Public flashing on my Greek vacation

I couldn’t keep it in. This perfect spot on the Greek coast—sun on white stone, water so blue it looked fake—made my whole body buzz. So I started moving. Slow stretches that pulled my top higher, a bend that showed everything under my tiny skirt. People noticed fast. Hotel guests, the guy polishing glasses by the bar, a couple at the next table. Eyes on me like heat. Every stare slid over my big, round ass and down between my thighs where the fabric barely covered anything, and the rush hit me square in the cunt. I dropped lower, spread wider, let the breeze lick across my bare skin while my fingers traced the wet seam of my pussy right there in the open. Blonde hair fell across my face; I didn’t push it away. I kept rubbing, slow circles over my clit, hips rolling, heart hammering. Their eyes fed me. My breath came out shaky, hips rocking harder. I was dripping. One finger slipped inside, then two, working deep while I arched my back to give them the full view. Legs trembling, ass flexing, I fucked myself like the audience was touching me too. When the orgasm hit, I bit my lip to stay quiet and came hard, knees buckling, everything pulsing around my fingers. I stayed bent, ass high, letting them watch the slick slide out of me before I finally stood, smoothed my skirt, and walked away still trembling.