(For my husband, with love) Heat. The road shimmered in front of me as I swung my hire car onto the motorway that ran from the city of Palma up to the north of the island of Majorca. Overhead, an incoming holiday jet screamed its way to the airport and the intrusive noise heightened my feelings of stress and anger. I could feel tears gather behind my eyes b...
Intro, Georgia is a 19 year old skinny little girl, only 150 cm tall with little AA cup breasts and light brown hair. She spent her school years in an all-girls boarding school and after an amazing gap year spent on her father's yacht in Ibiza harbour, she has to go back to England to go to University, a condition of her father handing over his multi-millio...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Part 02 -- Still Settling In. The next morning I woke alone on my back on my bed, my right hand on my wet pussy. "I really must get a motion activated camera and stick it between my legs when I go to bed." I thought as I lay there for a few minutes trying to decide if my head hu...
Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. ***** I wore a thin tank top and very short skater skirt to travel in. I'd thought about wearing less but decided that it might not really be appropriate and I didn't want to embarrass daddy. James...
...Continued form Ibiza Summer fun 1. We went to our respective rooms which were quite modest being on a back packers budget! I got showered and shaved and put on some jeans and a shirt. The shirt was reasonably tight so I was happy with the way it showed off my arms and shoulders. I had been working out a lot and living healthily prior to leaving on my tri...
A couple of years ago when I was on a bit of a backpacking trip around Europe, I went to the party crazy island of Ibiza. It was early July so the peak season was starting to kick off. Upon arriving at the small little hostel I had booked into, I bumped into a couple of Canadian girls that I had met in Barcelona the previous week. Both girls were in their ea...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Ibiza, Spain Cool air cut through the vent, filling the space with a chilly breeze to wash away the hotness within the hotel room. From the bedroom, a man stood in the bathroom with a tooth brush lodged between...
Stacey wondered how it had come to this. There she was standing in an airport waiting at the busy gate to board a plane to Ibiza with her shorts down around her ankles. She could feel her face getting redder and redder as the giggles from the other passengers got louder and more noticeable. She had been told to wait a full 3 seconds before picking up her sho...
Ibiza Paul's forehead juddered against the thick glass of the window as the bus sped over the uneven sunbaked tarmac, forcing him to jerk his head back. He studied the trees and villas the bus passed on this longer dash between stops, all brightly illuminated by the late morning Mediterranean sun. He rubbed his forehead uneasily and let it slump again onto...
This is a story mixing some real life experience and some fantasy as well….and I won't tell what is true and what is fantasy. I was about 22 and a relationship with a girl had just broke before summer. So I spent a week alone in Ibiza. My hotel was near the capital of the island and Ibiza is quite well known in Europe for wild parties and hot clubs and disc...