23 comments/ 18425 views/ 14 favorites Maya in Iceland By: lexdepenny Who is she? She surely can't be English, just from her clothes. Very elegant. She must be one metre seventy-five at least. Face? Attractive, nicely framed by that short dark hair. An interesting mix of Nordic and Mediterranean at a guess. What a most attractive woman! Maya picked up her bags from by the reception desk, unaware that she had been noticed. The following evening, Maya plugged in her laptop and connected it to the Internet. It pinged and she clicked on "Accept ". Eric's face appeared on the screen. Maya smiled as she saw Sophie and Jasmin, her nine-year-old twins, bouncing up and down behind her husband, determined not to be left out. "Hello, Mummy," they chorused. Eric ducked his head aside to allow the two girls to fill the screen. "Are you having a nice time in Iceland?" Sophie asked. "Have you taken lots of photos?"" Jasmin added. "Don't be silly!" Sophie, older than her sister by a whole ten minutes, said with scorn. "Mummy only just got there." "Calm down, the pair of you," Maya ordered. "Yes, I am having a nice time and yes I have already taken lots of photos. You'll see them when I get a moment to edit them and send them to Daddy. Speaking of Daddy, why are you two dressed for bed? "Daddy said we could say hello to you if we promised to go and do our homework and put ourselves to bed, so we got ourselves ready," Jasmine explained. "But he said only if we went and got on with it quietly, without disturbing you and Daddy while you say lovey-dovey things to each other," Sophie added. "Right then, off you go," Maya said, using her headmistress voice to hide her amusement. The twins blew her kisses and disappeared, followed by Eric. He returned a moment later and sat down in front of the screen. "How are your fellow photography students? Any other sexy women to tell me about?" Eric teased. Maya ticked them off on her fingers: "Sexy women? There's Wilhelmina, who is an amazing 80 year old and her chum, Muriel, who's 78. They were still in the bar when I went to bed! Two single men, Paul and George, neither interesting nor attractive. One married couple, Reg and Jean. He's in his fifties, I'd say, she's a bit younger. They've been together for 25 years and are still holding hands. As bad as you and me. Nice people. She is, or has been a teacher, I can tell. There's another British group of 6 with a different company. Two couples, I think, a woman on her own and another man. Can't tell you any more about them yet. But because of the Northern Lights, the hotel is full of photography groups from all over Europe. Enough about me. How are you, Eric?" "I'm missing you," he said. "And I you," Maya confirmed. "So you'd better be having a great time to make up for abandoning me with the terrible two, even if it's only for a few days," Eric said. "Would you like me to make a start on compensating you?" Maya asked. Without waiting for Eric's agreement, she pulled off her tee shirt and reached behind her back. She unclipped her bra, shrugged it off her shoulders and sat topless. "Promising," Eric said. "I've never had a webcam chat with a lovely topless lady before." "Well, I've never performed as one," Maya said. "Would Mr Voyeur like me to go further?" "Oh, yes please!" Maya caressed her breasts, playing with her nipples and her piercing. "Am I doing this right?" she asked after a minute. "No idea, but I'm enjoying it." "Actually, it is quite exciting in an unusual way," Maya said. "I can see myself in the corner of my screen and I feel quite sexy." "You are! What's next, I wonder?" Maya stood and pulled down her knickers. "This comes at extra cost," she warned Eric jokingly. "I'll pay, whatever the price it will be worth it!" Maya moved so that her sex with its thin landing strip of pubic hair filled the screen. Eric watched. Suddenly Maya was gone. "Maya?" he queried. "Just a moment." Maya called. "Someone just knocked on my door." There was a pause. Eric heard a door open and close, then Maya's face reappeared on Eric's screen. "That's weird," she said. "I was sure I heard a little tap on my door, but by the time I was decent enough to open it, there was nobody there. But I found this just inside the room." She held up a small, square green envelope. "It must have been pushed under the door." She peeled it open and took out a little sheet of note paper. "Listen to this Eric! Concentrate, because it's in English." Maya's voice was raised in surprise. "Lovely stranger! Surely Nordic blood flows in your veins? A shield-maiden from the sagas? Warriors would do battle for the right to drown in your eyes. Your lips cry out for kisses. Your body... Ah, your body is a mystery...as yet. Well" Maya exclaimed. "What do you make of that?" "You haven't wasted any time in making an impact!" Eric joked. "Very lyrical. Any idea who it's from?" "Not a clue. Let me think. It's in English, but the company I'm with is from the UK, so that's no help. Twelve people in two groups." "Add in the course tutors and that makes sixteen possible culprits," Eric said. "You have five more days to work it out... if you want to." "You know me too well, Eric! Stop teasing! You know I hate not knowing things," Maya said. "What do you think?" "I think you could go along with the suggestion." "There was a suggestion?" "Did it not imply that he...I'm assuming it's a man until further notice... wished he knew what the rest of your body looked like? How would you feel about letting him have a better idea? You'll be having supper with the group later, won't you?" "Well, yes..." "So if you wore something that shows off the outline of your lovely body, that would be fun for you and nice for him, too, don't you think?" "And for you, let's not forget! Such as wearing what? I came to improve my photography skills, not to dress up." "You'll think of something," Eric said. "I'm going to leave you now, so you can get started. Byebye Maya. All my love. Same time tomorrow?" The screen went blank. Maya sat for a moment, reading and re-reading the note. Eric's teasing had woken up her inner imp and she was very tempted to play along with this anonymous person, at least until she identified them. She went to look over her clothes. Most of what she had with her had been brought with cold weather in mind, since the highlight of the course was to be photographing the ice caves and the Northern Lights. She tried on various combinations before she made her decision. She opted for a tee shirt that just covered her bottom, and a pair of tight-fitting leggings. At supper, Maya did her best to work out who might be showing unusual interest. Most of the other women were older than she, so she wasn't surprised that she was the object of quite a few appreciative masculine looks, but no more than in her daily life. Even without knowing who she was doing this for, though, it gave Maya a warm glow in her belly. By the time that the meal was over and the leaders had reminded their respective groups of the early start the following morning, Maya was none the wiser. The next day was busy. Up early, on to a minibus, off to some icefields, hours of taking photos followed by a return to the hotel and a session discussing people's efforts. It was early evening when Maya went off to have a shower. She was drying her hair as she emerged from the bathroom and didn't at first notice the new envelope that had appeared under her door. It was blue, this time. Thank you, shield-maiden! What a tempting body you have! Magnificent breasts. Are they 34C? Truly inspiring. Dawn. Drakkar from deep Lust-slaked shield-maid proud in prow, Strips, stands night-naked Maya was still considering the note when her laptop pinged. "Any news?" Eric asked. Maya read him the first part of the note. "He has a good eye. He even got your bra size right!" "That's not all. Listen." Maya read Eric the poem. "Interesting. Anglo-Saxon alliteration in haiku form. Whoever he is, he's educated," Eric commented. "Now, he wants to see more of your breasts? Would you like him to see them bare?" The little shiver that ran down Maya's back told her the truth. "I'm getting a bizarre sort of buzz. It's weird to be thinking about showing more of myself when I have no idea to whom. At least in the restaurant with Gaëlle I could watch the waiters watching me, unnerving though that was. This is different and not entirely comfortable. But I'll admit it is exciting." "How practical would it be to show more?" Eric asked. "Given the climate?" "The day after tomorrow we have free time in the afternoon. I didn't know there was a geo-thermal pool here at the hotel, or I'd have brought a swimsuit, and that could have been a possibility." "Buy yourself one as a present from me!" Eric exclaimed. "You're really getting into this, Eric, aren't you?" Maya said with a smile. "And you aren't? I bet if you showed me your tits, your nipples would be standing up!" Maya took the hint and unwrapped her towel so she was bare to the waist. "You win your bet," she said, gently squeezing the erect buds. "And very nice too! Have you time to give yourself a little rub for me?" Maya sat back in her chair and opened the towel completely. She slipped a finger between her labia and wasn't surprised to find she was damp. "Look," she said, holding up a wet digit. "But I only have time for a quickie." Eric made an appreciative noise. Maya worked enthusiastically on her clitoris for a couple of minutes and came. "Nice! Did you enjoy that?" she asked. "Lovely," Eric confirmed. "Now hurry up and buy a bikini and make sure it's sexy and shows off your tits!" After another day of photography, Maya went straight to the hotel shop. "I want a bikini," she told the sales girl. There was a limited choice, but Maya took three bikinis into the changing room to try on. "Eric would not approve," she said to herself after trying on the first one. "He'd say it was far too respectable and I have to agree. He said it had to show off my boobs and since he's paying..." The second bikini with its thong back certainly met all Eric's criteria. The bra was made up of two small triangular pieces that not only showed a lot of cleavage but also exposed the outer curve of Maya's breasts. The thin, unlined material did nothing to hide the piercing in Maya's nipple. Far too blatant. I don't want to appear brazen. Besides, I'm not a twenty-year-old pornstar! Bikini three had a shorty bottom and a lined bandeau top with foam cups built-in. Borderline too respectable. Maya was about to give up when she remembered a trick that Gaëlle had shown her one time. Examining the bra more closely, she could see how the bra might be made to show more of her boobs, as she, and Eric, of course, wanted. Catching her breath at the price, she paid and went up to her room. Eric, you'll have to forgive me for what I'm about to do to this very expensive swimsuit! Using her little scissors, she managed to extract the cups, which also involved removing the lining. She tried the bra on again. Her breasts were still completely covered but had far less support and the natural shape of her breasts was more noticeable. Now for Gaëlle's little trick! Maya took off her wedding ring and threaded the bandeau through the ring to the mid-point, where it would sit in her cleavage. She put the bikini on and examined the effect in the mirror. The ring pulled the material together over a much wider part of the bandeau than she had envisaged. She shivered. Oh! I'm showing a lot more flesh than I'd expected, but it's too late to change it. How will Eric react, I wonder? She went to the laptop and called him. When he appeared, his first sight was of Maya wearing the bikini and bending over facing the camera. "Oh, fabulous! I can see right down between your breasts!" he said. Maya smiled at the confirmation that she had achieved his aim, even if she, personally, was feeling rather nervous about the extent of her exposure. Even when she told him the price it did nothing to reduce his enthusiasm. "I'm just sorry I'm not there to see you in person," he said. "Lucky Mr Whoever!" "Listen, Eric. I have an urge to show off just a little, this evening at supper time as an appetiser. Would you like that?" "Silly question! Of course! Do you have anything you can wear without a bra? "Give me a moment." Maya disappeared from the screen and reappeared a few moments later wearing only a pair of knickers. She was carrying her white cotton shirt. She put it on. "Yes!" Eric exclaimed. "I can see most of your bum!" "And then I have to decide what to wear with it," Maya said. "Oh!" Eric's voice revealed mock disappointment. "I was looking forward to you going to supper like that!" "With my knickers on show? Come on, Eric. Be at least a bit reasonable," Maya chided him. "Now, what can I wear with it?" "Your grey leggings?" Eric suggested. "They show you off nicely." "No can do. They're grubby after I went scrambling over mossy rocks yesterday." "How about your running tights?" Eric asked. "You look great in them." "They are clean. I haven't had time to go for a run yet. They are rather thin, though, don't you think?" "All the nicer! Try them on, at least." Maya went and got her lycra tights, which were black with a broad white stripe down the outside of each leg. "With the white shirt, you look sensational," Eric exclaimed. "Turn round so I can get the full effect... Ah... That's a pity. I can see the line of your knickers, the colour, too through the white stripe." "I didn't bring any thongs, so that's just too bad." "Here's an idea," Eric said. "Why not simply take your knickers off?" "Eric!" Maya riposted. "You are joking!" "Not at all. You said you wanted to look and feel sexy, didn't you? Well, I dare you!" "You never give up, do you?" Maya asked rhetorically. It's a tempting idea, though, if I have the nerve. She peeled off the tights, dropped her knickers to the floor and put the tights on again. "And now?" "Much better. Lift the shirt and do me a pirouette?" Maya gathered the shirt round her waist. "Lovely! Almost as good as nude. A nice smooth line. Clear separation of your buttocks and it gives just a hint of camel toe from in front." "Enough, Eric!" Maya was feeling more and more flustered as she took in how exposed she was about to be. Whoosh! This is turning me on and I haven't left my room yet! How am I going to feel when people can see me stripped down like this? But I'm going to do it. She drew a deep breath. Let's see how far Eric wants me to go. "How many buttons do you want me to leave open, Eric? And don't say all of them!" She unfastened the three top buttons. "Like this?" "Three tells people you're not wearing a bra. That's good. Can you bend over for me?" Maya leaned forwards towards the screen. Eric whistled. "When you do that I can see almost all of your boobs! Lovely!" Quick! Before my courage fails me! "I must go," Maya said hurriedly. "I'll report in later." She logged off. She was aware that her breasts were bouncing a little as she trotted down the stairs. She paused to check her appearance in a big mirror just outside the dining room. Her face was flushed. After checking that nobody was looking, she lifted the front of her shirt. A hint of camel toe? Eric, you're being economical with the truth again! Her reflection told her that the contours of her sex were clearly visible. Too late to do anything about it now. Besides, this is exciting me and I like that! She gathered her courage and went to join the group. Through the meal and the conversations that followed, Maya tried hard to balance the urge to show her degree of exposure with her need not to appear aware of it. She did her best to be selective in her choice of moments to bend down, hoping to catch her anonymous admirer looking, but she was no closer to identifying her admirer by the time she returned frustrated to her room to sleep. She checked for a note before she got into bed, and again when she got up next day, but there was nothing. There was still nothing by the time Maya went off to the all-morning session in the darkroom. After lunch she gathered her modified bikini and a towel and headed for the geo-thermal pool. She stripped off and showered as required by the instruction posters in the communal changing room and then put on the bikini. My boobs feel a lot more exposed now I'm about to appear in public. I've made the effort, so you'd better be watching, whoever you are! She walked out of the changing room and into the open air. Instantly her nipples tightened and rose from the intense cold, undisguised by the thin Lycra. Although the sun was shining, the steam rising from the waters of the wide, pale-blue pool told the story of an air temperature not far above freezing. Maya sank with a sigh of pleasure into the water, which felt like a hot bath. She soaked for a while, then decided that, although she was there to provide a potential show for someone, she might as well also get some exercise. She crossed the pool swimming fast crawl. After a few strokes her top slipped down round her waist. She stopped and trod water while she made herself decent again, then returned to her start point floating gently on her back. Another energetic swim. It's a nice sensation to feel the warm water sliding over my bare breasts. Are you watching, Mr Watcher? Then she was ready to come out. Assuming that her fan would be observing her, she took her time and stood out in the open to dry herself, shivering in the cold air. She dared herself to go further and pulled her bra-top down before covering her bare breasts by wrapping herself in her towel. There! If he was watching closely, he may have seen me topless. I wonder if the next note will mention it. This is turning me on, showing off for some unknown person who may not even be looking! How bizarre! Maya went back to her room and changed for supper. Having done her best to carry out her little exhibition, she dressed conservatively. If he wants more, he'll have to ask for it! Her laptop pinged. She dealt with a minor dispute between the twins and was then able to concentrate on Eric, whose face left her in no doubt that he was waiting for her to tell the story of the bikini and the pool. "Well?" he began. Maya explained what she had done. Eric seemed disappointed that there had been no further reaction from the author of the notes. Maya could tell that the demands of the twins were starting to show on her husband. He looked a little down and even her offer to play at webcams for him was met with less enthusiasm than before. She reminded him that she loved him and only him, then signed off. The long table at which the two groups met to eat was quite noisy. People had spent their free afternoon in a variety of ways and there was much exchanging of experiences. Maya was feeling the effects of her conversation with Eric and sat for the most part in silence. The excitement of her quick boob flash had faded. She listened distractedly to the conversations around her, until something caught her attention. Someone just mentioned Cap d'Agde! Maya controlled her urge to stare up the table to where the words had been spoken. It has to be my watcher! There can't be two unconnected sex hounds in such a small group. She thought for a moment and realised she could eliminate the six people to her right from her list of suspects. Ten left! Who are you?