Big Brother's AJ Odudu looks stunning as she strips off to barely-there bikini in Ibiza
AJ, 37, has jetted to Ibiza with her pals and has shown off her fantastic figure while relaxing at the beach.
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AJ was captured on camera in a mismatched two-piece, which comprised of a yellow string bikini top and green briefs.
With her hair scraped back and with a sunhat in hand, the stunning telly star's rock hard abs were clear to see as she walked along the pebble beach.
Taking to Instagram, AJ has shared a slew of her glorious holiday snaps with her fans.
AJ tagged her location as Cala Jondal in Ibiza and told them: "I love it here. x."
Commenting on the photos, one follower gushed: "Oh my goodness, as always…. Absolutely stunning!"
And a third told her: "Gorgeous Body AJ x."
AJ has flown to Ibiza straight from Greece after attending a very important event.
The star was asked to officiate at the wedding of her friends in Mykonos just days earlier.
And prior to that, she was in Los Angeles in America.
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"Only I could squeeze in a cheeky little trip to LA. 😂" AJ mused two weeks ago.
AJ's dash around the globe comes less than two months after this year's Celebrity Big Brother wrapped.
Alongside co-host Will Best, the Brummie star was on hand to present the entire three week run before crowning this year's winner, Jack. P Shephard.
AJ and Will will return later this year for the 2025 civilian series of Big Brother.
Last month, it was reported by MailOnline that show bosses are planning to extend the upcoming series in celebration of BB's 25th anniversary.
Dates listed by the production company, Banijay, suggest the next series could launch as early as Monday September 29.
Since its 2023 relaunch on ITV, Big Brother has kicked off in November.
Although ITV has not confirmed the dates yet, it has been suggested the series will this time conclude in November instead - running for seven weeks in total.
Big Brother was considered groundbreaking when it first launched in 2000 with Davina McCall at the helm.
The show aired on Channel 4 for 10 years before moving to Channel 5. Brian Dowling was announced as the new host following the switch as Davina decided to step down.
Emma Willis took over in 2012 and stayed at the helm until Big Brother was cancelled in 2018.
ITV acquired the rights to the show in 2023 and it made its big comeback, with new hosts AJ and Will.
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