It was absurd. Ridiculous. What on earth was she worrying about? Just take the damn bra off, Nuria, she thought to herself. The sun on your chest will feel great. There are lots of bare-chested people on the beach, male and female. You’re practically naked anyway in this bikini. They can see your thighs. They can see your belly button. They can see the scar you’ve always hated where your appendix was. What’s a pair of tits?
But baring my breasts would leave suitors with nothing to earn, she thought to herself. A man who wanted to seduce me would have seen it all before. Only two men have seen me naked, and they’d done the work of chatting me up. They’d shown interest in me as a person and made me laugh. And she’d not been shy with them, God knew.
In bed with Pablo, Nuria had held the headboard and been bumped forward so hard that she’d almost knocked her head on the wall. She’d felt her blonde curls pulled back, and his grip around her left buttock as his penis drove into her as hard as his hips could thrust. Someone who had engaged in such wild sex was suddenly coy now?
With Dani, she’d happily slipped her bra off, eager to rid herself of her virginity. And he’d treated her breasts with something like reverence. They’d been brushed and squeezed and kissed and nibbled and…her nipples were chafing just thinking about it, another good reason to go topless!
But that was different! Now, she was in a public place, not behind a locked door! Oh come on, just…
Suddenly, there was a guy standing over her. He was tanned, wiry and his chest was hairless.
“Excuse me, I’m out of suncream. Could I borrow some?”
Nuria looked past him. Just beyond, near the shoreline, there were a group of lads trying to pretend they weren’t watching. It wasn’t the lamest approach, but it was pretty damn obvious.
“Sure,” she said, handing him the bottle.
“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it? I’m pretty busted that I’m going home Friday. Back to the real world.”
“Oh,” said Nuria.
“Are you here for long?”
“It’s our first night.”
“Boyfriend?”
Nuria smiled at the tone of hope in his voice.
“Girl-friend. My friend Laura is out swimming.”
“I’m Pep. Can I sit?”
Pep could sit, and he did, first on the sand next to her and, three hours later, on the edge of her bed. Nuria knelt between his knees and helped him get his shorts off. Pep’s penis swelled as she bowed her head and opened her jaw, pursed her lips around his shaft and sucked. His cock, cleaned by the ocean water, was beautifully cut and soon rock hard.
Nuria had planned to suck for just a minute as foreplay, but she found the feel of his erection against her cheeks and tongue and the slurping sounds as her saliva coated his penis hot. She felt Pep’s fingers run through her hair, then she stooped lower. Cupping his testicles, which were hanging off the edge of the bed, she took one in her mouth and sucked it gently, all the while jerking his cock with her hand.
Before she went back to his penis, Nuria reached behind her and unhooked her bra, enjoying the release and the warm air that blew in through the hotel window.
She saw Pep was admiring her breasts and blushed a little.
“I don’t often do this,” she said, then let his cock back into her mouth and sucked it hard.
“I don’t care. It feels so fucking good. And I love your hair falling around my cock. It tickles.”
Nuria bobbed her head up and down. Pep’s cock was wet and easier to blow now, and she gave him long, firm suction on his whole shaft and bursts of short, gentler sucks around the head. Soon, the sounds of slurping competed with Pep’s gasps and moans and then…
Nuria felt a jet of cum spray across the roof of her mouth, and Pep’s penis began to soften at once. She sucked it until it was limp, then she showed him his jizz before it disappeared down her throat.
“Welcome to Ibiza,” Pep murmured.
For thirty minutes, they lay together on the bed, her bikini bottoms the only clothing between them. They made out a little and there was small talk, and she played with his flaccid cock.
Rolling onto her front, Nuria had her bottom caressed, and then his fingers were stroking between her legs.
She made him wait, silently demanding more foreplay.
As one palm warmed her buttocks and hips, the digits of his other hand strummed her pussy. She felt his fingers run up and down, pressing on the fabric of her panties, teasing, testing. Only when she was growing wet did she pull down her knickers and lie naked before him.
“Roll over,” he whispered, and she obliged. She watched him gently part her knees and lower his head to her privates. Nuria closed her eyes as his tongue lapped at her clitoris, moving in a wide circular motion before he dragged it all the way down her slit, then back up again, closing the play with a shower of kisses on both her thighs.
“You’ve done this before,” she said approvingly.
“Oh yeah. Aina, my ex, and I had a lot of oral sex.”
“Can I tell you something? As you do that?” Nuria said softly.
“Sure.”
Pep’s tongue worked as she spoke.
“Three months ago, I slept with a friend of my brother’s. I didn’t know him well, but the day we went to bed was…just like today. I mean, it happened just like today. I was lying on the beach in Fuengirola, sunbathing, and he came up to me. We started talking and ended up…”
“Fucking?”
“Oh yeah. It’s just that meeting you today was a real sense of deja vu! You approached me just like he did!”
“A deja fuck!”
“Yes.”
His lips were pressed to her thighs again, then they were kissing her pussy. She heard him take a deep inhalation, and she knew he was drinking in her scent.
As Pep ate her out, Nuria thought back on her sexual encounter with Pablo. She’d not been a virgin, but she’d gained a lot of valuable experience that night. How do you close the deal with a man you want without seeming needy? How do you reach the agreement to change position without words? She’d realised that oral sex for him could be a sexy reward for an orgasm delivered, not just foreplay, like it is in the pornos.
And, at the end, she’d learned what it is like to be fucked so hard that her identity fell away from her, and she’d lost her sense of self. Briefly, Pablo had pumped with such power and vigour that she’d been just a receptacle for his cock, not a thinking being. Nuria had taken it like an animal. Her head had swum so hard she had nearly passed out, and she’d loved it.
“Pep. It’s time. Get a condom.”
“Sure? I’m perfectly happy down here!”
To prove his point, he gave her three long, firm licks. Nuria felt her pussy quiver with pleasure, and smiled.
“No. I want you inside me.”
“You’re the boss!”
Nuria watched him stand and take his cock, which was half-erect, into his hand. Even as he opened the drawer in the bedside table and fetched the condom box, he was jerking it. From behind, his ass was muscular and curved attractively round to strong thighs. He turned and fitted the rubber carefully onto his penis.
Nuria stroked her wet pussy, her heart rate increasing with anticipation as she watched him handle his cock, preparing to fuck her. She spread her legs and he got onto the bed.
“Speaking of deja-vu, this kind of reminds me of the first time I went down on Aina. She told me to stop and get inside her too. And she had big curly hair too, though she was brunette, not blonde.”
“You liked this girl. You’ve mentioned her twice.”
“She was my first love. But, we didn’t survive college.”
“Too far?”
“No. We let each other take fuck buddies. Big mistake. It ended in tears.”
“I bet. Right, enough about her. Come here.”
She wrapped her arms around Pep’s neck and let him enter her.
The window was open, and Nuria basked in the warm breeze across her naked body, and the caresses of Pep’s roaming hands, and the feel of his prick inside her. Not since riding Pablo’s dick had Nuria felt so young and sexy and alive.
The first condom brought her two orgasms. The second, three more. The fourth brought angry knocks on the door and a request for them to keep it down. The first night of her island getaway had been a success.
*
The next night, Nuria and her friend Laura hit the clubs.
The music was too loud for speech. With her body, she communicated her desires. She danced with five guys, well-dressed young bucks whose cocks she could feel swelling against her ass as she pressed to their crotches. And then she found ‘the one’.
Jaime had an earring and was all in black, and in the strobe lighting, there was a demonic, vampirish quality to him. She let him kiss her neck, and she grew wet as their bodies pressed tightly together, swaying to the music.
Nuria twisted her neck backwards, her face was an inch from Jaime’s. Nuria invited the kiss, and Jaime’s tongue stroked hers. Nuria guided his left hand to her breast.
His right hand was immediately lifted from her shoulder, and she felt Jaime’s palm stroke her inner thigh.
She’d never met a man so fearless. His middle and index fingers were stroking her wet pussy on a crowded dance floor.
“Want to fuck?” he said loudly into her ear.
“Where?” she mouthed.
“Here,” he indicated, stabbing his fingers downwards.
Nuria was caught off guard. Of course, she would never dream of having sex in public in real life.
But this was the alien world of Ibiza. The music was deafeningly loud. The nightclub was dark, except for the red, green and yellow lights that swung in all directions, and the eye could never focus on one place. No-one would see properly. There was a vast crowd to vanish into. She realised she’d regret it, if she said no.
She nodded.
Nuria pressed her face to his neck, kissing him and breathing in his odour. There was some tugging and movement around his groin, then the palm
of his hand was squeezing her ass, then Jaime’s hand seized hers. She felt her hand guided to his cock, which was erect and throbbing and pointing out through his fly.
Nuria bent her knees and drew it upwards beneath her dress, then pulled the thin fabric of her knickers that covered her vagina aside.. There was a shockwave of excitement as the head touched her pussy, then she parted her thighs and worked his penis inside her.
Had anyone seen? It was too late, he was inside her now, and moving his hips to the beat of the music.She felt his penis thrust firmly upwards. Nuria threw her head back and Jaime brushed her hair away to kiss her throat. His cock had found her spot now. Their tongues met playfully and she pressed her lips to his.
He was well made up, wearing a rich, wood-like aftershave, and the scent of his body and the beating of his heart and the grip of his fingers on her navel as his cock pressed her spot brought her there. Nuria’s knees trembled as she came
Ten seconds later, she felt Jaime’s dick shudder, and a stream of cum ran down her bare thigh. Shit. Jaime pulled his cock out and zipped up then, to her relief, produced a tissue, which she used to wipe off the semen from her leg. When she stood up, the track had finished. In the seconds before the next beat began, Jaime said into her ear,
“We should fuck properly. Here’s my hotel.”
Handing her a business card, Jaime vanished into the crowd.
Nuria walked unsteadily to the bathroom, hardly able to believe what she had just done. Unable to get back into the mood for dancing, she messaged Laura and went home alone.
Before she went to sleep, she swallowed a contraceptive pill and placed Jaime’s card under the pillow for future reference.
Had she really had sex with a complete stranger on the dance floor? It was the craziest thing she’d ever done, by far. But the deed was too recent to have sunk in, and she didn’t quite believe it herself.
As her eyelids drooped, her phone pinged.
There was a text from Pep on her phone.
“It’s my last night tomorrow. If you’d like to hang out, let me know. We’re going to the beach for lunch, then hitting the strip.”
*
Pep’s group were all cool guys and they invited her to play volleyball at the beach. They picnicked and drank beers when the sun got too hot. As the only girl, hanging out with five half-dressed, tanned young men, one of whom’s cum she had swallowed, Nuria felt like the groupie of some travelling rock band.
There was one of them she particularly liked. She sat apart with Tomas as the sun went down, drinking and flirting. Pep and the others left them alone and vanished into the hotel to get ready to go out.
She danced all night. For hours, she was hugged and held and kissed and groped by God knew how many guys until, at about four, she sat in a corner to rest and make out with Tomas at the table.
By the time the place closed and they walked hand in hand to the beach to watch the sunrise, Nuria had thought she had passed the threshold at which fatigue could touch her. But, as she lay her head on Tomas’s shoulder and looked up at the twinkling stars, her body suddenly began to shut down. Her head fogged over. She was about to fall asleep. The last time she’d looked, it had been four thirty am, and that had been a while ago.
“Did you know,” Tomas said quietly, “That at the beginning of the world, like three billion years ago, there didn’t use to be seas or islands and continents? It was all one massive country. No borders or ferries. You could just walk across the whole world. And one day, it will be again.”
Nuria looked up and saw he was staring out to sea. The night air was warming as the sun ascended. The pocket of beach they had retreated to from the club was deserted.
“Can you imagine being here as Ibiza bumps into Spain…or Africa in, like, a hundred million years? That’d be pretty cool.”
Tomas was slurring his words. Like her, he was drunk with exhaustion.
She stroked his bare chest.
“Nuria,” he murmured, and then he moved to kiss her.
Tomas’s touch jolted her awake again. She shifted her body a foot to the left, and rested her head on the sand. As they kissed, Nuria felt her nipples chafe against her dress, and she parted her legs.
“The first time I saw you, I wanted this,” Tomas whispered into her ear, “There were hundreds of women in bikinis on that beach, and I was blind to all of them except you.”
Nuria pulled the hem of her dress up and dragged her panties down to her knees. She felt Tomas run his fingers through her blonde curls as he kissed her neck.
“I’m all yours,” she murmured. As she kissed him again, far above them, the sky was brightening rapidly.
Tomas broke the kiss and lowered his shorts and pants. Nuria saw his cock was already erect. She reached down and grasped it, gently squeezing the head and, as she drew her fist down his shaft, she saw, over his shoulder, the tip of the sun appear over the horizon like the head of a gigantic phallus.
Nuria started to worry they’d be seen.
“Get inside me, please, get inside me. We don’t have much time.”
“I wish you could be naked,” he muttered as he positioned himself to penetrate, “I wish I could see all of you.”
Nuria found this rather sweet.
“You can. Just not now, ok?”
She felt his cock slip easily into her. Her fatigue melted away as she caressed his bare back and he began to move his penis inside her.
With a wriggle, she pulled her dress up as far as it could go without sitting up, just over her navel, and she felt the warmth of Tomas’s palm as he slowly rubbed her tummy, rubbed right above where his cock was pumping.
“You’re so tight,” he said, “You’re so wet. It feels so good inside you.”
Nuria could tell by the tremor in his voice that he was going to come soon. So was she, if he could hold out a little longer.
“I want some deep, hard thrusts and then go faster, ok? Don’t worry about coming. Just do it.”
Nuria lifted her legs, and Tomas jerked his body hard, and she felt his cock drive up inside her. She gasped and gripped the skin on his back, which was starting to sweat with the exertion in the heat of the rising sun. Tomas gave another powerful thrust. He was strong, his cock was like concrete, and Nuria felt her whole body rocked by the force, the exposed parts of her back chafed on the sand.
“Hold me close,” she said. He lowered his bare chest to press to hers, and she put her nose to his shoulder, breathing his scent, then he thrust inside her again, and now she was there, now she was ready to come.
“Faster,” she whispered.
Tomas altered his stroke at once. Nuria felt his weight lifted off her, and he began to thrust from the hip, quick strokes that tickled her insides.
“Yes! Yes!” Tomas murmured, half to himself, and Nuria saw the strain of trying to restrain his orgasm on his face.
“Kiss me,” she urged. He obeyed at once, and although his breath was not the sweetest at this hour, she closed her eyes, felt his tongue caress hers and…there.
Nuria’s orgasm popped like a cork, and a burst of pleasure flooded around her midriff.
“Oh God!” she gasped, “I’m coming! Faster!”
She felt his thrusts redoubled. He was giving it to her as hard as he could, and the orgasm was pure bliss.
“Yes! Yes!” Tomas cried. Nuria felt his penis shudder inside her, and then a spurt of cum mixed with her juices.
Tomas sank down onto her body, gasping. Behind him, she saw the sun was no longer red, but bright yellow.
And then, there was a burst of applause! Nuria looked to her left and, to her horror, a group of five earlybird sunbathers, three guys and two girls, were standing watching them about two hundred meters away! Tomas heard them too, swore, and quickly pulled himself out of her. Hurriedly, he pulled up his pants.
As fast as they could, Nuria and Tomas made themselves decent and ran away from the onlookers towards their hotel, laughing. When they got back to his room, she realised that Pep’s room was on the same corridor, only three doors down.
*
When Nuria awoke the next morning, Tomas was sleeping beside her. She thought back on the last three days. She had blown Pep on the same day she’d met him. Not unheard of, but unlike her. She’d had sex with Jaime on a crowded dance floor, an act so outrageous that, if she did not still have his card, she would still doubt her own memory.
And then she had made love on a beach as the sun came up.
It was all so…unlike her daily reality. It was as if she’d become a different person on this distant rock.
Nuria, a middle-class young woman who had recently graduated from college, who ranked highly at the local tennis club playing doubles with her brother, Biel, and who had mascotted for Barcelona once and who dreamed of running a company…could Ibiza turn that person, temporarily, into a sex fiend?
No, she hadn’t become someone else. It was all her.
The phrase she often heard here, “It’s back to the real world tomorrow!” was wrong.
Ibiza was just as much a part of the real world as home. People just gave less of a shit what others thought here. They were just less buttoned up, more open about their desires, and more forgiving of themselves when they indulged. They were, ironically, more real on this party island than they ever could be at home.
An idea popped into her head. She tried dismissing it as crazy, absurd. But it wouldn’t budge. She wondered what would happen if…
Pep’s room was three down from Tomas’s. She knocked, her heart racing. He opened it. She put her finger to her mouth and wordlessly took his hand. She led him down the corridor and opened Tomas’s room, which woke Tomas.
“Don’t say anything,” Nuria said, “Don’t overthink it. Just join me.”
She left the boys in the room, stripped and stepped into the shower.
Within moments, they were with her, and Nuria felt four hands roam across her body and two sets of lips pressed to her flesh. Their cocks hardened swiftly, and she crouched to their waists. Sucking first Tomas and then Pep, Nuria felt the water cascade over her head as if she were some Amazon goddess beneath a waterfall.
“You know,” said Pep, “I had a threesome once and we managed double penetration. Want to try?”
Five minutes later, Tomas was sitting on the edge of the bed and lying back. Nuria, on her knees, straddled him and then, from behind, Pep’s cock pushed into her. The boys laughed as she squealed. Nuria felt her lips stretched wide. The penises were reaching places never touched before. She found her rhythm.
“Fuck, that feels good!” she gasped, caught by surprise at the intensity of her arousal and the speed at which an orgasm seemed to be coming.
“You guys do your thing. I can’t move much, or you’ll slip out. Pep, put your hand on my back, please, I’m afraid I’ll fall.”
Tomas played with her breasts and nipples, and Pep’s hands gripped her ass. Pep thrust into her, she felt his cock move deeper inside. Tomas’s, shorter but thicker, was barely moving, standing to attention as if in a vice, gripped tight by her cunt.
“How does it feel, boys?” she said softly.
“You’re so wet. Your pussy is to die for,” said Pep.
“You’re beautiful,” was all Tomas said, looking up into her eyes. Nuria’s face flushed.
Maybe it was a shot of dopamine from the compliment, or maybe Pep just hit the g-spot, but thirty seconds later, Nuria was coming. She felt a blissful sensation that seemed to flood her whole body, and she pitched forward, her fall caught by Tomas’s chest, where she lay for a minute, breathing heavily. Within sixty seconds, both guys shot their loads into her.
As the boys hi-fived and unrolled the sagging condoms, Nuria stretched out on the bed in triumph. She’d be back to her normal routine at home soon enough. The unfettered hedonism of Ibiza wasn’t normal or necessarily healthy, not forever.
But enjoying touch and intimacy and orgasm, fulfilling her sexual desires, this was real life, whatever they said. As the sun rose on her twenty-fourth birthday, Nuria couldn’t wait to see what the rest of it would bring.
