So this happened recently when I went on holiday alone and got a bit bored lol. Anyway, when I booked the trip I thought I’d be exploring, sipping cocktails, and meeting new people—but by day three, I was bored out of my mind. Turns out going on holiday alone isn’t as glamorous or as interesting as it sounds.

Sitting in my hotel room, I was ashamed to find myself doing what I’d do at home: scrolling through my phone looking at shitposts and memes. But hey, at least it was nicer weather on the Costa Del Sol than my hometown.

“How can you be bored?” Caitlin replied to an admittedly whiny Whatsapp message I sent her a few minutes previously. “Aren’t you on holiday? Go do something fun!”

“Well....” I texted back. “I did do some stuff for the first few days but this area isn’t that exciting. Now it’s 9pm and I’m just lying here, watching some dumb TV show in a language I don’t understand.”

“Sounds lame. Want me to spice it up for you?”

“Spice it up, how? You gonna fly out?”

Caitlin replied again quickly. “I wish. Stupid work. How about a dare instead?”

“What kind of dare?” I replied, the excitement already starting to blossom in my chest. Caitlin always knew exactly what to say to get my attention; it's why we were such great friends.

“Do you have a balcony in your hotel room?” she replied.

I paused a moment before replying, wondering what I was getting myself into. “I do.”

“What does it look over?”

“Another hotel. Like…a hundred windows lol”

“Perfect. I dare you to go out there in your sexiest lingerie.”

I laughed. Caitlin was always pushing me to be sluttier, a quality I both loved and hated her for. “That’s quite the dare! Not sure about that...”

“C’mon,” Caitlin replied. “I thought you wanted a little excitement? It’s not like anyone will see you. Unless you want them to…”

I went to the sliding glass double doors and peeked out. Across the street, the hotel windows were like little framed stories, each one offering a glimpse into someone else’s life. Directly opposite me, a group of men were gathered around a table, laughing and drinking beer, their voices carrying faintly through the night air. A couple of windows down, a young married couple were moving around their room. The woman, dressed in a robe, leaned against the edge of the bed, laughing at something her husband said as he unpacked a suitcase. Below them, a woman sat alone at her desk, illuminated by the glow of her laptop, her face serious and focused.

“You still there?” Caitlin asked. “C’mon. It might even make my night more exciting too...”

I re-read her words, the intrigue in my chest turning to nerves, a sure sign that I was actually considering doing it. I dug through my suitcase and pulled out a black bra and matching panties. I snapped a picture of them on the bed and sent them to Caitlin with a winking face emoji. “Sexy enough?”

“Boring,” she shot back immediately. “You’re on holiday. That’s basically a bikini!”

“Tough crowd,” I replied, rifling through my suitcase with a speed that betrayed my excitement. I dug out another set and snapped another photo, this time of a lacey red number that featured intricate straps that criss crossed over the hips and shoulders. “How about this?”

“Better,” Caitlin replied. “But I know you’ve got sluttier stuff. Stop being such a good girl. What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve got?”

I hesitated, thinking of the set I had already promised myself that I wouldn't show her. I knew she’d want it the moment I did, and I was embarrassed I had even brought it. AGainst my better judgement, moving automatically without thought, I took it out of the suitcase and laid it out on the bed, standing back to look at the tiny amount of material that now lay there.

Fuck.

The set was white and very very tiny, its delicate fabric almost completely sheer, seemingly designed more for shock value than modesty. The tiny triangle cups of the top were barely large enough to cover my nipples, and even then, the faint pink of my skin would be completely visible through the gauzy material, especially with breasts as large as mine.

The bottoms were no better—or worse, depending on how you looked at it. A narrow strip of fabric ran down the front, connected by impossibly thin strings that rested high on the hips. I took a picture and hit send, biting my lip, the thrill of imagining myself wearing it hit me harder than I expected.

“Now we’re talking.” Her excitement was infectious. “Put it on.”

My heart pounded as I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, following her instructions automatically, enjoying the game. I slipped into the bikini, the cool material making my skin tingle. It barely covered anything. The thought of stepping out onto the balcony like this made my pulse race.

“Okay. It’s on.”

“Show me.”

I grabbed my phone with trembling hands, angling the camera to capture the daring set in the mirror. My face was flushed, my lips parted as I tried to steady my breathing. With a nervous thrill, I snapped the photo and hit send before I could second-guess myself. The moment the message sent, my heart leapt into my throat.

“Holy shit, you look incredible. Fuck. Your pussy is just like…out. I love it. Now get on that balcony, slut.”

“Hey!” I replied, half-offended, half-turned-on by her words. “I’m not a slut!”

“Then why are you dressed like that?”

I stared at the phone, unable to think of a clever response. Looking down at my body, my breasts spilling out over the straps, I guess she had a point. My phone vibrated again.

“Balcony. Now. And send proof. I’m waiting.”

I pulled open the curtains, the strength and demanding nature of Caitlins words sending a new thrill through me, my submissiveness outweighing my embarrassment.

But not by much. The other hotel loomed across the street, its brightly lit windows showcasing slices of other people’s lives. The group of men were still drinking in one of the rooms, and all it would take would be for one of them to turn their heads…just a little…

“Don’t make me come over there and push you out myself.”

I took a deep breath and opened the balcony door. The cool night air hit me immediately, prickling my skin and hardening my nipples under the sheer fabric. I felt another rush of cool air on my pussy and realised how wet I was already, how naked and exposed my body was. My stomach churned and my body trembled, caught between the instinct to cover myself and the overwhelming thrill of being so shamelessly visible.

“I’m outside,” I texted Caitlin, my hands trembling. No one seemed to notice me yet. The young couple were still talking on the bed, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the woman had on under her robe. A wave of arousal coursed through me. The idea of being seen, of someone catching a glimpse, was intoxicating.

“Send me a picture.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers shaking as I switched to the camera on my phone again. I hated how much I loved following her commands, how her words turned me into someone I didn’t recognize—a girl willing to strip down for an audience, just because she said so. I angled the camera down slightly, capturing myself from just below the collarbone.

The sheer fabric of the microbikini did almost nothing to hide me—the outlines of my hardened nipples were unmistakable, my huge tits spilling out around them like some anime caricature, the thin strip of fabric between my legs even more obscene, drawing attention to how wet I was, how utterly exposed I looked. My thighs pressed together involuntarily as I stared at the screen.

This is so wrong, I thought, but the thrill was undeniable. I looked naked, vulnerable, and completely brazen all at once. The cool air on my skin and the muffled voices from the opposite windows only heightened the rush. Before I could chicken out, I hit send, following it up with another text.

“Thanks for making my evening a bit more exciting haha.”

Her reply came back instantly. “Oh sweetie. We’re only just getting started.”