.

In which Kate answers a new nude call to adventure, and very quickly gets in above her head with three clothed women.

"I want you to come, Kate."

I squirmed slightly in my seat and felt more than a little overwhelmed at what was being asked of me. Not to mention overwhelmed by my surroundings.

I was sitting at a table in a painfully trendy bar right in the middle of the City of London. The sort of place where high-flying workers in smart suits ordered expensive drinks and swapped anecdotes from their life in the public school system. Not the sort of place where a slightly awkward copywriter like me should be. Especially not one wearing her third-scruffiest pair of jeans and a patterned short-sleeved top which I was pretty sure had a noticeable stain on the front from where I'd spilled a dollop of salad dressing at lunch.

And yet, here I was. Sitting and sipping a glass of red wine from a bottle that had cost more than my last weekly food shop. And feeling deeply, deeply uncomfortable. That was the sort of woman I was now, apparently. Baring my whole body to a bunch of strangers on a beach, I was completely fine with. Sitting drinking wine in a bar, in contrast, was an exercise in crushing social awkwardness.

On the other side of the table, Nicole looked entirely in her element. She perched elegantly in her seat, dressed in a jet black business suit, her long, stocking-covered legs effortlessly flowing out from underneath her knee-length skirt. She even held her wine glass with a certain elegance, her hand delicately cupping it each time she took a sip in a manner that I was sure, if I tried to emulate it, would result in me somehow clumsily breaking my glass, to the annoyed glares of everyone else in the bar.

We had been friends since university, all thanks to the whims of whatever randomised computer program was used to assign first year students to rooms in the residential halls. We'd been neighbours in the same hall. Me in room 317, and Nicole in 319. And, on my first nerve-wracking day living away from home, she had taken me under her wing, almost like a big sister. She was, in fact, two years older than me, having taken some time off from her education before university to go travelling. Because of course she could afford to do that.

As our time at university had gone on, we had both formed closer friendships with people who lived more than one door away from us. Nicole had found more of her kind. Rich, demanding, driven women who knew what they wanted out of life, studying business degrees and corporate law. I had found more of my kind. Awkward, arty dreamers with no clue what they wanted to do when they graduated, studying English literature and philosophy. But our own friendship had endured, like some sort of odd couple. And even now, we were still close. We still loved spending time with each other, catching up. Though I wished she'd occasionally let me choose the venue. Somewhere a little heavier on kitsch reclaimed furniture and a little lighter on £85 bottles of French merlot.

But that was just Nicole. She wanted what she wanted. She had gone from strength to strength after university. Working her way up the ranks of the financial firm she joined as a graduate. She had even done exactly what she'd said she'd do back at university. Meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger and marry him by the time before she turned thirty. No enjoying single life for Nicole. The sooner she found the right man, the sooner she could get married, and the sooner they could buy her perfect marital home, out in the Cotswolds.

And despite our surroundings, I knew that, as ever, she'd pick up the bill. Not in a flashy, show-off sort of way. More in a way that she was aware that this was all her idea, and it was only fair that she paid for it. But even if she understood her financial responsibility tonight, it seemed like she was somewhat oblivious to my own bank balance in general. Given what she had just proposed. What she wanted me to come along on.

She had dropped the bombshell after our first glass of wine, as casually as if she'd been asking me whether I wanted to go for cheap noodles at Wagamama after we'd finished the bottle. She'd asked if I wanted to come with her, and some of her friends from work, on a villa holiday on Spain's south coast. In two weeks' time. One of her party had been forced to drop out, and she'd thought of me first. And she acted like all of this was a straightforward financial decision for me to make on the spot.

I could just picture the wanton luxury right now. Nothing but the best. Some vast Airbnb property nestled in a perfect Mediterranean watercolour scene. All mod cons in the kitchen, a huge pool in the garden, luxurious furniture and fittings in every room. And all eye-wateringly expensive for a girl like me in my stained top and jeans.

"I'm serious," she persisted, taking another calculated sip of wine and setting her glass back down on the polished table, "I'd love for you to be there, Kate."

I squirmed again and took an altogether less elegant sip from my own glass.

"I know," I sighed, "And it sounds amazing. But...I'm not sure I can afford--"

"Don't worry about that," she cut in with a dismissive wave of her hand, "That's the beauty of it. Georgia's had to pull out, but she feels so bad she's not asking for her split of the villa costs back. All you'd need to pay for are flights and a bit of spending money."

I didn't want to admit it to my high-flying friend, but even that felt like an expense I couldn't really afford right now.

"But, I'm not sure if--"

"Flights are easy," she continued, "There's, like, a thousand budget flights down there every day, so no worries there. And spending money...sort of depends on what we do. The villa will have everything we need, so it'll only be if we head out for an evening."

I sighed patiently at the familiar pattern of a conversation with Nicole when she wanted something to happen. Each point you could think of to offer was usually dealt with by her methodical counter-argument before you'd even had a chance to make it.

"Ok, but it's super short notice--"

"It's over a weekend for the most part. Fly in Thursday evening, fly out Monday morning. Worst case, you can arrive later and leave early. I can pick you up from the airport."

"I don't even know these friends of yours--"

"They're lovely people. And it's not all going to be work talk, don't worry. That's not what this is. We just all wanted to blow off some steam away from our husbands. Simon did the same thing with his friends last month. Weekend golfing in Scotland."

"But--"

"And besides, if you really don't like them, we can do our own thing. Just the two of us."

I was getting out-debated at every turn. It was what had made her so successful at work, I assumed. And also what made her impossible to say no to. Especially when she dispensed with the cold hard facts and switched to the more devastating emotional blackmail.

"Come on, Kate," she pouted, reaching her perfectly-manicured hand across the table and taking hold of my own, "It's a little girls-only holiday. And we only really see each other for a night here and there these days, now I've moved away. I've been worried about how much more quality time we'll have together before...Simon and I start a family."

"Oh," I gasped, a little taken aback at that revelation, "Are you...?"

"Well, no. Not yet. I've got far too much on at work for the foreseeable. But I've started some interesting discussions with a friend of mine in HR about the sort of package the firm offers for career breaks. And while I really don't want it to hurt my position in the company, I also don't want to be one of those women who hit their late-30s before they get to their first antenatal class, y'know?"

I didn't know. At all. It was like she was speaking an alien language to me. Career breaks. Antenatal classes. I understood the concepts, but all of it felt like I was still decades away from having to think about anything like that. Even if I really shouldn't be. Still, despite the emotional bombardment, I remained pensive.

"Ok," she sighed eventually, seeing my expression, "How about this. I'll email you the details, and you just think about it. Alright? You don't need to answer now."

I sighed again, but reluctantly nodded back. She seemed satisfied enough with that to lean back and take another sip of wine.

"Excellent," she smiled, "So, now that's settled, what's new with you, hon?"

I think I might be an exhibitionist. But I'm not quite sure what that means. I've started eating breakfast in the nude, every morning. I constantly think about people staring at, and admiring my naked body, to the point that I'm masturbating to those fantasies every day. But I don't know how or where I want to act on those urges. A couple of weeks ago, I went on a six hour round trip to a nude beach and spent the day naked. It was one of the best days of my life. I even met this couple there, and even though the guy was this sexy hunk of a man, for some reason I got more turned on by his girlfriend. Which I still haven't got my head around. On three separate occasions, I've seriously considered withdrawing the thousand or so pounds I have in my tiny savings account to pay for a week's holiday at a top-rated naturist resort in the Black Forest. And I only back away from the idea when I remember that, if I'm just one naked person in a whole group of naked people, I don't really enjoy myself. Oh, and yesterday, I spent most of my lunch break standing nude in the changing rooms of an Oxford Street department store, staring at myself in the mirror.

That was the answer to her question. But I couldn't say that, obviously.

"You know," I shrugged back instead as I reached for my wine glass, "Same old..."

*****

As soon as I got back to my apartment, my phone chimed to acknowledge that Nicole had sent an email with the details. Just as she'd promised.

I didn't bother looking at it initially. I was too tired. I pulled off my dressing-stained top and threw it in the washing machine ready to start a cycle in the morning. Then I shrugged and took off the rest of my clothes, adding those to the machine as well and allowing myself a bit of bonus nude time. Even if it didn't particularly excite me to be naked at home by myself any more, it still felt good to do every now and again.

As I collapsed onto my bed, I reluctantly grabbed my phone again and pulled up Nicole's email. The villa was just as decadent as I'd imagined. From the photos, I could see that it sat way up on top of a hill, overlooking the sun-kissed coast below, seemingly entirely separated from the rest of the world. The inside was like something out of an episode of Grand Designs, a vast open-plan ground floor with a pristine fitted kitchen, a huge wooden dining table and a sunken lounge area complete with a horseshoe of carefully-plumped sofas. There were four bedrooms in total, each one three times the size of the bedroom of my apartment, and each with its own walk-in shower and full-length mirror. Outside, the luxury continued with a vast courtyard of a garden, complete with a pool and loungers to relax on. The perfect place to sunbathe--

I sat up in bed, suddenly a lot more intrigued. I checked the photos of the garden again. Two sides were framed by the house itself, and the other two by high brick walls, topped off with metal railings. So secluded, so secure. I swiped back through the pictures to the shot of the villa from the air, noting how cut off it was from any other building. All alone, on top of a lush, green Spanish hillside.

The perfect place to...sunbathe.

No Kate, I told myself immediately. Don't even think about it. You are absolutely not going on this holiday in order to get naked in that secluded sun-kissed courtyard. Nicole'll be there. To say nothing of two other women you've never met before. What the hell will they think if you start parading around in the nude?

Now, hang on, I countered my own internal thoughts. Who said anything about parading? I'd just be taking advantage of the gorgeous Spanish weather to get a tan. An all-over tan. And besides, Nicole and I have been friends for a long time. We used to go to the same Pilates classes, and we saw each other nude in the changing rooms all the time. We're all girls. There's nothing weird about this.

Yes there is, my mind hit back. Because you wouldn't just be trying to get a proper tan, would you? You'd be using it as an excuse to be nude in front of another bunch of people. You'd be using it as a way to act out another exhibitionist fantasy, without Nicole or any of the others realising what you were doing. It would probably even turn you on. Strike that, it would definitely turn you on. There's an awful lot that's weird about this.

But they won't need to know that, I countered again. It's all perfectly innocent. As far as they're concerned, I'm just someone who wants a nice tan, and doesn't mind lying outside in the nude if that's what it takes. We girls do that sort of thing all the time. I think.

And what about Nicole's friends? My mind persisted. A few hours ago, you were scared about going on holiday with people you'd never met before. Now you're not only planning on going on that holiday, but you want to take all your clothes off in front of them as well? That's not normal behaviour, Kate. You're not normal.

No, I'm not, I agreed. And I'm really starting to like that about myself.

Ignoring the continued pleas of my more rational mind, I swiftly typed out a reply to Nicole's email. I was in. I set my phone to one side and lay back on the bed in satisfaction. Without even thinking, my hand edged its way down south, and I began to gently play with myself. Picturing the sight of me, nude in the Spanish sun, with Nicole and her friends staring at my exposed body. It felt so wonderfully naughty.

At this point, I had no idea just how exposed I was going to be. I was in a state of blissful, sensual ignorance for what was to come. And I'd never felt so relaxed.

*****

I'd never felt so nervous.

A couple of weeks later, I stood at the top of the stairs of the villa, listening to distant cheerful voices from downstairs in the kitchen, and my entire body was shaking.

Relax, Kate. I tried to tell myself. This is what you want.

Everything had gone smoothly ever since I'd sent that reply back to Nicole. My boss had been fine with me booking time off, despite the short notice. I'd re-budgeted the rest of my bills for the next couple of months to afford my flights out here, as well as giving myself a modest pot of spending money. Although I'd been a little unhappy with the extra costs to get my luggage on the flight. Especially when, if things went to plan, I wouldn't actually wear a lot of what I'd packed. I'd continued with my gym regime in order to ensure that my body would be in as good a shape as possible for its, ahem, international debut. And speaking of things, um, going smoothly. I'd even found the funds to return to the salon and get my entire pubic region re-waxed.

I was ready.

And yet, just as I had done back on the sand dune, when I was preparing to expose myself on the nude beach, I had entered a last-second panic. Because, after two weeks of blissful relaxed ignorance and naughty mastubatory fantasies, the reality of what I was planning to do was now sinking in, as I teetered at the top of the stairs in my thin vest top and floral patterned shorts. Was I actually doing this? Could I really stand in front of one of my best friends, and two of her high-flying work colleagues, and casually announce my intention to spend the day sunbathing in the nude?

I bit my lip and squirmed slightly, trying to suppress the rush of arousal that the mere concept of my plan triggered inside me. Yes, Kate, I told myself. You can do this. You know you can do this. I took a breath and started down the stairs, hearing the voices getting louder as I descended.

I had arrived at the villa late last night after a dizzying taxi ride from the airport up a seemingly endless, twisting hillside road. The others had arrived earlier in the day and were already settled in, but an inconvenient late night flight was all I could afford, so by the time I'd gotten here, I barely had time to meet everyone before it had been time to go to bed.

Still, from what I had seen, the villa was just as luxurious as Nicole's email had suggested it was. I'd been given a brief tour before bedtime, and if anything, the photos hadn't done it justice. The entire place looked like some sort of fashion mogul's penthouse, each room the very height of luxury. I'd been taken aback to find that Nicole and the others had already ensured that the pristine open-plan kitchen was fully stocked. The wine rack was groaning under the weight of a dozen or more bottles, and the fridge was filled with snacks and fresh ingredients for our meals. My bedroom felt like it was fit for a princess. An elegant en suite, walk-in wardrobe, and the softest, most comfortable bed I'd ever slept in.

And best of all, while I hadn't been able to get a proper look at it in the darkness last night, the courtyard-style garden next to the pool looked as secluded and secure as the photos had suggested. Everything was exactly as I'd hoped. Despite my last minute attack of nerves.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and walked on into the kitchen area, where everyone was gathered around the marble kitchen island. On the surface of the island lay a small feast of breakfast items. Toasted bread. Freshly sliced tomatoes and cheese. A tall jug of orange juice. And a generous, steaming cafetiere filled with rich black coffee. The smell of the food and the coffee was wonderful.

"Morning," Nicole smiled as I walked in.

I smiled back, and sat down, accepting a cup of coffee and a plate of food.

I was still getting to know the other two women in our group. Ange and Maria. Two of Nicole's friends from work. But from what little I'd seen last night, I already liked them both. Even if, like Nicole often was, they seemed a little intimidating to me.

"Weather's fucking perfect today," Ange said to me as she chewed a mouthful of food.

Ange was the most intimidating of them all. A tall red-haired Australian with a rather foul mouth and oceans of self-confidence. I received a perfect demonstration of just how much self-confidence last night when, fuelled by the several glasses of wine she'd consumed before my arrival, she had gleefully talked to me at length about her recent boob job.

"Ten grand, these fuckers cost me," she had slurred, wobbling her now-ample chest at me as she did so, "Best thing I ever did. Guys can't get enough of 'em. They're like fucking putty in my hands. The guys, not my tits."

Nicole had moved the conversation along before the tipsy Aussie had gone as far as proudly asking me to feel her newly-minted DD-cups. But that wasn't to say part of me wasn't intrigued. I'd never felt fake boobs before.

Next to Ange, Maria cut an altogether quieter, more demure figure. She was shorter than her colleagues, almost as short as me, with shoulder-length black hair and a slim frame. We hadn't really spoken all that much last night, mainly because Ange and her new cleavage had dominated the conversation so completely. But she seemed friendly enough. And besides, I trusted Nicole's judgement in people. She was friends with me, after all.

I was very much the baby of the group, which was adding to my nerves, my sense of intimidation. Maria was the same age as Nicole, around two years my senior, while Ange had a few years even on them. She had explained last night, through glugs of wine, that her new chest was one of her many thirtieth birthday gifts to herself.

As I nervously sipped my coffee, my mind still racing with the thought of what I was planning to do, Ange continued to talk.

"So I reckon, with weather like this, we finish brekky, then just get out there on that sun deck. And before I start working on my tan, I wanna get in that pool and--"

"Test out your new flotation devices?" Nicole cut in with a smile.

She and Maria laughed, and I couldn't help but join in, as Ange merely grinned and stuck her ample chest out proudly.

"Yeah, go on, laugh it up, fuckers. I know you're all just jealous!"

As I stole a long glance at her bosom, I had to admit that she was right. Not so much because of how they looked, more because I couldn't help but feel jealous of anyone who had ten thousand pounds to just throw away on a simple act of vanity like that. I'd had to change my shopping budget for next month just to get my crotch waxed. Still, I was happy enough with my own body, without the need for some artificial DDs.

Don't worry, I silently reassured my own perky little boobs, I like you just the way you are.

"Actually," Maria spoke up with her somewhat softer voice, "I was hoping we'd go for a drive, maybe. Get out, see some of the sights?"

"Nah, fuck that," Ange laughed, "It's too hot. And when an Aussie's saying that, you should listen to her. We've got the sun, we've got the wine, we've got the pool, I say we just all relax for the day, yeah?"

Nicole and a slightly reluctant Maria both agreed to this plan without too much more resistance. I felt my heart starting to thump in my chest. Without realising it, Ange had just given me a perfect lead-in to carry out my wonderful nude plan. This was my chance. We were all in agreement. We were going to spend the day relaxing, lying in the sun, working on our tans. And...maybe one of us wanted to work a little harder than the others.

My mouth felt dry. I gulped down another mouthful of coffee.

This was fine. This was a normal thing for someone to do.

"Um," I heard myself saying, my voice sounding tiny in relation to the three strong women in front of me, "I--I was just, um, thinking..."

I faltered as I saw them all turn and look at me. My resolve began to melt under their combined gaze, even though they were being entirely friendly, oblivious to what I was trying to ask. I steadied my shaking hands and tried to adopt a completely casual air. This was a totally normal thing to do, after all.

"...I mean," I continued, "U--Unless it'd be weird for you, I was wondering. C--Cos I mean, it's just us girls here, if it'd be ok if I...um..."

Spit it out, Kate, I chided myself. The others were starting to look a little more confused.

"If I...sunbathed nude."

The silence was deafening. The three women just stared back at me. I suddenly felt a sinking feeling, as if the ground had opened underneath my chair. Had I made a huge miscalculation? Was this, in fact, not normal? Was casually asking if it was alright if you took your clothes off in front of three women, two of whom you'd only just met, a massive social faux pas? Did they all now think I was some sort of pervert? I mean, I wasn't completely sure I wasn't one myself, so I couldn't exactly blame them for thinking that.

Eventually, just as I began to squirm in my seat and wonder if I could try and pass the whole thing off as some sort of hilarious holiday prank, Ange's confused look gave way to a broad Aussie smile.

"Holy fuck," she chuckled, glancing over at Nicole, "She's a live one, isn't she? That really your game, Kate? Planning on having a little naykay vaykay?"

There was absolutely no way I would have ever used that phrase to describe what it was that I was planning. But it was mostly accurate, I had to concede.

"I mean," I shrugged back with a meek smile of my own, "So long as it's...ok?"

Next to Ange, Maria's eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're...not expecting us to sunbathe nude as well, right?"

Oh god, no. In fact, that would ruin everything. I want to be the nude one. Only me. I want to take off all of my clothes, and have you all gaze at my bare body. And I want you to keep your own clothes on. Because otherwise, if we're all nude, it gets boring for me, for some reason. Like I don't feel special any more.

That's what I wanted to say. But, again, obviously I couldn't say that. Especially not to someone I met less than twelve hours ago. That really would have been insane.

"No," I replied instead, as calmly as I could, "That's fine. I just..."

I struggled to find a way to articulate myself. Without sounding like a complete freak. In the end, I fell back on an old favourite.

"I just don't like tan lines."

Ange laughed boisterously again, and Maria smiled and shook her head.

"Ok," the shorter woman shrugged, "That's ok with me. If that's what you want to do."

That is what I wanted to do, I thought. That's what I so completely, so agonisingly want to do. Why I flew all the way out here. To be gloriously and completely nude under the warmth of the sun outside, surrounded by this perfectly safe little audience of three. Looking over every inch of my completely exposed body.

"Fuck yeah," Ange cackled in affirmation immediately after Maria, "You wanna get in the nuddy out there, you knock yourself out. That's hilarious!"

I flushed slightly under the weight of her laughter, not quite sure how I felt about the idea of my naked body being a subject of amusement. But I also felt a fresh flutter of excitement inside. Two down, one to go.

Nicole was still just staring back at me, a little incredulously. As if she was suddenly reassessing the woman she thought she'd known for the last seven years.

"Huh," she said eventually, "This is...not what I was expecting. Nude sunbathing, Kate?"

I wanted to explain. She was my friend, after all, and I owed her an explanation far more than I owed one to the others. In a deeply strange way, I felt like I'd let her down by not being more open about all this. But then it was far too complicated to get into over breakfast. Or maybe it was more that it was actually too straightforward. Maybe I didn't owe her a complex, confusing, contradictory explanation for what I was doing here. I was an exhibitionist. I liked being naked in front of other people. Deal with it.

In the end, I simply shrugged. Feeling enfeebled under her somewhat stern gaze, as if she was peering into my mind, sifting through the layers to find the truth behind my sudden request. The naughty, naked truth.

Of all people, it was Ange who came to my rescue.

"Ah, come on, Nicole," she cut in, giving the other woman a good-natured slap on the arm, "If Kate here wants to have a naykay vaykay, let her have a naykay vaykay."

I still wasn't happy with the phrase. But I appreciated the support. Eventually, Nicole's gaze relaxed. She managed a slight chuckle of her own.

"FIne," she sighed, "Have fun, I guess."

I was definitely going to have fun, I was sure of that. I felt like squealing in delight. Three out of three. Complete approval for my plan.

This was it. My afternoon in the nude was on.

*****

I stood in the rear doorway of the villa, looking out at the courtyard area, resplendent in the late morning sun. The light glinted off the pool to one side, and on the other side the loungers lay invitingly, in front of a row of brightly coloured floral displays in pots that ran along the wall of the yard. Flowers of gold, crimson, pink and purple waved in the breeze.

After breakfast, the others had gone back to their rooms to shower and change. I did take some appreciation in the irony that I was the first one who had gotten properly dressed today. Especially as I now planned to be the first (and only) one to get properly undressed.

My stomach was in knots all over again. Even though I had gained everyone's approval, I still couldn't quite believe I was going to do it.

I wondered how I should approach it. Should I just strip bare now, or wait for the others to get back? The former sounded a little forward, like I was forcing my nudity on them from the very start without any warning. But then the latter sounded odd as well, like I was waiting for an audience to perform a little striptease for.

In the end, I decided there was no time like the present. I'd already told them what I was intending to do out here, so it's not like the sight of my nude body could be that much of a shock to any of them. I took a tentative couple of steps outside, feeling the cool concrete surface of the patio underneath my bare feet. Then, I went for it. I swiftly pulled my vest top over my head, revealing my bare breasts underneath, and then undid my tight little summer shorts, worked them over my hips and down my legs, before yanking down my underwear as well and stepping out of my clothing completely.

And like that, there I was, body bared to the world once more.

I felt my heart start to race again as I stepped away from my clothes and embraced the sensation of the warm Spanish sun on my skin. I paused for long enough to fold my clothes and place them to the side of the doorway, before picking up the bottle of suntan lotion I'd brought with me. I was fortunate enough that I never really burned when I was tanning. But I also knew that I'd spent my entire time on the nude beach a few weeks ago without any protection, and I didn't want to push my luck. This time, I had to lotion up.

I walked over to the half-dozen cushioned loungers on the sun deck and sat down on one of the ones towards the middle. Then, I squeezed out some lotion and began to apply it to my bare skin, feeling an extra frisson of arousal as my slick hands passed over my tingling nipples and around my breasts before I worked my way down my body. I felt a little rush of glee at the sight of my nude oiled body glinting in the sunshine.

"Wow."

I jumped slightly and paused in the middle of rubbing lotion onto my legs, looking up to see Nicole standing in the doorway with an amused smirk on her face. Any pretence I'd had of how good I looked seemed to immediately feel like folly. Nicole stood taller, leaner and more confident than me. Her jet black bikini accentuated her figure like that of a supermodel. I was still perfectly happy with my own freshly gym-toned body, don't get me wrong. But I knew that however hard I worked, it would always pale in comparison to Nicole's.

Still, for the moment, her focus was entirely on me. I felt the first genuine pulse of arousal from the sense of another person's eyes on my bare body.

"I genuinely thought you were kidding," she continued as she delicately stepped out onto the sun deck and approached where I was sitting, her eyes running up and down my glistening form in a way that made me tingle all over, "I mean, I wasn't exactly sure what the joke was. But I assumed you had to be."

Her eyes continued to wander. Even though she was my friend, she was still checking me out. And I loved that. I now knew I loved that. So much.

"Like I said," I shrugged meekly again, "I really don't like tan lines."

"Clearly," she sighed with a shake of her head.

Then, she took me by surprise, and gestured for me to hand her the bottle of lotion.

"Come on then, best let me get your back."

For a moment, I didn't move. I just stared back at her, as if she was proposing something obscene. Then, I shook my head clear and smiled.

"Oh, r--right. Yeah. Thanks!"

I handed her the bottle and settled down on my front, suppressing a gasp as my hardened nipples made contact with the soft fabric of the lounger's cushion. Nicole sat at my side, and then caused me to gasp all over again at the sensation of a healthy squirt of cold lotion hitting me on the back.

"Oops," she chuckled, "Sorry, that's quite a lot."

She started to work the lotion into my skin. And I felt myself going crazy at the sensation. I couldn't really understand why. After all, I'd had men and women rub lotion on my back before. It was an entirely sensible, non-sexual act when you were sunbathing, after all. But somehow, the fact that I was completely nude as she was doing it made the whole thing seem more daring. More erotic.

Not that Nicole seemed to be treating it that way. As she rubbed my bare back, she talked to me entirely casually.

"I was thinking about bringing out some snacks," she offered, "And the rest of the orange juice from breakfast. Anything to keep Ange off the wine until midday, at least."

I giggled at this, and relaxed into the sensation of her soft hands on my skin. Suddenly, I let out a further little gasp, as I felt Nicole move her attention down onto my bare bottom.

"Oh," I managed, "I can, um, do that--"

"Yeah I know," Nicole cut in firmly, "But I put way too much lotion on. And I need to do something with it, so I may as well save you a job."

Her explanation was so calmly delivered that I couldn't argue back, even as my long-time friend continued to massage my bare behind, causing my pussy to start to tingle from the sensation of her hands on such a significantly more private part of my body. Although, I guess I didn't really have too many private parts of my body right now.

"Um," I tried again, conscious of the intoxicating effect her gentle strokes were having on me, "Really, I think that'll be enough--"

"Holy fuck!"

My ineffectual protests against Nicole's actions were further interrupted by the delighted reaction of Ange as she walked out onto the sun deck. I awkwardly twisted my head around to see the red-haired woman grinning broadly at the scene she had stumbled into, as I lay nude on the lounger with Nicole's lotion-covered hands gently manipulating my pale bare bottom. To Ange's side, Maria stepped out as well and smirked at what she saw.

"Having fun, you two?" she asked with a slightly mocking tone.

I suddenly felt myself redden again, as if the situation I was in was starting to get away from me. I'd always planned on being nude in front of these women, obviously. But being nude while one of them rubbed lotion onto my behind, unknowingly stimulating me in the process, had not been part of my plans.

"Grow up, ladies," Nicole patiently sighed, not breaking the rhythm of her hands even though I was sure she must have rubbed all the lotion in by now, "If Kate here's going to be naked for the rest of the day, she's going to need protection from the sun, that's all."

I felt a fresh tingle in my belly. Naked for the rest of the day, did she just say? She must've meant naked for the rest of the afternoon. While we're out here sunbathing. I'd assumed that I'd be able to get away with being nude in the sun, I hadn't even given a second thought to the possibility of extending my nude time into the rest of the day's activities at the villa.

So why was it now all I could think about? Swimming in the pool, nude. Sipping wine this evening, nude. Eating dinner, nude. All in the company of my three significantly more clothed holiday companions.

No, I thought to myself. She can't have meant that. It must've been a slip of the tongue.

"There," Nicole said after a few more moments, looking satisfied with her work, "Perfect."

My eyes boggled when, on top of everything else, she punctuated that statement by giving my bottom a playful little pat. Causing another unexpected pulse of embarrassed arousal to spread through my body. I hoped that the way I was lying, on my front with my legs tightly closed, there was no sign of my moistening pussy for the others to spot.

"T--Thank you," I managed to reply, feeling my face still flushed red.

"Any time," my friend smiled back, before she handed me the lotion bottle back and lay out on the lounger next to me, "Now, you can do my back."

My heart jumped again at this latest statement. And it was a statement, delivered with Nicole's usual cool authority. I was to do her back, not could I do her back.

With fresh trepidation as to whether any signs of my arousal would be visible, I awkwardly stood up and stepped over to her significantly more dignified, bikini-clad form. I could feel the eyes of Ange and Maria still on me. And while that was the sort of attention I had craved when I had first hatched this idea, it was starting to feel a little oppressive, as if I was being monitored by the pair of them as I moved.

For the first time since I had so giddily stripped off in the doorway of the villa, I felt the urge to rush back to my clothes and get dressed again. But instead, I told myself that I wanted to remain nude. Otherwise what was the point of anything I'd been doing? What was the point of me even being here, on this holiday I couldn't really afford?

Unlike when she had been lotioning my back, Nicole had stretched herself out in such a way that there was no room for me to comfortably sit while I did the same for her. I could probably just about have perched up on the side of the lounger, but my bare thighs would have ended up brushing against her leg, or her arm. And I'm not sure it was safe for me to receive that sort of stimulus right now. I could also have just asked her to move over and give me room, but I found that I didn't do that. As if it wasn't my place to make such requests of her.

So instead, I carefully squirted some lotion into my hands and then bent over to rub it into Nicole's back, either side of her bikini straps. But I now found myself getting aroused by my alternative stance, feeling more exposed than ever as I bent over. Neither Maria nor Ange were in a position to see anything from where they were standing, but nevertheless the additional exposure added to my excitement. Doubly so when a stray gust of wind blew over unexpectedly, tickling my moist pussy between my legs.

I bit my lip and focused on the task at hand, working the lotion into Nicole's skin as she casually reclined beneath me. For the first time, I started to wonder if she was somehow messing with me. From the way that she had squirted too much lotion on me, giving her an excuse to play with my bottom. To the way that she was now denying me the relative dignity of being able to sit down, instead leaving me bent over, with my pussy potentially and tantalisingly visible. Even though she had looked so surprised by my suggestion over breakfast, was she now playing with me and my nude predicament?

It's not a predicament, Kate, I reminded myself. This is what you wanted. A predicament would have been if they'd somehow forced you to strip. You did all of that voluntarily. You knew it would turn you on. This is all your fault.

Oh god. It was all my fault. That thought turned me on even more. What the hell?

Mercifully, before I became too helplessly wet, I was finished with Nicole's back. I stood up straight and took a step back towards my own lounger. Then, I was stopped by the sound of Maria's soft voice.

"Could you get me as well?"

My heart sank slightly as I saw the shorter of the two women still standing make a beeline for the lounger next to Nicole, her own patterned bikini featuring thin string ties at the back, leaving more of her to lotion. I squirmed slightly. But I couldn't see any way I could decline. Just saying no would be rude, and admitting the truth, that I was getting far too turned on by performing this simple act while I was naked was...well, that would be even ruder.

So instead, I merely nodded compliantly and stepped over to where she lay. Another squirt of lotion into my slick hand, and I went to work on her pale, soft back. Even though her smaller frame gave plenty of room for me to sit as I worked, I found that I opted to remain standing, back bent, bum out, pussy so deliciously exposed from the right angle.

Oh no. Had I altered my stance unknowingly? I felt as though, whereas I'd been completely side-on to Ange and Maria when I'd been working on Nicole, I was now standing at an angle, bum pointing slightly towards where Ange remained standing and watching. Could she see between my legs? Had I done this on purpose, pleading for her to look at every inch of me? No. I can't have done. That would have been mortifying. And yet I couldn't help but wonder if she was looking. If she could see it.

Eventually, I finished with Maria's back and stood back up. And I paused for a moment, not bothering to even start to step back to my own lounger. As if I knew and had accepted what was to happen next.

"Hey," Ange called out, stepping over to the lounger to the other side of my own, "Don't leave me hanging here, nuddy girl!"

Of course.

"I thought you wanted to hit the pool," Maria pointed out as she reclined in front of me.

"I can hit that later," the red-haired Aussie chortled back, "I didn't realise Kate would be handing out nuddy backrubs."

I suppressed a whine. That wasn't what I was doing! I'd just returned the favour with Nicole and rubbed some suntan lotion on her back. And now I was, apparently, going to have to do the same for everyone in the group.

As I meekly tip-toed over to where Ange was lying out, my mind started to question what was happening again. Were they all in on this? Were they doing this on purpose? They'd all gone upstairs to get ready, hadn't they. Had they had some sort of clandestine meeting while they were up there? The three powerful businesswomen had gotten together to plot just how to embarrass me, now I'd blurted out my desire to spend the afternoon outside in the nude?

Calm down, Kate. I sighed to myself. You're just lotioning their backs. You'd be doing the same if you were in a bikini too. Or would I? Would I be compliantly going around the group, getting all of their backs? I'm not sure I would.

As I stepped towards Ange and she saw me properly from the front for the first time, she cackled with a fresh peal of laughter and pointed straight at my exposed crotch.

"Holy shit," she guffawed, "We're even rocking a bald cunt over here!"

I physically winced. Partly at the fresh attention being given to my increasingly moistening pussy. But also partly from Ange's choice of words. I'm not a prude. I think it's safe to say that's obvious at this point. But I never really liked using that particular word to describe my...bits.

In fact, I didn't really like to use any word. Pussy was my go-to in the written form, but I hated saying it out loud. It sounded stupid to me in my British accent. I also hated 'vagina'. It just sounded too clinical, too (usually inaccurately) anatomical. 'Twat' had similar issues to 'cunt'. 'Sex' to me was an act, rather than a part of my body. And now I'd taken the plunge and was getting completely waxed, 'muff' didn't seem to make sense. I can't have a muff-free muff, after all. Once, to my shame, during an attempt at dirty talk in bed with an ex-boyfriend, I'd referred to it as my 'foo-foo'. A word so pathetically infantalising that it had brought our lovemaking session to a premature end, we were both so turned off by my language.

I guess I had to add that to the ever-growing list of contradictions about me. I could happily show my most private areas to anyone and everyone, and get turned on by the fact. But I couldn't bring myself to call it my cu--Well, you get the idea. Please don't make me say it.

Either way, my foo-foo was still tingling and my mind was racing as I arrived at Ange's side and started to apply the lotion. It was only after a few seconds that I realised what I had now inadvertently done. My latest piece of escalating exposure. I had remained standing and bent over, again. But this time, my rear was sticking out directly towards the other loungers, where Nicole and Maria were lying! They wouldn't even have needed to adjust their positions or crane their necks to see right between my legs.

My entire body glowed red again. But I didn't change my position. I remained where I was, bent over, moist pussy exposed. To move now, I reasoned, would be to draw attention to it. To make it obvious that I was getting turned on. Maybe if I just pretended like everything was normal, they wouldn't notice.

But why did a small but significant part of me want them to notice? Why did some part of me desperately want them to see my wetness?

I flushed again and hurriedly finished working on Ange's back, before mercifully standing back up and turning to my own lounger, my responsibilities now over. As I looked back, I saw that both Maria and Nicole were lying on their fronts, their eyes closed. Maybe they hadn't seen anything, I thought. Maybe they'd been too busy relaxing to notice the naughty nude girl bending over in front of them, showing them her slick little pussy.

Maybe.

Then, just when I finally started to relax, I jumped up in the air with a squeal as Ange leaned over and gave my bare bottom a friendly, but sharp, slap.

"Thanks for that, nuddy girl," she chuckled as the others opened their eyes and smiled at the sight of me reacting to her action, "Owe ya one!"

I blushed furiously and scurried over to the relative safety of my lounger. But just as my bare, glistening, lotion-covered skin made contact with the fabric of the cushion again, Nicole piped up from the lounger next to me.

"Ah, shit. I meant to sort some snacks. Hey, Kate, hon, could you run off and grab a few bits for us? Nothing fancy, just some stuff from the fridge."

Yet again, I found myself incapable of doing anything but following along. The combination of the confidence in her voice and my flustered nude state meant that, without even thinking, I stood back up and rushed off inside the villa to fix some snacks, as instructed.

What the hell was happening? I asked myself as I prepared two plates of bread, olives, dips and vegetables. I'd been supposed to just spend the day happily sunbathing outside, in the nude. And now here I was, rubbing lotion into everyone's backs, and now chopping up peppers in the kitchen, naked, on the say-so of my friend. I again wondered if they'd plotted this together. Maybe I had really offended them, and they were exacting some coordinated revenge against the nude freak that Nicole had invited along to their glamorous girls holiday. If I was going to make them uncomfortable, maybe they'd decided to do the same to me.

I felt a familiar cavalcade of conflicting emotions. I felt humbled and ashamed. But I also felt excited and aroused. I wondered, if that really was the case, just how far they might push me. Just how far they were willing to torment their little naked plaything.

Oh god. Little naked plaything? Was that what I was? Was that how I saw myself?

Before I got too lost in another tailspin of confusing and embarrassing thoughts, I picked up the two plates and scurried back outside, my little boobs jiggling as I tried to minimise the amount of time I'd be seen standing like this, feeling somehow more exposed than ever. The three bikini-clad women giggled as they saw me bouncing over to them, before I placed the plates down on two of the side tables next to the loungers with as much dignity as I could muster. One between Maria and Nicole, and one between me and Ange.

"Fucking awesome," Ange laughed as I flushed again, glancing over at the other two clothed women, "Hey, remember I told you about that hen do I went on last year. Susie Adams from Finance? She said she really didn't want some stripper waving his dick in her face or anything. She's far too shy for all that shit. So instead, her maid of honour booked this, like, nude waiter. Fucking incredible, he was. Built like an Aussie Rules player. And he just waited on us the whole night, making us food, fetching us drinks, playing all these silly hen do games with us. Totally in the buff. Just like this, right? Our little nude waitress."

I tried not to think about what she was saying. He waited on them the whole night? Well I certainly wasn't doing that. No. I couldn't. I was just here to sunbathe nude, that was it. Not to wait around on their every want and need--

"Kate, hon," Nicole piped up as I went to sit down again, "The orange juice?"

I scurried back inside to a chorus of fresh giggles. It took two further humbling nude trips to bring four full glasses of juice for everyone. But eventually, after that, I was allowed to lie down and work on my tan. At least, for a bit.

In truth, the other three women kept up my gentle nude torment all afternoon. Every now and then, they'd need something else from inside. More juice. More snacks. Their phone or their tablet. Each time, I wouldn't offer any sort of resistance. I'd just obediently stand up from the lounger and rush off inside, feeling three sets of eyes on me as I went. I was like a trained retriever, eagerly chasing sticks for the entertainment of my owners.

It was pathetic. And yet, it was exhilarating.

Initially, Nicole was the ringleader of my endless list of tasks. But increasingly, Ange began to take over. Especially as we reached mid-afternoon and she decided that the time was right to switch from juice to wine. Maria, meanwhile, remained almost entirely removed from what was happening. She laughed happily along with the others at my plight, without actively giving me any specific tasks to do, beyond occasionally re-applying lotion to her back after she went for a dip in the pool.

Eventually, afternoon gave way to evening. The sun dipped low enough to shroud the secluded courtyard in shade, bringing a surprising chill with it. And we collectively decided to head inside. After clearing away the empty snack plates and glasses, I found myself thankful to return to my pile of clothes next to the door. Not that I hadn't thoroughly enjoyed being bare outside for so long, with a group of appreciative (if somewhat raucous) clothed women. But I hadn't expected my nude day at the villa to be quite such hard work. And so, while I was a little sad to be getting dressed, I was also slightly relieved.

Besides, I chuckled to myself, they'd just been joking earlier, when they'd been talking about me being their naked waitress all night. That was just them winding me up, reveling in making me uncomfortable. That was all.

I stepped into my underwear and began to pull them up my legs. As soon as they got to my knees, I was suddenly stopped by a shout from behind me.

"Hey!" Ange cried out, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, nuddy girl?"