Just for Fun

Hotel of Nymphos

Just for Fun

by Olivia Hampshire

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Olivia Hampshire

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About the Author, Olivia Hampshire

Olivia Hampshire loves writing about the adventures of women in this modern, complex world that is so male oriented and controlled.  Olivia Hampshire loves to write about love and the sexual experiences of men and women.

At an early age, Olivia discovered that many people on the planet do not like to talk about sex at all.  Yet each and every one of us are a result of two or more people getting naked, hot and bothered and having sex beyond the wildest imaginations of most of the children produced by these wonderful excursions of passion.  When telling her friends and family that she pens stories of wild, lesbian sex adventure and international political sex affairs, often peoples faces appear to be appalled.  One of Olivia's favorite phrases is, Did your father enjoy your mother's blow jobs?

Yes, Olivia Hampshire graduated from an Ivy League school in New England dominated by nervous little boys that drank lots of beer, and feared beautiful women.  Olivia, being one of the most beautiful women in the world, loved women also.  She met her partner, also a women, in an Ivy League, graduate school program where they feel in love, moved to Vermont, adopted 5 children and live happy ever after.  Olivia, her partner the Doctor, and their children love the mountains of Vermont, their travels to all of the continents of the world as well as many long weekends in Manhattan shopping and watching people.

Olivia loves sex.  She loves to think about it, write about it as well as doing it. 

The House of Nymphos, Near Barcelona Spain.

The House of Nymphos is located on a nude beach, on the Mediterranean, about a twenty minute train ride from Barcelona, Spain in a small village known as Ocata.  The parent place of Ocata is El Masnou with a population said to be of around 21,000 people.

Presently, The House of Nymphos is Owned and operated by two of the most beautiful women in the World, Claudia and Grace and yes, they are for hire as well as their beautiful establishment.  Beautiful women of all walks of life visit The House of Nymphos for many different reasons.

Getting a Visual feel of the Area.

Before you begin your adventure, you may want to view some photos of the Ocata, El Masnou, Barcelona areas.  They are beautiful and relaxing.

 The Hotel of Nymphos

The Nude Beach

Night Life

Chapter 1: The House of Pleasure

Perched on the beach of Ocata, along the Mediterranean coast of Spain sat a stunning three story house. To the casual observer or the unknowing tourist, it might have just seemed like another stunning beach house – but for those that knew better, it was known as the infamous House of Clit Pleasure.

Anna only knew about the location through a friend named Joan that she had encountered one night in Los Angeles during a work event. The two women had had entirely too much champagne and gone off to find some place more private to network. It was in the privacy of Anna’s bedroom that night that Joan told Anna about Claudia and her home full of the most beautiful women that the world had to offer – all for hire.

The stories had been so incredibly sexy and unbelievable that it had only fueled Anna’s need that night more. With each story that she was told about beautiful women and outrageous sex, Anna would bury her head between Joan’s thighs and demand that she keep describing it to her while Anna licked at her warm, wet folds.

As the two women had lounged in Anna’s bed, Joan told her about the incredible beach house full of the most beautiful courtesans that the world had to offer – perhaps one of the most beautiful being its owner, Claudia. After hearing about the beautiful and powerful woman that owned the House of Clit Pleasure, Anna put in for vacation time and bought a plane ticket a week later.

Now, as she approached the house for the first time, Anna could feel her heart thumping in her chest. It was not anxiety though, as Anna had always been a confident woman and very much at peace with her own sexuality and taste for adventure. No – her heart was pounding out of sheer anticipation.

Upon entering the house, Anna’s eyes went wide for an imperceptible moment as she took in the beautiful women. Her mouth went dry as she took in the sight of their curves and exposed skin. Joan had certainly been right, there was a woman there for everyone’s tastes. It seemed as though Claudia had truly found the most desirable beauties in the world to employ.

The first floor featured a large open concept lounge area with a bar. Several scantily clad women were with who Anna could only assume were clients. Some seemed to only be talking for the time being but others were much closer in proximity to each other. Anna could not help but let her eyes roam over a buxom young blonde woman who was clearly employed by the House of Pleasure as she sat at the bar, her hand up the skirt of an older woman in her mid-forties. Anna felt her own arousal grow at the sight as the two women’s lips met in a passionate kiss.

Hello and welcome, a voice startled Anna. She turned around to see an older gray haired woman smiling at her. Can I help you? She was an older more robust woman, her gray hair pulled back into a tight bun. She was only about 5’4 and dressed in loose fitting clothes. Anna was about to say that she was not her type in the most polite way possible and the woman seemed to realize this. She tilted her head back with a laugh, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes accentuating as she did so. No, no – not like that dear, she told her. I am as straight as an arrow and have been happily married for thirty years, ever since I was twenty-four. My name is Alice and I am the cook here. I was simply asking if you needed any assistance finding someone or if you were still…looking. I do not believe I have seen you here before.

Anna smiled at Alice, shaking her head. This is my first time visiting.

Alice nodded knowingly before gesturing Anna towards the sliding glass doors that led out to the deck. Well, then dear, you can step outside onto the deck while I find Claudia. She will be able to help you with anything you might need. In the meantime, you can enjoy the ocean air and the view, Alice suggested the second with a lecherous lift of her eyebrows before gesturing for Anna to step outside and shuffling off to go find the proprietor of the establishment.

She was struck at first by the beautiful beach front view, but as she walked further onto the deck and looked down onto the beach below, she was even more surprised by the sea of bodies on the sand below. She’d been told about the stretch of nude beach by Joan but nothing compared with seeing it.

Several women were laying out in the sun but most of them were sharing their towels with someone else. Her eyes focused on a slender redhead laying on her back with her thighs parted while a brunette had her face buried between her thighs.

Anna watched with interest, even from a distance it made Anna’s own body practically pulse with desire. Out of the corner of her eye, Anna saw a flash of long brown hair. She turned over her shoulder and saw the most beautiful woman Anna had ever seen. She looked as though she were about thirty years of age with a perfect hourglass figure and bright green eyes. Anna couldn’t tear her eyes off of her. Anna watched her as she talked to another woman, her bright dazzling smile was almost dizzying. Only one button secured her cropped white blouse and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. More than that, she was in