MARINA  (CHAPTER 1)


A year has passed since the events I wrote about in
the story called “It doesn’t matter.”  I am Roy, 16
years old now and armed with a driver’s licence.  We
still live in the same city and attend the English
school, and we still have our private ‘naturist club’
from time to time at my cousin Shelley’s house.

We are at present in the middle of our long summer
holidays.  Shelley is now eleven and will be starting
high school when we return to school next month.  She
has suddenly grown taller and is developing cute
little pointy breasts and a slight smattering of hair
between her legs.  She is not into bras yet, but she
still wears those rich white panties I always enjoy so
much, and she is still so full of life and fun, and so
delightfully careless about nudity.

My sister Jenny, who was away on camp at the time of
the first story, has just turned nine years old, a
naturist like Shelley and myself but still with a
little girl’s body.  She joins our club at Shelley’s
house, but we don’t let her invite her friends because
they are younger and are too likely to talk and cause
trouble for us among the old-fashioned.

We have just returned from visiting Lynn and her
family in Denmark.  While I still enjoyed Lynn’s
company, we’re not as close as we used to be. 
Nowadays I don’t think we have quite enough in common.
 She has a very sweet nature but is not a very good
talker, even in Danish.  I wish that perhaps she were
a bit livelier.  As I recorded in my previous story,
we fell in love when I `saved her life’, as she calls
it, on the beach, but that is now two years ago and
the memories have worn off slightly.  I don’t have to
have a girlfriend, of course, and I still considered
Lynn to be mine, but I did wonder if there might be
somebody else around for me.

We only stayed two weeks in Denmark because that was
all the leave my Dad could have.  My parents were
quite startled to find the ordinary beaches in Denmark
are open to naturists, and I think they are gradually
coming to accept naturism as a reasonable lifestyle,
but they still haven’t taken the plunge themselves. 
Shelley’s family came with us, but they were able to
stay on another week.  That is why Shelley sadly does
not take part in this story.  But she will be back,
I’m sure of that!

It so happened that Jenny’s ninth birthday took place
three days after our return.  She wanted a party, of
course, but she very much wanted Shelley and other
friends to be at that party, and many were away during
the school holidays.  So our parents agreed that Jenny
should have her party at the start of the new school
year, when everybody would be able to attend.

But Jenny wanted something on her birthday, which was
on a Tuesday.  Our parents are both working, so they
couldn’t do anything.  But I had a new driver’s
licence, and Jenny begged me to take her out on a
picnic with some of her friends.

I was quite happy to do so, as most of my friends were
away as well.  “Where do you want to go?” I asked.

“To Santo Boladora,” she answered eagerly.  “That was
the best picnic we ever had!”  My mind flashed back to
that rather rugged mountainous region with its
beautiful views and wide-open spaces, a wonderful
place to explore and play.

Santo Boladora is more than fifty kilometres away and
the roads there are not good, so my parents took a
while to discuss the matter before finally agreeing. 
I was a new driver on the roads, after all, but I had
actually been driving Land Rovers for years on the
company farm near the city.  I was also well known for
being skilful and careful, even among other parents,
so they eventually agreed where most of my friends
would have been refused permission.  I was to take a
mobile phone with me, though, just in case we got into
trouble.

There was room in the car for Jenny to take three
friends with her.  In this country children under the
age of ten are not allowed to sit in the front seat,
so that would be empty while no more than four of them
could sit, with a slight squash, in the back.  Jenny
chose her boyfriend of this year, Scott, along with
two girls, Melissa and Leanne.

We did have a slight difficulty with the arrangements.
 Melissa and Leanne have been friends of Jenny for
over a year, and our parents know each other well and
they know I can be trusted.  But Jenny had only
recently developed her crush on Scott and I had never
met his parents.  They did accept my parents’
assurances that I was a suitable person to look after
children and I had always done that very well, but
they did say they would feel happier if Scott’s older
sister could come along as well.  Quite why they felt
she would make any difference I don’t know, but they
made the excuse that they thought she could keep order
in the car if necessary while I was driving.

I was quite happy about this arrangement, which would
fill the empty front seat, until Jenny told me that
Scott’s sister had been head girl of the English
junior school this past year.  Now I know how to get
on very well with most girls, but the type of girls I
like best are those who are vulnerable, passionate in
feeling and as eager to please me as I am to please
them.

Head girls don’t sound like that at all.  I got a
picture in my mind of a cold, calm and collected
organiser, perhaps bossy as well, plain of face,
studious, devoid of passion and used to having her own
way.  I wished I could have changed my mind, but I had
already agreed to take her.  I was not looking forward
to taking a head girl with me.  Even though I was
named in charge of them all, I could not imagine a
head girl being willing to follow my lead.

If Shelley had been there, I could have asked her
about Marina because, with Shelley just finishing her
final year at the English junior school, the two of
them were certainly in the same year, if not the same
class.  I’m sure Shelley must have mentioned her to me
before, but I couldn’t remember anything.

We decided to make an early start so we had plenty of
time without any need to rush.  Leanne was the first
to arrive.  She is short, with brown hair and eyes and
a quiet pleasant nature, rather a giggler. 
Mini-skirts are the fashion here now, and Leanne was
wearing a bright green one, looking quite pretty. 
Jenny had chosen some of her birthday presents to
wear, a loose white top with a frilly collar and a
short tight black skirt.  Leanne wished Jenny a happy
birthday, but it had been decided to keep the presents
for the real party.

Melissa was next to arrive.  She always reminds me a
little of a squirrel, which is helped by a bushy
ponytail down her back.  She has fair hair but dark
brown eyes, a cheerful face full of freckles and a
loveable mischievous smile.  She often does get up to
mischief, but it is always good-natured, and she is my
favourite among Jenny’s friends.  She was wearing a
pale orange top and skirt that suited her very well,
the elastic-waisted skirt resisting fashion rather as
it came down almost to her knees.

Now we waited for Scott and his head-girl sister to
arrive.  I didn’t know any of the family at all,
although I had seen Scott briefly at the end of last
term as I was coming home late and he was just going
home after visiting Jenny.  He is about the same
height as Jenny, with fair hair and blue eyes and a
very attractive grin.  That was all I knew about him,
but I doubted his head-girl sister would have anything
attractive about her.  Head girls never did, in my
experience.

Finally their car arrived, a little late but not badly
so.  The reflection on the windscreen in the early
morning sun prevented me from seeing inside the car as
it came down our driveway, and the first thing I saw
was the father’s head out of the window, addressing my
parents.  “Sorry we’re late, but Scott takes a long
time to get his act together,” he called out with a
cheerful smile.

Not in the least bit curious, I did not wait to see
the head girl emerge from the passenger seat, but went
round to be introduced to the father, knowing it was
important to put on an act of friendliness and
maturity.  My results over the years seem to show that
I do that rather well!

“Pleased to meet you, Roy,” the father greeted me with
a smile.  “I’m told you are an outstanding driver, so
I’m sure my two will be fine with you.  Here they are
- Marina and Scott.”

Looking over to the other side of the car, I saw the
small fair-haired boy with the friendly grin, and then
looked up at the girl standing behind him, expecting
to see a very prim and proper young lady sizing me up.
 I expected to give her a quick glance, a rather
forced smile and a brief hello, and then turn away. 
Instead I saw a remarkably attractive girl, quite tall
as I expected from a head girl, but with none of the
other qualities I had been sure I would find.

I did a double-take.  She seemed to have no
resemblance to Scott at all.  I didn’t expect her to,
as I had rather liked the look of Scott.  But this
Marina, if I had heard her name correctly, had dark
hair and warm brown eyes while he was fair.  I had
imagined long straight hair, neatly combed and tied,
with a parting down the middle, and a cold plain face
with cool, calculating eyes.  Marina’s hair was
shortish, not quite reaching her shoulders, wavy and
fell loosely over her forehead on the left.  Her eyes
were brown, warm and lively, and a little shy.  Her
face was delightfully open and fresh, with the rosy
cheeks of those recently come out from England.

I had imagined a stiff, starchy school-uniform type
dress, with a plain shirt and a brown skirt down to
mid-calf.  Instead, Marina was wearing an attractive
floral dress, tied at the waist and reaching most of
the way down to her knees.  She was wearing a
wide-brimmed hat that looked remarkably attractive on
her.  She certainly looked a lady, very feminine,
gentle and gracious.

In fact, I immediately realized I had seen her before.
 A few months ago I had been to the city’s English
library that services mainly our expatriate community.
 I had been choosing my books in the juvenile section
when I had suddenly seen this attractive dark-haired
girl squatting on the floor to study a book on the
bottom shelf.  I could see the side of her face, with
lovely smooth rosy cheeks as she paged through it, and
a soft slender neck emerging from the collar of an
elegant pink dress.  “This is a real lady,” I thought
to myself in awe, while realising that she was a few
years younger than myself.

In that library the shelves in the middle of the floor
are actually elevated about 30 centimetres above the
ground, perhaps to make cleaning the floor easier or
to avoid unlikely catastrophes like floods and
termites.  When I was younger I remember playing
peep-boo with friends underneath these shelves.  I
quietly nipped round to the far side of the shelf
where she was crouching and crouched down myself
opposite her, as if I too were studying the books. 
She was unable to see me there.

But I was able to see her, in certain circumstances. 
I glanced casually around to make sure that nobody was
watching me, but the place was almost deserted and I
was between two sets of shelves.  Then I lowered my
head and looked under the shelf.

I could see her soft brown sandals and short socks,
and her bent knees.  And, as I had hoped, I could see
up her skirt to soft, delicate panties, smooth and a
shade of very pale pink.  I almost gasped aloud with
the excitement of it all as I drank in the vision, and
then looked up again and nervously checked that still
nobody was watching me.  When I dared, I ducked my
head again, but she was just in the process of
standing up again and I missed anything further.

I suddenly felt deathly ashamed of myself.  I don’t
often do things like that in a way that would be
obvious to anybody watching me, but I had been
overcome by the attractiveness of this girl.  Now I
felt bitterly ashamed of myself that I had done such a
thing to a lady.

Usually I would have gone over and spoken to such an
attractive girl, but this time I felt too ashamed.  I
fingered the books, hoping she wouldn’t come round
this side and see me.  I stayed there for quite a
while, feeling a real heel, before I decided to
emerge, but still not feeling bold enough to face this
girl.  When I did come out, I looked around
surreptitiously for her but couldn’t see her anywhere.
 She must have taken the book and left.

I wondered who she was, but had no clue, although I
expected she was at the English school.  For weeks
afterwards I frequented the library at the same time
on the same day, often staying there an hour or two to
do some unnecessary work, but I never saw her again. 
I kept trying to visualise the soft rounded curves of
her legs underneath and the rounded hem of those soft
pink panties.   Now, suddenly and unexpectedly, here
she was.

She smiled at me with a hint of that shyness, her head
slightly on one side, and said, “Hello, Roy.  I’m
Marina.”  She had a really nice English accent of some
sort.  

“Er - hello, Marina,” I replied, slightly taken aback
at finding a girl so different from what I had
expected.  Then I remembered to smile, said, “Hello,
Scott,” and looked at him.  He was wearing a cheerful
grin, dressed in a floppy red shirt and loose blue
shorts, the coolest kit for this hot weather.  Not
knowing what else to do, I turned back to the father.

He did not stay long, but just wished Jenny a happy
birthday and then called his children to say goodbye
before he left.  “Goodbye, Daddy,” smiled Marina
warmly, kissing him and waving as he backed down the
drive.  Not head-girl type of behaviour at all.  Jenny
must have mixed her up with someone else, I thought.

Now it was time for us to leave, and I suddenly felt
quite excited at the thought of a day with Marina,
even though she was at least four years younger than
myself.  I climbed into the driver’s seat of our
family saloon and opened the doors for the others.

Marina climbed in the front, her skirt flowing loosely
and attractively around her legs.  She sat down,
smoothing it out with a casual brush of her hand, the
hem just short of her knees.  She looked at me again
with a slightly nervous smile.  The others had piled
in the back, with Leanne directly behind me on the
left, Scott and Jenny next, and Melissa on the far
side.  I discreetly adjusted the rear view mirror in
front of me so I could see what they were doing.

I looked at Marina again, who was fiddling with the
seat belt.  She was not quite familiar with it. 
“Here, this part goes in here,” I told her, pointing
and using the quiet, gentle tone that I always use
with attractive girls who are looking vulnerable.  She
clicked it shut, then looked at me, smiled still a
little nervously and said, “Thank you.”

I smiled back warmly, and then started the engine,
glancing in my rear-view mirror as I did.  The four
smaller ones were sitting shoulder to shoulder in the
back, with Scott talking.  Jenny sat next to him, and
I could clearly see her white panties between her
knees as her tight skirt rose well clear of her thighs
in the middle.  But then I knew Jenny’s clothing
inside out.

I noticed with surprise that as Scott sat there the
front of his shorts, presumably too well starched, had
ridden upwards and I could see his pale blue
underpants.  I wondered what Marina might be wearing
underneath her pretty dress today, and then pushed the
thought out of my mind.  I could not see much of
Leanne, directly behind me, but I could just see
Melissa in the far corner, her orange skirt spread out
over her lap.

We said goodbye to my parents and I reversed slowly
down the drive.  Then I set course for Santo Boladora,
watching the road carefully but also watching from the
corner of my eye Marina sitting next to me and the
four on the back seat.  Scott was clearly an animated
talker, and a real charmer as well, I thought,
listening to all the rubbish he was spouting, using
his hands to illustrate and 
fascinating the girls.  All the while his underpants
were showing in my mirror, just like a girl’s.  I
don’t usually have much sensual (rather than sexual)
interest in boys, but I really liked the look of
Scott, in spite of his nonsense.

I suppose I should have taken the initiative in
talking to Marina, but I had been quite unprepared for
a girl I could communicate with, let alone find really
attractive.  In fact, I felt my heart throbbing within
me with a strange sort of excitement such as I had
never really felt before with a girl, not even with
Lynn.  This girl was different.  I still couldn’t
imagine her as a head girl, organising other pupils. 
She was too human for that!

(To be continued)


MARINA  (CHAPTER 2)


Slowly Marina started to come out of her shell and
talk to me.  “Roy, have you been to Santo Bolo -
Boladora before?” she asked, stumbling over the
unfamiliar name.  Well, it wasn’t one of the most
famous parts of the country.  She leaned forward and
smiled as she spoke.

“Yes,” I answered.  “It’s great.  Great for picnics
and for - for walking around and things.”  It’s not
often that I’m tongue-tied.  Then I added, “Have
you?”, though it was obvious she had not.

“No,” she answered.  “I’m looking forward to it.” 
There was silence between us while the chattering went
in on the back seat, mainly from Scott, who was most
animated in his actions.  Jenny and Melissa could add
their bit, while Leanne sat quietly for the most part,
smiling and occasionally giggling.

After a while, Marina asked me, “How long have you
lived in this country?”

“All my life,” I answered.  “I was born here.  My
dad’s worked here for nearly twenty years.”

“Oh,” she answered.  There was a pause.  “Have you
only just started driving, then?”

“Oh, no, I’ve driven for about five years,” I
answered, and told her about it.  Then I thought to
ask her, “How long have you been in this country?”

“About eighteen months,” she answered.  She rubbed her
hands up and down her skirt.  “We used to live in
England.  Now my dad’s in the embassy here.”

Slowly the conversation got better between us.  As we
moved into the open countryside it was easier for me
to turn my head now and then to talk to her.  I
noticed what an honest, wide-open face she had, and
how thrilling it was to see different feelings and
expressions flitting across her face.  She always
seemed so interested as she asked me questions, and
always spoke with a smile and real enthusiasm.  My
heart pounded, and I hoped I would be able to
concentrate properly on driving.

Taking my courage in both hands at one point, I asked
her, “Do you have - any boyfriends?”

She laughed charmingly, sounding surprised.  “Not
really,” she answered.  “There are quite a few boys
I’m friendly with - but I haven’t found anybody
special.”

“Why not?” I dared to ask.

“I don’t know, really,” she answered, but as she said
it I could tell she realised it wasn’t altogether
true, and she tried to be more truthful.  “I - I
haven’t really found the boys I know who are - that
interesting - the right sort of person for me . . .” 
I think what she wanted to say, but thought it might
sound arrogant to say it, was that she hadn’t found
any boys mature enough for her.  My heart beat faster
as I realised the possibilities.

“What about you - do you have any girlfriends?” she
asked.  I couldn’t tell whether she was asking
casually or in revenge for my question, or whether she
was interested in filling a possible vacancy.  Knowing
her as I do know now, I’m sure it was just a casual
question.

I nearly said, “Not really,” but was afraid that Jenny
might hear me and contradict me.  Not that she seemed
to be doing anything but laughing along with Scott. 
So I answered casually, “Well, I’ve a friend in
Denmark,” feeling rather guilty.  “But I hardly ever
see her.  Just once a year.”

Marina wanted to know all about Lynn, so I told her,
without mentioning that we are naturists.  We
continued to talk for a while as I drove carefully
through the fields and olive groves towards Santo
Boladora.  Marina did most of the asking, and it
seemed to me after a while that she had run out of
questions as she went quiet.  Glancing at her, I saw
her head turned and she seemed to be staring out of
the window, resting her head back on the seat.  I
wondered if possibly she was feeling car-sick on the
rough roads, but didn’t like to ask her.

The chattering in the back seat continued.  Every now
and then Scott would burst into a noisy demonstration
of what he was saying.  As I drove, not interested in
the rubbish he seemed to be talking, I did pick up
something about a television film he had seen about a
war and how if he were a soldier like So-and-So he
would blow up this place and that place . . .

“Oh, Scott, that’s enough about that,” Melissa
reproved him in a funny voice, with a wide smile and
pretending to slap him.  “You just hold your peace!”

As I watched in my mirror, I saw Scott pull a funny
face and put his hands down the front of his shorts. 
The girls stared at him.  “What are you doing now?”
asked Melissa.

“I’m doing what you told me.  I’m holding my piss!”
retorted Scott precociously.

There was a squeal of rather shocked laughter from
Melissa and a giggle from Leanne.  “Oh, Scott,” Jenny
reproved him, frowning a bit.

“I’m holding my piss,” repeated Scott, enjoying the
attention he was getting.  “Do you want to see my
piss?”

I glanced over at Marina to see her reaction to her
brother’s silliness.  I saw her head leaning on her
right hand, up by the window, and her eyes were
closed.  She was asleep!

As I looked at her, I happened to notice that the
sleeve on her dress was loose and I could see inside. 
My chest tightened with excitement as I could see that
she was not wearing a bra or even a vest, perhaps for
the sake of coolness.  I could just see part of her
chest with a little mound on it, and a little pink
nipple on the end.  It looked as if she had one of
those lovely little breasts that I call a Mount
Fujiyama breast - a straight gentle slope upwards, a
little point on the top, and a straight gentle slope
downwards again.  Not very big, but just enough to be
cute.  I suddenly felt an excitement in my loins.

Meanwhile things were happening in the back seat. 
Melissa was giggling and saying, “Scott, you wouldn’t
dare!”

“Yes, I would,” the boy claimed, one hand still inside
his shorts and the other placed just on top at the
point where his legs met.

“Scott, you wouldn’t!” giggled Melissa again, sounding
as if she were quite sure that he would.

“Yes, you would,” put in Jenny in a bored tone, as a
naturist quite uninterested in the event which was
shocking the other two.

“What about you, Leanne?  Do you think I would or I
wouldn’t?” Scott asked her.

“You wouldn’t,” giggled Leanne.

“Well, you’re wrong.”  I could see clearly as Scott
reached inside one leg of his shorts and pulled out a
little white penis.  I couldn’t see it clearly in the
mirror.  “Here you are.  I’m still holding my piss.” 
He giggled excitedly at his own daring.  “Come and
look at it,” he urged them, turning towards Jenny and
Melissa.

Melissa and Leanne squealed and giggled again.  But
Melissa leaned across Jenny to have a closer look.

“Now you show me yours,” Scott demanded.  He pulled
his underpants and shorts back over his penis again. 
“It’s your turn.”  He looked at Melissa with a naughty
grin.

Melissa giggled.  She quickly flashed her skirt up and
down towards Scott, giving me a glimpse of pink
panties underneath.  “There.  That’s all you’re going
to see, you naughty boy.”

“I showed you more than that,” insisted Scott.  But
Melissa sat back with her arms folded.  “It’s all
you’re going to see,” she repeated.

“Jenny, show me yours,” urged Scott.

“Oh, this is silly,” replied Jenny, looking annoyed. 
“I’m not playing this rude game.”  As a naturist, she
was quite uninterested in this kind of behaviour but
wrote it off as unnecessary and contemptible.

Scott turned to Leanne.  “Show me yours, then,” he
demanded.

“I didn’t see yours the first time,” answered Leanne,
which probably wasn’t true.

“Well, here you are, then,” said Scott, leaning back
and pulling up the leg of his shorts again.  His
little penis lay on its side against his groin, with
two little testicles underneath.

Melissa leaned forward again.  “It’s not very big,”
she commented.

“I can make it bigger when I shake it,” claimed Scott,
picking it up between his fingers and wiggling it
hard.

I thought I had better say something.  Without turning
round, I said, “Why are you showing off, Scott?  I’m
sure the girls have seen it all before, haven’t you,
girls?”

“Yes,” responded Melissa to my leading question, and
Leanne added, “Yes, lots of times.”

Scott tried not to look abashed as he slipped his
penis back inside his shorts and asked Leanne, “When
have you seen?”

“My brother,” answered Leanne.  “He’s eight.  I’ve
seen his lots of times.  It’s bigger than yours and
he’s only eight.”

For the first time Scott seemed rather embarrassed. 
“I can make mine as big as I want to,” he claimed. 
“If I shake it enough, it goes this long.”  He spread
out his hands about 30 centimetres apart.

“Ah, Scott, nobody has a penis that long,” scoffed
Jenny, making her mark at last.

“How do you know?” Scott demanded.

“We’re naturists, Roy and I,” explained Jenny.  “And
Shelley.  We often swim and do things when we’re
naked.  We belong to a club and there are lots of
people there who like being naked.  None of them has a
penis as long as you said, anything like.”

“You mean you walk round everywhere naked?” put in
Leanne, as if she could not believe her ears, which
had given her the wrong message anyway.

“Oh, no, we do it in private so we don’t annoy other
people,” Jenny explained.  I noticed at this point
that Marina had woken up and was looking rather
bleary-eyed.  “We do it in our garden and in Shelley’s
garden, and we go to the Orindo Sun Club at the
weekend, and about a hundred people go there sometimes
to be naked.  And sometimes Roy takes us to a private
part of the countryside where we can go for a walk
naked.”

Melissa was frowning and looking slightly startled at
this unexpected information.  “But why do you all go
naked?” she wanted to know, turning round and looking
at Jenny.

“It’s such fun,” explained Jenny.  “You feel so free. 
You can run about and play and do things without even
a swimming costume on.  And you don’t have to be
afraid of anybody seeing you, because everybody is
like that and nobody minds.”

The others looked slightly shocked.  Marina was
looking at Jenny with a very thoughtful expression on
her face.

“Is Roy a naturist too?” asked Scott.

“Yes, I am,” I answered, as I had to, but rather
afraid this might turn Marina against me.  She would
know eventually, of course, but I don’t usually want
people to find out too soon, or many of them think me
weird before they even have a chance to get to know
me.  I thought I had better let her know where I stood
on the matter, though.  “So we know in our family
there’s no need to be silly about any parts of our
bodies or anything like that.”

I could see from the corner of my eye that Marina was
looking at me intently, but I couldn’t tell what she
was thinking.  Probably she didn’t know either.  She
must have realised that something had been going on in
the back seat but she had missed it.  Scott was
sitting there with his arms folded, pulling a face,
with his penis safely out of sight, if not under lock
and key, inside his shorts, which were pressed down on
top now so that his underpants no longer showed.

“Are we going to have to take off our clothes at Santo
Boladora?” Leanne asked hesitantly, probably just to
feel safe.

“No, we only do that when we’re with other naturists,”
I said.  “Besides, we’d get sunburnt today without
clothes.”

Scott giggled.  “Imagine getting a sunburnt bottom,”
he giggled, pushing himself up in his seat and patting
his own bottom underneath.  “We would have to stand
all the time because we couldn’t sit down.”

“Please, Scott, no silly talk,” Marina asked him
quietly.  Scott was quiet, and for the first, but not
the last, time I was surprised at how much quiet
authority Marina had over him.  This head girl was
very capable, despite coming in most unexpected
packaging!

“Sorry to fall asleep,” Marina smiled at me shyly.  “I
always do that in cars.”

“How much longer to Santa Banana?” demanded Scott
loudly, and his fan club in the back seat all giggled.

“Only about ten minutes,” I answered.  We were just
coming to the foothills and would be climbing shortly.
 I was driving at less than fifty kilometres an hour
on the rather rough, pot-holed dirt roads, and almost
the only traffic was a few mule carts.  We could see
the mountains ahead of us, orange and brown, not very
high but rocky, with interesting shapes.

“That mountain over there looks like a fish with a
crash helmet on,” giggled Scott, getting the desired
response from the back seat.  He could be annoying,
but I thought it must be almost impossible to dislike
him.  Once again, as I so often do, I found that just
having seen his penis gave me an extra feeling of
warmth for him.  I don’t often feel like that with
boys.  “Imagine a fish riding a motor bike,” Scott
went on, earning another round of giggles.

Marina looked at me and smiled, shaking her head
hopelessly at her brother’s behaviour.  I smiled back,
our eyes linking for a lovely moment before I had to
return my attention to the road.

(To be continued)


MARINA  (CHAPTER 3)


Santo Boladora is not an official picnic spot or
national park, but just an area out in the countryside
that is wonderful to visit but little known.  That
actually is part of the reason why it is so wonderful
to visit.

So there are no car parks or tourist footpaths or
anything like that.  I think the others expected it to
be, especially Marina, who was surprised and perhaps a
little nervous to find it such a wilderness area.  The
road took us past the central part of Santo Boladora,
and I headed for the large shady tree under which we
always park.  I saw with a little annoyance that there
was another car, a sports car, already parked there,
so we would not be quite alone.

“Do we just park here under the tree?” asked Marina in
surprise, as I drew the car in and switched off the
engine.

“Oh, yes, there’s no sort of car park here,” I
answered.  “I told you it was rugged!”

I unlocked all the doors from the central switch and
we all clambered out of the car, rather stiff.  We
looked towards the nearby mountain, about a mile away,
the largest of the range but still not much more than
a high hill.  I should think it’s really only called a
mountain because it is so rocky.

“Hooray!” shouted Scott at the top of his voice,
stretching his arms high into the air with fists
clenched like a footballer who had just scored a goal.
 I was just behind him, so I tickled him gently under
the armpits and he collapsed to the ground, writhing
with laughter.

I am certainly not gay, but there are a few little
boys who have a similar effect on me that little girls
do.  Not to abuse them in any way, but a kind of
protective love and sensual appreciation of them.  I
knelt down over Scott and tickled his ribs, while he
wriggled like a fish and screamed helplessly with
laughter.

“Blue underpants,” commented Melissa with a giggle,
looking at Scott on his back kicking his legs wildly
in the air as I attended to him.

Time to make a point, I thought.  I smiled at Scott,
stood up and spoke quietly to Melissa, but so
everybody could hear.  “You know, Melissa, we don’t
say silly things about underpants or panties or
anything else that some silly people like to laugh
about,” I said gently.  “These things don’t matter. 
We respect other people and take them just the way
they are.  All right?”  I glanced round at them all.

“All right,” mumbled Melissa, a little ashamed, and
Leanne nodded.  Jenny was pulling the grinning Scott
to his feet, covered in dust.

“I know the way,” said Jenny.  “So I’ll be the
leader.”

“All right,” I agreed.  I picked up the pack of water
and snacks to take with us, leaving further supplies
in the car for our return, and locked it carefully. 
We all had a good long drink to prepare ourselves for
a hot day.

We were just about to set off when Leanne came up to
Marina and I heard her whisper, “I need to do a wee.”

“Oh, dear,” responded Marina.  She turned to me. 
“Roy, are there any toilets here?”

“Not for kilometres around,” I replied.  “But we
always just do it in the bush.  There’s nobody here to
mind.  Do you want to go behind the tree there,
Leanne?”

Leanne looked at it doubtfully.  It was rather
exposed.  “If you can wait until we get to the
mountain, there are some better places there,” I said.

Leanne decided she could wait, so we set off in single
file down a narrow dirt path, with scrubby grass and
some miserable-looking olive trees on either side. 
Jenny was in front, followed by Scott, Melissa and
Leanne, while Marina and I brought up the rear.

“It’s certainly hot,” smiled Marina, brushing her hair
back under her hat with a sweaty hand.  “I don’t feel
as if I have much energy.”

“Borrow some of Scott’s,” I grinned, watching him
swinging his hips and waltzing up the path behind
Jenny.

We walked for about ten minutes before the path began
to lead uphill between rocks, with a few trees still
growing on the slopes.  Leanne turned round and
whispered to Marina, “Shall I go here?”

“Yes, I think so,” replied Marina, so Leanne slipped
quickly round a large rock on her left.

The others in front stopped to see why there was a
hold-up, and Scott immediately knew what was going on.
 With a mischievous grin on his face, he began to
creep around the rock to spy on Leanne.

I was just about to speak when Marina said gently,
“Scott, remember what Roy said about silliness and
respecting people.”  Scott grinned sheepishly and
walked back to his place on the path next to Jenny. 
Once again Marina had shown surprisingly strong
authority over a mischievous brother in a quiet way, a
remarkable achievement.

Leanne soon returned, looking slightly embarrassed,
and we set off again.  It was now a mixture of steep
walking and climbing, among the rocks and over some. 
The mountainside is thick with rocks, and it makes an
exciting scramble without too long a climb in the
heat.

About halfway up we have to pass between two large
rocks by climbing up a very steeply sloped rock
between them, about five metres long.  “This is how we
climb it,” announced Jenny.  She turned round, sat
down facing us and propelled herself backwards like a
crab up the rock face.

I saw Scott’s eyes gleam as we got a big view of her
shiny white panties, standing out brilliantly against
the black of her skirt.  He opened his mouth to
comment, but just remembered in time, and shut it
again.  Scott followed her up the same way, his blue
underpants again visible under his loose shorts as he
back-pedalled.

Melissa went next, but she went up the conventional
way, forwards on hands and legs.  Her skirt rose up at
the back, but not far enough to reveal anything. 
Leanne’s skirt was shorter and she showed her plain
white cotton panties at the back as she scrambled up
the same way as Melissa had done.

All the time I was thinking about Marina.  My heart
beat excitedly at the possibility of seeing her
panties again, but even more strongly came the
protective feeling for her that didn’t want to cause
her the slightest embarrassment.  As Leanne reached
the top, I stepped forward to go next so that Marina
would not have to go up with me standing below
watching her.

But Marina was already there, placing her hands at the
bottom of the rock.  “Here I go!” she called gaily,
and laughed as she propelled herself swiftly upwards. 
Her skirt blew up slightly at the back in the wind,
just revealing a glimpse of her soft white panties
covering her bottom and curving between her legs.  I
almost lost control of myself.  She clearly wasn’t
giving the slightest thought to my watching her as she
reached the top with an excited laugh, a little-girl
look of delight on her face.  And this was the head
girl, 
I reminded myself!

I was just about to join them at the top when Scott
sat down, put his knees up and slid back down the rock
towards me.  I’m sure he meant it just in fun, but his
loose shorts did not do the job he expected.  As soon
as he set off sliding downwards, his shorts rode up
and he found himself scraping his bare bottom on the
rock.  He yelled and scrambled to his feet, face white
with pain, halfway down, couldn’t stop and came
careering downwards at full speed, crashing into me
and almost knocking me off my feet.  If I hadn’t been
there to catch him, he would have hurt himself badly.

He fell to the ground, clutching his bottom and giving
a wail, which he suddenly cut off after two seconds,
perhaps realising that the girls would hear him.  He
tried not to cry, but pulled up the back of his shorts
to look at the damage.  He had ripped his shorts, too,
with a long jagged tear halfway up one side, well
above the place where his legs disappeared inside his
underpants.  His skin was badly scraped, only bleeding
slightly but bright pink and certainly sore.

Marina came scrambling down the slope as quickly as
she could in her anxiety, flashes of white showing
between her pumping legs.  She took him in her arms
and he had a two-second cry against her chest before
he realised that this might look babyish and pulled
away.  Then she had a look at his wounds.

“That must be very sore,” she decided.  “But there’s
nothing we can do about them out here.  Can you carry
on all right?”

“Yes,” Scott answered, trying to put on a brave face. 
I advised him to put some spittle on the grazes, which
he did.  He turned and climbed back upwards again,
forwards this time, slowly and painfully.

Marina went as close as she could beside him, to make
sure he was all right.  My heart lurched and I felt a
sudden need for the toilet as I watched her climb. 
Part of her skirt had got folded upwards at the back,
and in any case she seemed to be bending further
forwards this time out of concern for Chad.  I could
see her white panties all the way round the back,
fastened snugly around her thighs, all the way
underneath and round, following the shape of her
bottom and hanging more loosely in the middle across
the crack in between.  Greedily my eyes sucked in
every detail, even the stitching around the elastic
edges and a single thread of cotton hanging a couple
of centimetres down on one side.  It was so precious,
because it all belonged to the girl I suddenly
realised I loved!  I struggled hard to keep the
enraptured smile off my face.

When they reached the top I joined them to find the
girls all examining Scott’s wounds with great
sympathy.  He didn’t seem to mind showing them, and
was starting to look a little proud of them.  “I tore
my shorts so now everyone can see my underpants,” he
announced, pulling a funny face.  “Poor me.  Boo hoo!”

“It doesn’t matter, Scott,” Melissa assured him
tenderly.  She seemed to have learned the lesson well.

“Sliding down rocks is one thing naturists can’t do,”
Scott grinned, looking at me.  “They wouldn’t have any
bums left.”

“We can if it’s smooth and wet,” I told him.

“What, our bums or the rock?” joked Scott.

“Best both,” I grinned back at him.

We carried on upwards, Scott walking rather painfully
behind Jenny, who was still leading.  We were aiming
for the shoulder of the mountain so we could cross to
the other side.  Marina walked just in front of me,
her skirt sometimes in front of my nose as we climbed,
keeping me tense and excited, but without any further
result.

Suddenly we came up against a high rock wall, and I
knew we had taken a wrong turn.  Just after the steep
rock we should have taken a left turn instead of going
straight on, and I hadn’t noticed because I was still
thinking about Scott’s accident.  No, I was still
thinking about Marina!  I loved the eagerness on her
face as she had scrambled up that steep rock for the
first time.  And I loved the way she did it, like a
little girl completely unconscious of what she was
showing me and what had remained so vividly in my
mind.

“We went the wrong way,” I explained as we looked at
the rock wall, about three metres high.  The rock was
uneven and bits stuck out here and there.  I was sure
I could climb it, but what about the others?  “We’ll
have to climb up it, or else go back.”

“We can climb it!” said Scott confidently.  “Let’s
go!”

“Shall we try?” I asked the others.  “I can help you
if you need it.”

They all agreed.  “Bags first!” exclaimed Scott,
starting to climb.  His sore red bottom rose past my
nose as he scrambled.  He was nearly at the top when
he lifted a leg to put it on a small ledge, revealing
metres of underpants up his shorts leg as he did so,
and found he couldn’t quite reach it.  “I’m stuck,” he
said.

“Do you want a push?” I asked, seeking permission
before touching him in a delicate part.  When he
agreed, I stood on tiptoe and stretched up with my
hand, just able to reach him.  I gave his bottom a
gentle push, feeling the curve and the edge of his
underpants beneath my fingers.  This was all he
needed, and he scrambled up.

Jenny was next, and she too managed well until she
reached the same place as Scott, so again I put my
hand on her little bottom, at the bottom of her
panties, to push her up.  Then Melissa went, and with
her skirt being a little longer I managed to push it
in so that I would not handle her panties as I pushed
her up.

“Gee, you can see everyone’s panties when they’re
climbing,” said Leanne, who was next.

“Oh?  Well, can’t be helped - it doesn’t matter,” I
said casually, as if I hadn’t noticed.

“You’ll see mine as well,” she said as she started
climbing.  She had actually tried to tuck her skirt
into the elastic legs of her panties, but the skirt
was too short and it was soon all out again.  I had no
choice but to push her on her panties covering her
cute little bottom to help her get up.  She didn’t
seem to mind too much.

I was a bit worried about what Leanne had said, afraid
that Marina might become embarrassed at the knowledge
that I would see her panties as well.  She did indeed
look unhappy when it was her turn, but I soon realised
it was nothing to do with that.

She tried to climb but, looking at her, I saw she was
wearing hard, rather slippery shoes, most unsuitable
for climbing.  She almost slipped, and clung on to the
ledges for dear life.  “Do you need more help?” I
asked her gently.

“I - I can’t do it,” she gasped, looking down at me
from about a foot above my head.  “I think I’ll fall!”
 My heart leapt as I could see tears in her eyes.  She
looked so vulnerable and helpless I longed to take her
in my arms that moment.  What a strange mixture of
little girl and head girl she was!

“Look, perhaps you can stand on my shoulders, and I
can hold you,” I suggested.  I crouched down next to
her, my head on line with her knees, but I did not
look up, tempting though it was.  “Come on, put your
foot on my shoulders.”

Very carefully she did so, and I could tell she was
worried about hurting me.  But I could have taken
willingly any amount of pain to help Marina.  In a
moment she was standing on my shoulders, her hard
shoes digging into my skin.

“What do I do now?” I heard her trembling voice from
above.

“Hold on with your hands,” I said, reaching up with my
own hands.  I could feel her skirt above my head, and
put my hands over it, holding on to her thighs through
it.  Then, slowly and carefully, I began to stand up
with her balanced on my shoulders.  She gasped as I
pushed her upwards.  It was a struggle, but slowly I
was straightening my legs.
 
“What’s the matter, Marina?” I heard Jenny’s voice
from above.

“She can’t climb in her shoes,” I explained.  By now I
was gasping for breath but standing upright.  “Can you
reach the top?” I asked her.

“Yes, but I - I can’t pull myself up,” she gasped.

“We’ll help!” came Scott’s voice.  I felt her weight
lift slightly from my shoulders, and then came her
terrified voice, “Don’t let go!”

“It’s all right, I’ll never let you fall,” I called
up.  I grabbed her right leg just above her ankles
with both hands and pushed.  Her left leg found a
ledge, and suddenly she was scrambling over the top. 
I dared to look upwards and saw her scrambling legs
reaching upwards inside her skirt, and those white
panties at the top, stretching across in the middle as
her legs were wide apart . . . I grabbed my penis
quickly, hunched up against the rock wall where those
above could not see me, and released the pressure
quickly.

(To be continued)


MARINA  (CHAPTER 4)


“Come on up now, Roy,” I heard Jenny’s voice calling
me.

“In a minute.  Marina, are you up all right?” I called
up.

“Yes, thanks.  Thank you - very much,” she answered in
a gasp.

“Right, coming,” I called back, shaking myself dry and
restoring my member to its place.  It took me only
three or four seconds to scramble up at the top.  The
four younger children were standing on the very edge
as I climbed, giving me a view of panties from the
front so that I could see as far as the belly button,
in Leanne’s case.

I pulled myself over the edge with help from the four
younger ones, but I was looking for Marina.  She was
standing at the back, looking rather shaky.  “Roy,
you’re so strong,” she gasped, trying to smile. 
“Thank - thank you.”

“All my muscles are at your service, ma’am!” I
declared, throwing my arms wide and pretending to give
her a hug.  Only it was no game and I was only
pretending that I was pretending.  I flung my arms
around her, though scarcely touching her as I did not
yet have the courage, and she looked up at me and gave
me a beautiful smile.  Then she laid her head for a
moment against my chest.  My heart melted.

As I released her, I saw Scott step to the edge of the
rock wall, put his hand inside his trousers, pull out
a tiny penis, push back the foreskin and begin to
urinate over the edge.  “Oh, gross!” I heard the
chorus from the girls, but Melissa and Leanne at least
stared in fascination as he did so.

Marina saw it as she turned round.  “Scott!” she
reprimanded him, sounding astounded, and then stopped,
still rather shaken by her experience.  Actually I
found out later that her main problem was that she had
been head girl in the school the younger ones
attended, and was afraid she had made a fool of
herself and disgraced her position in front of them.

Scott smiled round, still spraying out his wobbly
stream of urine as far as he could.  “I’ve got to do
it somewhere,” he said cheerily.  “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does if other people don’t like it,” I replied, as
he finished off and shook his penis dry before putting
it back into his shorts.  It was pretty small, even
for a boy of his age, now I could see it more clearly
than I had been able to in the car, but it looked
really quite cute, in a way.  Then he stared over the
ledge to try to see where it had all gone.

“Look!” said Melissa suddenly, pointing behind us. 
“We’re at the top.”

We weren’t actually at the top of the mountain, but we
had at least finished climbing the shoulder. 
Forgetting about Scott’s performance, Melissa and
Leanne ran over to have a look on the far side,
followed by Scott himself.  Jenny chased them, while I
followed with Marina.

“Sorry about Scott,” Marina apologised.  “He shouldn’t
have done that.  He’s a bit too lively.”

“Oh, he’ll learn,” I said.  “I like him.  And it
doesn’t matter at all to me.”

“Goodness, look at that view!” exclaimed Marina, her
face lighting up.

The view was perhaps more impressive because it was
unexpected.  We were not particularly high up, but the
countryside spread in front of us on the other side
like a basin.  We could see a few farms, but it was
mostly open countryside, rather brown after weeks of
summer heat.  In the distance was another range of
hills.

“What’s that noise?” asked Marina, listening.

“Water,” I answered.  “There’s a waterfall here.  Come
and see.”

Jenny was already on her way down, pulling off her
loose white blouse as she did so.  Such was the heat,
especially after the long walk and climb, that I was
desperate to cool down, and was sure the others were. 
My heart beat quicker, too, as I wondered what the
others would do down there - especially Marina . . .

Across the valley to our left was another hill.  “Hey,
look at them!” suddenly shouted Scott, pointing.

A little stream was pouring out from a hole in the
side of the hill.  Several older boys, the less
inhibited local inhabitants, were playing there, and
we could hear them shouting as they had fun.  They
were sliding down the stream on their bottoms,
reaching quite a speed as they reached the bottom and
crashed into some thin undergrowth.

“Hey, they’re naked!” exclaimed Leanne, staring.

“Yes - Scott, I told you naturists could slide down
rocks,” I said.  I knew who these older boys were now.
 It was their car that was parked under the tree next
to ours.  “They’re members of a local soccer club,” I
said.  “They come here sometimes for an early morning
run.  They must have decided to have some fun before
they go home.”

“They won’t - bother us, will they?” asked Marina, a
slight note of alarm in her voice.

“Oh, no, they’ll be off home soon,” I replied,
laughing as one of the boys skidded too far at the
bottom and tumbled over and over on the ground.  He
picked himself up and waved in triumph to his friends
at the top.

The boys were too far away to see clearly, but it was
possible to make out black patches at the spot where
their legs met the bodies, and when they moved or
stood in certain positions unidentifiable appendages
bobbing about between their legs.  But, as local boys,
they were much more careless about displaying
themselves than those of stodgy British stock.

“You can see their – things,” Melissa informed us,
staring hard in fascination with her mouth hard open.

“Their ding-dongs,” put in Scott, flapping his hand up
and down to demonstrate the bouncing of a loose penis
and grinning with self-satisfaction at supplying the
correct term.  A glance from Marina turned him off
instantaneously – for a minute or so, at least.

Melissa and Leanne almost stumbled several times,
their eyes being turned elsewhere, as we slowly began
to make our way downwards.  Clearly this was a new
experience for them.

“Let’s us do that when they’ve gone,” suggested Scott
excitedly, coming back to life again.

“We’ll see,” I smiled.  “It could be a bit dangerous.”

“Come on,” insisted Jenny from some way below us.  The
roar of the waterfall was quite loud now, but the
waterfall itself was hidden among the bushes and trees
to our right.  A fast-flowing stream, gushing and
foaming, was pouring out of those bushes over the
rocks, but there were also several large quiet pools
where it was always a pleasure to swim.  Jenny was
standing by one of them, wearing only her panties now,
and calling for the rest of us to join her.  
Normally she would have been naked, but she knows she
should not strip off completely when with people who
are not naturists.

“Yippee!” cried Scott, rushing down the hillside to
join her, stripping off his shirt.  The other smaller
girls followed at a careful run, while I stayed with
Marina, who was looking rather uncertain.

Jenny and Scott plunged into the pool in their
underwear, splashing and screaming.  “Ooh, that stings
my bottom!” exclaimed Scott, taking things more
carefully with his grazes.  Leanne hesitated, and then
decided to take the plunge.  She unbuttoned and pulled
off her dress, and then joined them in her white
cotton panties.  Melissa hesitated a little longer,
then removed her top and skirt, adjusted her pink
panties self-consciously and waded in.

I reached the bottom and began undressing, hoping
Marina would follow suit.  But by the time I had
reached my underpants she was still standing there
looking uncertain.  I looked at her.

“Come on, Roy!” shouted Scott, splashing me.

“Come on, Marina!” shouted the girls.

“Are you coming?” I asked her encouragingly as I waded
in.

“I - don’t really think I ought to,” she answered. 
“No, I’ll just sit and watch you all.”  She smiled and
sat on a rock.

Disappointed, I wet myself all over in the pool,
splashed Scott and then got out again to join her.  I
sat down on the ground in front of her, where I could
just get a glimpse of her panties as she sat
carelessly with her legs slightly open.

“Ah, that feels so much better!” I exclaimed, not too
pointedly, I hoped.  “If you feel shy, though, that’s
all right,” I added casually.  “I’d like you to join
us, but I understand.”

“No, I’m not really shy of it,” she said slowly,
screwing up her face as she thought how to explain her
feelings.  “It’s just - I’ve been to the same school
as these other girls.”

“And Jenny says you were head girl,” I said.

“Yes,” admitted Marina.  “It’s not easy.  You have to
be - above the others, in a way.  The head was always
trying to get us to be - dignified, he said, when we
were with them.  It was awful for me - on the rock
back there.”  She drew to a stop.

“You mean you feel you let the school down a bit?” I
prompted her, beginning to understand how she was
feeling.

“Well, yes,” she agreed.  “I - it was difficult, and I
didn’t know how to do it.”  All the time she was
staring into space, quite unaware of where I was
trying not to stare as she had opened her legs a bit
more and leaned forward.

“And are you still head girl?” I asked her.

“Not any more,” she replied.  “I finished junior
school at the end of last term.”

I smiled warmly and gently.  “So do you think you
still need to feel that way?” I asked.

“Well - I suppose not,” she admitted with a weak
smile.

“I know, it’s difficult for you to change the way you
deal with the girls who used to be under you,” I said.
 “But is the head girl behaviour the real you?”

She looked at me and smiled.  “No, I suppose not,” she
repeated.  “Not at all, actually.”  She smiled widely
and laughed.

Then she changed the subject.  “You said in the car
you were a - a naturist, that your whole family were
naturists,” she said, looking at me with her forehead
charmingly wrinkled and her eyes puzzled.  “I’ve never
thought about that sort of life before.  I’d always -
well - thought it was rather naughty to run round
naked.  In public, anyway.  Those boys . . .”  She
came to a halt.

“Well, we don’t run round more than anyone else,
really,” I laughed.  “We just find it great to be
natural and free, and not worried about what other
silly people may think of us.  But we only do it with
other naturists.  We don’t want to offend people who
may be very strict about that sort of thing.”

Marina looked very mature as she thought this through.
 “Well, I suppose most of us are, well, sort of
naturists when we’re young,” she said carefully. 
“When Scott and I were little we used to have our
baths together and sometimes walk about the house
naked.  But then when I was about eight or nine some
of my friends got very conscious of their bodies and
were really rather silly about being naked and boys
seeing us and all that sort of thing.  So I got a sort
of feeling that I shouldn’t really be naked except in
private or when we were changing for swimming and that
sort of thing.

“But you know,” she said, looking at me with such
loveable openness, “really I often like dancing around
my room naked just like a little girl, and wishing I
could swim naked in our pool, but I don’t dare.  I
find it fun, but sometimes wonder if I’m being a bit
naughty!”  She giggled.

“No, I’m sure most people feel that way,” I told her. 
“I certainly do, and I get the feeling Scott does!  So
it’s such fun to be a naturist where that sort of
thing is good, and it’s allowed.”

I could tell mixed feelings were flooding through
Marina’s mind.  She was so mature in the way she
thought things through, but so delightfully childlike
in her openness and the feelings and expressions that
kept pouring across her face.  “I suppose it’s the
head girl feeling again, in a way,” she smiled. 
“Doing what I think I’m supposed to do instead of what
I really feel like.”

I didn’t want to put pressure on her.  I was sure that
with this open responsive girl I would win before too
long anyway.  “It’s the real you that I want to see,”
I told her gently, smiling back into her eyes.  “But
anyway, if swimming bothers you right now, forget it. 
Want to come and see the waterfall?”

(To be continued)


MARINA  (CHAPTER 5)


Marina and I walked together towards the trees and
bushes, following the tumbling stream back towards its
source.

“Will the others be all right while we’re gone?”
Marina asked, looking back to where they were
splashing around happily in their underwear.

“Oh, yes, we won’t go far,” I answered.  “It only
takes a minute, and then we can see right up to the
waterfall.”

I led the way around a thick bush, wading through some
ankle-deep water as I did so.  I had taken my shoes
off already, but Marina hadn’t.  “I’ll have to take my
shoes and socks off - please wait!” she called.

I came back round as she sat down on the gently
sloping rock to remove them, completely unaware or
unconcerned that I was getting a marvellous view of
her panties as she raised her knees, spreading her
legs apart in the most natural way of doing the job
efficiently.  Clear, virgin white they were, beautiful
on the eye.   At least she hadn’t realised that this
was hardly what her old school would think of as a
suitable position for a head girl!  I watched in
tenderness and fascination, thinking of other girls I
had seen, doing the same thing, but with knees
together, pressed down on the ground at one side,
hands reaching back to their feet and every bit of
posture shouting out, “I’m not going to let you see my
panties!”  That always disappoints and disgusts me! 
Give me girls who are free of that!

All too soon, Marina scrambled to her feet again, and
I smiled at her, holding out a hand, although it
wasn’t really necessary.  She clasped mine in her warm
hand as I led her along the banks of the stream for
perhaps twenty metres, among the trees and shrubbery. 
Then we rounded some thick bushes and, by peering up
the stream, we could see through further shrubbery and
a thin canopy of trees the bottom of the waterfall,
only about two metres wide but thundering with water. 
The water itself was rushing down the stream next to
us, foaming and bubbling.

Marina stared at it, fascinated.  “That’s lovely,” she
exclaimed.  “And it’s so cool in here, too.  We’d
better get back to the others, then may we go and look
more closely?”

“Yes, certainly,” I agreed as we turned back, still
holding hands.

We had just started back when there was a rustling in
the bushes in front of us and Leanne came through in
her little white panties.  I quickly dropped Marina’s
hand.  Leanne beckoned to us and said, “Come and see.”

Wondering what it was, we followed her.  I hoped
nothing had gone wrong with the others, but Leanne
didn’t seem too bothered.  Then we rounded the final
bush and saw what she was on about.  Jenny and Scott
had both removed their underwear and were now naked. 
Jenny was splashing around happily while Scott was
looking round over his shoulder towards us rather
guiltily, little penis sticking out at the side,
looking rather as if it had a spout with the foreskin
pulled over the end.

Marina gave a murmur, probably of slightly disturbed
surprise, as she saw them, but I wanted to handle
this.  Cunning it may be, but I love to encourage
nudity without making it look as if I’m doing so.  So
I said to her, “Let’s see what Jenny has to say first,
all right?”

Walking over with Marina just behind me, I asked,
“Jenny, what’s going on?  You know you’re not allowed
to go naked when we’re with people who aren’t
naturists.”

“It was Scott,” explained Jenny, standing up to face
us unashamedly naked and quick to tell tales.  “He
said let’s play naturists.  So we did.”

“It’s her birthday, so she should be in her birthday
suit,” Scott chipped in cheekily, but still looking a
little apprehensive.

“But what about the others?” I asked, meaning Leanne
and Melissa.  “They might feel very bad to see you
like that.”  Melissa was standing there next to Jenny
in her thin pink panties, which were now so wet that
they had become rather transparent and the outline of
her vagina showed clearly as the material clung to her
skin.

“I don’t really mind,” answered Melissa, to my
satisfaction, shaking her head with a smile.

“Neither do I,” added Leanne.  But obviously she had
thought we ought to know.

I turned to Marina.  “You know, I’m happy enough for
them to stay like that, since nobody else is worried
and we’re in private,” I said.  We were out of sight
of the boys on the next hill.  “But I won’t have them
doing anything that offends you.  What do you think?”

The way I put it, I thought if she was undecided at
all, she would agree with me.  I hoped I had made it
seem the most reasonable thing to agree.  And so it
was.  Marina went a little red, smiled, shook her head
and said, “It doesn’t really matter.”

I turned to the others and said, “Now you’re cool
again, let’s go further up and see the waterfall. 
There’s a super pool to swim in up there as well.”

We gathered our clothes and moved on, Scott and Jenny
still naked, although Scott was perhaps not feeling
quite comfortable as he walked along holding his
underpants shielding his penis most of the time. 
Jenny again wanted to lead, so we followed her smooth
light brown bare back and bottom as they weaved in and
out among the bushes.

The noise of the water grew louder as we approached,
and some of the trees were slowly dripping with the
light spray that constantly fell on them.  The last
ten metres or so we had to wade through an ankle-deep
torrent of water at the edge of the stream as the
bushes grew right up close to it.  We were getting a
clearer view of the waterfall all the time, much to
Marina’s delight.

Finally we broke out into the open and saw the top of
the waterfall, under the blue sky, about twenty yards
above us.  The torrent of water hurtled into a round
pool at the bottom, about twenty yards wide.  The pool
was surrounded by shaded rocks where it was possible
to sit and put our clothes.

“Just wait before you jump in,” I warned the others. 
“Most of this pool is only about three or four feet
deep, but if you go too close to the waterfall itself
there is a big dip that goes right down, and you’ll
suddenly find yourself swept underneath the waterfall
without being able to stand.  So that part is
dangerous.  Understand?”

They nodded, so I said, “Let’s go, then.”  The four
young ones threw their clothes on to the rocks
surrounding the pool and then jumped in.  Scott,
though, threw carelessly and his underpants hit the
side of a rock and fell into the pool.

“Oh, dear!” he said, not seeming very worried, as he
grabbed them before they floated down the stream.  “I
have wet my panties!”  He hurled them at the rock
again, with more success this time.

“Marina, come and join us!” Jenny urged her, splashing
about in the water.  The others also added their
encouragement.

Marina was still battling with her misguided sense of
responsibility, and looked at me nervously for help as
I prepared to go in myself.  “Coming?” I asked her
gently.

“Do you think I really should?” she asked me
nervously.

“We’d love it,” I answered.  “They don’t expect you to
be head girl now, do they?  But if you’re still too
shy, I understand.”  Then I slipped into the water.  I
wanted her to believe I was not putting any pressure
on her, although in a subtle way I was, trying to
guide her towards feeling free to strip off and swim.

I have known for years that many girls can be
persuaded to ‘be naughty’ and flash their panties, as
Melissa had done in the car, or play doctors and
nurses or expose themselves behind the woodshed, or
things like that.  It’s a bit more difficult to
persuade them that they are actually doing something
quite reasonable and natural and give them the feeling
that they are missing something or being slightly
prudish if they don’t.  But to my mind it’s the better
and safer way, and I am learning to be an expert in
that area.  Just leave them with a thought and let
their minds work on it, as I was doing with Marina.

I kept my underpants on at this stage, as I knew
Marina was not ready for any more than that.  I
plunged into the pool and enjoyed having fun with the
others and wrestling with Scott, who kept jumping on
me.  I kept feeling his cold little penis brushing
against me under the water as we played, and once I
got it right in the palm of my hand by accident.  But
he didn’t seem to notice or worry about it at all as
he yelled and giggled.  Marina I could see sitting on
a rock, legs slightly up and a glimpse of her panties
evident, smiling at us.  Once I put Scott on my
shoulders, with his penis pressing against my neck,
and ducked him.

As I did so, a movement caught my eye, and I turned to
see Marina, still on the rock, slipping her dress off
over her head.  Those lovely white panties were now
fully exposed, and so was the top part of her
beautiful body.  As the dress came off, I caught a
glimpse of a little breast, but immediately busied
myself with Scott again.  There would be plenty of
time in the near future to see all I wanted to, but
didn’t want to risk spoiling anything by letting her
know I was watching her.

Then Jenny gave a shout.  “Hooray, Marina!  Marina’s
coming in!”  She started splashing over towards
Marina, followed by the two other girls.

I called out, “Great, Marina,” and waved as she turned
to look in my direction, face slightly red but smiling
and making no effort to cover any part of her.  Then I
turned away and busied myself with Scott again,
showing quite clearly that I was not going to stare at
her.  Not when she was looking, anyway!  I picked up
Scott and put him over my shoulder, yelling, with his
penis, shrunken and purple now with the cold water,
hanging down centimetres in front of my eyes.  His
scraped bottom was very much in view, but it didn’t
seem to be hurting him now.

Marina spent a minute or two with the other girls,
during which I shot excited glances when I was sure
nobody was checking out on me.  The outline of her
swimming costume was very evident on her body, as
indeed it was on Melissa and Leanne.  She had a nice
light tan, but the hidden parts of her body were white
and deliciously smooth.  But it was not time yet for a
really good look, so I forced myself to be patient. 
It almost always proves more successful in the long
run, if everything is handled wisely.

Then I saw Marina walking towards me, white panties
just disappearing under the water as she entered the
deeper part of the pool.  I looked at her, called
cheerily, “Hello, Marina,” and turned back to Scott,
to emphasise that I was not interested in staring at
her.

What I needed was something to distract her, so I
could stare without her being aware of it.  Scott
provided it.  He wriggled out of my grasp, splashed
over to her and said, “Look at my bottom now!”  He
then realised that his bottom was about twenty
centimetres under water, so he turned round, jumped
and stuck his bottom up for a moment for her to see as
he dived in head-first again.

Marina laughed and looked at his antics, giving me a
few marvellous seconds to drink in her beauty.  Her
little white breasts were perhaps about five
centimetres wide, going up like two flat cones to meet
at small pink nipples.  Then her white flesh curved
smoothly down to her belly button, which was just
disappearing under water.  She was neither thin nor
fat, no sign of ribs or too much flesh.  I could
barely see her panties now under the white foam.

Then she looked at me, and I anticipated it just in
time to turn my eyes to Scott again.  Then I looked at
her and held out a hand.  “Great to have you here!” I
shouted above the noise of the waterfall.

“It’s lovely!” she shouted back, taking my hand. 
“Such fun!”  And she came right up to nestle against
my side.

It was wonderful.  I held her tightly with my right
arm, feeling her soft body down my side, and we
laughed with each other.  Then I stepped back and
pulled her gently, wondering how she would respond. 
She turned over on her back, so I put both hands on
her waist and moved back some more.  I could just feel
the top of her panties under my last two fingers.  She
floated with me, laughing in delight.

I slid my hands round more, clasping my arms round her
waist and holding her more tightly to my chest.  Still
she didn’t struggle.  I stepped backwards again,
pulling her with me away from the waterfall.

“You know,” I said to her, speaking right into her ear
so she could hear me.  “You had a problem about being
head girl and knowing the best way to behave.  I have
a problem too.  I recently found the most wonderful
girl I have ever met.”  I paused, and watched her
face, just under my chin, look puzzled.

“The problem is that this girl is four or five years
younger than me,” I went on.  “And I’m a bit afraid I
might frighten her or hurt her feelings.”  I saw her
mouth fall open below my chin as she began to wonder,
but couldn’t make out the rest of the expression on
her face.  “I would like this girl to know that I
would never want to do anything to her that she
doesn’t like or would make her feel bad.  I want to
look after her and love her, but she may not know
that.  I’m a bit worried about doing things with her
in case she doesn’t like it.  I’m not really sure if
she likes me all that much.  What do you think I
should do?”

There was a splash as Marina put her feet down and
pushed gently free of my hands so she could turn and
look at me.  She stood up, her lovely little breasts
gleaming in the sunlight.  Her mouth was open, and she
was blushing a bit.  She stared at me, half-smiling
and trying to read in my face what I really meant.  I
smiled into her eyes, loving her with my gaze.

“Do you - do you mean - me?” she whispered, face
wrinkled up charmingly in puzzlement, and blushed
again as if the thought had suddenly come over her
that of course it couldn’t possibly be her.

“How did you guess?” I replied, pretending
astonishment and laughing gently at her.

She stared for a moment, and then spread out her arms
and clasped them around my neck, then pressed her head
against my cheek.  I could feel her wet hair in my
face.  Further down I could feel her little breasts
pressing against my chest.  “Oh, Roy!” was all she
could say.

I moved my head back so I could gently kiss her on the
cheek.  “Am I allowed to do that?” I whispered in her
ear.

“Oh, yes,” she laughed, and gave me a big kiss on my
cheek.

Behind her I could see Jenny and Scott staring at us. 
“I’m afraid we’re being watched,” I said.  “Let’s just
pretend we’re having fun.”  I spun her round gently
and dumped her on her back in the water.  She squealed
and flicked water at me.  I chased her, while she
dashed about squealing and laughing.  What a strange
mixture this head girl was!  So mature and thoughtful
in some ways, so fresh and free like a little girl in
others.  I loved her in a way I could never quite love
Lynn.

(To be continued)


MARINA  (CHAPTER 6)


We tired in a few minutes and splashed over to the
shallows to lean against rocks and gather our breath. 
The younger ones also took a break.

“Were you two kissing?” Jenny asked me.

“Of course!” I answered in a funny voice and pulling a
funny face.  “We always love kissing everyone we meet.
 Scott, come here and let me kiss you.”

“No fear!” retorted Scott, grinning his cheeky little
grin and splashing away into the middle again.

Melissa and Leanne were standing nearby in their
panties, looking at each other.  “I can see your wee
through your wet panties,” Leanne giggled at her
friend, pointing.  Sure enough, the thin wet material
was clinging to her body, showing clearly the outline
of her vagina and the dark line down the middle.

“And I can see yours,” replied Melissa, which was
probably not so true as Leanne’s cotton panties were
slightly thicker.

“Shall we take our panties off?” asked Leanne
daringly.

“Let’s,” giggled Melissa, with her big-eyed,
mischievous freckle-faced grin.  She put up her hands
and started pulling down her panties.  Then she
suddenly remembered she had better make sure it was
allowed, and asked aloud, “Are we allowed to take our
panties off?”

I didn’t know whether she was speaking to Marina or
myself, but I was ready to answer.  I looked at her,
almost laughing to see her thumbs stuck into the top
of her wet panties, which were now pulled down over
her little bottom at the back and just stopped at the
front to reveal most of her groin, almost to the very
point where her vagina started.

I took a quick gamble.  “Yes, let’s do that,” I said
cheerfully, pushing myself clear of the rock and
pulling my underpants down as I did so.  The little
girls squealed, pulled their panties off quickly and
splashed away into the pool.

Then I stopped, as if I had suddenly remembered
something, and turned to Marina.  I faced her fully,
allowing her to see all of me as I stood there in my
naked glory.  She was standing there, looking slightly
uncomfortable at my action, a beautiful sight wearing
only those soaking white panties and quite careless
about exposing her breasts.  And I asked her, “Sorry -
I should have checked first that you don’t mind?”

Looking a little confused and embarrassed, but not
much, she hesitated and said, “No, it’s all right by
me.”

“Great!  I love this!” I exclaimed, throwing my
underpants on to the rock next to her and splashing
out into the middle.  I didn’t look back, but just
hoped.  I thrashed my way out towards the waterfall
before turning round to enjoy the spray.  But the main
reason was to see what Marina was doing.  She was
leaning against the rock staring very thoughtfully
after me.  I waved to her and glanced away
immediately.

Scott was chasing his tail to one side, while Melissa
and Leanne were enjoying their new-found nudity.  Both
were jumping up and down and squealing noisily and
excitedly together, their bare bottoms well under the
water.  Well, I would have time to enjoy the view
later.  Jenny was splashing over to join them.  I
wallowed in the shower of spray, keeping the corner of
my eye on Marina, but not letting her see me watching
her.

Suddenly my heart leapt and I tensed.  She put up her
hands to her waist and pulled down her panties with
one swift movement.  She flung them next to mine, and
then threw her arms in the air with delight and
splashed out towards me in the pool.  I could see
everything now, and I was thrilled.  Her beautiful
soft body splashed towards me, and I was able to feast
my eyes on her vagina for the first time.  It was
clear and open and free, still hairless as far as I
could see, a double line down the middle at the top. 
And she was letting me see it, trusting me with her
nakedness.  And she was laughing and heading towards
me as fast as she could come.

“Yes!” I shouted, wading forward and holding out my
arms as she fell into them, laughing hilariously.  I
grabbed her round the back and rolled us both over in
the foaming water, careful where I put my hands this
first time.  As I pulled her up again my hand pushed
against a breast, and I immediately moved it on to her
side.  She was bouncing up and down in the water like
a little girl with excitement and the joy of living,
the water level with her hips.  “Oh, Marina, you’re
lovely,” I gasped as she laughed up into my eyes.  “I
love you so much!”

I didn’t have her to myself any longer, though, as the
young ones all wanted to join in.  Probably the girls
had never seen their former head girl in a childlike,
playful mood before, but they were eager to accept it
and join in the fun.  They gathered around her with
arms outstretched, squealing, “Marina!  Marina!”

Marina reached out and grabbed Melissa in her arms,
while the others all clamoured for attention.  Then
Leanne jumped on me and we wrestled playfully.  I
loved the feel of her little soft body in my arms. 
The next few minutes have become rather a blur in my
memory, as the two of us, not permitted to enjoy each
other’s company alone, entertained the little ones.  I
was longing for more of Marina, but I had to hide that
and took out my desires on the young ones instead,
wrestling playfully with them, dunking them in the
water and trying to avoid being dunked myself as they
climbed all over me.

The little girls seemed to prefer Marina to me, hardly
surprisingly as they knew her from school and she is
such a delightful person.  Scott enjoyed romping with
me rather than his sister, also probably not
surprisingly, and I was often aware of his tiny cold
penis, shrinking in the cold water, brushing my body
and once getting entangled with my fingers so I could
feel the cold, tight flesh.  I picked him up and,
helped by the buoyancy of the water, threw him
straight up in the air, bending to catch him in the
water as he came down.

Melissa saw it and immediately splashed over towards
us, shouting, “Me! Me!”  I grasped her gently under
the arms and threw her up as well, her bare body a
blur in front of my eyes as he went up.  Then I caught
her, my hand under her soft, tight little bottom in
the water as she laughed and squealed in my face. 
Then Leanne wanted a turn, and so did Jenny.  They had
still time for Marina, but I had added an extra
dimension to the games now by doing something that
Marina was not strong enough to do.

When my muscles grew tired, I played a game with Jenny
that we often did in our pool at home.  She lay
floating on her back in the water, legs straight out
and tight little vagina quite visible at the top,
while I held her by the feet and walked backwards with
her, gently swirling her around as I went while she
floated peacefully, eyes closed and enjoying the
pleasure of it.  It was not really vigorous enough for
Scott, although he did have a go, tiny shrunken penis
sticking up into the air as he floated but quite
ignored by the girls.

Melissa and Leanne loved it.  I felt so close to them
as they lay on their backs, naked and unconcerned. 
Leanne’s vagina lies on a little mound which shows up
clearly while her body is straight, while Melissa’s is
smoother and her slit a little smaller, so soft and
delicate.  Truly little girls’ bodies are the most
beautiful creation of all.

Then, to my surprise, as I finished with Leanne’s
second or third turn, I saw Marina moving closer to me
with a delightful little-girl expression on her face. 
Her hands were clasped charmingly between her little
breasts and her head was slightly on one side with her
dark wet hair plastered down the side of it.  “Me?”
she giggled, a little uncertainly.

I stared at her with pretended exaggerated horror. 
“You?!” I exclaimed, making my eyes wide with affected
shock.

She giggled again.  “Me!” she repeated, kicking her
legs up gently and rolling over on to her back.  I
grasped her feet as they came up and pulled gently to
keep her afloat, my heart thumping and my loins
contracting at the sight I anticipated.

I was not disappointed, but I was still staggered that
she should already feel free enough to do this with
me, knowing it would expose the sight of her whole
body to my eyes.  I could hardly stand to look as my
eyes followed her tanned legs, up past her knees to
where they met at the top.  There was just the cutest
vagina, lips pressed gently together and curving
slightly over the little bulge towards her stomach. 
There were a few longish wet hairs floating on the
water from between her legs and the slightest hint of
a dark shadow at the top of her vagina but, unlike
Lynn, she has still grown no covering for her most
delightful secret place.  It was a wonderful sight,
and my heart felt as if it was ready to burst with
love and protective feeling for this incredibly
delightful, mature yet childlike girl.  My penis
released its pressure rather painfully into the water,
where of course nobody else could know.

I towed her slowly and gently around the pool, with
the young ones leaping and splashing along behind.  I
put my foot in a hole and slipped at one stage,
letting go of her feet for a second.  She floated
onwards, her toes pushing into my stomach.  Then, just
as I tried to regain my hold on her, she opened her
legs, one each side of my body, floated closer and
wrapped her heels and then her knees around my waist.

I was taken quite aback as her bottom came into
contact with my stomach, although down there, with
water splashing over us, I couldn’t feel any details. 
She was laughing up into my face, and I am absolutely
sure that she had no sexual intentions at all.  She
was just like a little girl enjoying herself and
completely unselfconscious.  I reached out my arms to
her; she grasped them and pulled herself up.  In a
moment she was sitting on my hip in the water, arms
tightly around my neck and face pressed against mine,
with some wet hair in between.  “Mmmm!” I heard her
humming.

“Marina,” I murmured tenderly.  “I’ve never loved
anyone like you before.”

She turned and looked at me with her mouth open in
surprise and delight, her warm eyes less than ten
centimetres away from mine.  I kissed her gently,
lovingly on her cheek just under her right eye.  She
responded with one on my mouth, with some passion but
not a hint of sex in it.

“Hey, I told you they were kissing,” I heard Jenny’s
annoying voice over my shoulder.

I turned to her and said, “Well, they’re free for all,
so anybody who wants one can come and get one.”

“Me!” squealed Melissa.  In a moment I had her
scrambling up on me, with her big mischievous brown
eyes sparkling in excitement and her lovely little
freckled face aglow.  I gave her a big smacking kiss
on the cheek and her face lit up with rapture.  That
was certainly an easy conquest!

Leanne was next, a quieter girl than Melissa but with
a quiet, pleasant kind of attractiveness in her tanned
face, with a big brown beauty spot under one eye.  I
kissed it warmly, and she squealed and beamed.  Even
Scott wanted one now.  I suggested I kiss his sore
bottom, at which he giggled and tried to stick it up
for me.  Then he settled for one on the cheek, and
responded with a series of excited wet ones all over
my face.  Even Jenny came up to give me a hug, burying
her head in my shoulder, so I kissed her lightly on
the back of her neck.

“Have you ever had so many children fall in love with
you at the same time, Roy?” Marina laughed, still
snuggling up against my side with an arm round my
shoulder.

“I love them all, but you’re something special,” I
whispered in her ear.  As she bent her head perhaps to
hide her embarrassment, I kissed her too at the soft
tender point where her neck met her shoulder.  Lynn
was good for me, and I’m sure I was good for her, but
nobody is like Marina, with her charming mixture of
mature sense and capability, and her wonderful
childlike trust and enjoyment of life and love.  I had
never quite thought that way about Lynn, but now I
knew which desirable, delightful girl I wanted to
marry and love and protect for the rest of my life.

(To be continued)


MARINA  (CHAPTER 7)


After some more fun, we took a breather, splashing
over to the rocks at the side and flopping over them. 
We felt so deliciously cool in the heat of the
Mediterranean summer.

We were all now naked together, and none of us were at
all ashamed of it.  I watched Scott chattering away
his usual rubbish to Jenny, Melissa and Leanne, who
were sitting cross-legged on two rocks in front of
him, vaginas spread nicely, but they all seemed quite
unaware of that.

Marina and I sat side by side, holding each other’s
hand and talking quietly and lovingly, having just
discovered each other.  On the odd occasions when I
looked down, I could see her white skin, starting
under her throat where the sun tan stopped and the
swimming costume usually began, stretching down past
those delightful little budding breasts down to her
precious vagina nestling between her legs.  But I
hardly looked, even when her attention was distracted.
 
I was smitten with love for this delightfully open,
emotional girl, and I just wanted to look into her
eyes and get to know her as a person.

Suddenly we all started.  Drops of heavy water began
to pour down on us.  We stared upwards.  We hadn’t
noticed, because the sun had not yet gone in, that a
heavy cloud was blowing swiftly overhead and was
beginning to rain on us.  This country gets most of
its rain in winter, but there are sometimes short,
sharp summer downpours, and this year there seem to
have been more than usual.  They rarely last twenty
minutes and then quickly give way to sunshine again,
but while they last, everything gets drenched.

Before we had time to speak, the chilly rain was
pelting down, so heavily it stung the skin.  “Hey,
everybody, let’s swim in it!” I called out, splashing
into the pool and thrashing around, almost blinded by
the rain, as the sun went behind the cloud.

I expected the others to follow, but they didn’t want
to.  Had the rain been lighter they probably would
have enjoyed it, but I could now feel a few hailstones
coming down, and they really did sting.  I turned to
see all the others yelling at me from the side of the
pool, but there was so much noise from the waterfall
and the rain hammering on the surface of the water and
the nearby trees that I could hear nothing.

I hurried back over to them, and they all tried to
shout in my ear at once.  I listened to Marina, who
was shouting, “Please, this is too heavy!  Can we
shelter somewhere?”

I thought for a moment, and then yelled back, “There’s
an overhanging part of the cliff just up there!  Come
with me!  Grab your clothes.”

We all grabbed our clothes, although Jenny was wailing
something about being unable to find her panties. 
Then I led the way through the trees to the left, away
from the stream and towards the rocky cliff that
belonged to the hill we had climbed round.  Part of
the way we were under the trees, which took some of
the sting off, but for the last twenty yards we had to
dash over rough rocky ground in our bare feet towards
the cliff, the downpour almost blinding us as we did
so.

There was just a small place about a metre wide and
maybe four metres long where the rock hung over and
sheltered it from the rain.  I turned as we arrived
there, and saw Leanne sitting on her bottom about ten
yards back, howling and holding her foot.  It seemed
she had hurt herself.  I dashed back out into the
rain, gathered her up in my arms, pulled her over my
shoulder and ran back again.

Water poured off our hair as we huddled together under
the shelter, but at least we were safe now from the
battering rain.  We made a little room for Leanne, who
immediately sat down and folded her right leg over her
left knee to examine the bottom of her foot.  There
was only a purple dent, so I guessed she had just
trodden on a rough stone.  She was also spreading her
legs wide and opening up the dark pink insides of her
vagina.  I could see Scott staring in fascination and
his little wet penis jerked upwards a little, but he
said nothing.

I had a quick look and then pulled Leanne gently up
into my arms, saying, “It’s all right, nothing’s cut.”
 I kissed her tenderly on her left cheek by her ear,
and she melted into a happy smile and wiped her eyes.

“I’m cold,” shivered Melissa, huddled together
tightly.  Her freckly little face was white and her
skin covered in goose-flesh.  Her teeth were
chattering as I gathered her into my arms, squatted
down and sat her on my thigh facing me.  She had one
cold leg on each side of my right leg, and I pressed
her frigid little body close to me, hugging her
tightly and rubbing her back warmly.

Marina bent down and shouted into my ear, “I hope I
get a turn at that sometime!”

“Anytime, Marina,” I beamed at her, wrapping my left
arm round her neck and rubbing it gently with my
fingers.  “I’d love it.”  I gently pulled her down
next to me and put my arm round her.  All the others
now tried to snuggle in as well, so we were just one
big mass of cold flesh waiting for the rain to stop. 
I could feel Melissa breathing hard against my armpit,
while Leanne was pressed against my right side, arms
round my neck.  Scott and Jenny were also snuggling in
on the other side of Marina, and I could feel Scott’s
frozen penis resting on my left thigh just above the
knee.

As usual, after a few minutes the rain stopped, almost
as suddenly as it began.  We saw the steam begin to
rise in waves from the recently sun-baked ground and
could even hear it hiss as it rose from the rocks.  It
still felt chilly, and we stayed huddled together,
enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies.  About two
minutes later the sun came out again, increasing the
steam, and we could feel the heat beginning to hammer
down again.

Slowly I rose to my feet, lifting Melissa on my hip. 
Her face was still rather white, but she was not
shivering as she had been before.  I kissed her gently
on her cold little nose, and her brown eyes lit up as
she gave a lovely smile.  “What a lovely baby you
are,” I whispered to her.  “Will you stay with me? 
I’ll swap you for Jenny?”

“No!” I heard Jenny exclaim indignantly from below me.
 It only takes me to show a bit of love for her
friends to make her suddenly appreciate me and want a
bit of love for herself.  I put Melissa down gently,
and Jenny gave me a fierce hug.

“Your turn, Marina,” I joked, and had not even
finished speaking when she was in my arms.  Her
shoulders were under my armpits as she wrapped her
arms round my waist, and I spread my arms down and
over the top of her bottom as I hugged her, the most
natural place for my hands to land.  I immediately
thought I had better move them somewhere less private,
but she didn’t seem to notice as she hugged me
tightly.  I could feel her soft tender body, warm in
spite of the rain, pressed against mine, my penis
pressed down against her groin.  I thought to myself,
“I can die happy now!”  I bent my neck and buried my
face in her hair just down behind her ear, kissing
gently.

“Hey, who said you could smooch my sister?” Scott
wanted to know, cheekily.  I could tell he was wanting
a turn with me himself, though.

Marina turned her head from my neck and smiled down at
him.  “I did,” she smiled.  Scott tried to push in, so
Marina and I released each other and gave him the
chance to crawl all over me like an excited puppy,
giving my face several wet kisses.

“Well, I think we can go out now,” said Marina, with
the clouds completely gone and the sun dropping its
heat again.  “But we can’t wear our clothes yet!” 
Giggling, she held out her soaking wet dress and white
panties, all dripping with water.

“They’ll soon dry in the sun,” I said, as we moved out
into the open.

“We must go back and look for my panties,” protested
Jenny.  “I couldn’t find them.”

“Maybe a bird has eaten them,” suggested Scott
brightly.

We walked the short distance back to the waterfall and
scanned the rocks and the pool carefully, but could
find no sign of Jenny’s missing panties.  “They must
have been washed off the rock and down the stream,”
she said mournfully.  “Now I’ll have no panties to go
home in.”

“You don’t usually wear them anyway,” I teased her.

“Yes, I do!” she retorted indignantly.  “Most of the
time, anyway.”

“You can wear my underpants if you like,” offered
Scott, holding out his soaking light blue pair to her
like a true gentleman.

Jenny was about to refuse when suddenly she seemed to
wonder what it would be like wearing a boy’s
underpants.  “Let’s try them,” she said then and, wet
as they were, she stooped down, put her feet in them
and pulled them up.  They seemed a good enough fit,
and she stood there in Scott’s underpants, laughing
with glee and patting the top of them just above her
groin.

“Hey, let’s try those,” called out Melissa, with the
mischievous gleam back in her eye, as she began to
pull them off Jenny.

Scott seemed to think one girl was enough, though. 
“No, they’re mine,” he argued, taking them back again.
 “You’ve got your own.  I only offered them to Jenny.”

“You can wear mine if you want,” giggled Melissa,
waving her semi-transparent pink ones under Scott’s
nose.  He waved them away firmly.

“We can walk down the stream and see if Jenny’s
panties have caught on a rock or something,” suggested
Marina.

“Yes, we can try that,” I agreed, but didn’t think so.
 The stream was flowing far too strongly.

We made our way downstream, looking carefully but
without success for the missing panties.  “I’ll buy
you some more for your birthday present,” Leanne
offered.

“Oh, yes, I like those soft bright shiny ones,”
replied Jenny, and the younger girls then went into an
excited discussion all about panties.

Marina smiled up at me as we picked our way downstream
together, my arm round her shoulders when I could. 
“Clothes are something special to girls,” she told me
as we walked.  “But I don’t expect boys care so much.”

“Well, not really so much,” I agreed.  “But I like my
girls to look well dressed.  Like you.”

“Thank you,” she answered, sounding surprised as she
always did when I paid her a compliment.  Then she
giggled and said, “I shouldn’t have thought naturists
bothered much about clothes at all.”

“Well, there’s a time and a place for everything,” I
grinned.  “You have a very beautiful, lovely body. 
But there are some other girls who look better with
theirs covered up!”  She giggled.

By now we had reached the place where we had first
arrived, and where Jenny and Scott had first decided
to play naked, setting off the whole train of events
that followed.  My heart warmed with gratitude towards
my sister for her contribution.

“Let’s go on to the next hill where the slide is!”
exclaimed Jenny, who had clearly given up her panties
for lost by now.  “That’s such fun!” she told the
others.

“I hope those boys have gone by now, then,” said
Marina a little nervously.

“Oh, I’m sure they have,” I answered.

“Would you be able to have a look?” asked Marina,
looking around and holding her wet clothes in front of
her.  I suddenly realised that she was also nervous
about going out into the open naked for the first
time.  Until now, she had been sheltered by trees and
bushes.  But I was sure she would soon get over it, as
I had already seen what an open, trusting person she
is.

So I made my way back up the mountainside, quite used
to being naked and in the open, to where I could see
the other waterfall.  Then I climbed up the shoulder
of the mountain to where I could see the parked car. 
The sports car had gone.  We were quite private.

I came down and told the others.  Scott looked at me
in amazement and said, “You went up there naked! 
People could have seen you for kilometres around!”

“Well, I don’t care,” I answered.  “But there’s nobody
around here at all now.  Let’s go.”

As usual Jenny insisted on leading the way.  Still
holding our wet clothes but wearing our shoes as
protection against the rocks, we made our way
carefully downstream, over the rugged ground, slipping
and sliding at times.  I lost no opportunity to help
Marina in difficult places when we needed it, and
sometimes when she didn’t.  She did not feel
comfortable about being naked in the open, but her
clothes were too wet for her to put on, so she just
held them protectively over her front.  The younger
ones didn’t seem to mind at all, probably because they
were just part of a group.

(To be concluded)


MARINA  (CHAPTER 8)


At the foot of the mountain the stream flowed away to
our left, but we had to move away to our right to
reach the waterfall on the next hill, which we could
now see clearly.  We pushed our way through the
scrubby grass towards it, and then had to climb the
hill to get to the top.

Water was flowing in a narrow but strong stream from a
mound of vegetation halfway up the side of the hill. 
I had slidden down there before so I knew how to do
it.  But the others all looked rather nervous.

“I’ll show you,” I said as we spread our clothes out
in the sun.  I straddled the stream near the top, just
before it took off down the slope, sat down and lifted
my legs.  I was immediately swept down the side of the
hill at a good speed.  The rock underneath had been
worn quite smooth after thousands of years and caused
no friction on the backside.  I travelled up and down,
faster, then slowing down near the bottom of the hill,
and finally, as the stream made a sharp left turn,
landing in some soft grass at the corner.

I stood up and waved to the others.  “Come on down!” I
called.  “I’ll catch you at the bottom!”

None of them came.  I couldn’t hear what they were
saying, but they were clearly too afraid to try.  Even
Scott, who had first suggested the slide, could not
bring himself to try it.  In the end I walked back up
to them as it was clear they were not coming.

Jenny had an idea, though.  “Roy, let’s do what we did
last time we were here,” she suggested eagerly.  “I
slide down on your back!”

“All right,” I agreed, sitting down at the top again
and holding firmly on to the rocks on either side. 
Then Jenny sat down behind me, holding on to me
tightly around my neck.

I let go, and we slid off down the stream, Jenny
screaming in excitement in my ear.  I could feel her
now warm little body pressed tightly against my back. 
When we came to the corner we both shot off and landed
in a heap on the grass.  Jenny came off, as she always
did, and we rolled over to finish a couple of metres
from each other.

I was going to be very tired if I had to keep on doing
this for all of them, I thought as I climbed the hill
again.  “Ready, Marina?” I asked, wanting to take her
next.

She looked very nervous, but agreed.  I trembled with
pleasure as she sat down very carefully behind me,
hands on my shoulders until she found her place, then
arms tightly around my neck and body pressed hard
against my back.  I could feel her small breasts
pressed just under my shoulder blades.  She rested her
pretty chin on my shoulder and I could feel her head
pressed against my cheek.

I sat there a minute, wanting to enjoy the pleasure of
her cheek against mine.  I put one hand back and
rubbed her neck gently.  “I’m ready,” she whispered,
and I could feel her breath in my ear.

I let go of the sides, and we moved off quickly.  I
could hear Marina gasp, and her grip around my neck
tightened.  We shot down the slide and came off at the
corner as usual.  Marina’s grip was so tight that she
did not let go of me, though.  As I rolled over at the
end, she rolled with me, still holding on.  I felt a
sting of terror as I rolled over on top of her.  She
then let go and cried out in pain as we came to a
stop.

I found myself right on top of her.  My head had
landed on her right breast as she lay flat on the back
on the ground.  She clutched it and cried out again in
pain.

“Marina!  I’m so sorry - are you all right?” I
shouted, clutching her anxiously around her head.  Two
tears squeezed out of her eyes and she gave a sob.

“Marina, are you all right?” I repeated, terrified I
had badly hurt this most precious girl.

“A’right!” she gasped, giving another sob.  She tried
to sit up, but fell back, panting for breath.  She was
still clutching her right breast.  “I bumped - my
breast here,” she gasped in a moment, head forward
with the pain.  “It hurts so much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I apologised.  “I’m so sorry.”

“Wasn’t your fault,” gasped Marina.  She paused to
gather her breath and then said, “I should have - let
go when we landed.”

Without thinking I put my hands on her breast and felt
it gently.  It was so beautiful and soft, although
firm further down.  I stroked it tenderly, then
suddenly realised what I was going and whipped my
hands away.  “Ooh, sorry,” I apologised.  “ I
shouldn’t have touched you there.”

She smiled up at me with loving eyes, still damp. 
“It’s all right,” she whispered.  “I trust you.  You
can do anything you like to me.”

Well, this was quite some statement, but I understood
what she meant as I took her gently in my arms while
she got over her pain.  She trusted me completely not
to do anything wrong or indecent to her, and if I had
tried it I would have lost her trust.  But I was too
thrilled, and would never for any price have betrayed
her trust.  All I ever wanted to do was to look after
and protect this delightful, trusting, vulnerable
girl.

At that moment I heard a noise behind me.  The others
were scrambling down to see what was happening. 
“Marina, are you hurt?” came Jenny’s anxious voice.

“Or are you having a cuddle?” Scott wanted to know,
standing there holding his penis idly without seeming
aware of it.

Marina climbed slowly to her feet, still gasping a
little for breath.  “I’m all right now, I think,” she
said.

“I don’t want to go on this slide; it’s too
dangerous,” decided Leanne.

“Well, you don’t have to start from the top,” I told
her.  “You can start from part of the way up.”  That
would also be easier on me.

They decided to try that.  We found a narrow place
just less than halfway up where we could start off
safely, and Scott was keen for his turn.  As I sat
down, so did he behind me, and I could distinctly feel
his penis tickling my back as he sat down.  We shot
off down the slope, but not at too great a pace, and
Scott rolled off gently as we reached the bottom. 
Melissa and Leanne were next, and it was lovely to
feel their warm little bodies pressed up against my
back as we slid down the slope.

As they grew more confident, I grew more tired with
having to walk back up the hill with each one, so I
told them that from now on, they would have to slide
down by themselves, but I would catch them at the
bottom.

Jenny, who had had a bit more experience, was first. 
I crouched down ready to catch her as she slid quickly
towards me, squealing, legs tucked up to her chin and
her tight little vagina easily visible between her
legs.  I braced myself, but she almost knocked me over
as she bumped into me, sprawling over my arms.

All of them came down the same way, legs tucked up and
arms wrapped around their knees - well, I had done the
same thing and I suppose it was the easiest way.  It
did give me a magnificent view between their legs as
they came down.  Marina again was a wonderful sight to
see, sliding towards me with her knees up and legs
apart, her beautiful clear vagina shining in the
sunlight for seconds before she cannoned into me,
knocking me backwards as she was heavier than Jenny. 
She lay sprawled across my stomach, laughing up at me
with her sparkling eyes and her rosy cheeks glowing. 
I grabbed her round the shoulders and held her
tightly, wishing we could get rid of the younger ones
for just a few minutes.

Scott was next, little penis hanging down over his
tiny testicles as he slid, and once again he managed
to rub them up against me, this time on my stomach as
he crashed into me and sprawled on me.  Not that he
did it deliberately at all - he was just so
unconcerned about his body now, as were the others. 
Leanne came down, vagina spread a bit to reveal the
darker pink on the inside, and then Melissa, her
vagina a little smaller and tighter, but still so cute
and precious.

Melissa even sat up, legs spread apart, and announced
to me, “I bumped myself here.”  She pointed between
her legs.

I had a look, as she clearly wanted me to, and just
said, “It looks all right.”  The way she wanted to
show me how she trusted me was quite charming.  “You
don’t want me to rub it for you, do you?”

She looked at me, blushed slightly, gave a naughty
grin and whispered, “Yes.”

I was surprised at the extent of her trust and
freedom.  “Come, then,” I invited her, and she sat on
my knee with her legs spread apart.  Gently I put my
hand down and rubbed her tight little vagina.  I felt
her soft, warm skin jump under my fingers, as I gently
rubbed the warm, soft flesh, feeling her precious
little slit as I did so.

Almost immediately, she jumped and slid off my knee
with a giggle.  “That tickles,” she giggled, looking
at me as if she had done something naughty.  Then she
said, “I need a wee,” and squatted for a moment to
dribble some urine on the ground in front of me.  When
she finished, she darted at me, kissed me on the lips
and ran off uphill again.  I had presumably filled her
need of the moment.

It was not long before the others were tired of
sliding, for the present anyway, and decided they were
hungry.  I was surprised they hadn’t felt hungry
before, but I suppose they were too excited with the
novelty of being naked.  So we climbed up to a flat
place not far from the source of the stream and I
opened my bag.

The bag had got wet in the rain, but it had dried.  I
spread out a plastic groundsheet for us to sit on, and
then opened the lunch boxes.  Fortunately they were
quite watertight and the food was dry.  We all ate
hungrily.

After we had eaten, Marina needed to go to the toilet.
 Probably thinking it might be bad manners to urinate
in public, she disappeared round the side of the hill.

“Me too,” announced Scott, a moment later.  “Don’t you
girls wish you could wee like this?”  He stood up,
turned slightly to the side, took hold of his penis,
pulled back the rather long foreskin to reveal a pale
pink head, and let fly.  The girls watched in a
mixture of fascination and distaste as the stream of
yellow urine poured out.  By wiggling his penis up and
down, Scott created loops in the air as the urine
sprayed up and down.

“That’s enough, Scott,” I said after a moment.

“Scott!  That’s rude!” exclaimed Marina, suddenly
returning.  Scott, getting a shock, tried to cut it
short, but only succeeded in spraying urine over his
hands and down his leg.  He turned to face us, his
tiny pink prepuce clearly visible with the hole at the
end still dripping urine and his mouth open.  But he
decided not to say anything, and just shook his penis
dry and pulled back the foreskin.

“Girls don’t show off so much when they wee,” Jenny
rebuked him gently, moving back a couple of paces and
squatting in a patch of grass, to release her thin
stream of urine into it.

“I don’t need a wee,” Leanne informed us proudly,
patting her rather puffy vagina.  “I did it in the
pool down there.”

“I’ll try it the girls’ way,” announced Scott,
squatting and trying to produce some more urine.  He
pushed hard, but only managed a small squirt and a
fart, that set Melissa giggling.

After we had eaten, Scott stood up.  “I saw a little
pool from the place where the stream goes round the
corner,” he said.  “Let’s go and see it.”

I glanced at Marina, and then she glanced at me and
understood what I was thinking.  “You can go if you
like,” I said.  “I want to rest for a while after
lunch.”

“Me too,” said Marina, as I hoped she would.

“Come on, girls,” Scott encouraged them, starting off
down the hillside.  The girls all followed him down. 
I could see the little pool they were heading for, but
they wouldn’t be able to see us from down there.

I turned to Marina and smiled.  “Nice to be alone at
last,” I said, and she murmured her agreement.

I held out my arms to her as soon as the others were
at the bottom.  Slowly and lovingly she responded.  I
put my arms round her back and held her closely, while
she put her head on my shoulder, arms round my neck,
and kissed me gently on the cheek.

I pressed her tightly, feeling those lovely little
breasts pressed against my own skin, with my penis
pressed against her loins.  She gasped for a moment. 
“I’ll never do anything to you that you don’t want me
to,” I reminded her tenderly.

She smiled lovingly into my face and then nestled her
cheek against mine.  I held her closely again and we
rolled over on our sides together.  We lay in the sun,
holding each other closely, feeling each other’s
bodies against our own, and I thought this was the
most wonderful moment of my life.

The End


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