By the time I swim back, dusk has completely set in and the beach is mostly deserted. I retrieve my gears and head for the unattended shower stands. Under the dim light of a tall lamp, I rinse sand from my body and begin to dry myself with the small towel I took from my hotel room.
I notice a gang of locals are sauntering my direction. That should sound a warning bell but it does not. At a distance, the bar down the far end of the beach is jam-packed with holidaymakers. I can hear the laughter and the occasional clinking of the glasses. About a quarter of a mile or so further down, I can see the specks of lights from my hotel. What can this gang do to me? I am still in a state of euphoria, from flashing my breasts just a while back. Now, I have a strange urge to do it again, slowly this time, to tease and prove to myself that all men find me sexy and desirable.
They stop at some twenty paces from where I'm drying myself and begin murmuring to one another. There must be over a dozen of them, all male, from their teens to probably 40s. My body is already tingling all over with anticipation. I take a deep breath to calm the nerves and begin my wicked show - drying my breasts slowly and very tenderly with the towel, my nipples erect rather obscenely before my audience. Raising a breast, I pat lightly under it, letting it bounce back then repeat with the other one to show these men just how supple my twin mounds are.
They are moving closer again, stopping just 10 paces from where I am and are sniggering with each other in a dialect that I do not understand. My breath is getting heavier, almost panting now. I slide the towel down to dry my flat tummy, suddenly realising that my panties has become completely transparent when wet, leaving the small pubic patch inside, that I painstakingly waxed just before I left home, clearly visible. Oh god, I am showing more than I am prepared to! What I also realise is that my pussy is now throbbing in spasm and is soaking wet from the excitement of standing virtually naked in front of these men.
Well, I don't know what has gotten into me. Perhaps, something just snaps inside my head; my modesty has completely deserted me. Acting nonchalant, I sling the towel over a shoulder; hook my thumbs under the sides of my soaking wet knickers, quickly slipping it all the way down, then stepping out of it and leaving it on the tiled floor. My heart is now pumping so fast I have a feeling that I'm going to be sick. For here I am stark naked flaunting my body in front of a crowd of total strangers.
There is no turning back now. Anyway, after tomorrow, I shall never see any of them again and nobody will ever find out. A strange calmness descends over me. With a mischievous grin, I look them one by one in the eyes; enjoying the effect my body is having on these hot-blooded Indonesian natives. Without even thinking, I spread my feet to about shoulder-width, raise my arms, thrusting my breasts out proudly and begin to blot-dry my tasselled hair, giving my audiences ample opportunity to take in every curves, every little details of my lithe yet muscle-toned body. I just hope that they do not notice I am in fact shivering all over.
A handful of them come even closer and are now almost within arms' reach. Exhibitionism is so addictive I just can't stop myself. With a smirk, I raise a slim foot and rest it on top of a concrete block at knee high to my right, spreading my thighs wide open. And meticulously I begin to dry my pubic fluffs, pulling at the short curly hair and pretending to sort out entanglements that are not there. My legs are in fact turning to jelly with this shameless display. Still, this cannot satisfy me!
This is my last night in Bali. When I fly home tomorrow, life is going to be boring again. I crave for doing something outrageous. With my colourful fingernails, I spread my pussy lips apart. There is a big commotion when the rest of the gang closing in and forms a semi-circle right in front of me, some of them squatting, all trying to get a better look at my sprouting red love-lips. They are so close I can feel their hot breaths on my pussy!
I sense a heat surging to my pussy and as I splay my inner flaps apart, droplets of my arousal gush out and roll down the inside of my thighs. Even under the dim light, I can see my nectar glistening down mid-thigh. I grab the towel and swipe my love juice from the tender flesh of my inner thighs then try to dry my love-lips, which is futile. My pussy is leaking profusely, as if it is trying to drown out a fire that has been burning deep inside me.
I am getting so excited that I have become careless. The towel accidentally scrapes over my engorged clit and it makes me jump.
"Ouch!" I gasp, my legs suddenly give and I stumble.
The guy on my left catches me in time. I shudder as a hot palm cups under my left breast; my heart misses a beat. When I look to my left, I see a moustached guy pulling a lopsided grin at me. He looks around 40, not tall for a man, at about my own height, bare-chested, with a small beer belly, not particularly good-looking but with a chubby and boyish face.
I try to free myself but he begins to tug and roll my left nipple with his thumb and forefinger. And I suddenly hear funny gurgling noises in my tummy.
"Oh! Mmmmmm..." I let out a long whimper.
My knees buckle as I find myself leaning back against him, my neck resting on his shoulder. I shut my eyes, not believing what is going on.
As if on cue, so many pairs of hands are suddenly roaming all over my body. A wet tongue lashes roughly across my right nipple before a pair of moist lips closes around it and begins to nibble at the now throbbing hard nipple. I feel suction and a quarter of my perky breast disappears into a wet hot cavern.
"Ayeaah," I gasp, "Ohh!"
I sense a hot breath over my left cheek and I flick my eyes open. The guy with the moustache is trying to kiss me on my lips. Summoning all my strength, I push him away. And as he steps aside, I find myself falling back. However, powerful hands grab me. Strong grips come under my depilated armpits, either sides of my slim waist, inside of my thighs, behind my knees... Effortlessly, they lift me off the ground; spreading my legs wide open before landing me onto the damp towel and holding me on the tiled floor. With their spare hands, they continue to fondle my body; a few begin groping roughly at my breasts. I am suddenly truly scared!
I crane my neck and find to my horror that the moustached guy has removed his pants and is kneeling between my splayed thighs, nursing a hard-on.
"No! What do you think you're doing?"
I shout at him and try to wriggle myself free but a hand is quickly clamped over my mouth and grips tighten on me. Loud and incomprehensible voices are suddenly buzzing all around me. Then I feel the tip of his hard cock gliding along my wet slit, wedging itself at the private entrance of my love tunnel. I screw my eyes and almost die with shame. Desperately, I shake my head to tell him no but it is too late. There is a sharp thrust, aided by my free flowing nectar the moustached guy shoves his cock to the hilt in me, hitting me hard at the back of my vagina.
"Aarrrh..." in shock I scream a muffled scream.
Without any finesse, he begins to rock on top of me, thrusting the base of my spine painfully against the ground. His hard cock pumps so furiously in and out of me it feels like a hot iron, burning the tender flesh from my pussy, hurting me.
Then comes a weird sensation on my breasts. I open my eyes a crack to find a couple of guys are kneeling either side of me twirling and flicking their tongues over my painfully engorged nipples. A handful of them are caressing or kissing my tummy, where I'm most ticklish. Apart from the four that are still holding my limbs down, the rest of them are fondling liberally all over my body with one hand and jerking their cocks with the other.
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