CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 1)


My name is Roy, and I told you recently the story of
how I met my girl-friend Marina, aged 11 and five
years younger than myself, when I took my sister Jenny
and some friends on a picnic.  Actually, Marina
prefers me not to use the word `girl-friend’ but
rather just `friend’, as she feels the other has
connotations she doesn’t want to get involved with!

Marina had been head girl at the English junior school
in our city, but she was now progressing to the first
form at the high school I attend, along with my cousin
Shelley.  Shelley has suddenly started growing taller,
and her tiny breasts are just beginning to sprout
pretty little points.  She still wears those lovely
white woollen panties that I love so much, still
enjoys nudity and still loves me.

It was really startling for me to see Shelley and her
friends, whom I have known well for some time, at
senior school now.  Really, they are still little
girls, and they looked so small and out of place
there.  Those who come along to our naturist club
still have tiny breasts and very little pubic hair at
all.  Marina is a little different, although
physically she is pretty much the same.  She is still
very much like a delightful little girl in some ways,
but she can also be so mature and sensible -
child-like and vulnerable, but never childish.  That
is the main reason why I love her.

I was with Marina a lot, of course, during her first
few days at school, but she settled in with maturity. 
We both passed me off as a friend of her family, which
I now was, as none of the other girls in her class had
been on that picnic where I had first got to know her.
 Only Shelley knows our feelings for each other and
she is secure enough in the special love I have for
her as my cousin not to be jealous and to keep our
secret.

Every year the first-formers at our school go off on a
camp together in the fourth week of the term, to help
bond them together I suppose.  It was great to know
that my Aunt Sue, Shelley’s mum, was going to be in
charge this time, together with a couple of young
teachers who are quite a bit more liberated than most
of the others who work at this English school, well
known for its so-called old-fashioned values.  Aunt
Sue has only recently started teaching there
part-time, but has had experience in young people’s
organisations, and so was entrusted with the job of
running the camp.

I was delighted to be invited to go along myself. 
Aunt Sue said she wanted some help from older pupils,
which could be called leadership training, and so
eight of us older ones, four boys and four girls, who
were in line for being prefects, were invited.

Our campsite is in a country area about seventy
kilometres away, near a village called Pinosora.  On
Monday morning we all assembled outside the school at
seven o’clock in the morning, waiting to be picked up
by the truck donated for the purpose by one of the
parents.  I looked around at the group of about forty
first-formers I would be helping to look after.  They
looked so small, even Marina in her school uniform. 
There were in this particular year almost twice 
as many girls as boys, which secretly pleased me.

The truck itself when it arrived was not the most
comfortable vehicle in which to travel.  It was open
at the back and there were no proper seats, although
it was clean and there were bundles of hay to sit on. 
First of all we hoisted the luggage on and laid it out
in the middle, as I took charge of that myself.  Then
the first-formers piled on, while I stood by to help
any who needed a lift up, as it was quite a step.  I
always keep an eye open for the odd view of girls’
panties in such situations, but the uniform skirt at
the school is quite long, below knee length, and
heavy, so it doesn’t happen often, to my
disappointment.

There were two much smaller girls there as well, aged
only eight.  I asked Marina, and she told me that one
of the teachers helping on the camp had a daughter in
her class, Jacqui, and there was also a younger
sister, Vicky, who was coming along with a friend. 
Vicky was a small, lively girl with fair curls and
wide blue eyes.  She smiled at me as I picked her up
and hoisted her on to the back of the truck.

Her friend Tarryn, with longish fair hair and deep
green eyes, was quite different.  She was most
independent and wanted to do everything herself, thank
you very much.  She wouldn’t let me pick her up, but
grabbed hold of the rails and tried to scramble up
herself.  She was so small that she had almost to do
the splits to get her leg on to the bar at the back of
the truck, and of course revealed a pair of tiny white
panties as she did so, with a little gap visible
between her legs and the elastic as she stretched her
legs so hard, giving me a glimpse of a darker pink
puffy-looking little mound inside.

When everybody else was on board, I climbed on.  Most
of them were quiet and a bit nervous, waving bravely
to parents as they went off for the week.  The girls
were all seated up at the far end, legs neatly folded
or crossed for the most past and skirts covering the
knees.  The boys were mostly at the back, these kids
being still too young for the most part to have much
interest in the opposite sex.  The other seniors like
myself were seated together in the middle, not mixing
with the younger ones at this stage.

“Roy!” I heard two voices call my name.  Marina and
Shelley were up near the front, Marina with her legs
neatly crossed as usual, and Shelley with one leg up,
also as usual, unconsciously allowing a glimpse of
those white panties underneath.  They signalled to me
to join them, indicating that they had kept a place
for me between them.  As I worked my way towards them,
I was conscious that I would be the only boy to sit
among the girls.  Fortunately I am perhaps too well
respected for this to cause me much trouble.

I sat down between my two favourite girls, and we were
soon on our way.  I spent my time getting to know the
girls I did not know already.  Some I knew very well. 
There was, for example, the flirtatious Laura sitting
on the hay the other side, her long legs crossed but
forever shifting and revealing her pink panties
underneath.  The hay was most useful, actually, as we
sank rather low in it and at times the girls would
raise or move their legs and give glimpses of
underwear beneath their long school skirts.

Other girls I knew had left the country, as diplomatic
staff often do, including the lovely little Angela who
had loved me well but tried hard to hide it.  On the
same side as myself was the cute Nikki, and I couldn’t
help wondering what sort of panties she was wearing
this time.  She seems to wear a different colour every
day, although I still like those soft, silky white
ones the best.

Next to Laura was another girl who seemed to be taking
a lot of notice of me, a rather quiet girl with
straight, dark shoulder-length hair and a wide smile
whenever she chose to use it.  Her name, I was to
learn, was Cindy.  She would lean back in the hay at
times with her legs slightly apart, revealing her dull
white panties at the crotch, and smile in my
direction, knowing full well what she was doing.  I
smiled back and enjoyed it.  I was not surprised to
learn, as I found out later, that she is rather
neglected at home and always looking for love from
others, but not always wisely.

Vicky and Tarryn were on the other side as well,
lively little girls wearing their junior school
uniform, where the skirts were shorter than at the
high school and came just above the knee, and they
were, like most girls that age, largely unaware of
what the fussy would expect them to do with their
skirts and their legs.  Their little panties were
quite visible for most of the journey, 
Vicky’s being pink in colour but made of a coarser
material than Laura’s.

Next to them was Vicky’s older sister Jacqui, a quiet
pleasant-looking girl with straight fair hair, a few
cute freckles and smiling green eyes in a gentle face.
 Now and then I was able to confirm that she wore
plain white panties of similar material to Vicky’s.

As we drove through the countryside, the heat built
up.  It was now September, but it was a long hot
summer and it was far from over.  We were of course
wearing hats, but it was very hot in school uniform. 
Yet school rules decreed that we had to wear uniform
throughout our waking hours at camp, except in the
evenings, a regulation I knew Aunt Sue for one
heartily disagreed with.

After more than an hour on the road, in increasing
heat, we arrived at the camp.  We drove through a
gateway in a fence made of upright wooden posts and
into a large courtyard where we stopped.  There were
small dormitories on both sides, each holding up to
eight.  Each dormitory was a prefabricated building
raised about half a metre off the ground and held up
by poles.  I suppose this was to make them cooler and
also to guard against a possible flood if we had a
heavy downpour.

We older ones were to be in charge of a group each,
and I already knew which five boys would be in my
group.  The boys, of course, were to have the
dormitories on one side and the girls on the other. 
Aunt Sue may be liberated, but she is sensible and
knows well the trouble there can be of mixing the two,
even if the school had ever considered doing so.  It
is only in the last two or three years that boys and
girls have even gone on the same camp.  When I was a
first-former, we went during separate weeks!

We climbed off the truck, I holding out my arms to
help Vicky down and she gratefully falling into them. 
Tarryn, still completely independent, slithered down
herself and I think scraped herself on the bottom
doing so, going by the unshed tears in her eyes and
the uncomfortable way that she clasped herself behind
and tried to walk without letting anyone know she was
hurt.

As soon as we were off the truck, one of the girls
asked Aunt Sue, “Mrs Mills, please may we change out
of our uniforms?”

“I’m afraid the school rules don’t allow you to do
that, dear,” replied Aunt Sue, her expression showing
what she thought of such unrealistic regulations.  “I
know it’s hot . . .”

I already have a suggestion ready for her.  “Maybe we
could bend them a bit in this weather,” I said quietly
to her.  “How about letting us all wear our school
sports kit instead?”

“Well, yes, I suppose that is still school uniform, in
a way,” agreed Aunt Sue.  “All right, everybody.  Roy
has just had a good idea.  If you want, you can all go
and change into your sports kit and wear those
instead.  That will be quite a bit cooler, I’m sure.”

There were muffled cheers, and quite a few grateful
smiles cast in my direction.  We all took our luggage
to our dormitories and changed immediately.  I changed
my underpants as well, giving my penis an outing in
front of my group of male first-formers, keen to show
them my naturist lifestyle as well as I could, and to
encourage them to feel free to do the same.

Actually I also had a secret motive for suggesting
sports kit.  This kit is very well designed for hot
weather and so is quite loose.  At the school the boys
and girls do all sports separately, so they rarely see
each other in their sports kit at close quarters. 
Even so, I find it rather surprising that this strict
school should allow sports kit of this type.  Not that
many of the younger ones would be aware of the
`dangers’ of this sports kit.

The boys just wear loose shirts and loose floppy
shorts that tend to reveal the underpants easily when
we sit.  Girls wear a loose blouse on top without
sleeves.  This means that it is very easy to see
inside.  As many of the first-form girls do not wear
bras yet and it is much too hot for a vest, their
little breasts are often exposed to the watchful eye.

Then they wear shortish pleated dark blue skirts, down
to mid-thigh, that flap around very easily.  These
skirts have a zip for about four or five centimetres
down one side and a fastened belt with two buttons. 
To put the skirt on, the girls need to pull it up,
close the zip and then do up the buttons.  I found
quite a few of these young girls at times forgot about
the zips, and would walk round with a couple of
centimetres of the tops of their panties showing
through the open slits.  Shelley for one forgets more
often than not, but of course it never bothers her. 
She might well have gone without any panties at all
were it not for fear of trouble were she found out.

After half an hour we met again in the main courtyard
under the shade of a large oak tree.  It was still
only mid-morning, but it seemed like it was time for
lunch already.  We milled around waiting for everyone
to arrive, including Aunt Sue and the other teachers.

Looking at the girls, I soon found the answer to one
of my earlier questions.  Nikki was wearing pale
violet-coloured panties today.  She had forgotten to
zip up her skirt and I could see the elastic top of
them on her hip.  Often before the camp when I saw her
I would sidle up to her and ask her teasingly, “And
what colour are you wearing today?”  And she would
giggle shyly and tell me, and usually show me as well.
 But this time she was among a group of other girls,
so I couldn’t very well do that this time.

I found Shelley examining a flowerbed, and as usual
her zip was undone, the bright white of those panties
shining out against the dark blue of her skirt for
anyone to see - or anyone with a practised eye like
myself.  I approached her from behind, put my chin
gently on her shoulder and whispered, “Guess who’s
forgotten her zip again?”

“Oh, who cares?” she snorted a little impatiently. 
She reached down, though, tugged at it - and it jammed
at the bottom.  She giggled and shrugged her
shoulders.  “Too bad, it was only a nuisance anyway,”
she said.

“Better ask your mum for a safety pin,” I teased her.

“It’s not a nappy!” she retorted, reaching up her
right arm, hooking it round my neck and pressing her
cheek against mine.

We had an hour or so of games and activities that
morning which left even me rather tired.  With some of
these most of the girls, realising they were rather
vulnerable, tucked the hems of their skirts into their
panties, but I still got some interesting views at
times.  Shelley, of course, disdained to tuck her
dress in and was forever flashing white, which caused
one or two of the boys to snigger.

We had lunch in a big hall where there were long
tables and long wooden benches to sit on.  There was
plenty of room for about a hundred people in there, so
we could sit where we liked.  Marina and Shelley as
usual urged me to sit with them, so I was again among
the girls.  Most of them, to sit on the benches,
simply stepped over, one leg at a time, and sat down,
giving just an occasional flash on panties under those
sports skirts.

When Marina on my right went to fetch a drink of
water, Cindy came strolling up carrying her lunch. 
She glanced at me, sat down on the bench facing
outwards, placed her plate on the table, and then
lifted up first her right leg and then her left over
the bench to sit round the right way, deliberately
exposing her dull white panties to me as she did so. 
I smiled at her as she shot me another glance, and
then turned away.  I generally find it best to
encourage them just a little but not too much.

After lunch it was siesta time in the dormitories,
although we were allowed to talk quietly or read if we
wanted.  In the heat I took off everything except my
underpants - it would have caused too much comment to
go naked - and read.  Most of the other boys in my
charge did the same, revealing a wide variety of
colours and styles.  Boys I have found are generally
more colourful in their underwear than the girls,
which suits me.  For girls I always find plain white
the most attractive, the whiter the better.

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 2)


As most of the children were very tired, we had a
longer period of rest than usual, and it was about
four o’clock before Aunt Sue blew the whistle for us
to come out.  We were told that we could spend some
time at the swimming pool, but must have showers first
to help keep the water clean.

There were of course separate showers and toilets for
the boys and the girls, but they were quite close
together.  I stripped off in the dormitory and walked
up through the campsite to the showers with a towel
around my waist, which caused some of the boys a bit
of surprise.  Looking over towards the girls’ side, I
saw Shelley was doing the same, only she had nothing
covering the top of her body.

The sight of females walking around topless is not
uncommon for the local inhabitants of the country and
the beaches, but the English school could not be
expected to favour it.  Some of the other girls seemed
quite agitated that Shelley was exposing her little
pointed breasts in public, but of course it didn’t
bother her.  Aunt Sue, I noticed, did have a quiet
word with her about the wisdom or otherwise of this
kind of exposure.

In the showers I found myself, as expected, among a
crowd of younger boys with small, hairless penises and
tiny scrotums, although the other boys my own age soon
arrived with their larger, hairier weapons.  A lot of
the first-formers appeared quite nervous, not having
showered in groups before.  I threw off my towel and
went in, turning round so they could see me in my
naked glory.  They were very subdued on the whole,
although I did hear one boy whisper to another, “Roy
has a hairy one.”  I’m not sure whether it was in envy
or amusement.

Their attitude quickly changed during the week.  Soon
they were enjoying the showers and showing off what
they had, and I found a few of them in a corner
measuring penises.  We had one exhibitionist who loved
to waggle his penis until it was stiff and then hang
his underpants on the end of it.

After the showers we went over to the swimming pool
for an hour or two of fun.  I dislike wearing a
costume for swimming, and Shelley certainly hates the
big one-piece school costume they all had to wear, but
there was no choice.  It did rather spoil our freedom.

That evening, after the meal, we gathered in the
dining hall for evening entertainment, allowed now to
wear civilian clothes, or `civvies’, as we called
them.  It was a pleasure to see most of the girls in
short dresses or skirts, looking very attractive and
at times revealing what was underneath.  One of the
boys’ and one of the girls’ groups had been tasked
with providing some skits for us.  We had a bit of a
singsong and then it was to bed, quite early, as the
younger kids were mostly very tired.

Some of us junior leaders were given the task of
patrolling the camping area for an hour after lights
out just to make sure everything was all right and
that everybody had settled down quietly.  We were
supposed to do it in twos, but when I crept out of my
own dormitory after half an hour, there was no sign of
my partner.  I found out next morning that he had gone
to sleep in a chair as he was preparing to join me.

So I had to do the job myself.  There were a couple of
small lights on around the dormitories, but it was
hard to see much outside.  Most of the lights came
from the toilet block at the top end of the camp, for
those who needed to go during the night.

Not that they were always used.  A couple of nights
later I woke up to hear the distinct sound of someone
urinating on the wall right outside the window next to
my bed.  It was one of the boys in my group, too lazy
to walk the full distance to the toilets.  I grabbed a
rubber chair stopper, looked through the open window
just above his head, and threw it at him before he saw
me.  I aimed at his penis, and think I hit it full on.
 He gave a startled yell and jumped back, staring at
me in shock, with his penis still sticking out at the
top of his pyjama shorts and his hands and leg now
soaking wet.  I had a good laugh at his expense.

This particular night I just wandered around in the
half-darkness, wearing only a pair of shorts, hearing
nothing but occasional light breathing when I passed
near any of the dormitories.  It looked like being a
boring time.

Then I turned round to see a figure coming carefully
out of one of the girls’ dormitories.  At first it
looked as if the figure was naked, but I could then
make out that it was wearing panties, but nothing
else.  “That can only be Shelley,” I thought, moving
towards her.  But I was wrong.

It was Cindy.  She giggled when she saw me and
pretended to be surprised, but I guessed she knew I
was on duty at this time and had been waiting for me. 
“Why are you wandering around naked at this time?” I
asked her in a whisper.  As she came closer I could
see the tiny pointed nipples on her breasts.

“I’m not naked, I still have my panties on,” giggled
Cindy, pulling at the elastic around her waist to
prove it.  “It’s so hot all the girls are sleeping in
their panties.”

“I bet Shelley isn’t,” I answered with a grin.

“No, Shelley’s sleeping naked,” Cindy told me, as if I
didn’t know.  “She says you’re all naturists and you
all go naked when you can.”

“Yes, but we can’t do it here,” I said.  “Anyway, what
are you doing outside?  You should have put something
else on when you came out.”

“I need a wee,” Cindy explained, though I didn’t
believe her.  “I’m just going to the toilet.”  She
casually pulled her panties outwards and downwards at
the waist, and then let them spring back with the
elastic.  I almost gasped as I thought I saw a little
bit of pubic hair down there.  My heart pumped and I
could feel my penis swelling somewhat.

“Wait for me - I’ll be back in a minute,” Cindy said
as she approached the door of the girls’ toilets.

I thought I had better not be seen around by myself
with a half-naked girl, if anybody else were to come
out of the dormitories.  “I’m not waiting,” I said. 
“I’m just going to check round the back of the
toilets.”  I knew that would be out of sight of
anybody who might have been watching us, should she
choose to join me.  I walked idly round the side of
the boys’ toilets to the back, where the clearing
ended and there was quite a thick clump of bushes.

As I investigated the place, I found it was most
suitable for a hidden meeting.  There was a little
open space about two metres across surrounded by
bushes close to the wall of the boys’ toilets, but
well lit from the lights above.  No sooner had I
discovered the place when Cindy appeared, tiptoeing
nervously round the corner of the girls’ toilets.

“So what are you wanting?” I asked her in a gentle
whisper, as she approached me smiling nervously.

“I just want to talk,” she answered.  “Can we sit
somewhere?”

“We can do it in here,” I told her, leading the way
inside the little clearing.  “But it had better not be
for long.”  I knew I was taking a big risk, but felt I
couldn’t help myself.

There was a big tree on the far side of the clearing,
so I sat down with my back leaning against it.  Cindy,
slim and wriggly in her nervousness, came over, turned
round and sat down, leaning back against my knees.  I
opened my legs and she moved closer, resting her
smooth warm back against my chest and leaning her head
against my collarbone.  Her straight brown hair, down
to her shoulders, flowed on to my shoulder.

“I’ve always liked you, Roy,” she said flirtatiously,
looking up at me from the corner of her eyes and
smiling her wide smile.  She reached back, found my
hands and pulled them so that they were round her
waist.

“Hope you don’t mind my hands there,” I said to her.

“Why?” she asked.

“Well, I can feel your panties like that,” I told her.
 The elastic was under my fingers and I could feel the
material underneath.

“You can move them if you like,” she said, picking up
my hands and moving them up herself.  This time she
placed them right over her breasts.  I could feel the
soft rubbery little nipples under my fingers.  “Is
that better?” she asked, smiling up at me slyly out of
the corners of her eyes.

“Now I can feel something different,” I told her.

She giggled.  “I don’t mind,” she said.  “And you
shouldn’t, because you’re a naturist.”  After a
moment’s silence, she continued, “Why are you a
naturist?”

“Well, it’s just great to be free, to feel your
freedom on your skin,” I answered.  “And we can feel
closer to other people when we’re all naked together.”

She reached down a hand and patted me on my shorts,
right above my penis.  “Why don’t you take your shorts
off now, then?” she asked.

“Because it’s not a good thing unless everybody else
around is also a naturist,” I answered.

“I want to be,” she said after a pause.  Then she
paused again.  “This hot weather makes my panties
sticky and uncomfortable.”

There was another silence, and I said nothing, just
concentrating on the feel of those little pointed
nipples under my fingers.  If I wait long enough, they
usually do what they are thinking of doing anyway,
without any pressure from me putting them off.

“I’m going to take my panties off,” Cindy announced a
minute later.  So saying, she slipped her hands inside
the elastic, raised her knees, lifted her bottom and
pulled her panties all the way down, slipping them off
over her ankles.  She tossed them gaily to one side. 
She kept her knees up, so I couldn’t see anything.

“Remember to put them on when you go back to your
dorm,” I reminded her.

“I might spend the night out here,” she responded. 
Then there was a silence, and she said, “It’s your
turn now.”

“I can’t do it when you’re sitting on me,” I
explained.

Cindy stood up and turned around.  Then suddenly her
modesty got the better of her, and she giggled,
shooting a hand down to clutch her vagina and hide it
from my view.  She wriggled and giggled again, looking
at me.

“Naturists aren’t silly like that,” I told her in a
bored voice.  “Put your panties on again.  I’m not
having you naked when you act silly.”

“You can see it if you want to,” she decided,
withdrawing her hand and revealing a long dark slit. 
I had been right earlier on.  There was a clump of
pale brown fluffy pubic hair at the top of her vagina.
 “You must see lots of pussies when you’re a
naturist.”

“Plenty,” I assured her.  “Some very pretty ones,
too.”

“What about mine?  Is mine pretty enough?” she asked
in a silly voice, bold all of a sudden as she stepped
forward, pushed her hips out and displayed her vagina
only centimetres from my eyes.  I could see soft
little downy hairs stretching along the lips on her
low mound.  My underpants tightened and I had to
restrain myself from stroking her.

“Yes, lovely,” I told her, still acting as if I was
not really too interested.  “All right, it’s my turn
now, then.”  I stood up and pulled down my shorts and
underpants quickly and smoothly.

Cindy’s eyes widened as she stared, especially as my
penis was rather swollen, although not fully hard. 
She reached out her hand, but I said, “No touching, or
I’ll do that to you as well.”

“All right, you can do it to me,” she whispered,
grinning rather nervously.

“Shall I do it like this?” I asked, squatting down and
pulling her gently to sit on my thigh with her legs
apart.  Carefully I put down my hand and felt her. 
The hair was so soft and light it might almost have
floated away.  I delighted in the soft, warm feel of
her vagina lips as I stroked her very tenderly between
her legs.

She giggled and wriggled her hips.  “That tickles,”
she smiled at me.  “But I like it,” she whispered in
my ear.  Then she reached out her hand and nervously
touched my penis.  She put her hand round it, rather
swollen as it was, and then felt my testicles.  She
seemed to be more curious than sexually aroused.

When she was satisfied she put up her arm and wrapped
it round my neck.  She smiled into my eyes, then
nestled her cheek against mine and whispered, “I love
you.  You’re kind.”

I couldn’t truthfully tell her I loved her, so I just
put my head close to hers and kissed her gently on her
soft warm cheek.  She turned her head and smiled into
my eyes.  Then she kissed me on the mouth.  I didn’t
like that too much as it was very wet.

“You must see Shelley’s pussy very often,” Cindy said
pertly.  “And Marina’s.  Have you ever poked them?” 
She giggled in a silly way.

I suddenly began to feel rather disgusted.  I did not
want to hear my girls talked about in this cheap way. 
“It’s none of your business,” I told her coldly.  “I
don’t give away secrets and I wouldn’t give away
yours, either.”

She giggled again, and I began to feel rather tired of
her silliness, although I suppose she couldn’t help
it.  “It’s about time we were getting back to the
dorms,” I said.

She suddenly looked alarmed.  “I don’t want to,” she
said.  “I like it here.  I like being with you.”

“If one of the other girls is awake and knows you were
gone for a long time, you could be in very big
trouble,” I told her, and saw a spark of unease come
into her eyes.

“I thought - some people - when we’re together - they
do . . .” she stammered.  Unable to explain and not
wanting to anger me again with her use of obscene
words, she tried to use her hands to demonstrate the
sex act.  “Aren’t we going to . . ?”

“It’s not safe any more tonight,” I told her. 
“Another night if it’s safe we can do, but we’ve been
too long tonight.”  I knew that another night I would
have another boy with me and it would be impossible.

She looked disappointed.  Reluctantly she stood up. 
Then she turned and looked at me.  “One last kiss?”
she pleaded.  Then she thrust her hips forward, making
the preferred spot clear.

I put my lips there, feeling the feathery fuzzy hair
tickle my top lip as I did so, and the warm skin
underneath.  I kissed her gently just below the hair,
picking up a faint smell of urine as I did so.

Then I stood up.  “Panties on,” I instructed her,
picking them up for her with one hand and patting her
gently on her soft round bottom with the other, while
she gave a little giggle and squeal.  “You go first,
and I’d better wait a few minutes before I come.”

Pulling up her panties, she reached up to kiss me
again before starting back.  At the corner she
stopped, blew a kiss, flashed her panties down a
moment with a naughty grin to give me a final view of
her secret place, and then disappeared.

Immediately I relieved myself into the nearest bush. 
It had been hard to hold.  I gave her a few minutes
and then walked back to my dorm, heart still thumping
wildly but clothed once more.  From the corner of my
eye I could see a figure standing in the shadows by
the door of her dormitory, waving to me.  I pretended
not to notice.

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 3)


The little eight-year-olds Vicky and Tarryn were the
centre of attention for the older girls on the camp. 
As girls always seem to do, they spoilt the little
ones rotten, playing with them, bouncing them around
and giving them a great time.

Or they did with the golden-haired Vicky, at least.  I
wandered around the open area in the middle of the
campsite during our morning break to see Marina and a
friend holding Vicky under the arms and swinging her
backwards and forwards, high in the air both sides. 
There was a vivid display of several hectares of baggy
white panties as they swung her forward each time and
her legs shot high in the air, as she squealed and
giggled in delight.  I half-expected to see 
the panties flying off and come sailing towards me
with every swing.

The little Tarryn was different.  She didn’t seem to
be particularly shy, but for some reason she seemed to
hate being treated like a little girl.  I had already
found out that I couldn’t help her with anything, and
she didn’t even like the older girls picking her up or
swinging her around or doing anything else with her. 
I could see Tarryn standing by herself nearby while
the other girls were laughing and playing with their
favourite toy called Vicky, with an unsmiling and
unemotional face.

As I watched, I happened to notice Tarryn reach a hand
down and press herself gently between her legs.  She
wriggled slightly.  None of the other girls were
taking any notice of her, so she probably thought she
was unseen.  I stood and watched the girls, smiling,
but all the time I was really keeping an eye on what
Tarryn was doing.  The signs were that she needed to
go to the toilet, and I expected her to go off there,
some distance away at the opposite end of the camp, at
any moment.

I could see signs of discomfort in Tarryn as she stood
by, watching the fun expressionlessly.  A couple of
minutes later her fingers stole down between her legs
again.  Then she turned round and walked through the
gap between the two dormitories behind them all, her
back to me.  My heart gave a lurch, as I guessed her
intentions.

I thought quickly.  I was already on the move, idly
strolling over towards the bottom dormitory in the
row, as Tarryn disappeared behind it.  I could see an
empty sweet packet lying next to the steps which led
up to the dormitory door, and I would use that as my
excuse, being a good citizen willing to pick up
rubbish left lying around.

I really impressed myself with my quick thinking.  As
I walked, I took some coins out of my pocket and
looked at them.  I reached the sweet packet and bent
down to pick it up.  As I did so, I `accidentally’
flicked the coins underneath the steps.  As you will
remember, the dormitories were raised about half a
metre off the ground.

With a grunt of annoyance, for the benefit of anybody
watching me, although nobody was closer than the group
of noisy girls about ten metres away, I crouched down
and searched under the steps for my coins, scrabbling
in the thick layer of dust with my fingers.  From that
position I could see right underneath the whole
dormitory to the other side.  Spying like this isn’t
my usual way at all, but I just couldn’t pass up an
opportunity like this.

I was just in time.  I could see a pair of bare legs,
with white socks and brown sandals, on the far side,
in the middle, directly opposite me.  Two arms were
reaching down and pulling a pair of pale and rather
tatty yellow panties down to the knees.

I kept watching, my hands still scrabbling around for
my coins.  I `found’ one of them.  The knees folded as
a bare bottom came down, framed against a dark blue
skirt behind it.  The two cheeks of the bottom curved
round beautifully until they met in the middle. 
Between them I could see the crack of Tarryn’s little
bottom, meeting a slighter darker pink mound.  I held
my breath as I focused on the long thin slit clearly
visible down the centre.

I can see everything vividly now, and it still causes
my heart to flutter and my loins to warm.  Two knees
with panties wrapped around them, the tops of them
just visible under the dormitory floor.  A glimpse of
a white blouse at the top behind it above the inside
of the skirt, as far up Tarryn as I could see, which
was just as well as it meant she couldn’t have seen
me.  Then a cute little belly button, and white flesh
down to an open vagina below it, just above the twin
bulges of her white bottom, with the dark blue skirt
hanging down behind.  As I watched, a strong stream of
liquid splashed down from the middle of it all on to
the hard ground.

I still scrabbled around, watching as the stream of
urine became a trickle.  It stopped, then a little
hand reached down to wipe it.  Then the legs
straightened, the hands reached down to the knees for
the panties, and I knew it was time to move.  I
suddenly `discovered’ my other coin, picked it up with
an exclamation, put them both in my pocket as
obviously as I reasonably could, held the sweet
wrapper where it was visible and wandered across to
the middle of the clearing to the nearest dustbin.

Looking around casually, I thought that only Cindy had
been taking any notice of me, and she had just been on
her way over to see what I was doing.  I didn’t think
she suspected anything, though, or I would have read
it in her face.  She had tried to renew our friendship
first thing that morning, but I had quietly warned her
that if anybody had missed her the night before and
then seen us together the next morning, they might
suspect where she had been and it would certainly stop
us meeting again.  That seemed to keep her away from
me for the next couple of days, but I often found her
eyes following me and she still gave me the occasional
flash of underwear.  Once she pulled her blouse
forward to give me a view of a little breast on the
pretext of scratching an itch.

I dropped the wrapper into the bin and turned back. 
The older girls were all gathered admiringly round
Vicky, who was telling them something with a big smile
on her face and with all the precocious air of one who
knows she is the centre of the universe.  Tarryn had
joined them again by now, but was still standing
silently to one side.  I wondered if any of the others
had even noticed her brief absence.  I looked at her
with warmth and pity in my heart.  I could still
visualise every second of what I had seen, and I
wished I could put my arms round her and love this
lonely little girl and make her smile and laugh as I
had seen her do in the swimming pool the evening
before.

After the morning break we had a kind of scavenger
hunt, which I was leading.  I had all the
first-formers in front of me, ready for me to explain
the rules.  All were quiet and ready to listen -
except for Vicky.  She was talking and giggling away
with the older girls, and taking no notice when they
put their fingers to their lips to try to quieten her.

“Vicky, we’re waiting for you to keep quiet,” I told
her.

I had to say it twice before she took any notice. 
Then she just said, “In a minute,” and carried on
talking.

This was when I saw red.  I strode over to her and
crouched down so may face was on the same level as
hers.  I jabbed my finger into her chest.  Suddenly
startled, she turned and gazed at me.

“That’s enough, Vicky; you keep quiet and do as you
told,” I said very strongly and sternly.  I knew I had
to win this battle right away or neither I nor any of
the other junior leaders would be able to do anything
with her and we would also lose the respect of the
other first-formers.  “Any more noise from you, and
you don’t play this game.”

She stared at me, and then her big baby-blue eyes
filled with tears.  She put her thumb to her mouth and
nestled up against the nearest girl, looking
wonderfully pathetic.  She really put on an Oscar
performance.  All around me I could hear murmurs from
the other girls, outraged that I should dare to be
unkind to their precious little darling.  I had lost
their liking, but at least kept their respect.  It was
the better choice.  I knew that their liking could be
regained, but once respect has gone it never returns.

I began to walk back to the front, then suddenly
turned.  Tarryn was standing next to Vicky, so I
smiled at her and said, “Tarryn, you are so
well-behaved.  That’s great.”  That made her look down
in some embarrassment.

Back at the front I could see most of the boys
regarding me with new respect, many of them grinning,
while most of the girls were glaring at me with some
hostility as they gathered ranks round Vicky, who was
blatantly playing for their sympathy.  I could see
Cindy grinning at me, though.  I caught Marina’s eye,
and I could see that she was now beginning to realise
that they had been spoiling Vicky rather too much.  I
was now able to carry on with my instructions without
any further problems, though.

That afternoon I had another encounter with Tarryn. 
Again we were having our break, after siesta this
time, and again Vicky was holding court with her
admirers, but there was no sign of Tarryn.  I chatted
with others but kept an eye open all the time, but she
still did not appear after ten minutes or more.  I
wondered if she was behind the dormitories again,
although ten minutes was much too long for it to be
the same reason.

I tried to think of an excuse to wander round to the
back of the girls’ dormitories.  I couldn’t, so in the
end I just decided to try and make it look as if I was
going on a stroll all round the very outside of the
campsite.  The campsite was part of a larger area that
had a high fence all around it, while our area was
separated from the wilder part by a low grass fence
about twenty metres beyond the dormitories.  So I
strolled down to the bottom end, looked out at the
scenery, the trees and the hills visible there, and
then turned to my left to continue my stroll behind
the girls’ dormitories.

As soon as I reached a point level with the backs of
those dormitories, I saw that I had guessed right.  A
little figure was huddled up against the back of the
second dormitory up.  I continued my walk, pretending
to study the scenery, and then when I was well behind
the bottom dormitory I cut across towards Tarryn.

She was huddled up with her knees up in front of her
and her chin buried in her knees.  She saw me coming,
and dropped her head down between her knees, looking
right down at the ground.  Further along the back of
that dormitory I could see a small patch of damp
ground.  So she had been at it again, but not come
back afterwards this time.  I hadn’t been able to see
her this time, which was perhaps a good thing, as I
could not have expected to get away with the same
trick with the sweet packet and the coins that I had
done before.  I would have to live on the attractive
memory.

    I sat down just in front of Tarryn, which gave me
a ringside view of her yellow panties, quite clearly
in view with her knees up above her chin.  They were
stretched tightly over her little bottom, with a
little wet patch in the middle where she had obviously
not been quite quick enough.  She either didn’t care
or never gave a thought to what I could see from my
position, though.  At one point behind the crotch the
material had come away from the elastic, leaving a
little loop of loose material that showed another
centimetre or two of her bottom on that side.

“What’s the matter, Tarryn?” I asked her gently.  I
wanted to put my arms round her, but could tell that
she wouldn’t have liked that at all.

“Nothing,” she muttered, still looking right down to
the ground.

“You missing your mum and dad?” I asked her.  She
shook her head.

“You sad because Vicky’s not playing with you?” I went
on.  She didn’t answer, but her head went further down
and she screwed her eyes up fiercely in a vain attempt
to stop a tear from escaping.  She sniffed.  That was
clearly the problem.

“Tarryn, why are you so proud?” I asked her, very
quietly and gently.

This question startled her.  Her head jerked up and
she glared at me with damp, pale green eyes.  I smiled
inquiringly into her eyes.  “I’m not proud!” she
mumbled fiercely after a moment.

“You were too proud to let me help you get on and off
that truck,” I told her.  “You’re too proud to let
people help you with anything.  You’re too proud to
let the other girls play with you.”  I paused, but she
said nothing.

“You are such an attractive girl that people look at
you and they like you, and they want to help you and
to play with you,” I went on, slowly and gently.  “But
you won’t let them.  That makes a lot of people think
you don’t want to be friendly, and then they take no
notice of you because they don’t know how to treat
you.  But I know you’re not really like that.”

Her head went down again.  I saw her knuckles whiten
as she clenched her fists, trying her hardest not to
cry.  I continued, “I saw you playing in the pool
yesterday.  You were smiling and laughing and so
excited, enjoying all the fun.  That’s the real
Tarryn.  I want to see you like that again.”

She tried to tuck her body up even more tightly.  A
low whine came from her that would have been a howl
had she let it go.  Her body shook as she could no
longer stop the sobs that had been building up inside.
 Hard though she tried to screw up her eyes, she could
not stop the tears that cascaded down her face and
splashed on the ground.  Hard though she tried not to
make a sound, she could not completely quieten the
wail that came out with every breath.

But she didn’t try to turn her body away from me. 
That gave me hope, and I dared to act.  Very gently I
put one hand on her knee and the other on her shoulder
and whispered in her ear, “Am I allowed to help you
this time?”

Finally her pride broke.  She almost fell against me,
one arm grabbing my shirt tightly by my waist as she
buried her head against my chest, her body heaving all
the time.  I could feel her tears soaking through my
shirt, but my heart thrilled as little poor lonely
little girl cried her heart out against me.  I wrapped
my arms around her and stroked her back gently with
one hand.

It only took about half a minute for her to get over
it.  Then she gave a deep sigh, sat up and looked at
me with grave, wet, intelligent eyes.  “I’m all
right,” she whispered.

I gave her my biggest smile.  “You know, you make me
feel so good now, because you let me help you,” I told
her.  “But I want to see you smile.  I want to see you
laugh.  I want to see you full of fun.  That’s the
real Tarryn.”

She did make a good effort to smile, but couldn’t
quite manage it.  “You ready to come back to the
others now?” I asked her.

She looked down and shook her head.  “I’ll come soon,”
she whispered.  “You go.”

I knew she just wanted a few minutes to herself,
probably because her face was a mess.  So I climbed to
my feet, touching her gently on the hand as I did so,
and whispering, “See you, then.”  I walked off, and
turned to look back and wave when I reached the corner
of the dormitory.  She was still looking at me with
serious eyes, but I felt confident she was feeling
much better now.

(To be continued)


CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 4)


Coming back into the courtyard, I saw that Vicky had
found a new game.  It was lifting up girls’ skirts to
reveal their panties.  She was running around all over
the place, giggling her silly little head off, and
pulling up skirts whenever she could.  The other girls
were clearly not enjoying her so much now, as they
stood there with knees half-bent and holding their
skirts tightly round their legs, seemingly unable to
do anything about her.

She got through Nikki’s defences, lifting the front of
her skirt high above her waist.  “Red panties!” Vicky
screamed, laughing, while Nikki pulled her skirt down
again, most embarrassed.  Then she went for Cindy, who
had not been part of the group but was idling in my
direction.  Up went Cindy’s skirt, putting her dull
white panties on view.  Cindy squealed and aimed a
slap at her.

One of the other girls, now looking for revenge rather
than fun, lifted up Vicky’s own skirt to give a view
of her baggy white panties, but it only made Vicky
laugh the louder.  Shelley, being Shelley, had her own
answer.  As Vicky ran towards her, she lifted up the
front of her own dress to show her clear white panties
and said strongly, “There, if you want them.”  Vicky
veered away to find another victim.

Marina was standing out of it, looking quite serious. 
“Come with me a moment, please, Marina,” I asked her,
and then walked straight towards Vicky.  Marina
followed me.  Vicky saw me coming and froze to the
spot, looking guilty and staring at me.  No doubt she
was ready to turn on another heart-rending performance
if I was unkind to her.  The other girls fell quiet
too, and I could sense that I was still not too
popular with them after rebuking their darling.

“Vicky, where’s Tarryn?” I asked her quietly.

This hadn’t been what Vicky was expecting, so she took
a moment to answer.  The guilt disappeared from her
face, and then she shrugged her shoulders, spread out
her hands and said carelessly, “I dunno.”  Her tone of
voice showed that she really meant, “How should I
know?”

I bent down to speak firmly but gently to Vicky. 
“Tarryn is feeling very lonely at the moment because
you and the other girls are ignoring her.”  I could
feel the atmosphere among the first-form girls thaw a
little.  Obviously they had had no idea of how Tarryn
might have felt when they ignored her.

“It’s her fault,” said Vicky precociously, shrugging
it off.  “She doesn’t want to play.”

“You mean she doesn’t want to play the same way that
you do,” I said quietly, but clearly enough for the
other girls to hear.  “She came along on this camp as
your friend, and you were the only person she really
knew.  But you take no notice of her.  How would you
feel if that happened to you?”

Then Marina took charge in her own lovely way, as I
hoped she would.  “That’s so sad, Roy,” she exclaimed.
 “Do you know where Tarryn is?”

“She’s round the back of that dormitory,” I said,
indicating the one.

“Vicky, I think we should go and find Tarryn and make
her feel better,” Marina said.  Ignoring the possible
risk to her skirt, she went up and held out a hand to
Vicky.  Vicky took it.  Somehow, Marina always manages
to command that extra respect among the girls.  Marina
led her off in the direction of Tarryn.

I stood up and looked at the other girls, who were
staring at me and wondering whether they should
perhaps have hated me quite so much.  “You’ve created
rather a monster with Vicky, haven’t you?” I said to
them.  They didn’t answer.  “When you spoil her too
much, you have a problem,” I went on.  “If she keeps
going round lifting up skirts, because you let her
think she can get away with anything, you’re not going
to be safe, are you?”  I wandered off, leaving them to
think about it.

I kept an eye on what was going on, and a few minutes
later I saw Marina returning from behind the
dormitories with the two small girls.  Vicky was
bouncing along, irrepressible as ever, while Marina
was talking in a friendly way with Tarryn, who was
listening attentively but still looking
expressionless.  Vicky went running back to the other
girls, but they had evidently decided they must do
something about her.  Several of them converged on her
in a group and they had a talk which seemed to have
some effect, because Vicky was much more subdued for a
while after that.  There was no more lifting of
skirts, either, about which I had mixed feelings!

Marina looked after the little Tarryn brilliantly. 
She sat between the two of us at the evening meal, and
we found out that she is really a very interesting
talker once she feels she has somebody willing to
listen to her.  My guess is that she’s ignored at
home, which makes her feel that nobody wants to listen
to her and that she has to be self-reliant and
independent.  I tried hard to keep from my mind that
picture of her urinating behind the dormitory, but it
wasn’t easy, as that was when I first felt so tenderly
for her.

Marina was also making another friend, a girl called
Kelly, who was new to the school and the country. 
Kelly is quite a small girl, perhaps a little dumpy,
but her most outstanding feature is a beautiful pair
of large, liquid hazel eyes.  She is sensible and
mature in her behaviour, rather like Marina, so I
suppose that is why they are attracted to each other. 
She has a long light-brown ponytail down the back of
her head as far as her bottom, which gives her about
the longest hair in the school.  She seemed to be
rather nervous of me at first, but as her friendship
with Marina developed she obviously learned more about
me, and I often caught her looking at me rather
admiringly with big beautiful smiling eyes, but
without the courage to say much.

I soon had a chance to get to know her better.  The
following afternoon, the Wednesday, we all went on a
hike together.  We were supposed to keep in dormitory
groups but, with the help of Marina’s junior leader,
our two groups stayed quite close together.  Marina
and I walked side by side, with Kelly on Marina’s
other side and Tarryn, who had joined our group, next
to me.  Gradually Tarryn was beginning to smile more,
and I listened to her very attentively when she
decided to talk.  Vicky and her older sister Jacqui
were also in our group.

Kelly was also becoming quite talkative, and we had
just started out on our way back when she was chatting
again, looking at me as she did so and not carefully
enough at the rough ground we were walking over her. 
Suddenly she stumbled sideways with a gasp and fell. 
She rolled over and then sat up, putting her knee up
and grasping her ankle which she had obviously hurt.

This gave me my first real view of her panties, of
course.  She was wearing the bright white ones that I
find so attractive, the sort that look silky smooth
and give a firm rounded shape to the crotch, and
indeed all over.  I knelt down to look with concern at
her ankle, which gave me an even better view.

“I think I twisted it a bit,” she said, with tears of
pain in her eyes.  I gave her my hand, put an arm
round her shoulders and helped her to her feet, with
Marina on the other side.  She put her weight on it
and hobbled a bit, unable to put her full weight on
it.  The other girls all gathered round, very
sympathetic.

“I can walk a bit, I think,” she said, and tried.  She
didn’t do too badly, but it didn’t look as if she
would be able to handle the four or five kilometres we
still had to go to reach the campsite again.

Marina’s junior leader, a rather plump ineffective
girl called Susan, tried to take charge.  She put an
arm round Kelly and tried to help support her as she
limped along, but it wasn’t very successful.  I came
over to the other side and Kelly tried to put an arm
round each of our necks, but Susan was quite a bit
taller than Kelly and I was quite a bit taller than
Susan, so it didn’t work at all.

“I think it might be better if people the same size as
Kelly do it,” suggested Marina, coming round to help. 
She called Nikki, and they got on either side of
Kelly, while she put an arm round each of their necks.
 It was certainly better, but rather slow going, so I
sent my group of boys up ahead to join one of the
other groups with a message that we would just follow
the main party slowly home, and I would just stay with
them to make sure they were all right.  Susan was not
the most capable or confident person to be left in
charge of a group of stragglers.  That was my story,
anyway, but strictly speaking I was right!

Nikki, I was pleased to note, had not done up her
skirt zip properly, so I could see a narrow slit
showing her pink flesh at the top and pale green
panties this time, with a lacy white border at the
top.  Much better than those horrible red panties that
Vicky had so rudely exposed to the public the previous
day.  Nikki would sometimes tease me with them,
flashing them under my nose when she was wearing them
and then running away as I pretended I was going to
pull them off.

We made progress slowly, but I could tell Marina and
Nikki were getting tired.  So after a while I said,
“Let me give her a piggy-back - if Kelly will let me!”
 I looked at her with an enquiring smile on my face.

She looked back at me, hazel eyes wide open and a
nervous smile just twisting the corner of her mouth. 
Then she said, “All right, thank you.”

I crouched down while she climbed on, then pushed
myself to my feet.  I could feel and see her warm arms
around my neck, her long hair brushing my ear, her
fresh breath against my cheek.  She’s lovely!  I set
off, treading rather heavily, with Kelly resting
peacefully on my back.

“Me! Me!” squealed Vicky, trying to find someone to
give her a piggy-back too, and not having to try too
hard.  Tarryn as usual kept silent, walking quietly
between Marina and me.

We made better progress after this, although my back
was getting rather sore by the time we finally got
back to the campsite, well behind the others, who were
all having showers.

“Let me try walking the last bit,” asked Kelly as we
reached the gate, perhaps feeling embarrassed at the
thought of having everyone see her carried in like a
little girl.  I let her down gently, and she made
quite a good job of walking over to her dormitory.  It
was not too bad a sprain, and by the time Friday came
round she was able to walk almost normally.  But
clearly she could have not handled the long walk back
that afternoon.

Kelly turned to me at the door of her dormitory and,
blushing slightly, thanked me with a smile.  “Aren’t
you going to give him a kiss?” Shelley asked Kelly
jokingly.

I did not think it was very sensible of Shelley. 
“That would be lovely, but only if she wants to,” I
smiled at Kelly, hoping all the same.

But Kelly just repeated her thanks and then
disappeared inside the dormitory.  Still, I wondered
if Shelley’s silly suggestion had sowed seeds in her
mind.

That evening I was on duty again after lights out, and
I wondered if Cindy would make another attempt to meet
me in the bushes.  It might have been tempting were it
not so dangerous, and I decided that once had been
quite enough.  So I made sure I stayed with Carl, my
companion on duty, all the time, while keeping an eye
on the door to Cindy’s dormitory.

Before long I could just see, in the dim light, the
door open and shut.  A dim figure came out, looking
naked again.  I could just make out the shape of a
girl, presumably in panties, but Carl was not looking
in that direction and he saw nothing.

Cindy obviously saw that I was with somebody, and it
was not long before the door opened and shut again,
and she disappeared.  I hoped that would be the end of
it, but a minute later she reappeared, this time
wearing a short nightdress.

She walked her way towards the top of the campsite,
explaining, “Just going to the toilet” in a low voice
as she passed us, giving me a meaningful look.  Carl
took little notice of her, as I was deliberately
engaging him in conversation at the time.

A minute or two later Cindy appeared in the doorway of
the toilets, looking in our direction, no doubt
waiting to see if I would break away from Carl and
come over to her.  I kept talking to Carl.  She passed
behind him on the way to the dormitory, making faces
as she went to try to pass on her message.  I just
said to her, “Back to your dorm now, Cindy,” and she
had no choice but to go.

The problem was that this made Cindy decide that she
had nothing to lose by flirting with me during the
day, and became more of a nuisance.  It was one of
those things I had to put up with.

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 5)


Most of us had mixed feelings when Friday arrived, the
day we were due to return home.  Quite a number of the
first-formers had been rather homesick at first, and
were just beginning to get used to being away from
home when it was all over.  I was really enjoying the
time I had with them, especially those girls I was
getting to know well.  It was frustrating, though, to
be unable to enjoy a naturist lifestyle with them.

The plan on Friday was for us to pack and clean up the
dormitories after breakfast.  When that was completed,
we would walk to the nearby village of Pinosora with
packed lunches.  We would have a couple of hours free
in the village before we met in the city square again
at two o’clock.  There the truck from the school would
pick us up, drive us to the campsite to pick up our
luggage, and then back to the school and home.

All went according to plan to start with.  I won’t
bore you with the details of the cleaning up and the
walk, except to say that Kelly was able to walk most
of the way herself now, and I just gave her a
piggyback at the end when her ankle was getting a
little sore.

When we arrived at the village square, just before
midday, Aunt Sue gave us further details.  She would
take a group on a tour around the village, which would
include a short visit to the local bakery.  If any of
us wanted to go somewhere else, that was fine, as long
as there was a junior leader in charge and as long as
we were back by a quarter to two.

“I want to explore by myself,” decided Shelley,
probably just because that gave her a bit more
independence from her mum.  “What about you, Roy?”

“I don’t really mind,” I said.

I think Shelley knew that I would just prefer to be
with Marina, because she tackled Marina: “Come on,
Marina, let’s go and explore by ourselves with Roy. 
He doesn’t mind what we do.”

“Well, let’s do that, then, shall we?” replied Marina.
 “All right, Kelly?”  So one independent group had
been arranged.  Another was also being organised with
two of the other junior leaders, but most of the
first-formers did not want to miss the visit to the
bakery.

Soon there was a group of us.  Kelly of course joined
us, and Cindy seemed determined to follow me
everywhere I went.  At camp the day before she had
told me outright, “I’m going wherever you go.”  I
teased her by immediately nipping into the boys’
toilets!  I could hear her waiting outside, grumbling
and still talking to me!

Tarryn wanted to come with Marina and me, and so
Vicky, who had quite made things up with Tarryn and
become very attached to her again, decided to come
too, and persuaded her older sister Jacqui to join us
as well.  The group was completed by Nikki.  I was
rather surprised that Laura did not join us, but she
had seemed attracted by one of the other male junior
leaders during the camp and had paid me less attention
recently.

Earlier that morning I had come across Nikki on the
way to breakfast and, with nobody else in earshot, had
asked her teasingly as usual, “What do you have for me
today?”  She smiled with that beautiful fresh face of
hers and answered in a seductive whisper, “Your
favourites!”  But she hadn’t shown me, with others
around who might have seen, and she had remembered to
do up the zip on her skirt this time.

We reported to Aunt Sue before we set off, as she had
instructed us, and then wandered around the village
without really knowing where we were going.  It was a
sleepy rather than a busy village, especially at
siesta time, so there was not too much to watch
either.  We passed a small public swimming pool, but
swimming costumes were required and we had left those
back at the camp, to our dismay.  It would have been
ideal in the very hot weather, but we had never given
it a thought.

Then Nikki spotted a notice pointing up a side road,
which read `Paintings’ in the local language and had
an arrow pointing up it.  We decided we would go and
have a look to see what this was about.

We walked up the road, which turned a corner after
about a hundred metres, and then became a narrow dirt
path.  There was another notice pointing along it, so
we followed it.  We were going out of the village, but
we still had plenty of time and did not expect it
would take too long to get there.

We walked for about twenty minutes through some hilly
and wooded countryside, but there was still no sign of
any paintings - in fact, we never were to find out
what they were.  After this time Kelly’s ankle began
to bother her again.  “Could we sit down for just five
minutes and rest, please?” she asked, as we came
alongside a large rock by the side of the path.  “I’d
also like some lunch.”

“So do I,” piped up Vicky loudly.

We all agreed, so Kelly hoisted herself up on the
sloping rock and examined her ankle, again giving me
an appetising view of those lovely smooth white
panties she generally wears.  I came closer, my excuse
being to look at her ankle, which was a little red and
swollen.  She seemed happily unaware of what she was
also showing, much to my pleasure, and I wished I
could reach out and feel them.

Marina sat up on the rock next to her, sympathetic. 
Marina does not often reveal her panties, not because
she is over-afraid to do so like some girls, but
because she is naturally graceful and feminine, not
given to undue bending or sitting with her legs
splayed out or her knees up.  On a sloping surface
like this rock it is different, though, and I could
enjoy a long view of her soft white panties, so
delicately enclosed around her thighs, as we both
examined Kelly’s ankle.  Then Marina began to open the
lunch packs.

Cindy too sat down in front of me, deliberately I am
sure pulling her knees up so I could get a full view
of her panties.  As if absent-mindedly, she scratched
inside the leg of her panties, giving me a brief
glimpse of the dark pink mound between her legs.  The
little girls Vicky and Tarryn plonked themselves down
at the side of the road, Vicky hugging her knees so I
could see quite a bit of the plain pink panties she
was wearing this time.  I just saw a brief flash of
off-colour white from Tarryn.  Jacqui sat down more
carefully next to them, with her back half-turned
towards me so I could not investigate her underwear
yet.

Shelley was not at all tired.  “Come, Nikki, let’s see
where this path goes,” she said, setting off along a
narrow side path through the trees.

“Make sure you stay where you can see us,” I called to
them as they went.

A couple of minutes later I got a call from them, just
visible through the bushes about fifty metres away. 
Shelley was waving in excitement.  “Roy, come and see
this!”

I assured the girls I would be back in a minute, and
set off down the narrow path, wondering what all the
excitement was about.  When I reached Shelley and
Nikki, I could see they were near the edge of what
looked like a large abandoned quarry, perhaps fifty
metres across.  There was a wire fence around it, but
only about a metre high.

The quarry was now a lake, and we could see a little
waterfall splashing down into it almost opposite us,
coming out of a hole in the side and no doubt helping
to keep water in it during the hot dry summer which
still did not look like ending.  The top of the water
was perhaps about fifteen metres below us.

“Look at those boys,” giggled Nikki, pointing across
to the other side.  “They were swimming when we first
saw them.”  I could see three teenaged local boys,
quite naked, looking towards us as they were preparing
to dress after their lunch-time swim.  We could see
the big black patch of pubic hair on their loins and
their large penises were just visible at that
distance, but they didn’t seem to mind.  One of them
waved to us, and another shook his penis in our
direction.  I waved back, and Nikki giggled again.

“Please can we swim here, Roy?” begged Shelley.  “I’m
so hot!  Let’s give up on those paintings - they’re
too far away.”

“Well, there are no warning notices and those boys
wouldn’t be swimming unless it was safe,” I said. 
“But we’d better see what the others say.  We need to
keep together.”  My heart began to beat a little
faster with anticipation, and I was sure I would be
able to persuade them to come, and hopefully to swim
as well.  I was a bit worried about the presence of
the boys, though, as the girls would not be keen to
expose much while they were there.

We returned to the others, and Shelley burst out,
“We’ve found an old quarry full of water.  Let’s
forget the paintings and go for a swim!  It’s quite
safe - there were some boys in it, but they’ve
finished now.”

“We haven’t got our costumes,” said Jacqui sadly, as
if that was an end to the idea and there was no
solution.

“We don’t need costumes here, silly,” retorted
Shelley.  “I’m swimming naked.”

Kelly and Jacqui, not used to this idea, looked rather
shocked.  “I’m not swimming naked,” said Tarryn
firmly.

“The rest of us can just swim in our panties, if you
like,” said Marina.  “It really doesn’t matter as long
as there’s nobody else around, I’m sure.”  And since
Marina said so, the others accepted it.

“As long as the boys have gone,” said Kelly.

“I’ll swim in my panties; I don’t mind,” boasted
Cindy, standing up and flashing her skirt up and down
to show us all what she had underneath.  “Let’s go,
Shelley.”

The others stood up and followed Shelley along the
path.  We arrived to find the boys just climbing out
of the quarry and then disappearing along a path the
far side.  I was relieved, as their presence would
have inhibited the girls.

We climbed over the little fence, some of the girls
revealing their underwear as they did so.  Looking
down the rocky side of the quarry, I thought I could
see a way down just to our right.  Shelley as usual
plunged right down it, scrambling down from one rock
or ledge to another.  The others followed more
carefully, while I brought up the rear, ready to help
any who needed it.  None of them did, as it was not
too difficult a descent.

Below us I could see Shelley stop on a rocky ledge
three or four metres above the water level and throw
off her blouse.  Down came the skirt and the panties,
and her little tanned bottom glinted in the sun for a
moment as she stepped forward, put her hands together
and dived straight into the water.  I had a moment of
fear as I suddenly thought that the water might be
shallow at this point, but as I looked again I saw
that the water was quite clear and it was deep enough.

Shelley came to the surface and yelled with delight. 
“It’s lovely!” she shouted to us.  “Come in!”

I deliberately held back in case I might inhibit the
girls from changing, staying well behind them.  “Wait
a minute, girls, before getting in,” I heard Marina
say as they began unbuttoning their blouses.  “We need
to put our clothes neatly at the back so they won’t
fall into the water.”

A moment later she looked up at me with a rather
concerned expression on her face.  “Roy, I’m rather
worried about this ledge,” she said.  “There’s a big
crack at the back here, and I’m worried it might just
break off.”

I could see the crack from where I was.  The other
girls, who had stopped undressing, joined Marina to
have a look.  “I see what you mean,” I said.  “Girls,
best I think if you just pick up Shelley’s clothes and
we’ll try and find somewhere safer for us.”

The girls saw the point of this, and moved together
back the way they had come while Marina began to
collect Shelley’s clothes.  There was no warning, just
a crack, and the whole ledge, girls and all, broke off
and splashed down into the water.  There were a couple
of terrified screams, cut off almost instantly as they
all hit the water.  I was so glad that Shelley was not
underneath, but she was swimming about ten metres
away.

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 6)


I caught a glimpse of blue and white uniforms
floundering in the water, amid masses of bubbles and
breathless screams.  The water in that area had
suddenly turned almost brown from the crumbling rock
that had landed in it and sunk instantly to the
bottom.  Terrified that one or more of the girls might
have gone down with it, I ripped off my clothes so
they wouldn’t drag me down and plunged straight into
it.

Perhaps I should have stayed up there for a few
seconds longer to assess the situation better, because
it was chaos down there as terrified girls thrashed
around, weighted down by their school uniforms and
spluttering with a lot of water in their lungs.  Cindy
and Jacqui were holding on to each other and
half-sinking each other at the same time.  But there
was so much wild thrashing around that I dared not try
to get close to them yet.  “It’s all right - calm
down!” I bellowed at the top of my voice, trying in
vain to count and see if they were all there.

“Take your shoes off!” I yelled again, and repeated
the order.  The girls, trying to tread water with
great difficulty, saw the sense of this, and when they
kept their heads it only took them a second to reach
down and slip off their light-weight sandals.

Then I heard a frightened cry from Tarryn, “Help! 
Vicky can’t swim!  Help!”

The little girls were on the other side of the main
group from me, so I hadn’t seen them properly.  All I
could see was a wild desperate thrashing in the water.
 “Hang on, Vicky, we’re coming!” I heard Jacqui
scream.

The older girls were now in control of their swimming,
although weighed down by their uniforms, but this was
to prove a handicap for the moment.  Tarryn shouted
again, “Help Vicky - she’s drowning!”, and they all
tried to thrash their way over at once.  Swimming was
well taught at the English school, and Tarryn could
clearly swim all right, but Vicky had obviously not
progressed too far, although it was probably an
exaggeration to say that she couldn’t swim at all.

I tried to swim over to the younger girls,
breaststroke so I could see what was happening, but I
couldn’t get there because of all the other girls in
the way.  They gathered around Vicky with great panic
and splashing, all trying to grab hold of her at once.
 I caught a glimpse of her white face, mouth open,
going up and down in the water.  She was flailing her
arms around and none of the girls could get a grip on
her.

Marina was just in front of me, and she shouted out,
“Stop it, girls!  Let Roy get her!”  She pushed at a
couple of the girls and shouted again.  At last they
got the message and I was able to get in.  I
immediately grabbed hold of a waving arm and pulled
her to me.

Vicky was struggling with panic, and I’m sure she
couldn’t see a thing with her eyes full of water.  I
pulled her round in the water so her back was against
my chest.  Holding her above the water level, I
pressed her midriff tightly.  Water spurted out of her
mouth.  She coughed violently, spurted out some more
and then began to cry, still trying to struggle.

“Vicky, you’re safe now, I’ve got you,” I said as
gently as I could into her ear.  “Breathe carefully
now.”  As she gasped for breath, I held her tightly
and looked at the other girls.

“You lot had better lose some weight before you go on
a ledge ever again,” I joked, but they were too
shocked to laugh.  “Is everybody here?”  I went
through the names as quickly as I could as we all trod
water, and they gasped their replies, treading water,
all except Shelley.

“Shelley!” I called anxiously.  “Where are you?”

“Over here!” I heard a reply, a long way away, it
seemed.  “Swim over here, everybody!”

Looking for her, with Vicky gasping but still in my
arms, I saw her scrambling up the side of the quarry
on to another ledge, just above the water level. 
“This ledge is safer!” she called.

“Right, let’s go over there, then,” I panted, lying on
my back, with Vicky on my chest, turning slowly around
and kicking my way across.  The other girls all swam
over slowly, some of them obviously shocked and
exhausted.  All the time I kept whispering gently into
Vicky’s ear, to reassure her, “That’s right, keep
still, good girl, Vicky.  We’re nearly there and we’ll
get you out of the water.”

As I reached the ledge, Shelley thoughtfully reached
down and grabbed Vicky under the shoulders, by her
blouse.  She pulled hard, and slowly Vicky slithered
on to the ledge, where she lay in a heap, gasping for
breath.  The other girls were arriving too, but they
were all too exhausted to climb out of the water. 
Shelley went over and helped Tarryn, who for once
seemed too tired to insist on doing it herself.

I was quite tired as well by now, mainly with the
effort of getting to Vicky, and it took all my
strength to heave myself out of the water and on to
the ledge, which was about half a metre above the
surface.  I stood up and looked for Marina first.  I
saw her chin on the edge, with a hand either side. 
Her face was white and her eyes were not focusing.  I
crouched down, pushed my arms under her armpits right
to the elbows and heaved hard, pushing upwards with my
legs as soon as I could.  She came up on to the ledge
and collapsed, still panting for breath.

Slowly Shelley and I helped the other girls on to the
ledge.  As I was pulling Jacqui up, I saw her eyes go
down, and then she stared, gave a gasp and looked away
again.  Looking down, I realised for the first time
that I was naked.  If I had had time to think, I would
have kept my underpants on before jumping in so as not
to trouble the girls, but I was so used to stripping
off completely that I had never given it a thought
before now.  Showing my genitals in front of them
unintentionally, I felt a bit concerned, but realised
that some of them would no doubt feel worse than I
did.

They were all on the ledge by now, and fortunately it
was wide and strong enough for us all.  Most of the
girls lay on their stomachs or sides, faces white,
clothes soaked and gasping for breath.  Vicky was
sobbing as she gasped for breath, so I sat next to her
and held her gently against my shoulder, whispering
into her ear.  She felt very cold.

As they began to sit up again, I felt it was time to
make my announcement.  “Well, girls, sorry that I’m
naked, but I just took everything off to keep me from
getting weighed down.”

I heard a giggle from Cindy, and Marina glared at her,
and then said, “Thanks very much, Roy - you were
wonderful.”  There were murmurs of assent from some of
the others.

“I’m nearly naked too,” giggled Nikki, sitting up. 
“I’ve lost my blouse.”  I could see her little white
breasts, and I suppose she had had it quite unbuttoned
when the first ledge collapsed and that it had come
off in the water.

“Hey, what about my clothes?” suddenly asked Shelley,
who was standing up with her vagina only a
ruler-length from my eyes.  “Did they fall into the
water?”

“Yes, they must have done,” I answered, looking back. 
It was easy to see the fresh unweathered rock where
the ledge had been, suddenly exposed to the air.  I
could see a touch of dark blue, my own clothes, but
there was no sign of Shelley’s.

“Will I have to walk back naked?” she asked, with a
tinge of alarm.  That would be a bit much, even for
Shelley.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find you something,” Marina and I
assured her at the same time.  “We’ll get some leaves
and fix you up with a little nappy,” I added, teasing
her, and she aimed a playful slap at me.

“I think we’d all better take our wet clothes off,”
suggested Marina, slipping out of her blouse and
beginning to remove her skirt.  Most of the girls were
shivering, more from shock than the cold.  “They’ll
soon dry in the sun.”  She pulled off her panties, and
came to me as I held out my arms to her.

She was cold and shaking, so I wrapped my arms
tenderly around her body, feeling her cold little
breasts against my chest.  Cindy made a noise as if
she was about to make some off-colour remark, but
thought better of it.  The other girls began to remove
their sopping wet clothes too, while I deliberately
looked away from them, but kept watch from the corner
of my eye.

“I’m not going to take my panties off,” announced
Tarryn defiantly.

“That’s all right, you don’t have to,” Marina assured
her.

“Oh, don’t be so silly, Tarryn, you don’t have to
worry about Roy,” Shelley broke in crossly.  “Roy’s
seen naked girls every day of his life and he won’t
take any notice.”

The first part of that statement was a slight
exaggeration, and the second part wasn’t true,
although I usually managed to convince girls in the
end it was.  “Be quiet, Shelley.  Tarryn, it doesn’t
matter,” I told her gently.  “But if you feel too shy,
then keep your panties on - it’s all right.”

“I’m not shy,” insisted Tarryn, but still did not
remove her panties, which were a dull white with
little pink patterns on them.  I suddenly noticed that
there was a little hole in the front of her worn
panties, right at a most delicate place.  When I
looked, I could see the dark line of the middle of her
vagina through it, with her soft white skin on either
side of it.

“I don’t mind Roy seeing my pussy,” boasted Cindy
arrogantly, pulling her panties down right in front of
me.  Sensing that the other girls were watching me for
my reaction, I ignored her and held out my hand for
Vicky, who was still sitting there crying, fully
clothed and shivering.

“Let me help you, sweetie,” I whispered tenderly to
her, feeling sorry for this helpless little girl now. 
I had found her a nuisance before, but I knew she had
a certain charm about her if she used it right.

I sat her on my knee, and took off her blouse, which
stuck to her body as I pulled it off.  Then I
unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, slipping that off
down her legs.  She sat there shivering and staring
out over the quarry in her pink little panties.  I
gently pulled them off down her legs, revealing her
cute little puffy vagina underneath.  If she had
objected I would have stopped, but she didn’t seem to
mind, if she was even quite aware of what was
happening.

Then I pulled her gently towards me, her cold little
chest against mine, vagina against the top of my
thigh, wet hair pressed coldly against my shoulder. 
Marina released me to look after Vicky, and I wrapped
my arms strongly but gently around her as she buried
her face in my shoulder.

I wanted to look directly at the other girls, but had
to think of something to say first.  So I said, “Best
spread out your clothes on the rocks in the sun so
they dry more quickly,” looking at them as I did so. 
Tarryn was sitting there cross-legged, widening the
hole in her panties so I had a clear view of about one
centimetre of vagina.  Cindy was huddled up next to
the rock wall, perhaps sulking because I had ignored
her nudity.  Nikki, an occasional member of our
naturist club, was just removing those soft white
panties that I love so much.

The other two girls were more reserved, as they did
not know me well.  Jacqui was wearing a pair of pretty
white panties with a red heart in the middle, clinging
tightly to her white body.  The material was thin, and
when she pulled them up more tightly around her waist
I could see the outline of her vagina.  Kelly, curled
up like Cindy, was still wearing those lovely white
panties that I had seen earlier.  Both had been very
reluctant to take off their outer clothes and neither
seemed inclined to take their panties off.

Slowly Vicky began to warm up.  Her breathing
lightened, and she turned her head, against my chest,
to the side to look at Marina.  “Vicky, do you know
that Roy saved your life?” Marina asked her.  Well, I
hadn’t thought of that before, but I suppose Vicky’s
biggest danger was in being completely swamped by the
panicking girls trying to rescue her.

Vicky raised her head and looked up at me with big
blue eyes, rather fearful at first.  I smiled into her
eyes, and she asked me nervously, “Do you like me?”

Half an hour ago I would have had difficulty in
answering, but all that had happened in that time had
changed my feelings about her.  “Yes, I do,” I
whispered, putting my face close to hers.

Suddenly she broke into a delightful smile.  I kissed
her gently on the nose.  She giggled, and then gave me
a wet kiss on the cheek.  There was a murmur of gentle
nervous laughter from the other girls.  Then Vicky
began to sit up and look around, with one hand down
unconsciously fingering her vagina.

Then Marina asked, “How are we going to get out of
here?”

We hadn’t even thought of that.  I looked up at the
walls of the quarry.  There was a sheer wall about
five metres above us, and I could see no way of
climbing it.  Possibly I might have done it had I been
by myself, but there was no way the girls could climb
it.

I looked back to the place we had come from, the ledge
that collapsed, but it did not look possible to climb
up it again, and I would be worried about how safe it
was anyway.

The girls were starting to look panicky, thinking they
might be trapped on the ledge we were on.  I looked at
my watch, which was supposed to be waterproof, but it
had stopped just before half-past one, probably just a
few minutes before.  We were sure to be late back at
the village square.

Then I remembered the boys we had seen when we first
arrived.  I looked over to the place, about thirty
metres to our left, where they had been.  It looked
very steep, but I could see no other place round the
quarry that looked any easier.

Just at that moment, something warm and wet squirted
on to my thigh, and at the same moment there was a
squeal of horror from Vicky.  She jumped off me while
I leapt to my feet, with her urine running down my
thigh, and stared at me with big horrified eyes.  “I’m
sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” she wailed.

I bent down and fondled the back of her neck, then I
kissed her gently again.  “It’s all right, you
couldn’t help it,” I reassured her, and then lowered
myself into the water to wash off.  When I came up and
sat down again, I drew Vicky gently back on to my lap,
and sensed her relief that she was not in trouble for
it.

Marina was still worried.  “I’m sure we can’t climb
out of here,” she said.

“We’re going to have to swim again, I’m afraid,” I
told the girls, pointing to the place where the boys
had been.  “That looks like our only way out.”

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 7)


Vicky turned pale when I told them they would have to
swim again, and more tears began to trickle down her
cheeks.  “I can’t swim properly,” she wailed.

“You won’t have to,” I told her, holding her closely. 
“I’ll hold you, just like I did last time.”

She still did not look too happy, and neither did the
other girls.  But they could see there was no other
way.

“What about our clothes, though?” asked Kelly.

“When we’re all over there, I’ll come back and fetch
them,” I promised.  It was a pity, as they were
beginning to dry in the sun, but it couldn’t be
helped.

“I’m not sure I can swim that far,” said Jacqui
nervously.

“Don’t worry, I’ll swim with you,” I promised.  I
paired them off, putting as far as possible the strong
swimmers with the weak.  I was not sure about Tarryn,
and she would never admit it if she thought she
couldn’t do it, so I put her with Shelley, who is a
very strong swimmer.

I was in the middle of this when Cindy suddenly
announced cheerfully, “Tarryn, you have a hole in your
panties,” and giggled.

This was just what I hoped would not happen.  I had
enjoyed the view of the middle part of Tarryn’s vagina
through that hole, but also I didn’t want her
embarrassed.  Tarryn glanced down and then clapped her
hands over the hole, but I was already getting stuck
into Cindy.  “Cindy, you just cut out that silly kind
of talk!” I snapped at her angrily.  “It doesn’t
matter at all, so just leave other people alone!”  I
gave her a bit more of a mouthful as well, and she was
so shocked that she just went red, said nothing and
sat down with her legs curled up so nobody could see
her own vagina any longer.

We finished pairing everybody off: Shelley and Tarryn,
Cindy and Kelly, Nikki and Jacqui, and Marina and
Vicky, with myself looking after Vicky.  Shelley and
Tarryn set off first, Tarryn still clutching the front
of her panties until she had slipped safely into the
water.

As I prepared to get into the water with them and see
them safely across, Jacqui came across to me, smiling
shyly.  “Thank you for saving Vicky,” she whispered,
looking up at me with lovely green eyes.  She reached
up and put her arms round my neck to give me a hug,
and then kissed me gently on the cheek.

I bent down and drew her close, suddenly loving this
gentle, quiet girl.  “I’d do the same for you if I
needed to,” I told her, pressing her warmly against my
side.

I got into the water with Shelley and Tarryn, and swam
gently alongside them as they went.  Tarryn gamely
struggled on, refusing any help, and was very tired
when we reached the rocks where the boys had been
earlier.

She crawled on to a large rock, panting for breath,
and then sat round with her legs apart.  For a moment
I had another view of her vagina, clearer than ever
now with her wet panties sticking to her skin.  Then
suddenly she remembered again and clapped her hands
over the hole.

I pretended I had only just noticed her doing it. 
“Tarryn, holes don’t matter,” I told her gently.  “I
don’t want you ever to feel bad, and I promise you
that nobody will ever be allowed to say silly things
to you as long as I’m here.”

She didn’t respond, so I swam back for Cindy and
Kelly, then Nikki and Jacqui.  Jacqui made it without
too much trouble, despite her fears.  As she pulled
herself out of the water, her panties began to slip
down, revealing part of her cute little white bottom. 
She hurriedly pulled them up again while I turned
round to swim back, not wanting her to know that I had
seen anything.

Finally I swam back for Marina and Vicky.  Marina
gently lowered a whimpering Vicky off the ledge into
my arms, squatting as she did so, unaware or
unconcerned that from just below her I could see a
thrilling view of her between her legs.  As I took
hold of Vicky, my eyes were feasting on Marina’s soft
white labia, stretching down her flattish mound almost
to reach her bottom, the soft pieces of short light
brown fluff just beginning to grow at the top of her
vagina, and the longer hairs hanging down damply
between her legs.  My arms were full of Vicky, but I
just wished I was free to hold them out to Marina and
have her slip down into them and love her.  The view
was thrilling and she was quite unconscious of it and
quite unconcerned.

Holding the trembling Vicky to my chest, I floated on
my back and then kicked my way over to the new spot,
keeping my eyes on a rock at the far side of the
quarry to guide me.  Then I delivered Vicky safely,
and we were all together again.

“Please can you get our clothes,” begged Kelly, still
embarrassed at having nothing to wear but those lovely
panties.  I took a rest for a couple of minutes and
then returned for the last time, piling the clothes
together and floating on my back, carrying them on my
chest as I had with Vicky.

“They’re still too wet to wear, really,” said Marina. 
“But we must be getting back.”

“I need to get my clothes as well,” I said, looking
across to the other side of the quarry where I could
just see them spread out on the rocks.  “I’ll go up
first, and you can follow me when you’re dressed.”

“What about me?” asked Shelley, indicating her naked
body whose clothes were at the bottom of the quarry.

“I’ll look around for some fig leaves for you,” I
teased her, and then said, “You can wear my shirt.”

“We can’t climb without our shoes,” whispered Jacqui,
who seemed very upset that her shoes were now at the
bottom of the quarry.

“It won’t be easy, and we’ll have to go carefully,” I
said.  “But if we don’t try then it could be that
nobody will find us here today.  You don’t want to
spend the night here.”

I scrambled up the side of the quarry, and then
realised how difficult it really was.  I was less than
halfway up when I realised that some of the girls
might not be able to climb it at all.  The wall was
sheer at times, and although there were plenty of
footholds and handholds, one slip would probably mean
broken bones.

As I climbed up to the top, I wondered what would be
the best thing to do.  If I went for help, that would
mean leaving the girls alone.  If some of the girls
who were able to climb up went for help, they would
have to go off alone.  I wasn’t sure it was safe.  It
would have been wiser, thinking about it afterwards,
to have had two junior leaders for each group.  I
hoped I would see somebody at the top I could ask to
go for help for us.

I got to the top, still naked.  There was nobody
around.  I made my way around the outside of the
quarry to the place where we had first gone down. 
Then I scrambled down, gathered my clothes and climbed
back up again.  There was still nobody in sight, no
sign of any houses or people at all anywhere near.  We
really were way out in the countryside.

A few minutes later I was back with the girls, giving
my shirt to Shelley to wear.  She put it on with a
grin, finding it just long enough to cover her bottom.
 The other girls had dressed in their wet clothes, but
it could not have been pleasant wearing them.

Tears began to run quietly down Vicky’s cheeks again
when I told the girls how difficult it would be to
climb to the top.  Some of the others looked worried,
especially Kelly, with her sore ankle.

“I’m sure I can get up,” said Shelley confidently. 
“Then I can go for help for everybody else.”

“Wearing nothing but a shirt?” I asked her with a
grin.  Shelley grinned back sheepishly and shrugged
her shoulders.

“I think I could,” said Marina.

“There would need to be quite a lot of you, I think,”
I said.  “The more of you there are, the safer it is. 
I don’t want to leave any of you.”

“Please don’t leave me,” wailed Vicky.

“No, I promise I won’t leave you,” I said.  “But we’re
going to have to do something to get you out of here.”

“Well, let’s see who can get out, anyway,” said
Marina.  “Shall I go first?”

I agreed, but said I would follow on behind them all
as they climbed in case they slipped.  Marina began to
climb, slowly and carefully.  It wasn’t easy in her
damp clothes.  Her white panties were often clearly
visible as she had to stretch her legs to find
footholds.  She was soon panting for breath, but she
kept trying until at last she reached the top.  I felt
very proud of her.

Nikki went next.  She tucked her skirt into her
panties to keep it from flapping around, which meant
that the white crotch of her panties was clearly
visible from underneath all the time she climbed.

There was one place where she got herself straddled
between two footholds and couldn’t get up any higher. 
I was standing beneath her and could reach about as
high as her waist, so I tried to get her to place one
foot on my hand as the next foothold.  She got herself
into a panic, though, and in the end all I could do
was to put my hand firmly under her crotch and push
upwards.  Of course I couldn’t feel any detail under
those soft white panties, but it got her up none the
worse for it.

Then came Cindy, who seemed eager to display to me as
much of her panties as she could.  She pulled up her
skirt a bit higher around her waist, gave a giggle and
starting climbing with her panties flashing all the
time.  Sure enough she got stuck, probably
deliberately, in the same place as Nikki and
immediately asked me to push her upwards.

I reached up and put my hand gently under her crotch. 
“Like this, you mean?” I grinned.

“Yes,” she giggled back.  I tickled gently with my
fingers, unable to feel anything but the loose
material, but she giggled some more to let me know I
had found the right place.  Then I pushed firmly and
she scrambled up.

Tarryn insisted on being next, and this rather worried
me as she was not likely to ask for help when she
needed it.  She tackled the climb like a real monkey,
scrambling up quickly and easily.  But then she came
to the point where the older girls had got stuck; she
was shorter than they were, so I didn’t see how she
was going to make it across to the next foothold.  I
stood underneath, ready to help but knowing she
wouldn’t ask me if she could help it.

Clinging on grimly to her handholds, she stretched
with her leg across the gap towards the next foothold,
opening wider the hole in her panties.  She couldn’t
reach, as I knew she wouldn’t.  I was about to insist
I helped her when suddenly she jumped, springing off
with her left foot and aiming her right foot at the
little ledge.  It hit the ledge and she almost got on,
but then her left hand slipped.  Without warning she
fell, right on top of me.

With her weight suddenly landing on top of me, I had
no time to brace myself.  I crashed to the ground,
cracking the back of my head, and might have rolled
off the ledge I was standing on had not Tarryn’s body
been straddled over mine, pinning me to the ground. 
She fell flat, sprawled across my chest.  Her face was
white and she was gasping for breath.  Then she gave a
sob, stared at me and bit her lip to stop herself from
crying.  She had a scratch on the side of her face
that was bleeding slightly.

I kept my temper with difficulty as she scrambled off
me and went up to try again.  I couldn’t help admiring
her courage - although perhaps it was more a severe
dose of stubbornness.  “You’d better let me help you
there,” I told her firmly.

“I can do it,” she said through gritted teeth, without
looking at me but with a tear trickling out of one
eye.  She reached the position she had jumped from
before and prepared to do it again.

“All right, you asked for it,” I thought grimly.  If
she won’t listen to reason, I’ll have to frighten her
into it.  “Look, don’t be so damn proud!” I shouted at
her.  “I’ve bashed my head because you’re so damn
proud you won’t let me help you, and I’m not having
you fall on me again.”  I put a hand up under her
bottom, right on the gusset of her panties, and
pushed, although gently.

“Now do it,” I said, and she obediently did so,
scrambling across and then upwards as quickly as she
could.  I followed her up to the top, seeing tears
streaming down her cheeks as she climbed, but she made
no sound.

I arrived at the top immediately behind her, and
straight away grabbed her round the waist and held her
tightly to me.  “Tarryn, I love you,” I whispered
clearly into her ear as she put her head to the side
with tears still pouring down her cheeks.  “I wish I
didn’t have to get cross with you.  I don’t want to
frighten you.  I love you too much.”

She hiccupped and then sobbed out, “I’m sorry.”  Then
she buried her head in my chest and cried harder than
ever, while the other girls stood round, looking
concerned and surprised.

As Tarryn calmed down I kissed her gently on the ear
and stood up, releasing her.  Marina stepped forward
to take my place, but Tarryn didn’t want that.  She
turned and walked off to one side quickly.

I went down for Jacqui next - at least it would have
been Jacqui, but Vicky let out a wail to see her
sister about to leave her, so Shelley insisted on
going up instead, still wearing only my shirt.  Still,
it gave me a view of Shelley even I had never enjoyed
before, watching her climb with her bottom sticking
out at times under the shirt, and her vagina from the
rear, stretching down like a zip fastener as I always
thought, stretching down almost to join the crack in
her bottom so it was hard to tell where one stopped
and the other started.  Then, when she stretched, the
whole area opened up, revealing clitoris, labia, and I
was sure a glimpse of white membrane as well right
inside her lovely little body.

I was longing to help her across that difficult bit as
I had helped the others, but she was so agile I knew
she wouldn’t need it.  Sure enough she stretched
across and began to pull herself up without any
trouble.  Then she must have sensed my disappointment
- or perhaps, more likely, the thought suddenly
occurred to her of what I might do to her.  She swung
back again and looked down at me with her brown eyes
and asked, “Can you give me a push across, please?”  I
could tell she didn’t really need it, and I’m sure she
knew that I knew, as well!

“Pleasure,” I smiled, and it certainly was.  I put my
hand up and rested it gently under her crotch.  I
could feel that loose piece of skin right between her
legs under my fingers, warm and ever so soft.  “Like
this?” I asked, pausing to enjoy the feel for a second
more.

“Yes,” she answered, so I pushed gently, feeling my
fingers pressing into that soft white skin and on the
vagina itself.  I felt so afraid I would hurt her. 
She hesitated, perhaps to enjoy the feeling a moment
longer, then sprang across so lightly and easily that
I had no real need to push at all.  Then she turned
and looked down at me with a smile almost of wonder on
her face.

I smiled back at her, feeling the throbbing warmth in
my loins.  “We must do that more often,” I laughed up
at her, seeing no reason not to be honest.

She paused for a second, uncertain how to respond, and
then laughed too, her face flushed.  “Yes . . . yes,
it felt good,” she answered in a rather tremulous
voice, and then laughed again.

Strange, I thought, how reluctant so many girls are to
admit something feels good, even Shelley who has
virtually no inhibitions with me.  I may touch them
somewhere private, always gently and as if by
accident, and I always feel I have to say “Sorry” so
as not to offend them.  Then they often shiver with
delight and answer, “It’s all right,” when they really
mean, “That’s lovely - do it again!”  The trouble is
with some girls it’s not always easy to understand
exactly what they do mean, but I’m learning!

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 8)


Shelley reached the top and immediately bent over to
inspect a grazed toe, giving a vivid view right up her
cute little bottom under my shirt as she did so. 
Marina saw it and looked unhappy.  She turned to me
and said, “I think I’ll have to give Shelley my
panties to wear or she . . .”  She wasn’t sure how to
finish the sentence without sounding crude.

With any other girl I might have agreed, but Marina
has a certain dignity that I would hate to see
violated in any way.  I love them both dearly, but I
would never worry in the same way about Shelley.  So I
said, “Well, don’t worry, she can wear my shorts,” and
immediately pulled them off.

“Here you are, Shelley, for next time you want to
stick your bottom out,” I said, giving them to her
with a wicked grin.  She grinned back, understanding
what I meant, and put them on.

She tried walking a few paces and they began to slide
down over her bottom.  She giggled, and had to walk
round with her hands on her waist to hold them up.  “I
hate wearing boys’ clothes,” she snorted.

Clothed only in my underpants now, I climbed back down
again, feeling rather tired.  I had no worries about
Jacqui, but wasn’t at all sure how I was going to get
Kelly or Vicky to the top.  Vicky was still making a
fuss, insisting she didn’t want Jacqui to go up and
leave her.

The only way I could think of was to try and take
Vicky up next, on my back.  She was less agile than
Tarryn and much more fearful, and I was sure she would
never be able to get up by herself, even with a
helping hand all the way.

So Vicky climbed on to my back and wrapped her arms
tightly round my neck.  I could feel her hot breath on
my right ear and cheek.  “Vicky, can you stay still
all the way without moving?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she whimpered, clutching me more tightly than
ever.

I started to climb.  She wasn’t really very heavy, but
a load like that on my back with such a steep climb is
pretty difficult, as I found it badly affected my
balance and agility.  Besides, when climbing I
couldn’t hold on to her legs, so she had to grip my
waist tightly herself with her thighs without any
support.  It was heavy going pulling myself up from
ledge to ledge, especially when she looked down and
started whimpering.  But she was clutching me so
tightly that she couldn’t move much.

I managed to scramble across the difficult part
without too much trouble as I had longer legs, but
this wasn’t the most difficult part.  It was more
difficult hauling myself up from one ledge to the
next, especially as near the top I could feel her legs
slipping all the time as she grew tired.

I was really struggling as I hauled myself on to the
last ledge and felt Marina’s arms reach down and heave
Vicky up off my shoulders.  She disappeared over my
head, her skirt brushing my hair on the way and almost
giving me a faceful of her pink panties and a faint
smell of manure as her bottom passed my nose.  Then I
dragged myself up, with kind help from Nikki and
Cindy.  Tarryn was there as well, looking quiet and
composed as usual, giving no indication of the little
girl of such pride and passion hidden deep underneath.

It took about three or four minutes before I had
recovered my strength enough to go back down for
Jacqui, with Vicky urging me to hurry.  The two
sisters are very different.  As I reached the bottom
again, Jacqui smiled at me with her gentle green eyes
and her face with its light freckles speckled prettily
around her nose.  `Gentle’ is the word I would use to
describe her - such a sweet, gentle girl, quiet but
not quite shy.  I was sure she would give me no
problems.

Kelly looked anxiously at me, her big hazel eyes
brimming with tears.  “I don’t know if I can get up
with my leg,” she said in a trembling voice.  “Please
don’t leave me here.”

“I’ll come back for you when I’ve taken Jacqui up,” I
assured her.  “And I promise you I won’t leave you and
we’ll find some way to get you up.”

She smiled, but still looked worried.  Jacqui went
ahead and started to climb.  At first she seemed very
conscious of the view I was getting of her white
panties with the little red hearts, and tried to pull
the back of her skirt down.  Then she seemed to
realise she couldn’t keep it down, and in any case I
had already seen plenty of them, so she stopped
climbing for a moment and looked down at me with an
embarrassed smile.

I smiled up into her face and said gently, “You’re
doing fine, Jacqui, just keep going.”  Encouraged into
believing her underwear was safe with me, she
continued to climb, getting across the awkward part
without needing help from me, much to my
disappointment.  On the other hand, her panties were a
little on the loose side, and as she stretched her
right leg across the left leg of her panties pulled
out a centimetre or so.  I could just catch a glimpse
of the soft loose skin under her vagina.

Actually I felt glad that I had not had to help Marina
across the gap with a push in the crotch.  I was very
happy to do it for the other girls, but as I said
before there is a special dignity about Marina.  I
have massaged her little breasts occasionally, but I
have never yet touched her between her legs with my
hands, and I really feel shy about doing so.  Perhaps
it is mostly the fear that she might think me dirty if
I did so that keeps me away from that area.

She has such an air of innocence about her too, and
simply doesn’t realise how much I enjoy the sights
presented by other girls, and sometimes by her too. 
Never in a million years could I imagine the same sort
of happening with Marina that I had with Cindy behind
the toilets.  We have had times, wonderful times, when
we’ve lain naked next to each other and pressed our
bodies close to each other, even with my penis
touching her loins.  But I always felt that her
feelings were just emotional, not sexual, while my
feelings were both.  I can do nothing more than dream
of having sex with her, but I could never do it, not
at the moment, any more than I could rape her.  She is
too precious, too sacred for anything unclean.

When I reached the top with Jacqui I spoke to Marina. 
“I don’t think we’ve much hope of getting Kelly up,” I
said, knowing I would never be able to carry her on my
back as she would be quite a bit heavier than the tiny
Vicky.  “If not, I had better stay with her.  Can all
of you find your way back to town and find Aunt Sue
and tell her what’s happened?”

Marina nodded confidently, and I knew I could trust
her.  There was a worry at the back of my mind, of
course, that the girls might bump into some rough
characters, but there was more safety in numbers and
such incidents are very rare in this part of the
country.  The girls all had confidence in her as a
leader, their head girl when they were back in junior
school.

Then it was back down to Kelly, whose cheeks were a
little damp but was trying to be brave.  She was
sitting on a rock with one knee up and the injured leg
stretched out in front of her, revealing those lovely
smooth white panties.  “Let’s see if you can make it,”
I suggested.

She stood up, not at all confidently.  She was able to
walk almost normally, but the stress placed on her leg
during our adventures had clearly caused it to hurt
again.  Slowly and painfully she began to scramble up
the slope.  But when she reached the ledges where she
had to place all her weight on first one leg and then
the other while she scrambled upwards, she was clearly
not going to make it.  

She was on the verge of tears, aware that she was
holding everybody up.  “I’m sorry, Roy, I just can’t
make it,” she gasped, those big beautiful hazel eyes
filling with tears again as she looked up at me.

I put my hands gently on her shoulders and smiled down
at her, saying as I did so, “Kelly, it’s not your
fault - don’t worry about a thing.  I’ll look after
you, I promise.”  Smiling warmly, I put a little
pressure on her shoulders and she came into my arms,
laying her head sideways on my chest for a moment with
a little sob.

I crouched down a little lower and kissed her gently
on the side of her forehead, just below the hairline. 
She looked up at me, first with a look almost of shock
on her face.  Then suddenly a big beautiful smile
broke through the tears.  I smiled at her, and then
she gave me a big warm kiss on my cheek.

I put my hands tenderly on her cheeks and gazed into
those big beautiful eyes as they beamed back at me.  I
longed to get more intimate with this lovely girl -
but only as far as she would happily let me.  I felt a
thrill of excitement about being left alone with her
while the others went for help.

“Kelly, I’ll just go up again and talk to Marina about
going for help,” I whispered to her.  “Then I’ll come
back down and stay with you until help comes, I
promise.”  She nodded confidently.

I could already hear voices from above calling down to
me, asking what was going on.  “I’m coming!” I shouted
back as I climbed wearily up to the top for the eighth
time, I think.

“No, she tried but she really can’t make it,” I told
the girls when I got there.  “So all of you will need
to go with Marina back to the village and let Aunt Sue
know.  If she’s had to leave or is out looking for us,
get the police or fire brigade, if they have one, to
come for help.”

“We haven’t got shoes on,” complained Cindy.  “My feet
will get hurt.  May I stay here and wait?”

“Well, I don’t think that would be fair on Marina,” I
answered.  “No, I think you should all go because it’s
much safer for you the more of you there are.”

“Your aunt will be so cross,” said Marina, looking
worried.  “We must be very late now.”

“Well, if anyone gets into trouble it will be me, not
you,” I reassured them all.  “I was the one in charge
of the group, so I get the blame for anything that
goes wrong.”

“I’m so thirsty,” whined Vicky.  Of course all the
lunch packs and drinks we had brought with us were all
at the bottom of the quarry as well.

“So are all of us,” replied Marina, putting an arm
round her.  “We’ll try and get something to drink as
soon as we get to the village.  Come on, girls.”

I watched them set off round the quarry in a group,
walking very carefully in their bare feet.  Shelley
was having fun letting my shorts slip down to her
thighs and then pulling them up again, straddling her
legs as she did so in a way that made me laugh.  Then
I climbed down again, with a thrill of excitement in
my stomach.  I probably had at least an hour now with
Kelly to myself, and who knew what might happen in
that time?

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 9)


Kelly was waiting for me at the bottom, sitting again
on a low ledge with one knee up and her sore leg out,
with her beautiful white panties just visible.  She
clearly had mixed feelings: she was upset at her own
situation but she clearly had some feelings for me, as
I saw her looking at me with shining eyes.

I got to work softening her up straight away.  The
first thing I did was to look down at my underpants,
now more black and brown than white from all the
climbing I had done in them.  “These things are
dirty,” I stated, pulling them off.  “I’ll just wash
them before the others come back.”

Then suddenly I stopped, as if I had just thought of
something.  I stood there naked facing her, underpants
in one hand.  “Oops, I forgot,” I lied.  “I don’t want
to make you feel bad - do you mind?”

She was clearly a bit embarrassed, but as I expected,
she replied, “No, it’s all right.”

“Good, thanks,” I said, climbing down a step or two so
I could reach the water, and washing out my underpants
thoroughly.  “I forget sometimes people like you are
very shy about being naked, so I need to check you
don’t mind me.”

“Well - I’m not really shy,” Kelly replied, still not
looking straight at me.  “I’m just not really used to
it.  Especially out in the open.”

“Yes, I know, I understand.  It makes you feel
exposed,” I said, scrubbing hard.  “That’s how Marina
felt before we got to know each other well.”

“Are you and Marina naturists?” asked Kelly.

“Well, Shelley and I are,” I answered.  “Marina isn’t
really, but she doesn’t mind too much being naked now
she’s got used to it.”  I went on to tell her briefly
the story of that wonderful picnic we had when I first
fell in love with her, told in the story I called
simply `Marina’.

“That’s what I love most about Marina,” I carried on,
putting my underpants on a ledge to dry.  “She just
trusts me so much.  She knows I’ll never say anything
bad about her being naked, I’ll never do anything
wrong to her.  I don’t think she’d ever want another
boy to see her naked because she’s still quite shy
about it, but it’s just wonderful the way she trusts
me completely with her body.  I don’t mind admitting
it, that’s what I love best about her.”  I was being
as subtle as I could, but no doubt you can see my
ulterior motives.

Kelly sat there and thought, as I had intended.  I
sensed from the moment I held her in my arms that she
was eager to please me, but was she eager enough to
overcome her shyness?  Then she said, “My clothes are
still wet from being in the water.”

“Uh-huh,” was all I said, waiting to see what would
happen next.

There was a pause.  I smiled at her and then stared
out over the quarry.  Then she asked, “Shall I put
them out to dry?”

“Well, I think that would be a good idea, if you don’t
mind it,” I answered, trying to sound as indifferent
as possible.

I continued to stare idly out over the quarry, knowing
how important it was to give the impression that I
wasn’t interested in Kelly’s undressing.  From the
corner of my eye I could see her slowly unbuttoning
her blouse and spreading it out carefully on the
ledge.  Then she put her hands up to the waist of her
skirt, hesitated a long time, and then began to
unbutton and unzip it.  I could make out the white of
her panties as she laid her skirt in the sun too.

“I do hope Marina and the others find help soon,” she
said next.  I now had the excuse to turn and look at
her, as I think she intended.  I’m not sure what I
replied, for I was trying to keep looking casual, but
again I was feasting my eyes hungrily on those rich
white panties, and then moving my eyes upwards to her
little breasts.  She does not have the little points
that many girls of her age have, but hers are more
rounded, just looking a little swollen.  The tan line
caused by her swimming costume was clearly visible.

“I don’t think my panties really need drying in the
sun,” she said as she came and sat down next to me.

I was disappointed, but knew she was still shy, so I
said, “You know, I understand you being shy.  That’s
all right; it doesn’t matter.”  I smiled at her
encouragingly, but she made no move to take her
panties off.

I waited a short while, while she sat next to me on
the ledge, not quite touching me, and then I reached
out an arm to put round her shoulders, asking, “Am I
allowed to do this?”  She smiled at me and nodded, so
I put it round her.  She snuggled up close against me,
her warm skin against mine.

I wondered where to go next as we talked on and off. 
After a few minutes I said, “Well, I’m getting hot
here.  I’m going for a swim.  You coming?”  I stood
up.

She seemed deep in thought, uncertainty coming over
her, although she could have swum in her panties
again.  “Come join me; I’d love that,” I encouraged
her.  I stepped forward and dived neatly off the ledge
into the water.

I swam a few metres, then turned round.  She had stood
up by now and was standing there in her panties
watching me.  “It’s great!” I said, turning on my back
and swimming away slowly, breaststroke.  I took care
not to turn round too soon.

A few seconds later I heard a little splash behind me.
 I waited a moment, then turned round again.  Kelly
was in the water, swimming towards me breaststroke,
and on the ledge I could see a patch of white
material.  My heart throbbed with excitement - yes,
she had taken them off!

I know that girls often find it easier to be naked in
the water to start with, where their secret place
cannot so easily be seen, and they are also far more
ready for physical contact in the water.  Kelly
stopped swimming and trod water about five metres away
from me, looking at me and smiling nervously.

“Bet you can’t catch me!” I teased her, turning and
swimming away from her, still breaststroke.  From the
splashing behind me I guessed she was swimming the
faster crawl.

I kept swimming slowly, and soon felt splashes of
water and a light blow from her arm on my back. 
“Caught you, Roy!” she gloated.

I rolled over and broke free, splashing her gently. 
She came after me again, so I grabbed an arm, and she
wrapped her other arm round my neck.  We wrestled
happily in the water, although it was not so easy when
we could not put our feet down.  I wrapped an arm
round her and could feel her chest and body against
mine, her soft breasts against my chest and my penis
brushing her loins.  I began to get aroused and tried
to avoid further contact with her down there.  I
hugged her closely and she squealed and laughed.

“I’m getting tired,” she said after a few moments
more.  “Can you swim with me on your back, like you
did with Vicky?”

“I think so,” I smiled, rolling over.  “Get on.”  She
wrapped her arms round my neck and pressed her face
against mine.  I could feel her long wet hair down the
side of my face and on my shoulder, her warm breath on
my cheek, her body against my back, her legs brushing
my bottom.  I swam slowly back to the ledge.

As I arrived I hung on to the ledge with my arms,
panting for breath.  I was not quite as tired as I
pretended to be.

“Aren’t you going to get out?” Kelly asked, still
holding on to me.

“In a minute,” I panted.  “I’m too tired at the
moment.  Can you climb up over me?”

To my delight she said, “I think so,” and scrambled up
my back.  I felt a foot on my shoulder blades, her
hands pressing down hard on my shoulders, then saw a
leg on the ledge, and her whole body scrambling over
the top of my head.  She gasped and had to push hard
to make up for the weakness of her hurt ankle. 
Glancing upwards, I saw her lovely white bottom, legs
apart as she straddled me, with her soft bulging mound
between her legs and an exquisite little vagina
stretching forward from her bottom.  As soon as she
got on to the ledge she turned to face me, and
immediately pushed her thighs together and dangled a
hand over her vagina, looking embarrassed.

I smiled lovingly into her eyes.  “Don’t worry, Kelly,
it’s all right.  I know you can’t really trust me like
Marina does,” I smiled at her, then looked down as I
rested my chin on my arms.

That did the trick.  “I - I do trust you,” Kelly said
rather tremulously.  “You can look at me if you want.”
 She removed her hand and took a step back, leaning
against the rock wall behind her with her mouth
slightly open as she stared nervously at me, arms
behind her back pushing at the rock.

I gazed at her with a loving smile, her brown body,
white in the places normally covered by her costume,
her long hair draped partly over her shoulders, her
little rounded breasts, her shapely tummy with no sign
of ribs underneath, curving smoothly downwards towards
her legs, and her dark little vagina nestling shyly
between her legs.

I looked her in the eyes, still smiling lovingly. 
“You make me feel great,” I told her.  “It’s so
special of you to trust me like this.  You know, you
have such a beautiful body - you’re a lovely girl.”

She looked rather embarrassed at this, but still
smiled as I heaved myself out of the water and held
out my arms to her.  She almost threw herself at me,
wrapping her arms tightly around my chest and
squeezing me tightly.

“You make me love you so much, you darling,” I smiled
at her, stroking the wet hair tumbling down her cheek
and bending to plant a kiss on her ear.  I had felt a
strong attraction for her before, but seeing her
naked, having her trust me with her little bare body,
just filled my heart with love for her.

Kelly raised her head and whispered into my ear, so
quietly I could hardly hear her, “Do you love me like
you love Marina?”

“I love you in a different way,” I told her, pressing
my cheek against her forehead.  “But I love you very
much.  I’m really glad in a way your ankle is too sore
to climb.  This has given me the chance to get to know
you and to love you.”

Gently I sat down, and she placed herself on my lap,
arms still round my neck, face pressed against my
cheek.  Every now and then she gave a compulsive
squeeze, as if desperate to put all the love she could
into me.  I had my arms around her and was gently
rubbing her back.  I just hoped she couldn’t feel my
penis responding to her, swelling and hardening as it
was, and only by leaning forward could I keep it from
making contact with her - at this stage it would
surely have embarrassed her.  After a while she
loosened her grip and sat there with one arm lightly
round my shoulders and she talked to me.

Then she turned round and straddled my knees, head
back against my shoulder.  Taking my hands, she placed
them on her chest, just underneath her little breasts,
as close as she could put them without touching them. 
“Keep rubbing me,” she whispered.  “I like it.”

I rubbed her gently under the breasts, but this seemed
not to be quite what she wanted.  Very soon she took
my hands again and placed them higher, actually on her
breasts.  I could feel the firm nipples under my hand
and the deep, soft, wobbly flesh underneath.  “Do you
want me to touch you there?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she whispered back.  “I like it there.”  Gently
I massaged her breasts, feeling the deep layers of
flesh move under my fingers and her chest heaving as
she breathed quite heavily with the excitement of it. 
This was no wanton like Cindy, but a very lovely,
sensuous little girl very much in the mould of Marina.
 I kept murmuring affection into her ears.

After a few minutes she suddenly grew embarrassed. 
“I’d better put my panties on,” she said, standing up
and reaching over for them.  “The others may be coming
back soon.”

“They won’t be here for quite a long time yet,” I
assured her.  “It will be another hour at least, and
we’ll hear them before they arrive.”

“They may arrive from over there,” said Kelly,
pointing to the other side of the quarry where we had
all gone at first.  She was right, I suppose, but
there was still plenty of time, so I think she was
just feeling rather embarrassed and guilty.

She thought about putting her uniform on again, but
then seemed to accept my assurances that there would
be plenty of time for it to dry properly before
anybody came.  Shyly she came and sat next to me
again, resting her head on my shoulder but not on my
lap this time.  I put my arm round her, accidentally
placing my hand on her bottom at the top of her
panties.  They felt so smooth and silky.

She didn’t seem to mind, smiling up into my eyes. 
“Those are actually lovely panties you’re wearing,” I
told her, rubbing them gently.  “Beautiful panties for
a beautiful girl.”

“I like your underpants too,” she whispered.  “But
wouldn’t it be better if you put them on now?”

“No need at the moment,” I said.  “I don’t mind if
people see me naked, anyway.”

“But it still might be better,” she replied.

I suspected she was feeling a bit embarrassed at the
sight of my penis, still slightly swollen, under her
eyes there.  “Well, if it will make you happier, I
will,” I sighed, but with a smile.  I stood up and put
them on.  They were not dry yet, of course, and still
rather dirty.

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 10)


Help was a long time in coming, and it must have been
well after four o’clock before we could hear voices
and see several figures walking round the side of the
quarry at the top.  I could see Marina and all the
other girls there, which puzzled me, as I thought most
of them could have done better with a rest as it was
hardly necessary for them all to return.  They
certainly looked exhausted.

Later I found out what had happened.  The girls had
perhaps gone most of the way back when Vicky suddenly
went soft, burst into tears and insisted she couldn’t
go any further.  The girls tried to carry her but
found it difficult, and Marina did not want to split
up the group again.  But they met a donkey cart coming
the other way, out of the village, with an elderly
couple inside.  They stopped to help, and Marina told
them the situation.

The couple live on a nearby farm with their three
sons, and they suggested that they all went to the
farm and got some of their ropes, and their sons would
be able to pull Kelly out of the quarry with those. 
So they all piled into the cart and set off for the
farm.  Unfortunately the extra weight caused the back
axle to break, and I won’t go into all the details of
how they had to go to the farm on foot and fetch the
sons to fix it.  Then finally they came to the quarry
with the ropes in their spare donkey cart.

Again cutting a long story short, within two minutes a
long rope came sailing down to us at the bottom of the
quarry.  I fastened it under Kelly’s shoulders using a
bowline, as I had learned in Scouts.  She started to
climb while the sons pulled gently at the top to take
most of the pressure off her leg, and I came behind
her to help as well.  When we came to the difficult
part I got her permission to help her, and placed my
hand on the gusset of her panties to give her a gentle
push.  I shuddered with pleasure at the soft feel of
the silky material and the soft flesh underneath.

We finally arrived at the top, all together again.  We
thanked the old couple and their sons, and they asked
us where we were going.  We spoke in the national
language, of course, which we all learn at school.  I
said we would have to walk into town to report to the
police station, as Aunt Sue would surely have reported
our absence there by now.  They could not think of our
having to walk all that way, especially without shoes,
and insisted on sending us back in the donkey cart
with one of their sons, as the sun was now starting to
go down.  This seemed wonderfully generous of them,
especially after the girls’ weight had broken their
first cart, but I’ve always found the country people
of this country, poor as they usually are, to be just
like this.  I must also mention that they had brought
some fruit for us and a large can of water for us to
drink, which was most welcome even if it was warm and
brackish.

So we piled in and set off back for the village police
station - only to find it shut.  Nobody around seemed
to know why.  Again, I’ve often found country areas
are very casual like this!  But it left us with a
problem, as we had no way of letting Aunt Sue or
anybody of authority know we were safe and back in the
village.  We did try the public telephones, but past
experience had taught me that they never work in rural
areas.

“I think the only thing to do is to go back to the
camp and phone from there,” I said, bringing a wail
from Vicky in particular.

“No, no, you cannot walk, it is getting dark,”
insisted the man who had driven us there.  “You must
allow me to take you in my cart.”

With so many tired girls to look after, I was not in
the mood to argue.  As we got in and drove off once
again, he was clearly worried that anybody coming to
the camp to fetch us might not be able to get there
that same day, and we might have to spend the night
there.  I assured him that we would at least be able
to get into the camping area, and I thought we would
be able to get into the dormitories, as Aunt Sue had
been told where a spare key was always hidden and she
had mentioned it to me during the camp.  There was
also a store of emergency food always kept in a
cupboard in the dining hall.  There were no other
campers coming until the next week, and cleaners would
be coming in the next morning to prepare the place for
them.

We had to halt on the way for a few minutes as Vicky
decided she was bursting and needed to go to the
toilet.  I had noticed her sitting with her legs
crossed and her hand pressing down between her legs
for a few minutes, and wondered whether she would
burst first or speak.  Eventually she turned to Marina
and said, “Marina, I need a wee - I’m going to burst.”

Marina looked worried, because we were hardly in a
suitable place for it.  We had taken a short cut along
a cart track, and there were just a few thin trees by
the side of the track, which was bordered by small
vineyards or orange trees, behind fences.  There was
no bush where anybody could relieve himself in
private.  Not that this would have worried the local
population, but most of us were still bound by the
conventions we had been brought up in.

I asked the man to stop because we had no alternative
unless Vicky was going to water the inside of his
cart.  I could tell by their faces that several of the
other girls wanted the toilet as well.  I didn’t
really need to myself, as I have a large bladder, but
I didn’t want to miss an opportunity.  I am not an
exhibitionist, but I do like others to know I’m not
shy, and that also encourages them not to be shy
either.

Vicky scrambled off the cart, clutching her vagina
quite hard, and I suspect she wet her panties as she
tried to get them off.  Then she squatted and I could
easily hear the splashing of liquid on the dry leaves
by the side of the road.  Shelley was right behind
her, and as usual she scorned to squat to urinate as
girls usually do.  She had given me back my shorts as
we travelled into town, so she simply lifted the front
of my shirt, spread her legs wide and sprayed.  I saw
Tarryn staring in amazement, not having seen this
party trick of Shelley’s before, and the man from the
farm stifled a chuckle before deciding firmly to turn
his back on the scene.  This was a relief for the
other girls, who had been watching him uneasily,
needing the toilet but unwilling to urinate while he
was watching them.

I was wearing my shorts, so I simply reached inside
them, pulled out my penis and watered the nearest
tree, half-facing the cart.  I could sense Vicky
staring at me as she finished her own business.  She
stayed squatting on the ground, staring in fascination
as I shook my penis dry and returned it to its place. 
Then she wiped her vagina on the back of her hand and
put her panties back on, just giving me a little flash
of the white flesh between her legs as she did so.

Tarryn was also in the toilet queue, but she tried her
best to do it privately, walking about ten metres back
down the track and squatting behind a tree with her
back to us.  I could just see the little stream of
urine pouring down between her legs, and my penis
jerked convulsively as my memory recreated that scene
a few days earlier where I had been able to watch her
urinating behind one of the dormitories.

Nikki had no problem about urinating in front of me,
as she had done it several times before at our nudist
club.  Cindy was rather silly and giggly, pulling her
panties down to her knees and then squatting low to
release her load.  I didn’t actually manage to see
their vaginas as their skirts kept them covered, and I
could not have seen unless they were directly facing
me as they did so, but instead they faced the side of
the road.  Kelly I suspected had urinated into the
water in the quarry while we were swimming there. 
Marina and Jacqui stayed in the cart.  I was
disappointed about Jacqui, but strangely relieved
about Marina, as I felt it would have lowered her
dignity and troubled her if she had to urinate in
public.

We arrived at the gate of the campsite in
half-darkness.  It was locked but we could easily
climb through the poles that formed the fence around
it.  The man insisted on waiting while I checked we
could get into the dormitories, and sure enough I
found the keys to the hall hidden in a cavity in one
of the window ledges.  Once inside the hall I could
use the other key to open the cupboard which held all
the other keys.  Now I knew we could get in, I ran
back to the gate to tell the man we were all right and
to repeat our thanks, as well as get his family’s name
and address so our families could thank them for their
kindness later.

I arrived back at the hall to find the girls on the
verge of tears, even Marina.  Vicky and Kelly were
crying already.  “Roy, the phone’s dead!” exclaimed
Marina, very upset.

“Oh, no!” I exclaimed, totally frustrated.  It had
been working only two days earlier, but I knew that
faults are not uncommon in rural areas, and even in
the cities at times.  I put the receiver to my ear,
but there was no sound at all.  In annoyance I pulled
it hard, and was astonished to find the cord coming
straight out of the wall.

“It’s completely broken!” exclaimed Cindy in dismay.

I had a closer look.  There was a little hole in the
side of the box, and as I stared in, helped by the
electric light which thank goodness was working, I
could see little pieces of paper and wood shavings
inside.  It took me a moment to work out what this was
about.  Then I said, “I bet it’s mice!  Look!  Mice
must have got inside to build a nest, and they must
have chewed through the wires or something!”

I examined the box to see if there was any way to
repair it, but it was firmly screwed to the wall and I
had no tools to take it apart.  “Well, we really can’t
get through!” I said, exasperated.

“Our parents will be so worried,” said Jacqui, a tear
trickling down her cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry like that!” I exclaimed in mock
horror.  “You’ll wash off those beautiful freckles.” 
She gave a weak smile.

Nikki too was in tears, and the other girls looked
near it, even Marina.  This was the final frustration
of what had been for them a very frightening and
difficult day.  As I thought of what lay ahead,
though, I suddenly began to feel a thrill of
excitement.  What more could I ask for than a night
alone with a group of lovely young girls who all
seemed to think I was wonderful?

I sat down at the nearest table and the girls sprawled
around me, Vicky sobbing audibly.  Marina held her
close.  Shelley was crying a bit as well, so I put an
arm warmly round her.  Kelly immediately came round to
sit on my other side, so I hugged them both.

“Listen,” I told them.  “It’s difficult for our mums
and dads, but somebody might just come back here
tonight to check, just in case we got back.”  Actually
I discovered later that we must have missed Aunt Sue
by only about five minutes.

Just to fill in that part of the story, when we did
not arrive by two o’clock Aunt Sue began to get very
worried, knowing, as she later told me, that I was a
very responsible boy and something must have gone
badly wrong for me to be late.  She went round to the
police station, where there was just one officer, and
told him.  He was most uninterested, telling her that
the regulations stated that a person had to be missing
for at least twenty-four hours before they were
required to start looking, and he refused even to take
any details.

They had no alternative then but to drive everybody
else back to the city in the truck, with one of the
teachers staying behind in case we turned up.  Soon
after four o’clock several cars with anxious parents
arrived in the village, and a search began.  One of
the locals thought he had seen us going off in another
direction, so all the parents thoughtlessly scooted
off there, leaving nobody in the village when we
finally arrived.  As we had taken that short cut to
the campsite, when Aunt Sue gave the campsite a final
check we didn’t pass each other on the road.  I
learned later that they were out for most of the night
with torches looking for us, but in completely the
wrong direction.

I carried on encouraging the girls.  “The important
thing is that we’re all right, we’re safe now,” I told
them.  “Nobody’s going to get hurt now unless Shelley
falls over the step again.”  I waited for giggles, but
there were none.  “Somebody may come tonight, but if
not it doesn’t really matter because we can eat and
drink and sleep here, and they’ll come in the
morning.”

“What if nobody comes tomorrow?” asked Nikki.

I knew they would, but I just answered, “The cleaners
are coming in tomorrow morning, so we’ll certainly be
found by then.  We’ll get back home safely by
lunchtime tomorrow, I can promise you.  In the
meantime, you have me to look after you and we’ll have
inspection in half an hour!”

“Inspection?” echoed a couple of the girls in shock,
not realising I was joking.

I laughed, and said, “Well, I’ll find us something to
eat instead, then.  There’s plenty of food in the
cupboards.”  But they didn’t seem hungry just yet,
although they were ready to lap up litres of water.

“I need a shower,” commented Marina, looking at
herself.  All of us were the same, covered in dust
from our climb especially, and getting dirtier as we
rode home on the dusty track.  “Girls, I think we had
all better have a shower right now, and then we’ll
think about a bit of a meal afterwards.”

“A nice cold one,” added Nikki, shivering in
anticipation.  We were all feeling very hot and
sticky.

The girls pulled themselves to their feet, following
Marina’s leadership willingly as they so often did. 
She collected the key for one of the dormitories and
they began to follow her out of the door.  I knew
there was just one senior dormitory at the top end of
the campsite, meant for adults, which had showers of
its own, and Marina was sensibly heading for that one.

“I’d better have a shower as well,” I commented,
standing up.

“Well, come and shower with us, then,” invited
Shelley, turning back as she was about to go through
the door and grabbing my arm.

I smiled in wishful thinking.  “I don’t think all the
girls would agree to that,” I said.

“Yes, they will,” argued Shelley, pulling me, but I
didn’t go with her.  Much as I would have liked to, I
realised that it could cause big trouble if I intruded
when even one of the girls objected to my presence.

“Well, go and ask them, then,” I said.  “If they all
agree, I’ll come.”

“All right,” said Shelley, running off after the
others.  I followed her slowly out of the dining hall,
my heart and my penis suddenly thumping wildly.  What
a treat that would be!  But I couldn’t see it
happening.

If there was just one girl who objected to my being
there, it would be foolish to go.  Now would any
object?  Jacqui was the only one whose secret place I
had not yet seen, so she might object - but she seemed
such a pleasant gentle girl I didn’t think she would
go against the others.  Cindy might be awkward,
unwilling to let others share any sort of intimacy
with me like she had enjoyed earlier in the week . . .
and what about Tarryn?  Although she was the youngest,
she had made her views clear earlier on when she
refused to take off her panties.  I knew how obstinate
Tarryn could be - I was very much afraid she would
object and then I would not be free to go in.

As I wandered in the direction of the dormitory, I
could see that the lights were on inside and the girls
had forgotten, or not bothered, to draw the curtains. 
Just inside one window I could see Marina slipping off
her blouse and then reaching down, below my line of
vision, to remove her lower garments.  Through another
window I could see Nikki slowly taking off her blouse,
but talking at the same time, with a smile on her
face, probably to Shelley.  I knew I wouldn’t have any
resistance from those two.  Behind them I could catch
the odd glimpse of a bare back or front.

A minute later Shelley came running out to me with a
big smile on her face, and my hopes rose again.  “It’s
all right, Roy!” she called out.  “You can come -
everybody wants you!”

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 11)


I thought I had better be very cautious, knowing how
Shelley exaggerates a bit at times.  “Just let me talk
to Marina first,” I said.

Shelley seemed offended.  “All right, if you don’t
believe me,” she pouted, and stalked back to the
dormitory.  I followed and waited just outside the
door, where the girls couldn’t see me, in case they
thought I was spying on them.

A moment late Marina came to the doorway, and stood
there looking for me.  She was naked, but held a towel
loosely down her front, probably a bit embarrassed at
standing naked in an open doorway.  “Roy,” she called,
then she saw me.  “Yes, it’s quite all right.  All the
girls agree you can come and shower with us.”

I could feel my penis jerk convulsively.  “Everybody?”
I asked.  “I thought Tarryn would be sure to
disagree.”

“So did I,” she answered.  “But when I asked if
anybody objected, she said nothing.  Then when Shelley
said she was going to tell you to come, she didn’t
protest either.  So it looks like she accepts you
after all.”

“Well, great,” I smiled, walking in through the open
door with my heart pounding.  There were girls around
the beds in various states of undress, but I took care
not to look directly at any of them except Shelley.  I
knew how important it was right at the start to show I
was not interested in looking at anybody’s body.

“There you are!” Shelley said triumphantly, waving her
arms wide to show that the whole dormitory were with
her.  “I told you!  Everybody agrees!”

“Well, thanks very much, girls,” I smiled, glancing
very quickly around without letting my gaze settle on
anybody.  School uniforms and panties were scattered
over most of the beds.  I caught a glimpse of Jacqui
standing by her bed wearing only her panties, her
hands on the waist and a nervous smile on her face.  I
just saw two bare bottoms disappearing into the
bathroom area at the end, belonging to Kelly and
Nikki.

Vicky trotted up to me, making no attempt to hide her
puffy little vagina which stood out clearly on her
mound.  “We all want you to stay here with us,” she
told me, smiling at me.

“Come now,” urged Shelley, grabbing me by the arm and
pulling me in the direction of those bottoms.

“Well, just let me take my shorts off first,” I
protested.  “Where can I put my clothes?”

“Put them on my bed,” offered Shelley, showing me
which was hers.  I went over and removed them along
with my underpants.

Cindy was sitting on the bed opposite me, quite naked,
with her legs spread wide as she pretended to examine
the sole of one foot.  Her vagina was stretched wide
and the labia were quite visible.  “My feet are so
sore,” she complained, to attract my attention.

I let Shelley tow me towards the showers.  As I passed
Jacqui, I could see from the corner of my eye as she
took her panties off, but with great self-discipline I
did not turn my head.  Hopefully I would be able to
satisfy my curiosity later - although it is not really
curiosity so much as to share some intimacy with the
girls I love.

Shelley took me into the bathroom area, which was
quite spacious.  Going through the door, we turned
immediately right, and I found myself in a room with a
row of washbasins on the right, toilets on the left
and an open shower area at the far end.  Two girls
were showering already - Marina and Tarryn.

This was my first view of Tarryn fully naked, although
unknown to her I had viewed her secret place before
more than once.  She looked gravely at me without any
hint of embarrassment as she pushed her hair back from
her face.  Her little flat body looked so beautiful,
as she stuck her tummy out with her hands behind her
head, and her tiny little vagina at the bottom of it.

“Come, Roy,” Marina invited me as she soaped her
chest.  “There’s enough room for you.”

“As long as Tarryn doesn’t mind,” I answered, as I
would be close to her as well as Marina.

“It’s all right - you can come,” said Tarryn, and I
wondered what had changed her after she had been so
unwilling to remove her panties at the quarry.  I
supposed that when I got angry with her as we climbed
out it may have changed her attitude to me somehow.

I was further surprised when I stepped into the shower
as Tarryn grabbed me tightly round the waist and gave
me a fierce hug.  As the cold water cascaded down me I
could feel her warm little body against my legs and
side.

“Hey, you lovely creature,” I gushed over her,
reaching down under her arms and lifting her up.  But
she didn’t like that, and struggled, asking to be put
down.  I did so, but asked her, “Am I allowed to give
you a kiss now?”

“If you want to,” she answered, looking at me gravely.
 My heart overflowed with feeling for this strange,
lonely little girl, and I gave her my warmest kiss
right on her cheek.  I was surprised again as she
suddenly put both arms tightly round my neck, kissed
me very strongly on my cheek, and then returned to her
shower, washing herself as if nothing had happened.

I looked at Marina, who smiled at me and shook her
head, smiling, unable to understand the little girl
but in a kindly way.  I wrapped my arms round Marina
and we enjoyed each other for a moment, with the cool
water splashing down on us.

“What about me?” demanded Shelley pertly, stepping
into the shower and wrapping her arms round both of
us.

We had just let each other go when Vicky suddenly
sprang into the shower, bumping right into me,
shouting as she did so, “Me with Roy!”  I took a step
backwards in surprise, accidentally trod on Shelley’s
foot and completely lost my balance.  The floor was
quite slippery, and I fell down on my back with a very
hard splat, bumping my head on the wall as I did so.

It was highly painful, and I let out a yell of agony. 
When the stars cleared, all I could see in front of me
was a row of bare legs, with vaginas at the top, as
the girls gathered round in anxiety.  Vicky squatted
right in front of me, plump little vagina clear
between her legs, exclaiming, “I’m sorry, I’m so
sorry, I didn’t mean it!”  There were exclamations of
concern from the other girls, all anxious about me.

“Vicky, I think you’ll need to kiss me better,” I
groaned.  I got an immediate response, as she moved a
pace forward, lowered her knees, one of which almost
crushed my testicles as she did so, wrapped her arms
tightly round my neck and gave me one of the wettest
kisses I have ever had all over my top lip.  As she
did so, Marina turned off the water so it wasn’t
pouring all over me any longer.

“Me too!” squealed Shelley like a five-year-old,
crouching down to kiss me warmly.

“Hey, me!” I heard Cindy’s voice say.  “Let’s all kiss
him better!”  She giggled, and then bent down and
kissed me soundly on the lips.

After that, kisses came faster than I could keep track
of, and I began to laugh.  Legs flashed to and fro in
front of me, and I caught a glimpse of a pair of slim,
well-shaped legs, fair-skinned, and at the top a sweet
little curved vagina with the slightest puff of very
light-coloured hair at the top.  I wondered whose
these could be, so I looked up, just in time to see
Jacqui bending down to kiss me shyly and lightly on
the forehead.  At last - my hand was complete!

I put out my arms and clasped her gently round the
shoulders.  She gave a gasp and a little squeal of
surprise as I gave her a hug and smiled into her eyes,
my first chance to get close to her.

“You’ll need to help me up,” I told the girls,
stretching my arms out for them to pull.  Laughing,
they took hold of them and pulled.

“You pull his arms and I’ll pull on his cock,” laughed
Cindy in a silly way, reaching out for my penis. 
There were such exclamations of protest from the
others at her perverted behaviour, though, that she
let go as if it had burned her and stood back.

With a lot of squealing and giggling, the girls
finally pulled me to my feet.  “Let’s wash him!”
giggled Nikki.  “Come on, grab the soap!”

With giggling almost non-stop, most of the girls found
the soap and got their hands covered with lather. 
Marina turned the taps on again, and I felt their
hands all over me, washing and rubbing, with all the
accompanying sound effects.  I saw Cindy eyeing my
penis, obviously wondering if she dared to wash it,
but Shelley was quite unconcerned and washed between
my legs for me.  After all, I had washed her vagina
many times, and it was no sexual thing for us, just a
natural, loving, caring act.

“Well, do I have to wash all of you now?” I smiled at
them.

“Yes, yes, yes!” squealed Vicky, jumping up and down
in excitement.  “Me first!”

Not all of the girls seemed so keen, but Vicky acted
as if it was the biggest treat she had ever had.  “All
right,” I said, lathering my hands.  “What shall I
wash first?”

“Tummy!” she instructed, so I gently washed her firm
little tummy as she stuck it out for me, keeping to
the area between the flat nipples and the loins. 
“Top,” she said next, meaning her chest.  I rubbed
gently with my soapy hands, feeling nothing as I
washed her flat chest and tiny nipples.  Then it was
“Back!”  I did the area from her shoulders to her
bottom.  “Arms!”  I did those.  In the meantime most
of the other girls got on with their showers next to
me.

“Bottom!” was next.  I turned her round and soaped her
soft little bottom, enjoying the firm rounded feel of
the cheeks and washing into the crack.  Then she
giggled and said, “Pussy.”

I heard Jacqui’s voice saying, “Vicky!” reprovingly
for using a rude word.  I put on a very puzzled look
and stared all around me.  Vicky giggled again and
asked, “What’s the matter?”

“You said pussy, but I can’t see a cat anywhere,” I
explained.  “Besides, cats don’t like being washed.”

Vicky slapped me playfully on the shoulder, laughing. 
“Not a real cat, silly!” she scolded.  “I mean wash my
wee-wee!”

“Oh!” I exclaimed as if I suddenly understood. 
“Spread your legs out a bit, then.”

Vicky almost did the splits as she spread her legs as
wide as she could, and then toppled over backwards,
giggling, legs in the air and still spread apart,
vagina gaping open and displaying the little dark pink
folds of skin inside.  “Vicky!” came Jacqui’s voice,
more reprovingly, from the next shower.

I smiled up at Jacqui.  “Oh, it’s all right, it
doesn’t matter, really,” I told her.  She smiled back
at me shyly.

Vicky was still lying flat on her back with her legs
in the air, but I thought it might look a bit too
perverted if I should wash her pubic area with her in
that position - not with other girls present. 
Reluctantly I pulled her up, still keeping it fun, put
one arm round her to keep her upright and washed her
gently between her legs with my other hand, feeling
the soft puffy folds of skin under my fingers.  She
giggled again.  “That tickles,” she said.  “Do it
again.”

I did so, and she wriggled and giggled again,
clutching her vagina with both hands for a moment. 
Then she took them away and said, “Do it more.”

Jacqui and some of the others were still there, so I
just said, “It’s clean now, so it doesn’t need any
more.  Where next?”

After I had finished with Vicky, who seemed very
reluctant to go, Shelley wanted a turn.  Again I would
ask where she wanted washing, using this method so
that it would be quite clear if they wanted me to go
between their legs or not; if they didn’t mention the
place they didn’t get it done.  Shelley, of course,
was quite happy for me to wash there, and I wondered
how much longer it would be before her fuzz started
growing.  I soaped her little breasts, too, enjoying
the feel of those firm little points and the soft skin
underneath.

The only other girl bold enough to ask me to wash her
was - you’ve guessed it - Cindy.  I would have
preferred to keep her at arm’s length; I always enjoy
the sensation of washing a girl’s body but sometimes
the person it belongs to tends to act in ways I find
distasteful.  Such a person is Cindy.  She leaned back
dreamily against me while I washed her breasts, a
little larger and firmer than Shelley’s, and wriggled
and giggled with much less innocence than Vicky when
she insisted I wash her vagina.  I tried to
concentrate on the soft feel of her little mat of
pubic hair and the firm lips of her vagina, and that
area of soft loose skin between her legs.

She squealed and writhed and wriggled so much that I
stopped in the middle of the job, aware that some of
the others were watching.  “That’s enough, Cindy,” I
scolded.  “Too much silliness.  Wash yourself now.”

Suddenly she was repentant, and I continued washing
her on condition that she behave sensibly.  So she did
until I was finished, whereupon she turned round and
hugged me tightly, deliberately pushing her vagina up
against my penis as much as she could.  I was glad
that was over.

I dried myself off and returned to the main part of
the dormitory.  I found a game in progress.  The door
was open and it was dark inside.  The girls had
suddenly decided it would be daring to walk out
through that door and into the open courtyard quite
naked.  Shelley naturally had no problem with this,
but the others really felt they were doing something
daring and naughty.

I saw Kelly march out of the door, with a nervous
giggle, one hand protectively over her vagina, and
then scuttle back inside quickly.  Then it was
Jacqui’s turn, and she was also gone only a couple of
seconds.

“Come on, girls, this isn’t how you do it,” I smiled. 
“We do it all together.  Come on, make a train. 
Shelley, you be leader.”

Happily Shelley stood in the front.  Behind her Marina
put her hands on Shelley’s hips; behind her came
Vicky, and the others all joined on behind.  Last in
the train was Nikki.  “Come on, Roy, join on the
back,” she urged.  I put my hands on her soft warm
hips, enjoying the warm curves of her beautiful little
body.

Shelley led us out into what was now close to complete
darkness.  We had not switched on the outside lights,
but there was a half moon which gave some light.  We
tiptoed carefully across the gravel over to the
grassed area in the middle, near the big oak tree,
along with the usual giggling that girls always seem
to do when they feel they are being a bit naughty or
are a bit embarrassed.  We circled the tree once, then
Shelley suddenly collapsed in a heap underneath it. 
Like a row of dominoes the whole line collapsed after
her, and we tumbled on the soft green grass.

I have also found girls tend to be a lot less
inhibited in the dark, although on the whole these
girls seemed to have lost their inhibitions with me by
now.  Nikki moved back and sat down on my thigh, her
soft warm little bottom bringing warmth to my loins. 
Kelly came and snuggled up on the other side of me,
nestling her head on my shoulder, her long hair
hanging down my chest.  Tarryn, whose attitude now
seemed quite different on the whole, knelt behind me,
wrapping her arms tightly around my neck and trying to
sway me back and forth.  I reached my arm back and
petted her gently on the back of her neck.

With the others all moving in close, I was at the
centre of a mass of naked girls, all trying to get
close to me.  This must be many people’s idea of
heaven.  It certainly is mine!  Nikki took one of my
hands and placed it on her chest.  I rubbed tenderly,
feeling the soft gentle swelling of her developing
breasts underneath.  Tarryn was giving me sweet gentle
kisses just under my ear.  Vicky was scrambling to get
through to me.

Further away I could just identify Marina, and could
see that she was smiling.  Marina is incredibly
trusting of me and secure in my love for her, knowing
that however much I enjoyed the favours of her
friends, to me she is special.  Cindy was sitting
hunched up, and I could tell that she certainly was
jealous.  I could make out Jacqui, but couldn’t tell
what she was thinking.

(To be continued)



CAMPING ADVENTURE  (CHAPTER 12)


It was Shelley who broke it all up, with her need for
attention.  Still full of energy, she danced around in
front of me, slapping her knees and calling out, “Roy!
 Can’t catch me!”

“Oh, Shelley, do I have to?” I groaned, not wanting to
move.  Then I suddenly thought how I could turn the
situation to my advantage in the game that Shelley so
often plays with me.

“Yes, you have to!  You have to *try*, anyway, but you
still can’t catch me!” she teased.

I gave a loud groan and began to stand up.  “Excuse me
a minute, girls, but I have some business to attend
to,” I explained.

I jumped towards Shelley, but she dodged away,
laughing, her slim bare body shining in the moonlight.
 I chased after her, but not too fast.  The unspoken
rule of the game was that I should keep chasing her,
and when she was good and ready, which never took too
long, she would allow herself to be caught.  Since she
was showing off to her friends, I suspected that this
time it would be fast and short.

So it was.  She raced away, keeping to the area of
grass in case she hurt her feet on the gravel that
formed the rest of the courtyard.  I chased after her
as she squealed and dodged.  Then she jumped behind
the tree, and as I came round after her she broke away
again.  This was now the moment when by mutual consent
I caught her.  I swept her up in my arms, while she
flung her head back, laughing and squealing.

“Now what do I do to you?” I asked, as I always did.

“Tickle me!” she squealed, howling with laughter in
anticipation.

I put her over my shoulder and tickled her ribs and
under her arms, slowly but firmly.  She wrapped her
bare legs tightly around my waist and squealed like a
pig until she decided she had had enough, and screamed
out, “Pax! Pax!” as she always did.  Thereupon I
lowered her to the ground, head first and backwards,
holding her behind her waist, with her legs still wide
open and around my waist, vagina shining dully in the
moonlight.

The others caught on quickly, as I hoped they would. 
“Me! Me!  Can’t catch me!” squealed Vicky, and I
caught her almost immediately.  She was light as I
lifted her up in my arms and asked my usual question.

“Tickle me!” she screamed, laughing so much I could
hardly make out the words.  I put her over my
shoulder, tickling gently while she howled with
laughter, and felt a little squirt of urine down my
side as she lost control.  `Pax’ came very quickly, as
I think she was afraid of doing it again.  As soon as
I put her down, backwards again, she darted off to the
oak tree and squatted there for a minute.

All the girls were dancing around me now, daring me to
catch them.  I singled out Marina, overdue for
attention, and soon caught her.  She is really such a
wonderful mixture of maturity and little girl!  She
squealed as much as the others as I caught her and
tickled her, with all the love and tenderness I have,
then placed her down ever so gently on her back, that
precious vagina just visible in the light of the moon.

Jacqui was the quietest of them, but she clearly loved
every moment of it as I held her and tickled her so
gently, so tenderly all over her back and her ribs. 
Cindy of course had to be the noisiest, kicking and
squealing like a pig as I picked her up, and as she
kicked her toe-nail missed by testicles by a
centimetre.  I lifted her higher to avoid any
repetition which if successful would have brought the
game to an abrupt end.  I would have preferred not to
catch her, knowing what she is like, but I had to give
each a girl turn.  There was never such a noise and
struggling as I tickled her.  She managed to wriggle
over on to her back over my shoulder, so I put my hand
up between her legs and tickled her pubic hair and
down below it.  This immediately brought a bellow of
`Pax!’ but I think she was disappointed that I stopped
immediately.

Nikki and Kelly were such fun, those two loving girls,
both so attractive and full of femininity.  I
particularly enjoyed catching them, picking them up as
gently as I could, tickling them while they laughed
and wriggled so delightfully, and giving them a warm
kiss before I lowered them to the ground, legs out.

Tarryn, being Tarryn, for a long time did not seem to
want to be caught, challenging me to catch her but
running as hard as she could to try to ensure she
wasn’t.  Every time I attempted to chase her all I
could see was a little white bottom heading for the
biggest open space, so I didn’t seriously try to catch
her, thinking she didn’t really want it.  Just as
everybody was tiring, though, she ran right into my
legs, not too hard, obviously deliberately, and stayed
there.  I gave her a second in which to escape, but
when she didn’t try lifted her into my arms.

She was as light as a feather and laughed as loudly as
the others as I held her, asked the question and then
put her over my shoulder to tickle her lovingly.  “Oh,
Tarryn, it’s so lovely to have fun with you like
this,” I whispered in her ear.  “I love you so much.” 
I gazed at her little vagina, so close to me but only
just visible between her legs, and tickled her some
more.

Finally the girls all decided to catch me and tickle
me, although I am not particularly ticklish.  I fought
back, tickling all I could reach, and fortunately
Cindy had the sense to keep away from my genitals.  In
the end we all collapsed in a hot, tired heap.

Then suddenly Shelley remembered something that in our
excitement we had all forgotten about before.  “Hey,
let’s go for a swim in the pool!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, we can swim in our bums this time!” Cindy
supported her, sticking her bottom up to illustrate
her point and giving a view of her zipper-like vagina
from the back.

As we made our way naked through the dark, I was
afraid that I should not join them in the pool, as it
would be dangerous to let them swim in the dark
without having somebody out of the pool as lifeguard. 
But when we arrived I noticed that there were two big
overhead lights on the top of the changing rooms.  It
took a couple of minutes to find the switches, but
when they were on they lit up everything beautifully. 
Fortunately there was a hedge round the pool, or else
the floodlights might have made our naked rompings
visible from quite a distance away.

We splashed around for a while before Shelley decided
it was time for another round of “Can’t catch me!”  It
was actually even better in the pool, for as I
mentioned before girls seem to accept more intimate
handling much more readily in the water.  As I tickled
them I could run my hands over their breasts and even
briefly between their legs as if by accident, and they
didn’t complain.

“Tickle me there, I dare you,” spluttered Cindy when
it was her turn, and I did.  I could feel her sodden
little patch of fuzz above her vagina and the top of
the vagina itself.  I ran my hand gently over it, and
pushed my finger at it carefully, feeling for the
clitoris, and she screamed in ecstasy.

I did not dare go quite that far with any of the
others, although my hand slipped and I accidentally
put my fingers on Nikki’s vagina.  “Hey, sorry,
darling, I didn’t mean it,” I reassured her, stopping
the tickling for a moment.

“It’s all right, it - it feels good,” Nikki whispered,
wrapping her arms round my neck and looking at me with
her lovely blue eyes.  “You can do it again if you
like.”

“If you want me to,” I smiled, reaching out underwater
and gently massaging her soft slippery little mound. 
She squealed and wriggled and laughed.

But the game did not last so long this time, as the
girls were feeling tired and hungry.  We staggered
back down to the dining hall, where I fixed them some
tinned meat and fruit.  They were too tired to eat
much, but it took the edge off their appetites.

Then it was time for bed.  I had been wondering if
they would want me to sleep in the dormitory with
them, and sure enough the invitation came, first from
Kelly, and then backed up by the others.

“There are no spare beds, though,” I said as we walked
into the dormitory.

“That doesn’t matter, you can share my bed,” offered
Shelley.

“Shelley!” exclaimed Nikki, and I thought for a moment
she was going to rebuke her for an indecent thought. 
But she wasn’t.  “That’s not fair!  You’ve slept with
Roy plenty of times.  Give someone else a turn!  Roy,
you can come with me!”

“No, me, me!” shouted Vicky.

I looked around at the girls, most of them
volunteering me a share of their beds!  For those
girls, though, except for Cindy no doubt, there was no
thought of sex but only of love.  They wanted to enjoy
hugging and kissing, no doubt, the feel of my body
during the night.

I took one of my hardest decisions.  All it would take
would be for Vicky to tell her parents that So-and-so,
even if it was Shelley, slept with Roy during the
night and the fertiliser would really be in the fan. 
I had taken enough risks with these girls.  Cindy for
one might be jealous enough to tell if I shared a bed
with one of the others, and I was certainly not going
to share with her.  I did not want to take the risk of
getting raped!

I glanced at Marina.  She shook her head gently at me,
but biting her lip, meaning I knew that she wouldn’t
offer me her bed although she would have liked to. 
She was wise enough to know that this could easily
cause trouble and would certainly have been talked
about among the girls.

“Girls, that’s so lovely of you, and I wish I could
agree,” I told them with great difficulty and
reluctance.  “But how could I possibly choose fairly? 
You couldn’t take it in turns, like you could with the
other games we played.  And besides, there might be
some people who would say dirty things about us if we
did that.  So I wish we could, but we had better not
do that.  But you make me feel so good when you invite
me.”  I suddenly looked down at Tarryn and saw a look
of disappointment on her face.  Surely, I thought, she
wouldn’t have shared her bed with me!  But her face
showed that she would.

“You must, because there isn’t a bed for you,” argued
Shelley.  “Nobody will talk about us because we’re
cousins.”

Reluctantly I shook my head.  “No, Shelley, that
wouldn’t be fair on the others,” I said.

“There’s a bed in that end room,” Marina pointed out. 
There was indeed a small room like a storeroom at the
opposite end from the showers.  I soon found a couple
of sheets in the cupboard, which was all we needed on
those hot nights.  The old sheets were still on the
other beds, waiting for the cleaners to change them
the following day.

Amid much disappointment from the girls, we prepared
to settle down for the night.  “My nightie’s in my
case, so I’m sleeping naked,” announced Kelly, just
putting into words what the others were already doing.

In a few minutes’ time they were all under the sheets
or on top of them if even a sheet was too warm for
them.  I went round the dormitory saying goodnight and
giving a cuddle and a kiss to each of those precious
girls in my care that night, giving each one a few
quiet words to tell her how special she was to me. 
All except for Vicky, who was asleep already.

Even Cindy . . . I said to her, “I wish we could be
closer friends, but I don’t like it when you behave in
a silly way.  If you can be as friendly and sensible
as Marina or Kelly, for example, we could get on so
well.”

Cindy looked serious for once.  “I’ll try,” she
promised, and I gave her a light kiss.

Even Tarryn smiled at me and we exchanged a tight hug
and kiss when it was her turn.  Then I came to Jacqui,
and immediately felt rather sorry.  This was the girl
I knew less well than any of the others, a lovely
quiet girl but with real warmth, and nothing had
happened to bring me closer to her as it had with each
of the others.

As I kissed her she whispered wistfully to me, “I wish
I could have shared my bed with you tonight, Roy.”

I looked at her, suddenly thinking hard, as she smiled
at me with her lovely gentle green eyes.  I knew she
was not thinking sexually, but only through the love
of her heart.  I whispered, “Listen.  If you want, if
you can stay awake until everybody else is asleep, you
can come and share my bed with me, just for a little
while.  But you must wait and be very quiet, because
if anybody hears you I’ll have to send you back.  All
right?”

Jacqui’s face lit up, her eyes sparkled and she
blushed a little.  “Yes, yes.  That would be lovely,”
she whispered back to me, obviously thrilled.  “Thank
you.”

I finished my round at Marina, reminding her quietly
how special she is to me.  She explained to me how she
would love to share a bed with me - not for sex, of
course - but didn’t want it to be talked about, and I
assured her I already knew.  I took one last glance
around at the girls, some of whom seemed asleep
already, and saw Jacqui’s face positively glowing, and
then switched off the light.

I went into the little end room, pulled back the sheet
and sat on the side of the bed, waiting for Jacqui,
not lying down in case I went to sleep.  I wondered if
I had been wise to invite her, but it was too late to
have second thoughts.  In my imagination I went
through the day, visualising the wonderful sights I
had seen - at the quarry, beside the road, in the
showers, playing outside . . .  These breath-taking
memories I’m sure will last me a lifetime.  I can
still see in my mind every little detail of those
beautiful little bodies that were entrusted to my
eyes.

It seemed a long wait.  Jacqui was taking no chances. 
But in the end I heard a slight noise at my door and
could just see a dark shadow standing there.  I was
sitting in the pool of moonlight that was streaming in
through my window, so I knew she could see me, or my
outline at least.  I made no sound but just spread my
arms wide.  A moment later she had slipped gently into
them.

“Best I shut the door,” I whispered, and did so.  Then
I returned to the bed, lay down and gently pulled
Jacqui in next to me.  I spread the sheet over our
bodies and we lay together.  I had my arms round her
back, while her arms were round my neck.  I could feel
the soft warmth of her body pressed against mine and
her hair against my face as she rested her chin
against my shoulder and her cheek against mine,
breathing hard.  I moved slightly so as to stop my
penis from resting against her leg, in case it became
hyperactive.

“What a lovely girl you are,” I whispered into her
ear.

“Thank you so much for choosing me,” she whispered
back with a tremor in her voice.  She paused. 
“Everybody else seems to want Vicky more than me. 
Even my parents.”

“That’s awful,” I replied, not necessarily believing
her.  “You mustn’t tell anybody, but you’re a much
deeper person than Vicky, and I love you the most. 
But you haven’t given me much chance to get to know
you, have you?”

“I - I was a bit shy,” she admitted quietly.  “But I -
I was hoping you might like me all week.”

“You can miss all sorts of good things by being too
shy,” I whispered in her ear.  “I didn’t even know you
wanted to be friendly.  But I want you very, very
much.  Whenever you want me, you must come to me. 
I’ll always be there for you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered back, planting little
kisses on my neck.  “You’re so kind.  And you’re brave
and strong.  You were wonderful looking after us
today.”

“You’re so lovely,” I assured her.  “You have such a
lovely open face.  And I just love those little
freckles on your nose.  And just to feel your body
loving me now makes me so happy.  I promise you I’ll
never, ever do anything you don’t want me to.”

“I know,” she whispered back.  “I trust you.  You can
do anything you want to me.  But not - not . . .”  I
knew she meant sex, but I would never do that to her. 
I have more sense than to have sex with anybody under
age, but I am very happy enjoying the other sensual
things I can do with them.

“I won’t do that,” I whispered back.  “Would you like
me to massage you?”

“Please,” she said, turning on her back.  I could see
her face turned towards me in the moonlight.

Gently I lifted her body until she was lying on top of
me, her back against my chest.  Gently I began rubbing
her body, starting at her neck.  Very tenderly I
rubbed the soft warm skin at the bottom of her neck
and began moving downwards.  She was almost
flat-chested still, but as I rubbed I could feel those
tiny little nipples sticking out just a little, and
the skin underneath just growing into points.  I moved
my hands down to rub her tummy, and then at the side
and underneath to rub her soft rounded bottom.

“Down here?” I asked quietly, moving my hands down to
her loins.

“Yes,” she whispered, so faintly that I could hardly
hear her.  Looking at her face in the moonlight just
centimetres from my own, I could see that her eyes
were shut and a quiet, serene smile was on her lips.

Ever so gently, I moved my fingers downward until I
could feel the tiny patch of hair that was beginning
to sprout there.  It felt beautifully soft and fluffy
under my fingers.  Tenderly I moved further down,
edging between her legs, and could feel the soft warm
slit that hid her most private places.  And she had
entrusted them to me!  She wriggled a little and
giggled with pleasure as my fingers tickled a tender
spot.  I loved her more than ever, and lifted my head
to kiss her gently on her cheek.  “My darling,” I
murmured into her ear.  “I love you so much.”

She didn’t answer but lay there, the need to sleep
apparently overcoming her pleasure at the fondling I’m
sure she had never received before.  She was still too
young, too immature to be sexually aroused, but it was
clearly a way she could enjoy my love.  I began to
work my way up her body again, rubbing gently,
tenderly.  By the time I reached her chest again, she
was breathing steadily. 
When I whispered her name, she didn’t answer.

I waited a few minutes to make sure she was properly
asleep, and then decided I had better return her to
her bed.  Slowly I sat up, cradling her in my arms,
her head lolling back.  Everything was in black and
white in the moonlight, and I could just make out the
delicate slit between her legs.  Once more I ran my
hands down her body, feeling gently again between her
legs, enjoying the soft feel of her vagina lips under
my fingers.  Bending my head, I kissed her there,
feeling with my lips the soft downy wisps of hair, the
soft warm folds of skin.  I covered it with kisses,
enjoying a slight taste that I cannot even begin to
describe, and even a faint scent of urine.  I rubbed
my cheek against her vagina, but sill she did not
stir.

Feeling suddenly guilty at taking advantage of a
sleeping girl, I lifted her gently as I stood up, but
had to put her down again to open the door.  As
silently as I could, I carried her back to her bed,
hearing only the steady breathing of the girls, and
laid her on her side, pulling the sheet over her cut
bare body.  Having an idea, I crept outside and
plucked a flower from a nearby bush.  I placed it on
the pillow just in front of her eyes, so the first
thing she saw when she woke up would be that token of
my love for her.

I was woken at about four o’clock in the morning as
Vicky staggered into my room, still three-quarters
asleep, and collapsed on top of me.  Snuggling up like
a koala, she promptly fell completely asleep again. 
In the morning I found out why - the main reason,
anyway.  She had wet her bed.  It was a good thing she
was naked and that I hadn’t known when she invaded my
bed.  Fortunately her leaky valve behaved itself for
the rest of the night, even if parts of her were
rather sticky.

We all woke up just as it was getting light, and to
Shelley’s disgust I insisted that we all got our
clothes on, as visitors might be arriving very early. 
I was right.  The sun had scarcely risen when Marina’s
father arrived, to be overcome by relief to know we
were all safe.  With his cell phone he contacted the
others and we were soon on our way back.  Jacqui, I
saw, went about with a quiet peaceful smile on her
face, not looking at me much, but with a red flower
stuck through her buttonhole.

At first I took quite a lot of flak for our adventure
from the parents, although Aunt Sue blamed herself for
not telling us to stay in the village.  I was suitably
apologetic, though really I saw little need to be.  I
tried to explain that we had not been told to stay in
the village and we had not intended to leave it
anyway, while there were no warning notices at the
quarry.  The girls all joined in on my side, some of
them getting quite upset on my behalf, but the parents
were more concerned with letting off steam after all
their worry.

Over the next few days, though, they all came back to
me, many apologising and assuring me that their
daughters had never stopped telling me about how well
I had looked after them.  It seems the girls kept
their promise, extracted by Shelley, not to mention
some of the other things we did together that day. 
Several invited me to dinner, including the parents of
Jacqui and Vicky, who seemed quite happy for Vicky to
spend the evening crawling all over me.

Jacqui kept to herself then, in front of her parents,
but I could tell she didn’t mind, knowing she has her
special place in my heart.  And she has a faded,
pressed red flower which she always keeps on top of
her dressing table to prove it.

The End.




	
	
		
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