SAILING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 1) (continued from “Mediterranean Adventure”) It was a hot, sultry day when we woke up the following morning, even more so than usual. This was the day, you many remember, that I was to take my `driving test’ with Charlotte’s father to see if we could borrow their boat (see `Mediterranean Adventure’). The day was more humid than usual, and I wondered if the weather would hold. Scott had another of his adventures early on. When I got out of bed I went straight to the toilet, leaving Scott lying flat on his back on his bed as usual, naked as usual. He was idly playing with an old wine bottle he had brought back from the beach the day before. As I left him, he was trying to balance it on his forehead and sit up at the same time, all the while scratching his little wrinkled pink testicles with the other hand. When I came out two minutes later, he was sitting upright in bed, the wine bottle between his legs and an anxious expression on his face. “Roy, I can’t get this off!” he told me with some panic. I stared at him, and when I saw what had happened I couldn’t help laughing. His penis was stuck inside the neck of the wine bottle and he couldn’t get it out again. Scott did not think it very funny, though. “What were you doing?” I asked him, still chuckling. “It’s not funny,” he protested, sitting up with his legs apart at the knees and the wine bottle stuck up the middle as he pulled it again, in vain. “I just wondered if Willy Worm would fit inside there, and he’s got stuck.” I came over to have a closer look. His penis was in right down to the root. Through the coloured glass I could just make out the shape of the little thing inside. He tugged at the bottle again, but in vain. I could see the skin stretch at the base of his penis, but the bottle would not come off. I thought of telling him to leave it for a couple of minutes in the hope that his penis would shrink when not given any attention, but decided to let him sweat for a while. “If you keep pulling, it will get longer and longer,” I teased him. “Will it?” he asked, looking hopeful suddenly and giving it another pull. “Longer than yours?” “Probably, in the end,” I grinned. “It’ll end up coming down to your knees. You’ll never be able to wear a swimming costume again because it will just stick out at the top.” “Then I’d have to wear a sock over it when I do swimming at school,” Scott replied, his creative mind coming up with an ingenious solution. He kept pulling the bottle, and of course his penis was becoming stiffer all the time and more tightly wedged than ever. He grunted. It was becoming rather painful now. “Why did you want to stick Willy in there anyway?” I asked, keeping him at it. “Well, I . . . I wondered what it would be like to f . . . to . . . to have . . . to go to bed with . . .” Knowing I don’t like dirty words, he was finding it difficult to explain what he meant, although I was getting the idea. “Well, Char . . . well, anybody, really.” “Girls are much softer than bottles,” I told him. “But leave it until Willy has grown up and you’ve married Charlotte. Now how are you going to get it out again?” Scott looked down carefully. “Willy seems a bit bigger now,” he said. “That’s because you’re making him hard,” I told him. “You’ll have to pull him for hours and hours if you want him to get longer.” “I can’t wait that long,” he protested. “Marina will be coming in soon. Besides, I need to do a wee now.” I knew Marina would not find it very amusing if she came in and saw her brother had stuck his penis inside a wine bottle. She’s no prude, but there is in her mind, even more than in mine, a big difference between nudity and pornography. Scott was definitely straying into the latter area. I wondered whether to tell him to leave it to shrink. “Will we have to break the bottle to get it off?” Scott asked, worried. “Probably,” I told him, still teasing him. “But that would either cut Willy right off, or circumcise you.” Scott looked blank. “What’s circumsight?” he asked. I almost told him that `circumsight’ was the ability to see round corners. “Circumcise,” I repeated. “It’ll cut off your foreskin.” “Cut off my what?” asked Scott, very worried. They don’t teach sex education at the old-fashioned English school he goes to. “That slippery bit of skin you pull back when you go to the toilet,” I instructed him. Then I remembered what he called it. “Willy’s hat.” “Oh!” Scott went paler still. He really looked rather pathetic, sitting there on the side of his bed now, one foot on the floor, the other knee bent on the side of his bed, and the bottle hanging down the middle while he held it with both hands. “What can I do then? I can’t get it off!” Just at that moment, Shelley marched in through the open door, still naked. Neither of us had her coming. “Hi, guys,” she greeted us. With a gasp, Scott grasped for his sheet and rolled underneath it, wine bottle and all. But Shelley had already had a glimpse of what had happened. She stared with her mouth open. “Scott, what have you . . ?” she asked. Looking quite disbelieving, she turned to me and asked, “Is that his . . . Has he put his . . ?” I didn’t answer, but Shelley realised that her eyes really hadn’t been deceiving her. She burst into helpless laughter. “Oh, Scott!” she laughed at the white-faced figure curled up in a sheet. “You’re just the limit! Wait till Marina sees this!” So saying, she turned and walked back out of the door. “No! Don’t tell – please, Shelley!” Scott begged her, throwing off his sheet and his embarrassment, running across the room and chasing her out of the door, clutching his bottle in both hands all the time. The sight was too much for me. I collapsed on to my bed and laughed till I cried. I could just make out an urgent whispered conversation in the passage, and then they both came back into the room, Scott still holding his bottle down between his thighs. He must have persuaded Shelley to keep quiet about his problem. I just couldn’t keep a straight face and neither could Shelley. “Stop laughing, it isn’t funny!” protested Scott. “What can I do?” “That’s about the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen,” spluttered Shelley, with difficulty as she was still laughing so hard. Her scientific mind came to the fore. “Scott, you’ll have to drink lots of water and wee into the bottle,” she suggested. “When it’s half full, the pressure will build up inside and force your penis out again.” “But that will take hours!” wailed Scott, taking her seriously. We heard a toilet flushing in the next room. “Marina’s coming now,” laughed Shelley. “Please, go and stop her till I’ve got free,” Scott begged her. “I can’t! You’d better hide in the bathroom,” Shelley told him. Crouching low as he was still holding the bottle, Scott scuttled over to the bathroom like a bandy-legged ape and slammed the door shut behind him. We heard a key turning. Then there was a sharp clash of glass hitting something, and an exclamation of dismay from within. It didn’t sound as if the glass had broken, though. “He must have knocked it against the side of the bath,” I chuckled. We held on to each other and laughed ourselves silly. Just at that moment, Marina walked in at the door, wearing a pink dress. She does not walk round naked as often as the rest of us. I had the presence of mind to roll Shelley over on the bed and start tickling her so that there was a good reason for all the laughter. She got the idea and started tickling me as well, though I’m not really ticklish. We both kept tickling and howling with laughter, now that we had a good reason for it. Marina couldn’t make her voice heard above our laughter. Finally we stopped tickling and I greeted her, struggling to keep a straight face. She was looking at us as if we were crazy. I do tickle Shelley often, and she is ticklish, but she had never before laughed as loudly as this. “Sorry to spoil your party,” smiled Marina when she could finally make herself heard. Shelley choked, trying to swallow a new burst of laughter, and I slammed her on the back, trying to help. “Where’s Scott?” asked Marina, looking around. “He’s in the bathroom,” I answered. Marina looked at the shut door, puzzled. Scott never bothered to shut doors, whatever he was doing in there. “He was afraid we’d tickle him, so he locked himself in,” Shelley lied, and then started laughing helplessly again, so I tickled her again to give her a good reason for it. Marina sat on my bed and we started talking about the day. Shelley and I carefully avoided looking at each other, afraid we would start laughing again. Then suddenly, from the bathroom, we heard a clang and a rattle, the noise of glass against porcelain. Marina, a puzzled expression on her face, called out, “What are you doing in there, Scott?” “I’m coming out in a minute,” we heard Scott’s voice from within. We heard the splashing of urine in the toilet bowl, so it was obvious he had got free. As usual he didn’t bother to flush the toilet. The door opened and Scott came out, grinning rather sheepishly. The bottle was nowhere to be seen and his cute little penis was enjoying the fresh air again. It did look a rather brighter pink than usual, though, and I could see an indented ring around the base where the neck of the bottle had been. Marina didn’t notice, though, and she didn’t follow it up as I asked her a question to take her attention away from him. She’s no fool and knew something had been going on, but I managed to distract her enough to stop her from investigating further, had she decided to do so. I found out later what had happened. When Scott had locked himself in the bathroom, he had first turned around and accidentally banged the bottle against the side of the bath, as I had guessed. Then he had sat down on the toilet seat, letting the bottle dangle inside the bowl – so Marina couldn’t see it if she came in, he explained, although he didn’t explain how she could have got in when the door was locked. After a minute or two, his penis, left in peace, began to shrink again and the bottle suddenly fell off, making that noise of glass against porcelain that we had heard as it fell into the toilet bowl. Scott had tried to catch it when he felt it slipping, but was too late. He quickly pulled the bottle out, wet of course, placed it on the window sill, relieved himself (or `given Willy some exercise’, as he often called it) and come out again, free once more. After a chat and some fun, the girls returned to their rooms as we all dressed, as a sop to convention. On hot, humid days like that, clothes should be banned. None of us wanted to wear them, but were afraid it would be expected of us if we ventured out of doors. After Marina had left, Scott sat on his bed examining his penis at close quarters. “Roy, do you really think it’s any bigger?” he asked hopefully. “Maybe,” I answered, doubting it. “You’ll have to pull it for quite a few hours to make any difference.” Scott looked thoughtful. “I wonder if I could do something to stretch it while I’m asleep every night,” he said. “Then it would grow.” I almost chuckled again as I imagined a picture of Scott lying flat on his back, asleep, with his penis attached to a system of pulleys hanging from the ceiling, and a huge weight on the other end. Perhaps that’s an idea I can patent when I grow up . . . Then a possible drawback occurred to me. “It may work like an elastic band,” I warned him. “If you make it twice as long, it may also be twice as thin.” Scott looked down at his emaciated little organ with a worried frown on his face. “Maybe I can try it a little bit,” he said. “Then if it gets too thin I’ll stop.” Then his face lit up. “But wouldn’t it be super if it really worked!” “Do you really want to go swimming at school with Willy sticking out of the top of your costume?” I asked. “The girls will say, `Look! It’s a snake! Kill it!’ And they’ll get a carving knife and chop it off!” “Like three blind mice,” giggled Scott, flicking his penis up and down. “I wonder if it really was their tails the old woman cut off!” He sang out, “She cut off their wees with a carving knife . . . But Roy, if he’s too long I’ll just wrap him round my waist.” “What happens if he goes stiff?” I asked. Scott pulled a face and then said, “I hate swimming costumes. I wish I never had to wear one again. I don’t know what I could do.” Obviously he was taking me seriously. “There’s only one thing for it,” I grinned. “You’ll have to borrow Marina’s big one-piece girl’s costume to wear so you can hide it all the way up to your chest!” “I’ll never do that!” snorted Scott indignantly. Then he giggled. “Suppose Willy stuck out of the top of that, too?!” He opened a drawer and rummaged around, while I wondered what he was looking for. Then he pulled out a sock and an elastic band. He placed the sock over his penis and testicles, and pulled on the elastic band, fastening it round the base. Then he stood up and faced me proudly, his penis wearing the sock. “That’s what I can do,” he declared. “I can get as long a sock as I need.” “Try a very long wine bottle,” I laughed at him. Then I said more seriously, “Don’t worry about it. Girls don’t like big penises – not nice girls, anyway. They think big ones are gross. Yours may be small, but it’s handsome. A big one would make a lot of girls feel disgusted and frighten them off.” “You think so?” asked Scott, frowning as he thought this one out. “That’s right,” I told him. “Remember how ugly they thought Harold’s penis was yesterday. Yours is much more attractive.” “Andrea thought it was too small,” Scott protested. “She said it was a cute little thing.” “It would have been a *cut* little thing if we’d had to break the bottle!” I laughed. “But Andrea is a rude girl who was just trying to hurt your feelings. The nice girls, like Charlotte and Shirley and Penny, all liked the look of Willy, didn’t they?” “Well, they didn’t say so,” muttered Scott. “They were too polite and they may have thought it would sound rude,” I told him. “But if they hadn’t liked it they would have turned away, or looked disgusted, like they did with Harold. But they were quite happy with Willy.” Scott looked suitably mollified. I could hear the girls returning, and Scott just managed to remove his sock before Marina came in. Charlotte and her father came round after breakfast, and Charlotte waited outside with the rest of us while he went inside for a few minutes to talk to Marina’s parents. “Look, Scott, I’m wearing the same shorts as you are,” she smiled at him. Sure enough, she was wearing a loose pair of pale blue shorts, slightly paler than Scott’s shorts of the day but very similar to look at. “Why does a beautiful girl like you want to wear boys’ clothes?” I asked her with a puzzled smile. “I like shorts,” she explained. “What do you want me to wear?” “Well, you looked so pretty wearing that lovely dress that first time you came round, I’d have thought you wanted to dress like that all the time,” I answered. “All girls look prettiest when they’re wearing girls’ clothes, and that dress suited you so nicely.” I laid on the flattery – but basically it’s true! “Well, I may do tomorrow,” Charlotte answered. “But my red and white dress is in the wash. Scott, what do you think?” “I think – you looked great when you’re . . .” Scott began, then thought better of it. “I mean, in your dress,” he spluttered, going rather red in the face. “I don’t really like dresses when I’m playing,” Charlotte confided to me, “because my brothers, or boys like Greg and Rodney, keep saying, `Oh, I can see your panties.’ But I can trust you, Roy. I don’t mind if you see.” Neither did I! “And me,” chipped in Scott. “You don’t mind me seeing.” That was a bit presumptuous, I thought. “No, I don’t mind,” agreed Charlotte. “You can see whatever you want. See, I’m wearing my special embroidered panties today.” She pulled at the elastic of her shorts, to show pale yellow panties underneath, with white embroidered patterns all over the top part, just above the gusset. “That’s great,” agreed Scott. He was just about to return the compliment with a rival display when Charlotte’s dad came out of the house, which broke up their entertainment in a hurry. Still, Charlotte’s shorts weren’t at all bad. Being loose, her panties were often visible, with a little line of lace around the edge. When we were on the boat she would often sit with one leg up, with panties visible at the bottom, or legs slightly apart and panties visible at the side. Once she lay back, giving a view up her shorts all the way to the top of her panties, including the embroidery. I could see the gleam in Scott’s eyes as he saw this, and he almost started salivating. Actually, Scott himself was even more revealing. He was also wearing loose underpants, and often when he was sitting with his legs apart, a tiny pink testicle could be seen peeping out of the leg of his white underpants. I expected a lot of giggling and fooling around from those two as usual, but Scott was actually rather subdued with Charlotte’s father there. I found running the boat pretty easy, actually, even when going quite fast, so I was able to keep my eyes open for the unintentional flashes the two young ones kept giving – and, of course, Marina and Shelley on occasions. Every now and then there were gusts of wind, which tended to lift their dresses. We spent only about an hour out on the boat before Charlotte’s father was quite satisfied with my skills. He seemed most impressed with the skilful way I was able to manoeuvre in and out of the harbour, and was convinced I could handle it safely. He was not really happy about lending out his personal motorboat for me to use, though, but instead suggested we hired one, which he would pay for. “May we go out in it now, please, Daddy?” begged Charlotte eagerly as I docked the boat gently. “I’d be very happy about that except for the weather,” her dad replied. “I don’t like the feel of it. I think we may be going to get a storm. Let’s just listen to the weather report first.” Using his mobile phone, he tuned in to the weather report, and our fears were realised. Quite a big storm was approaching from the sea, due to arrive in perhaps four hours’ time. That ruled it out for the day. On the bright side, he said that we could try again the next day, if the weather had improved as it almost always did very quickly, and that would give us an hour longer with it. Charlotte looked very disappointed at first, but then she brightened suddenly. “I know!” she exclaimed. “That will give me time to invite some of my friends from school and we can all go together! Daddy, how many can we take in a boat?” “Well, they’re quite big boats, so I think we can fit eight of you in quite easily,” her dad replied. “That means you can invite three friends.” “Their parents may not be willing to let them come when they don’t know me,” I pointed out. “Well, I’ll speak to them and assure them you’re safe for them to be with,” smiled Charlotte’s dad. “I’m sure we’ll find some willing to trust you if I say so.” Scott was looking eager, and I could almost see the forms of naked girls flashing in his eyes. Then he almost spoilt it with a silly remark. “Hey, Charlotte, are you going to invite Greg and Rodney?” he grinned mischievously. “No way,” snorted Charlotte, but her dad broke in. “Charlotte, I’m sure Scott would be happier if he had another boy to go with,” he said. “How about it?” “I only want girls to come,” exclaimed Charlotte, looking alarmed. She would certainly not entertain the thought of nudity with any of the boys she knew. “No, it’s all right, really,” Scott broke in. “I don’t mind girls. I don’t know any of the boys here, so let Charlotte choose who she wants. I’ve got Roy, anyway, and he’s my best friend!” “Mine, too,” agreed Charlotte, putting her arm round my waist and leaning her head against my chest. Scott looked very jealous, and her father laughed, but he didn’t press the issue any further. “I’ll phone the girls’ parents tonight and see what I can round up,” he said. “So be thinking who you want to invite, Sharly.” “Thanks, Daddy. Daddy, please may I stay with Roy and the others for the rest of the day?” Charlotte pleaded, looking up at her father with her big eyes and winsome smile. How could any man say no to that? Her father agreed, but on condition that we were inside our flat by one o’clock, an hour before the storm was due, and stayed there. He used his mobile phone to let Marina’s parents know what was happening. They had not heard the news, but decided to abandon their plans, return to their flat for lunch, and invited us to join them at one o’clock. (To be continued) SAILING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 2) It was so humid that all we wanted to do was swim, but we would be expected to wear swimming costumes on the local beaches. Despite that, we agreed to do that, and went back to our flat for our costumes. “Oh no, I haven’t got my costume with me,” moaned Charlotte. “I’ll have to phone my daddy on his mobile phone.” “He said he was going to the office - he won’t want to go back home for your costume and then bring it round to you,” I pointed out. “I don’t think you can bother him about that.” “I can swim in my shorts and Charlotte can borrow my costume,” suggested Scott. Charlotte looked a bit dubious about the prospect of wearing a boy’s costume, but she agreed, as there was no alternative she could think of. This would not be a problem on the beach, since many girls her age, and of any age, often went topless there. Marina and Shelley went to their room to get their costumes – as expected, Marina wore a normal full-size girl’s costume, while Shelley wore only a bikini bottom. Her tiny pointed breasts were not likely to offend anyone, in any case. Charlotte came in to our room to collect a costume from Scott. Scott handed her his little green costume and then pulled off his shirt, and pulled down his own shorts and underpants together, standing in front of her quite happily naked. “Nobody will know it’s a boy’s costume,” he assured her as she examined it carefully. Charlotte eventually decided to go for it, and took down her own shorts and panties to put it on, while Scott stood naked watching her. She now seemed quite unconcerned about Scott seeing her naked, although things would no doubt have been different with Greg and Rodney! As she pulled it up, Scott said to her, “I need a wee before we go. Come and I’ll show you how boys wee.” They disappeared into the bathroom together, and I heard Scott say proudly, “Like this.” After a couple of seconds there was a splashing of urine into the bowl. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands – that was my excuse, anyway! – in time to see Charlotte sit down on the toilet seat and urinate for Scott, which I would never have thought possible the day before. “Shelley hates sitting down to do a wee,” Scott informed her. “She likes standing up like boys do.” When Marina and Shelley were ready, Scott flung open the front door, marched out and then marched straight back in again as he remembered something, just as Marina was calling out to him. He was still naked. Seemingly quite unbothered, he went back to put his shorts on. He seemed unconcerned about anybody seeing him naked now, and I would just have to watch and make sure he didn’t overdo the exposure. We swam in the sea for a while before finding our own spot on the sand, under a palm tree, before we went back. Scott had eyes for no one except Charlotte now. Ignoring the rest of us, he sat opposite her and talked and joked and boasted. Charlotte seemed to enjoy it, although at times she wanted to talk herself and found it difficult to get a word in. He started off sitting with his back to the tree, cross-legged, with his wet shorts sticking to his thighs and a little pink testicle quite visible. After a few minutes he put one knee up and the other spread out to one side. His little penis popped out of the leg of his shorts, sniffed the air, decided it liked it and would stay. Charlotte must have seen everything dangling out of his shorts – not that Scott has the apparatus to dangle very far – but she said nothing. Marina probably would have said something quietly had she noticed, but she didn’t. We went back to our flat as we had promised in time for one o’clock. There was no sign of a storm, but there seemed hardly a breath of air. “I don’t feel like wearing any clothes. It’s too hot!” announced Scott, stark naked now, standing in the middle of the room in all his glory. Marina smiled. “I’m not going to make you wear anything this time,” she said. “Are you going to walk over to mum and dad for lunch like that?” “Yes,” announced Scott, walking to the front door with a big grin on his face, going behind it, opening it and then shutting it again. Then he went reluctantly to put his clothes on. We had lunch, and the storm had still not arrived. Marina’s mother suggested that we all stay in their flat during the storm, but we decided we were not afraid of it and would return to our own flat. “Shall we play cards or something?” suggested Marina as we went inside, going over to the small games box they had brought with them. “May I take my clothes off now?” demanded rather than asked Scott, pulling the elastic on his shorts down to expose his underpants down to the crotch. Marina hesitated, but Charlotte giggled and said, “My brother says there’s a card game called strip poker. I think you’d enjoy playing that, Scott!” “Strip poker? How do you play that?” Scott wanted to know. “It’s like ordinary poker, except when you lose you take off a piece of your clothes,” explained Charlotte, sounding as if she really knew little about it. “When you’ve no clothes left, you’re out.” Scott giggled naughtily. “Let’s play it!” he said. “Roy, may we play strip poker? Do you know the rules?” “Well, it’s fine by me,” I agreed. But then, using subtle pressure as usual, I added, “As long as Marina doesn’t mind.” Marina looked rather doubtful, but Shelley chipped in. “Oh, Marina, don’t be a spoilsport,” she urged her. “You’re always so fussy!” “No, she isn’t,” I countered. “Marina doesn’t have to play if she’s shy.” “You know I’m not shy,” Marina told me, seeing through my argument this time, I thought. “All right, I’ll play.” I thought we would need to make up our own rules for a group of five, so we discussed the matter. “Hurry up,” Scott urged us. “I want to lose so I can lose my clothes.” We decided that after each game the four losers would draw a card each from the pack. The one who drew the lowest card would take something off – if there was a tie, those who tied would both lose an article of clothing. “Marina has an extra life because she has fewer top clothes than the rest of us,” I said, wanting to save her possible embarrassment. Marina was wearing a dress, while Shelley had on a skirt and top, and the rest of us shorts and shirts. I was the only one who actually knew much about poker, so I had to teach them. They were very poor players until they got used to it, which meant that I won all the early games. It was too easy to read the expressions on their faces to tell what sort of hand they had, especially Scott’s, although most of the early expressions were of bewilderment more than anything. Marina was actually the first to draw a lowest card, so she lost her extra life. Scott was next. “I’m taking my underpants off first,” he announced. He lay on his back, reached inside his shorts, pulled his underpants off one leg and then did the same with the other. His shorts came half down in the process, and Charlotte gave him a playful spank on the bare bottom, laughing gleefully. He sat down cross-legged, with his penis dangling out of his shorts. This time I suspected it might have been deliberate. Shelley lost the next game and flung away her top. Then Marina lost again, and I could see she was rather shy about it. But she was also learning faster than any of the others. Rather than take her dress off yet, she slipped off her panties from underneath it. I have seen Marina naked quite a few times, but it never fails to excite me. The sight of her soft white panties slipping out and over her legs, and a quick glimpse of the curve of her bottom under her skirt was enough to send my penis somewhat out of control. “That bird seems to know there’s a storm coming,” I said, pointing out of the window opposite me. While all heads were turned, I quickly adjusted my penis and got a bit of relief inside my shorts. I then had to explain that they had just missed it. I could tell Marina wasn’t happy about the possibility of losing the next game and having to go naked before anybody else was even down to their underwear. So, once my penis had subsided a bit, I suggested, “It isn’t really fair for me to play and win all the time when I’m the only one who really knows the game. Maybe I should just stay out and let you all play, and help you when you need it. Besides, I’m too hot, so I want to get my clothes off!” Outside the sky seemed to be going grey, but it was still stiflingly hot. Marina looked a bit brighter at this, and the others all agreed. So I happily took off my clothes, finding that even my penis was dripping with sweat. “And when we lose you have to undress us,” added Scott, making a new rule. “Yes, Roy, you can do that,” agreed Shelley. “Only for people who don’t mind,” I insisted. “I haven’t lost at all yet,” said Charlotte, with a mixture of pride and relief. So they played on without me, so I could see their cards and whisper in their ears when I had a suggestion. I helped Marina to win the next game, and I helped Scott to cheat so he could draw the lowest card for the losers. Grabbing him quickly, I pulled him back against me and removed his shirt, tickling him liberally in the process so that he squealed and kicked over the pile of cards. Then Charlotte finally lost the cut, Marina winning again. When I asked Charlotte if she wanted help undressing, she nodded with her mischievous grin and a gleam in her eyes. I tickled her gently as I pulled off her shirt, and then Scott joined in, gently at first and then a bit too roughly. I had to pull him off as Charlotte became cross and her ribs showed red marks. Scott still needs to understand how fragile little girls can be, and how quickly they learn to love those who are gentle with them. Charlotte fought back by winning the next game, and I could tell Marina was tense as they cut for the loser. I helped her pull out a king, and then helped Scott with a two. “Oh, no!” he exclaimed, with an expression of glee on his face. “I’m out! I’m going to be naked like you, Roy!” So saying, he flung himself on top of me, wrapping his arms round my neck and slobbering a kiss on my cheek as well. I wondered if he was visualising Charlotte as he did so. We had a good wrestling match as I pretended how difficult it was to take his shorts off, running his penis gently through my fingers two or three times as I did so, as he likes me to do. Unfortunately this had the effect of making it rather stiff. He was flat on his back as I finally pulled the shorts off his feet, wriggling, with his little penis stuck up vertically and tiny pink testicles bouncing up and down underneath. Scott brought his legs down and sat with them stretched straight in front of him and thin little penis still sticking up, a cheeky expression on his face. He seemed very proud of a penis that was now a terrifying six centimetres long. Charlotte was looking quite shocked and it was clear she knew nothing about this phenomenon. “Scott,” came Marina’s disapproving voice. With a playful expression on his face, Scott turned round, grabbed one of his socks and put it over his penis, sitting up now with a wicked gleam in his eye. This brought a very brief lecture from his sister, who quickly persuaded him to throw away the sock and behave more modestly. Then he glanced at Charlotte, who was looking away, clearly put off by his behaviour. He went slightly red and was quiet for a few minutes, realising he had been too silly. I know it makes Marina sound rather prudish when I write about this, but believe me she isn’t – girls seem more delicate about proper and improper behaviour than boys, and unlike many girls she is prepared to say quietly when she thinks something is going too far. The girls I have no time for are those like Andrea, who will so easily be led astray, giggling and squealing, by the likes of creeps like Harold. Marina was rather confused about ordinary nakedness when I first met her, but she soon learned the difference between that and lewd behaviour. I cannot help but admire the influence she has over Scott, and over other girls as well. I told Scott he was still allowed to play, but if he lost again he had to take his skin off this time – and if he couldn’t do that, then he was finished. This kept him involved, and I managed to arrange for Shelley to lose the next draw, when I had the pleasure of removing her skirt, and also the one after that, when I removed her brilliant white panties, tenderly and sensuously. As with Scott, we wrestled about it before I gently got my hand down the front of her panties and removed them by pushing at the gusset. “Remember you can take off your things yourself or ask me to do it,” I announced to nobody in particular as the giggling and naked Shelley sat cross-legged ready for her last chance. I never force myself on any girls, and was a bit afraid Charlotte might be frightened at being touched as intimately as I did Scott and Shelley. Shelley also lost the next cut, which put her out of the game. She went over to the window and looked out. “The sky’s getting very dark,” she said, her cute bare bottom towards the rest of us. “And the wind’s blowing hard.” We could hear angry rumbles of thunder as well as we played the next game, which I arranged for Charlotte to lose. I gently removed her shorts, hardly touching her skin in case she was worried, and she allowed me to do so with a few trusting giggles. I let the next game run its course, and Charlotte lost again – time for her panties now. She felt a bit tense, but smiled tremulously at me as I put my arms round her and gently slid them down her legs, taking care not to touch her anywhere delicate. Looking at Scott, I could see he was looking on, trying to disguise his interest, but his penis was jerking up and giving the game away, had the girls been watching it. All of us were now naked except for Marina. The wind was starting to howl around the house, and leaves were flying everywhere outside as the trees strained and bent. The thunder became louder and more frequent. “Let’s finish now,” suggested Marina, putting her cards down. “Roy, I give up this game so you can take my dress off.” Gladly I did so, running the palms of my hands tenderly over the little peaks on her chest as I did so and kissing her ever so gently on the back of her neck. She looked at me with her eyes sparkling with love, her cheeks rosy and her lips parted in a beautiful smile. Then she jumped, as there was a loud crack of thunder almost overhead. The five of us, all naked, crowded to the back window to watch. We were overlooked by some other villas further up the hillside, but nobody was visible there and they would have been too far away to see much of us. The wind threatened to uproot the trees, and then suddenly with a roar the rain began pelting down and there was a terrific flash of lightning and an instantaneous bang of thunder. The others all screamed, and Charlotte flung herself into my arms and buried her face in my armpit. Since I had been sweating a lot, I could only assume she was too scared to smell me! “Me too!” yelled Scott, throwing his arms as far as he could round both of us and pushing his face right next to Charlotte’s. Clearly it wasn’t only protection from me he was after, as he used this as an excuse to snuggle up nice and close with her, although she was too scared, I think, even to notice his presence at that moment. Marina still looked startled from the bang, but playfully came to me. “Me too?” she whispered with a mischievous smile, and I put my spare arm around her. Then Shelley didn’t want to be left out and tried to find a way in. All the pressure on my front caused me to take a step back, but I still lost my balance and fell over, just at the instant of the next flash and bang. We all landed in a startled heap on the floor, struggling together and with Scott’s foot squashing my penis. I laughed aloud, and the others began to join in shakily. The thunder and lightning soon passed over, but the rain continued to pelt down, beautiful and cool after the stifling heat. Suddenly Scott yelled, “I’m going to play!” and went dashing out through the French windows into the rain. Within two seconds we were all running after him, squealing and leaping with joy, chasing each other and enjoying the beautiful fresh cool rain, hard though it was pelting down. Within seconds it was pouring into my eyes and it was hard to see anything. As usual the others were all soon chasing me, and I was unwise enough to allow myself to be caught in a bare patch of the back garden. We all found ourselves rolling about in mud. I wrestled with the others, and as usual in such watery, muddy situations we managed to touch each other in unusual places without anybody worrying. As I grabbed Marina, I could feel a little pointed nipple rub my cheek, then I felt Charlotte put a hand on my penis. It was quite accidental on her part and she whipped it away smartly when she realised what she had done. Scott was wrestling with her, and they rolled over together, his arms round her and his penis pressed against her hip. Moments later, as she leapt on me, I had my hand down between her legs to roll her over, but she didn’t seem to mind. All this time the rain was pouring down so hard we were continually being blinded by the torrents of water. In a very short time we were lying in a heap, in the mud and the pouring rain, laughing and gasping for breath. The rain began to ease off a little, although it was still coming down steadily. Marina looked at me with her wide brown eyes and said, “Roy, I think we’ll need to wash this mud off before we go inside again.” “And wash the water off as well,” insisted Scott, clutching his penis and testicles with one hand. With much hilarity, we pulled each other up and stared at each other. We were streaked with mud, much of it washed away already. Charlotte in particular was almost unrecognisable, muddy hair down her face and her cute little bare bottom especially smeared in mud from where she had been sitting in it. We went over towards the house, the rain still pelting down. I managed to reach inside the bathroom window, sheltered under the overhanging eaves, and pulled out two towels and a roll of toilet paper. “We’d better take it in turns to clean and dry each other,” I said. We left the towels in the shelter of the eaves and stood out in the rain, using the toilet paper to wipe down each other’s bodies. “Charlotte, let’s us two clean each other,” suggested Scott, his eyes sparkling eagerly. Charlotte glanced at me, but I was busy with Marina, so she looked back at him and nodded. Shelley and I got to work on Marina. We brushed the mud out of her hair as best we could and then set to work on the rest of her body. I worked on the front, while Shelley did the back. It was so thrilling to feel the firm shape of her chest under my fingers, the low firm swellings that would become her breasts, and the nipples on top, just a little larger and firmer than a boy’s. As I worked my way down, she stood with her legs apart so I could clean between them. “Do you want me to clean – down here?” I asked her hesitantly, hardly able to believe that she would allow such intimacy. She smiled and nodded shyly. My stomach lunged as I wiped, with fingers and toilet paper, feeling the tiny brush of down that was just beginning to grow at the top, feeling the soft slit of her delicate little vagina under my fingers, and the soft loose skin at the bottom. I had done that with Shelley many times, but it was something special, something sacred, with Marina. Almost in a dream I noticed something similar happening with the younger ones. Charlotte was just finishing washing Scott. “You haven’t cleaned Willy,” he protested. Charlotte looked startled. “Do you want me to?” she asked nervously. “Yes,” answered Scott firmly, folding his arms, grinning and looking rather naughty. His penis was tight and shiny and dripping water steadily just as if he was urinating, which may have helped to put Charlotte off. She was clearly uncomfortable as she wiped Willy down with some sodden toilet paper, afraid to touch more than she could help it. Shelley and I finished with Marina, and then we started on her. She is a few months younger than Marina but they are developing differently. Marina looks to have two small, very flat cones on her chest, with a little firm nipple on the top of each. Shelley’s chest, on the other hand, still looks exactly like a boy’s, except that her nipples stick up from her otherwise flat chest into cute little points, still soft and wobbly under the fingers, and quite sensitive if I am not careful how I touch them. I worked my fingers very carefully around them, as if they were made of china. I had no hesitation about washing between Shelley’s legs, as we are so familiar with each other and I had done that sort of thing so often before, usually just in loving, trustful playfulness and petting. It is still virtually hairless, except for one or two long hairs underneath that were hanging down and dripping with water, which I wiped. This beautiful, trusting cousin of mine! Meanwhile Scott was eagerly washing Charlotte, grinning unashamedly as he wiped off her muddy bottom. But she was not prepared to let him loose between her legs, to his obvious chagrin. She insisted on wiping herself down there, and he could only stand and watch mournfully, his face looking as droopy as his penis now was. Marina and Shelley now got to work on me. To Shelley fell the honour of cleaning my penis and testicles, and she did the job as lovingly and gently as I had done with her. Scott and Charlotte came to help when they had finished each other, and soon we were all standing in the rain, which was just trailing off, shiny and pink and naked and smiling. Then we grabbed the towels, stood under the eaves and dried each other, just as we had washed each other. This time, though, Charlotte insisted on having me dry her rather than Scott. Smiling into her lovely hazel eyes, I wrapped a towel tightly around her, lifted her up from the ground, and then squatted with her leaning against me while I dried her. Scott also came to help rub, and she was quite happy for him to do so. “Do you want to dry between your legs yourself?” I asked her gently when we had done everywhere else. “You do it,” she whispered, half-covering her face and smiling at me shyly, head on one side. I kissed her gently on her soft wet cheek and then dried her very tenderly between her legs, not allowing my hand to touch her skin, except just at the end when I could not resist it any longer. As I took away the towel, I brushed the back of my knuckles against her vagina and could feel for a wonderful instant those soft fleshy lips on my skin. She didn’t seem to notice. Mostly dry now, although our hair was still quite damp, we trooped inside. I headed for my bed and threw myself down on it, on my back, holding my arms out to the others to join me if they wanted. They all tried to get on at once and there wasn’t enough room, so we pushed Scott’s bed over to make it a double bed, with room for all of us. I lay on my back, warm but fresh now. Marina snuggled up on one side of me, head back on my chest. Shelley and Charlotte shared the other with some difficulty, with Scott on top of me, his hipbone pressing against my penis and his dangling down the side of my thigh. We lay there, enjoying the soft feel of each other’s fresh bodies and talking quietly and lovingly. I remember Charlotte saying, “I never knew being naked could be so wonderful.” Later on we used a hair dryer to dry our hair, and I think we did a pretty good job of disguising the fact to parents that we had ever been wet. I was so busy enjoying the company, the intimacy, that I have no idea when the rain and the wind stopped. About two hours later, when I began to take notice of such things, I could see that the sky was now grey and the weather was hot, but it was calm and no longer humid. I was sure the next day would be fine for our boat trip. Marina and Scott spent a short while alone with their parents that evening, and when they returned Marina told me about a narrow escape we had all had. Her father had brought them both to sit on his lap, and when they were doing so he said to them, “I saw a very strange thing when I was watching the storm out of our back window this afternoon. I saw some naked children running around in your back garden. Do you know who they were?” Marina told me she felt then as if she was ready to die, she was so appalled to know we had been found out. But she never lies, so she looked down in shame and horror and admitted in a whisper, “I’m sorry, Daddy, it was us.” Fortunately, I gathered, Scott had had the sense to keep his mouth shut. “Well, that was very naughty of you,” replied her father. “If you do that again, I shall have to confiscate your clothes.” It took a few seconds for Marina to take in the implications of his reply. Then she looked up at him, mouth open. He was looking at her with an expressionless face, but with a distinct twinkle in his eye. Then she saw a little smile playing around his lips. We were not in trouble after all! After a minute he said to her, “I know I can trust you never to do anything wrong, though, Marina. I don’t think anybody else could see you.” Overwhelmed with relief, she answered, “Yes, Daddy,” and wrapped her arms round his neck, kissing him gratefully. She didn’t tell me what he said to Scott. But her father was right – he can always trust Marina. I would never do anything wrong or indecent to her, or anything she doesn’t want me to do. But if I did, I know she would let me know, in her own loving way. I felt quite shocked myself, to know that we had been seen. But when I thought about it, I realised that he could only have seen a very little of our activities. He could certainly not have seen the mud patch, or us cleaning and drying each other under the eaves, from his back window, or he might have been a little less agreeable. I wondered if we might have been seen from any of the villas further up the hill, but thought it unlikely – if anybody had seen us, he would have had a very unclear view through all that rain. Still, it was a warning to me to be careful. (To be continued) SAILING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 3) Next morning I awoke to the merry sound of Scott splashing urine into the toilet bowl and singing in a high up-and-down falsetto, like a police car, “Wee-wee, wee-wee, wee-wee . . .” Life is never dull with Scott around. As he came out of the bathroom again I was ready to hand him his wine bottle, which he brushed aside with mock annoyance, and then started laughing as he remembered his misadventure of twenty-four hours earlier. “I can’t wait to go to the beach today,” Scott gurgled excitedly. “I wonder who Charlotte’s three friends will be. I hope they’re pretty. I can’t wait to see them all naked.” He half-bent forward, clutching at his penis, which was misbehaving again. That sort of talk turns me off. “Is that how a gentleman would talk?” I asked him. Scott went a bit red. “Well, you like seeing girls naked, too,” he mumbled. “Yes, but for different reasons,” I explained firmly. “When a girl trusts you by letting you see her naked, it’s a very special thing for her. It’s a sign that’s she trusts you and that you’re special to her – nice girls, anyway. It’s a very special gift she’s giving you, and if you just think of it as something you goggle your eyes at, you’re being very insulting. To a girl, it’s part of a special relationship. I like seeing girls naked because I love them to trust me, and I enjoy their beauty. “If all you want with Charlotte and others is to see something you think you’re not supposed to see, you’re insulting her. To her, she’s giving you a wonderful gift by trusting you, and you can’t be trusted. It’s the same with their panties. You can often see them without the girls knowing, but if they deliberately let you see them, that’s a gift too. Girls are very vulnerable, very lovely, and I want to be a gentleman and look after them and protect them.” Scott looked rather ashamed. Of course, what I said is not true for every girl. For naturist girls, nakedness is not an issue. For some girls, silly girls, usually those who feel worthless and they have nothing other than their sexual parts to attract boys, it becomes something to show off and be silly about. We were soon to meet one of those. But to me, finding a girl who is not a naturist and getting her to trust me so much that she actually wants me to see her naked is something special. It’s also great to see them set free from fear of nakedness, free to enjoy being naked and unashamed of it. The four of us went down to the harbour for half past nine, where we were going to meet Charlotte and her friends. I knew I would also need to meet the parents of Charlotte’s friends and assure them that I was a suitable person to look after their daughters, so I was ready for that. The day was hot and sunny again, although the sea was just a little rough still after the storm. The weather forecast was good – storms like that rarely happen more than once or twice a summer. We arrived a couple of minutes early, but Charlotte and her dad were already waiting for us. Charlotte had kept her promise and was wearing a dress – well, a skirt and blouse actually. It was a white blouse, loose and frilly, and a tartan skirt that was short, pleated and hanging nicely out over her bottom. She looked quite delightful, and I could see Scott looking at her almost with his tongue hanging out. He could hardly take his eyes off her. “Hey, Charlotte, you look lovely dressed like that,” I complimented her, looking at her in admiration. She looked slightly coy and murmured her thanks. “Yes, she can do it when she wants to,” her father smiled proudly. “She said she wanted to wear some of her prettiest clothes for you today, so you may consider that an honour! She usually likes to be a tomboy.” “What a waste that would be,” I grinned. The first of her friends had arrived, it seemed. A little girl in a light green dress was standing there with her father. She had very fair hair, almost white; she wore little round glasses over very pale blue eyes, and had slightly buck teeth. She did not look very attractive, but she did look very vulnerable. She glanced at me and looked down, obviously frightened by the sight of me. She might have been even more frightened if I had been without my clothes! “Good morning,” smiled the man, in a slight foreign accent. “This is my daughter Galina. You will be taking her out in the boat today.” I learned later that they were Polish. “Yes, sir, I’ll be delighted to have Galina,” I smiled, shaking his hand. I bent down to smile at Galina too, but she was looking at the ground. “Galina, say good morning and shake hands with . . . er . . .” her father instructed her, a little sharply. “Roy,” I helped him. Obediently Galina put her hand out and went “Mmm,” or something like that. I bent lower and shook her hand very gently. “Hello, Galina,” I said in my gentlest voice, crouching on the ground so that my head was lower than hers, but still she wouldn’t look at me. “Lovely to have you.” “Galina, I told you to say good morning,” her father ordered her sternly. “Oh, she did, sir,” I assured him, standing up again. I certainly got the feeling that this was a timid little girl with a rather overbearing father. “She goes to the same school as Charlotte, then?” I got into a brief conversation with him to take his attention away from his poor little daughter. After a couple of minutes he said, “I will go now. Galina, you will do as you are told and behave yourself. I will hear when you come back.” Galina nodded mutely as he kissed her stiffly on the cheek. This was one girl, I thought, who would be too scared to do anything wrong – or anything right either. They didn’t look like the usual free and easy-going naturists, but Polish people probably didn’t worry too much about nudity. Suddenly the thought struck me. It should have occurred to me before. It was Charlotte’s father who had phoned the parents, and Charlotte almost certainly would not have told the girls, or even had the chance to do so! This could put our day of naturism in danger unless I handled it very carefully. I had no time to think any further as Charlotte’s next friend had arrived with both her parents. This girl was a real beauty, I thought, right from the start. She was wearing a lovely white dress, which suited perfectly her black, shoulder-length hair that curled up a little at the back. She had such a beautiful feminine face, with the sort of oval chin that made me want to take it in my hands and kiss straight away. She had lovely deep brown eyes with long black eyelashes and a beautifully tanned skin that in fact made me worry that she had actually taken too much of the sun unprotected – how long her beauty will last if she keeps tanning at that rate is a bit of a worry. Her name was Danielle, and she smiled shyly at me, showing lovely white teeth. I felt I had never seen such a beautiful girl before, except perhaps for Nicky, the little blonde beauty I still have much to do with in Shelley’s class at school. I could see Scott looking at Danielle with interest and approval, but without quite the same spark I had seen when he first met Charlotte. I suspected he was mentally undressing her, but at least he didn’t make it too obvious. I said hello to her and chatted to her parents for a minute or two while the third girl arrived. This one was although different, and quickly struck me as the sort of girl I try to avoid. She was slightly plump, with a round red freckled face, not very attractive, but I didn’t hold this against her. She had shortish brown hair with a long fringe, and she smiled at me with an almost licentious smile and gave a deep throaty suggestive giggle. This girl, I quickly discovered, had about the dirtiest laugh I had ever heard, and she used it often. This was trouble, if I ever knew it. Her name, I discovered, was Kimberley. She was wearing a patterned dress, the main colours being dark blue, purple and crimson. Her father, who brought her, did not seem very interested in talking to me. I got the impression that he was not very interested in being a good father to Kimberley, either, but with that sort of daughter I didn’t blame him. But then I realised that probably his lack of real attention had much to do with the way his daughter was growing up. “Dad, I need some money,” demanded Kimberley, just as he was about to leave with a cursory goodbye. “All right, here’s some money,” replied her father, with a touch of annoyance, opening his wallet and handing her briskly a 1000-punta note. Shelley and Charlotte both saw it, and gasped when they saw how much it was. “Get something for your friends as well,” he said, turning on his heel and walking away with a nod to the rest of us. Kimberley chuckled with glee and held it up boastfully for us all to see, without thanking her father or even looking after him as he went. I had just seen Danielle and her parents hugging each other goodbye affectionately, and Charlotte was doing that with her father right now. Galina’s father had been a lot more formal, but it was clear he did care for his daughter, even if he seemed too harsh with her. Kimberley’s father just didn’t seem to care, but obviously she was used to it. Charlotte’s father finished saying goodbye to her and gave her a mobile phone, so that she could contact him if we ran into any problems. Boating accidents in good weather are almost unheard of in this part of the country, by the Mediterranean, and there were eight life jackets and a little dinghy in his motorboat, so neither he nor any of the other fathers were any more concerned than if I was taking their girls for a drive in the car. I climbed down the steps and into the boat. Standing up in it, my head was about level with the feet of the others, standing on the dock. I looked up at them and said, “Right, let’s go, then.” Charlotte’s pleated tartan skirt spread out nicely, something I always find attractive in a skirt, whether it reveals anything more easily or not. Looking up at her, I could easily see the gusset of her cream-coloured panties as she stood there just above my head, looking down at me unaware of that. Shelley turned and started to climb down the ladder beside me. As she did so, Galina lifted a leg slightly to adjust her shoe, giving me a glimpse of her plain thin white cotton panties. I smiled to myself, loving her for her vulnerability. The others climbed down one by one, with Charlotte’s skirt flapping up delightfully in the breeze. Before we set off, I made them others all sit down and listen. They did so silently for the most part, the three new girls all very quiet, although Kimberley gave me a leering grin. Charlotte bent down with her back to me to put down her bag, her skirt going up as she did so. It is always a beautiful sight to see soft white panties against a background of bright colour, and especially a skirt as lovely as that. I quickly gave them all a one-minute safety lecture on what to do if we ran into any trouble, just as they do on bigger ships and aeroplanes. As they sat, I showed them how to put on a life jacket, using a grinning Scott as an exhibit. The girls were sitting on the seats facing me as I did so. I could just see the white of Danielle’s panties as she sat with her legs together watching me, but with a gap across the top of her thighs that a slightly tight skirt did not cover. Kimberley was sitting with a naughty grin on her face, knees well apart, arms on knees, carelessly or deliberately revealing her panties, made up of pale purple and dirty white patterns. All the time I was thinking of how to handle the awkward situation of taking three girls to a naturist beach, perhaps for the first time, when they didn’t yet know it. It would be asking for trouble to take them there if they were unhappy about going, but I was confident that if I could get them to agree to go, with a little gentle and cunning pressure, they would be quite happy with that. So I would get out to sea first, when it would be more difficult for them to express a wish to return, and then see about it. I started the engine and we moved slowly out towards the sea, weaving among numerous other small boats as we did so. The others were very excited and interested, waving and calling to those on other boats. Charlotte spent most of the time kneeling on her bench seat and leaning forward over the side of the boat. Every time she did so, I could see the curve of her cream panties covering her bottom visible just beneath the hem, with the wind sometimes blowing it up more. As we reached the open water, I could no longer resist the temptation. I strolled over the couple of metres between us and patted her gently on the bottom, under her skirt, then rubbed her gently just on the elastic hem of her panties, enjoying the feel of the cotton under my fingers and the palm of my hand. Charlotte turned and smiled at me with her beautiful honey eyes, not realising I’m sure that my hands were under rather than on top of her skirt. The other girls wore longer skirts, although they often blew in the breeze. Shelley in particular had her flimsy skirt blowing up and around, and thoroughly enjoyed it as usual, throwing back her head and laughing with upstretched arms as a particularly strong gust whipped her skirt up above her waist for a moment. Interestingly, Shelley’s underwear and nakedness have never interested Scott, probably because she is so uninhibited about them and he tends to get more excited about what is forbidden. He was still very interested in Charlotte, but right now he was so interested in what else was going on that he only occasionally remembered to look round and see if she had anything visible. Charlotte’s friends were also enjoying the trip, with even Galina venturing to smile occasionally. She and Danielle sat quietly on their seats, as did Marina, looking out over the side, generally with their legs demurely together. Kimberley, though, was all over the place, dashing from side to side, talking almost non-stop and giving her dirty laugh regularly. She tried to get my attention all the time, but I kept her at arm’s length, not liking her silliness. At one point she deliberately pretended to fall over backwards on the floor in front of me, laughing and splaying her legs wide to give me the best possible view of her bulging white and purple panties. I find a lot of girls often do this sort of thing deliberately in front of me, but out of an eagerness to trust me. Kimberley’s display seemed almost obscene. On another occasion, when a splash of water flew into her face, she deliberately lifted the hem of her dress and laboriously wiped it dry. Of course, this showed me the full expanse of her panties, well filled but a little baggy. A small roll of fat bulged over the top, with a large deep belly button near the top of it. She smiled slyly at me as she put her dress down again. “I’m glad you didn’t tickle my tummy,” she said meaningfully. “I’m very ticklish. Especially under my arms. And under my legs,” she added, giving a dirty cackle and putting down a hand to her crotch, wriggling in what I’m sure she thought was a sexy way. After about ten minutes we were around half a kilometre out to sea, well away from any other boat. I had agreed with Charlotte’s dad that we would keep well within sight of land. Some of the others were sitting and some were turned round and kneeling on the seats so as to see better. I could sense Scott getting excited, and hoped he would help solve the problem by broaching the subject. Sure enough, he did. Standing up and turning to me, he grabbed hold of his shirt and said, “Roy, may we take our clothes off now?” “If Charlotte’s friends don’t mind,” I answered. Scott whipped off his shirt. “Charlotte, I trust your friends are all happy about where we’re going? Scott, hang on!” Scott was just whipping off his shorts and now wearing nothing but his pale blue underpants. A glance at Danielle’s shocked face at Scott’s striptease told me that she, for one, had no idea where we were going. Galina’s mouth was open as she stared at Scott, but otherwise showed no expression. Probably in a harsh household she had learned to keep her feelings well hidden. “Scott!” Kimberley exclaimed, sounding shocked but with a big grin on her face. She gave her dirty giggle. Charlotte looked rather guilty. “Roy, I – I couldn’t talk to them because my dad phoned their dads,” she explained anxiously. “I couldn’t tell them in private, but I asked my dad to phone people I thought wouldn’t mind. I think.” “Where are we going?” asked Danielle, her pretty face looking rather scared, as if she was wondering whether she was being kidnapped. I stopped the boat. “Well, you’d better tell them now,” I said to Charlotte, thinking it would be better coming from her rather than from me. Scott stood there impatiently, waiting to remove his underpants and share Willy with his new friends. “On Wednesday we went to a wonderful beach at Norigo,” she told them rather nervously as they stared at her. “It – it’s a natur – a beach where people don’t have to wear clothes. And we didn’t, and – and it was wonderful! You feel so free without any clothes, and nobody stares at you or laughs at you or says anything, because everyone is like that. So I wanted to go again, and I invited you because – I hope you’ll enjoy it. I thought we could go by sea.” “Try it, girls, it’s wonderful,” Shelley encouraged them, perhaps too eager. “You’ll feel shy at first if you haven’t done it before, but soon you’ll love it!” Galina was still staring with her mouth open, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Danielle was quite obvious, though: she was very shocked and nervous. Kimberley’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Ooh, naked!” she squealed with her dirty giggle. She stood up, reached under her dress with both hands and pulled her panties down to her knees, dress still covering the vital area. “We’re going to be naked!” she burbled. Still holding on to her panties, she looked up at me with a very naughty grin, and giggled rudely again. Then she pulled up her panties, also flicking up the front of her dress far enough to give another flash of her plump stomach and belly button. “Kimberley, it’s nothing to be silly or rude about,” I reprimanded her, sensing Marina’s disapproval. “Girls, I’m sorry you didn’t know before we started about all this. I promise you, nobody has to go naked. You can keep your clothes on all the time if you want. But the rest of us would like to go naked. If you’re still not happy about it, we can turn back, and I’ll phone your dads and ask them to pick you up and take you home. But I really hope you’ll all stay, and I promise you that it’s quite all right for you to keep your clothes on if you want to.” “I don’t mind being naked,” giggled Kimberley, lifting the front of her dress again and looking saucily at Scott, who had his thumbs in the top of his underpants ready for take-off. “I’ll go.” I looked at the other two. It was always good policy to begin with those most in favour, which made it more difficult for those who were not in favour to be begin with to refuse. Danielle was certainly against at the moment, but I thought I wouldn’t have too much trouble persuading Galina, who would probably be more afraid of causing offence by saying no. “So you’re happy to come, then, Kimberley,” I began. “That’s really great.” I looked very pleased, though that was just for effect on the other two. “May we undress now, please, Roy?” demanded Scott impatiently. “Wait a minute,” I instructed him. I knelt down next to Galina, who didn’t look very happy – but then, she had looked a sad little girl from the moment I first saw her. “Galina’s very shy,” Charlotte informed me unhelpfully. “I’d love to have you with us, Galina,” I smiled at her, although she was looking at the floor again. “Are you happy to come too, please?” Galina did not look at all happy, but she nodded her head and whispered, “All right.” “That’s wonderful,” I beamed, for Danielle’s benefit. “I’m so glad. Danielle, are you happy to come with us as well?” Danielle’s face looked very strained. “I don’t know,” she answered. I looked very disappointed, but before I could say anything, the others joined it. “Oh, please, Danielle, I want you to come,” Charlotte pleaded, coming over and taking her hand. “Don’t be so drippy, Danielle, it’ll be so exciting,” snorted Kimberley. “Kimberley, you do not talk like that to Danielle,” I said very strongly, particularly for Danielle’s benefit. “We all want her to come, but she doesn’t have too if she feels afraid of it.” “Please come with us, Danielle,” Charlotte pleaded. Danielle didn’t answer, but I could sense the battle going on inside her. “It’ll spoil it for all of us if we have to go back,” Kimberley told her bluntly, and again I shut her up. I knelt down next to Danielle and smiled at her. “Danielle, if you feel bad about a naturist beach, I understand,” I told her. “But I promise you, nobody will make you take anything off if you don’t want to, and I won’t allow Kimberley or anybody else to make you feel bad. I promise you, I’ll protect you. If you want me to turn the boat round and take you back and get your dad to pick you up again, I’ll do that, but first do you think you can give it a try?” If you will allow me to be immodest, my well-known charm worked again. Danielle looked at me with her beautiful dark brown eyes, framed by those lovely long eyelashes, and I smiled imploringly at her. Her mouth twitched as she tried to smile back, and she whispered, “All right, I’ll try. As long as I don’t have to do it.” “I promise. Wonderful, I’m so glad,” I gushed, squeezing her hand gently. I turned to the others. “Wait a minute, Scott.” His underpants were down almost to the crotch now as he stopped, the base of his penis just visible. He seemed positively eager to display his attributes to the girls. I spoke to them all. “Perhaps it would be best if we go out to sea a little further, and then all of us who want to can have a swim in the sea,” I suggested. “That will give people who aren’t used to it a chance to try it by ourselves to start with. But only if they want to. Does that sound all right?” They nodded their heads, Danielle as well, so I revved up the motor and began to move the boat further away from land, where we were not so likely to have other boats coming near us. “MayIdoitnow?” gabbled Scott impatiently, tugging at the front of his underpants. I heard a gasp from Danielle as he showed his penis for an instant. I don’t think Kimberley was watching at that moment, or I’m sure she would have made some audible contribution. “All right then, Danielle?” I asked gently. “I don’t know,” she murmured, looking most uncomfortable. I turned on all my charm again, with a little pressure. “If you feel like that and you want to go home, I understand,” I smiled at her, kneeling down next to her again and looking deeply into her big eyes. “But the others want to, so maybe we should take you home if you won’t let them.” Danielle still looked uncomfortable, but then she whispered, “All right, they can.” “Yessss!” exulted Scott, hurling off his underpants and jumping around, his penis bobbing up and down like a yoyo. He certainly seemed to have lost all his fears of public nudity. Kimberley giggled rudely. “Oh, Scott, your wee is so tiny,” she told him, inspecting it rudely. “I don’t want a big ugly sausage one like Harold,” snorted Scott. “But you haven’t got one at all.” Marina, I think, couldn’t hear this conversation as she was upwind of the pair and I, downwind, could only just hear above the noise of the motor, the sea and the wind. Kimberley smiled gloatingly as she began to unbutton her dress. “My dad says I’ve got the biggest cunt he’s ever . . .” she began, then suddenly stopped, as if she realised she was about to give away a family secret. “Kimberley, I do not want to hear you use dirty words like that,” I told her sharply. “The words you use show just what sort of a person you are. Are you a dirty-minded person?” The answer already seemed obvious to me. But I could not help but wonder about her father after that. Kimberley giggled, looking only slightly ashamed, but didn’t answer that question. She began to wriggle out of her dress, trying to be sensuous about it. I could see her plump white stomach and the elastic top of her panties, a baggy dull white. I began to take my shirt off. Of the others, only Shelley was getting undressed at the moment, as quickly and as naturally as usual. Then Charlotte began to follow. Kimberley looked round at Shelley as she took her panties off and giggled throatily again. “My cunt – my fanny’s bigger than yours,” she boasted. “Kimberley, if you’re taking part with us, you do *not* use rude words or make any silly comments about other people,” I told her. “Those are the rules, and if you will not obey them, I will take you home. Naturists do not worry about what bodies look like, and I will not put up with your rudeness.” This time I think I got the message home, as she kept her comments to herself after that, apart from when she forgot occasionally, or said something just to test if the limits were still there. She still wanted to talk her way through this experience, though. “I’m wearing my panties today,” she announced, which was now obvious. “I don’t always wear panties at home. It teases my dad when I don’t wear any.” She giggled rudely. “Why?” Scott wanted to know. “He likes to see up my dress, and if I’m wearing no panties he tickles me,” she giggled. She was about to say more, but glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and decided not to. Fortunately that answer satisfied Scott. I could guess where her father tickled her, from the look on her face, if he couldn’t. I felt disgusted. Kimberley really seemed to fancy herself as a striptease artist. She wriggled out of her dress, then stood there in her dull white panties, complete with pale purple patterns, awaiting our admiration. Her tubby stomach hung partly over the top in a roll of white fat. Her podgy breasts looked quite well developed for a girl of her age, but they often do with plump girls, anyway, even if they are composed mostly of fat. As I removed my underpants I could tell she was sizing up my penis. I have a pretty ordinary penis, I’m glad to say. Girls seeing older boys naked for the first time can very easily be put off by one that is too large or ugly or hairy, while small ones like Scott’s can be open to ridicule, although comments made are often due to embarrassment more than anything else. I could sense that Kimberley was ready to make some comment about mine, but there is not much about it to attract comment. “My dad has a bigger cock . . .” Kimberley began, and then stopped suddenly as she remembered. I stared at her coldly. “I forgot,” she mumbled in explanation. “You’re fat,” Scott accused her, looking at her in disgust. “Show us that big fanny you’ve been talking about.” I grabbed hold of Scott by the shoulder and swung him round, pointing my finger in his face. “You heard what I told Kimberley!” I bellowed at him. “Don’t you dare be rude to anybody!” Part of my act was for Kimberley’s benefit as well, to remind her to watch her words very carefully. Scott went rather pale and stood quietly by himself at the side for a few minutes, clutching his penis tightly. “You can see me if you want,” Kimberley told him, but he hardly took any notice. She pulled her panties down over her fat bottom but kept them up at the front for a few seconds, just for effect I’m sure. Then she sang out, “Da-daa!” and took them off with a grand gesture, facing in Scott’s direction and giving her dirty giggle. Scott looked but did not dare to comment. I could not quite see at first, as I was half to the side of her, but I had a real eyeful of her flabby fat white side and buttocks. Then she turned towards me with a big grin on her face, spreading her arms wide as if to say, “I told you so.” Then she gave her dirty laugh again. I took everything in at a quick glance, trying to look casual and most uninterested. But I had to admit she was right. Often with fat girls it is difficult to see the vagina when they are standing upright, as it tends to get lost under the extra fat and curve of her loins. But Kimberley’s vagina was very visible, a gaping black slit with large folds of fat on either side. It looked big enough to stick Scott’s wine bottle inside, but I did not say so. “I told you I had a big pussy,” she boasted, turning round to show the others. I could see distaste on the other girls’ faces, although Scott was now beginning to look interested again. “Girls, I think we should take Kimberley home,” I said in a voice filled with disgust. “We don’t want people around who show off and say rude and silly things, do we?” “I think she had better go,” said Shelley firmly. “Yes, she’s not mature enough to handle it properly,” put in Marina. Both of my girls had sensed exactly the sort of thing I wanted them to say. “Kimberley, you’re spoiling it all!” Charlotte, wearing only her cream panties now, was looking most upset. Kimberley was looking quite alarmed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” she exclaimed, standing there in her flabby white skin. “I forgot. I won’t do it again.” “If you want to stay, you had better watch your mouth,” I warned her. “Like I said earlier, proper naturists are not like that.” Looking rather abashed, she agreed, and then stood quietly at the side for a while, with the wind blowing on her bare white skin. Charlotte took her panties off, and she and Scott smiled at each other in mutual admiration. Marina stayed dressed for the time being, as did Galina and Danielle, with Danielle looking rather uncomfortable. (To be continued) SAILING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 4) At last we reached a place on the open sea, with land well in sight but with no other boats around. I stopped the engine and stood up. “Right, let’s swim here for a while,” I said. “Since we’re out at sea, we need to make sure we are safe. So, Marina and Shelley, I think we need to take it in turns to stay on board and keep an eye on everybody swimming, to make sure there are no problems. Lifeguard duty! I’ll do the first shift, if you just give me a moment to cool off, and then you two can come on and do the next shift together. Okay?” I planned it like this for a reason, expecting it would take a few minutes for Danielle and Galina to decide to swim, if they were going to. They might have been shy to undress while I was still on the boat, though, so I thought that at an appropriate time I would swap duties with Marina and Shelley, allowing them to undress while I was in the water. Danielle’s suntan seemed to indicate that she was a keen swimmer, so I hoped it would not be too long before she was willing to take the plunge. The others agreed, some reluctantly, so I climbed on to the side of the boat to have a very quick dip and cool down first. “Do a bomb, Roy!” Scott encouraged me. I didn’t want to get everybody wet, so I just dived in normally, much to his annoyed disappointment, and then climbed back into the boat. There were rungs down the outside of the boat that made it easier to get back in. I was now deliciously cool and wet. Shelley dived in gracefully, with hardly a splash, her beautiful smooth body causing hardly a ripple. The younger ones each grabbed a lifebelt. Scott and Charlotte held hands and jumped in together, laughing. Kimberley farted noisily, squealed, laughed loudly and jumped in after them with a big splash. Marina began to take her clothes off, very neatly as usual, sandals together, folding her dress and then putting her panties inside for safety. She was just about to follow the others into the water, her lovely bare body sitting on the side of the boat, when she turned and said, “Roy, before we finish, may we just have a couple of minutes to swim together, the two of us?” I agreed, and she slipped into the water. Danielle and Galina sat up on the backs of their seats in the middle of the boat and just watched, although Danielle was beginning to smile again now, a quiet smile that lit up her beautiful oval face, with her tanned skin. Soon she would want to swim, I was sure, especially as she was clearly feeling rather hot. Galina as usual was largely expressionless, although occasionally she let a tiny smile play over her face. “Come on, you two, we’re waiting for you,” called out Charlotte, holding on to the side of the boat. “Charlotte, they don’t want to, so don’t put pressure on them,” I told her. “I do want to, really,” said Danielle, smiling shyly and beautifully. “I wish I could.” “I know why Danielle won’t swim naked,” called out Kimberley, bobbing up next to Charlotte. I glared at her, and she swam away quickly without explaining what she meant, as I’m sure she was wanting to do. “Why can’t you?” I asked, smiling at Danielle gently. “I don’t like swimming without my costume on,” she answered, after a moment’s pause. “Have you ever tried it?” I asked, still very gently. “No, but I don’t want to,” she said. She paused, and then said, “May we swim in our panties?” I thought quickly. “Yes, that’s fine,” I agreed. “Just remember, when you finish swimming, take them off and let them dry in the sun. It’s bad for your skin to have wet clothes between your legs, especially from seawater. All right?” Danielle pulled a face, her idea demolished. She was not happy with the idea of going round without any panties on, even if she was wearing a dress. I kept talking quietly to the girls, but changed the subject, while watching the others in the sea. Sometimes, though, it was rather difficult to see with the sunlight reflecting from the water. Marina and Shelley, both excellent swimmers, especially Shelley, were having a great time, and I was sure they were too sensible to need a warning about swimming too far away from the boat. Scott, Charlotte and Kimberley, much younger, were not very good yet, and they spent a lot of their time holding on to the side of the boat and talking or playing there. After a few minutes Galina fanned herself with her hand and whispered, “I’m so hot!” Her pale face was now quite red, and she pulled at the front of her dress to try to circulate the air. “So am I,” I agreed, taking my opportunity. “I think it’s time I had a swim now.” I stood up and called to Marina and Shelley. They returned quite quickly and took over as lifeguards. “I’ll be back soon,” I told them, diving in. Treading water, I turned to face them again. “That’s just so much better!” I enthused, turning and swimming away. As I had hoped, things slowly began to happen back on board. I thought I could trust Marina and Shelley to encourage the other two to swim without applying uncomfortable pressure. Marina at least – Shelley can be rather tactless at times. Sure enough, within a minute, I saw Galina stand up and start to unbutton her light green dress. I floated around on my back, watching from the corner of my eye as she slipped it off, revealing her thin white body clad only in thin white cotton panties. She slipped those off and stood there naked, looking out over the water through her little round glasses. Perhaps, it seemed to me, coming from a Polish family, she was not really worried about being naked but more reluctant to take part in anything new. Danielle, however, made no move. I waited for Galina to get into the water, but she just continued to stand there, naked but taking no notice of Scott, although he was hanging around the boat. I couldn’t see or hear what was happening, so I swam a bit closer and called out to my girls, as I always call Marina and Shelley, “Want to swap over again?” “All right,” they answered, so I swam over to the boat. I grasped the side and looked up. Galina was standing looking at me, and I could see at a glance her thin little body, flat chest, ribs visible, and a gentle flat slope down her loins with a thin little vagina peeping from between her legs at the bottom. She wasn’t a pretty sight, but she looked so vulnerable that my heart went out to her. “Ah, Galina, you swimming? Great,” I encouraged her, as if I had only just noticed. “Roy, Galina is worried about going in without her glasses,” Shelley told me. “She says she can’t see properly without them.” “Well, maybe she can take them off, but go in with you two and you can hold on to her and look after her,” I suggested. “That’s what we said,” replied Shelley. “Come on, Galina.” Quietly Galina took off her glasses and placed them inside her panties, which were lying on top of her dress. I noticed all the clothes were getting slightly wet, although they would soon dry off in the sun. “I’ll make sure they’re safe,” I assured her. Galina turned round, but still looked hesitant. Her big pale blue eyes looked very strange without her glasses and she looked more vulnerable than ever. “Do you want me to help you into the water?” I asked her. She nodded silently. “Come, and I’ll help you in,” I offered. She sat on the side of the boat, just next to my head. I moved one arm round the other side of her knees and held the side of the boat. Her thin little body was right in front of me, with that little vagina almost invisible, tucked away between her legs. Her tiny flat pink nipples were only visible on her white chest due to their colour. She dropped a lifebelt into the water but was in no hurry to follow it in. “All right?” I asked, smiling at her gently. I put my right arm gently round her waist and pulled her towards me. I could feel her ribs under my fingers. With a gasp, she landed on top of me in the water, knocking me under for a moment. I held on to her round her back, but she was holding on even more firmly, arms tightly around my neck. “My goodness, what a lovely hug,” I teased her, as she held on tightly, her cheek pressed against mine. “You are such a sweet girl, Galina.” I felt rather than saw her blush, but she still said nothing. I was treading water hard, and felt her kicking too, her leg brushing my penis under water more than once. “Can you swim?” I asked her. “Yes, but I can’t see,” she whispered fearfully. “You can see which way is up,” I smiled at her. “Listen, try letting go of me and I’ll hold on to your arm, I promise. I’ll put your lifebelt on for you. Then Marina and Shelley will take care of you.” Very nervously she released her hold and began treading water. I held her strongly while my girls slipped into the water and took her over, one on each side. Shelley grabbed the lifebelt to slip round her neck. “Great, Galina, well done,” I praised her, rubbing her neck gently with my hand before I climbed on to the boat. Danielle was still sitting there, with a wistful expression on her face. I didn’t put any more pressure on her, but we talked for a minute or two about other things. I could see all the time that she was longing to go in the water, but still made no move to undress. After a couple of minutes she suddenly said, “When we go to the naturist beach, will I have to take my clothes off?” “No, you won’t have to, I promise,” I answered. “But you’ll be the only person there wearing clothes, so other people may be looking at you all the time.” Danielle thought for a moment and then said, “I can wear just my panties. But I don’t want to take them off.” “You won’t have to,” I assured her. “I understand it if you feel too shy of being naked.” “No, I’m not really shy of it,” Danielle insisted, crossing her legs and giving a glimpse of soft white panties. She looked away, embarrassed. I kept quiet. After a moment she looked back at me fearfully. I smiled at her and waited, trying to give the impression that I was not putting any pressure on her to continue. She wanted to tell me more but was finding it difficult to summon the courage. At last she said blushingly, “I – it’s just that I - have a spot between my legs I – I don’t like people to see.” “I’m sorry about that. Have you seen the doctor about it?” I asked gently. “The doctor can’t – do anything,” she whispered. “It’s a birthmark. A beauty spot.” “Oh, so it’s nothing to worry about, then,” I answered carefully, smiling and trying to sound as relaxed as possible. “You just feel bad about the way it looks, though. Have people teased you about it, then?” “Yes, Kimberley has,” she answered. “And other girls. But not Charlotte. She’s my best friend. But Kimberley’s very rude sometimes when we change for swimming at school. She says . . .” She stopped, not wanting to go on. “Have you ever called her fat?” I asked. “No.” Danielle shook her head. “I’d never do that.” “I think Kimberley may be jealous of you, and so may other girls, because you’re very pretty. As long as I’m here, neither Kimberley or anyone else will say anything bad about it to you, or I’ll deal with them, I promise you,” I said strongly. “I can’t believe it looks bad, but just because it’s different I know some people who don’t feel good about themselves can cause trouble. Do you think that’s true?” “I don’t know,” she whispered, looking at me unhappily, with tears suddenly coming to her eyes. I smiled lovingly at her and squeezed her hand gently. “I understand how you feel,” I told her. “As long as I’m here, nobody will ever be allowed to cause trouble with you or hurt your feelings, I promise you.” Danielle swallowed hard, then made a difficult decision. “Do you – do you want to see it?” she asked nervously. Yes, I did very much, but I could hardly tell her that. I smiled slowly at her, thinking of the best way to answer. I decided to take a risk. “No, I don’t want to see it when it would make you feel bad,” I told her. “But I’m so pleased you’re willing to trust me.” “I won’t feel bad – with you,” whispered Danielle, looking around to make sure none of the others were watching. “I do trust you.” So saying, she reached up her dress, put her fingers inside the leg of her panties and pulled the elastic aside to show me. I felt my loins give a lurch and wished my penis were invisible. I could see her little dark vagina slit inside her white panties as she sat there in front of me, with the loose pink skin at the bottom. At the top of her vagina, just to the right as I could see it, was a large dark brown beauty spot about a centimetre across. Danielle looked timidly at me and then put it back inside her panties again. “Did you see it?” she whispered. “Yes, thank you,” I answered. “You know, it really looks pretty to me. You have another one on your neck” – I reached out and stroked it gently – “and I love beauty spots. I think Kimberley and the others are really jealous of you.” “Oh no, they’re – they’re just being horrible,” replied Danielle, looking embarrassed again. “You don’t – think it’s ugly?” “Certainly not,” I smiled at her. “It’s really very strange to me. You are such a pretty girl – you have lovely eyes and hair and skin and a lovely smile – and yet you’re worried about one little spot! But I suppose that’s only because of some disgustingly rude people.” Danielle looked rather confused as I mentioned her beauty, but when I had finished she smiled. “I feel safe with you,” she whispered. “Please stay with me.” I presume she meant me to stay with her while she swam, in case Kimberley said anything. “I will,” I promised. Immediately she stood up and began to unbutton her dress, suddenly talking about her swimming as she did so, which she obviously enjoyed. She slipped it off her body, showing a chest in two colours, one part richly suntanned and the other still pale after being under her regulation school one-piece swimming costume. Her chest was flat except for her nipples coming up in tiny points. She stood there for a moment in tiny delicate white panties before she glanced over to see if Kimberley was watching. But Kimberley was flirting with Scott at that moment, so she slipped them off and stood there naked, the sun shining for probably the very first time on that slim white bottom, the gentle bulge of her pubic mound and the lovely gentle curve of her vagina, with its brown beauty spot standing out at the northeast corner. She looked so stunningly lovely with her long black hair, her beautiful face and her delightful naked body. Again the energy exploded in my penis, causing me to put up a leg to try to hide it, but she wasn’t looking in that direction. I leaned over against the side of the boat, hiding my bouncing penis from view, and called to Marina and Shelley, suggesting we changed over again. They agreed quickly, probably feeling rather tired of supporting Galina all the time. Galina seemed to have had enough, and agreed when I asked her if she wanted to get out. I bent over and reached out to her, wrapping my arms under her shoulders. She pulled herself up with her hands and then I lifted her gently into my arms. She was smiling shyly, her skinny little body sparkling with drops of water. I hugged her warmly and pressed my cheek against hers. “Good girl, Galina,” I whispered gently into her ear. “Hey, Danielle’s going to swim!” Charlotte’s voice suddenly came with pleasure. “Come in, Danielle!” Charlotte was floating next to the boat in her lifebelt. Next to her now was Kimberley, who looked about to say something, but fortunately had the sense to look at me first. I stared at her very strongly and she shut her mouth again, not daring to comment about Danielle. “Ready, Danielle?” I smiled at her. She nodded, threw in a lifebelt and balanced gracefully for a moment on the side of the boat. Again I feasted my eyes on the beautiful curves of her still immature body, the smoothness of her hairless loins, the gentle curve of her vagina and the brown beauty spot next to it. She seemed quite unconcerned about it now, and I just thought to whip my head round to check that Kimberley was not about to make some obscene comment again. She probably was, but I caught her eye again. Danielle dived in gracefully, and the moment she hit the water I told Kimberley, “You keep quiet about Danielle, understand? Now and for ever.” She nodded guiltily and I dived in after Danielle. The others were tired now, but Danielle was swimming away quickly and strongly, and I swam after her, slowly catching her up on account of my age. She stopped and turned round, looking for me and smiling at me with sparkling eyes. She let me catch her and I grabbed her gently round the back, hugging her gently to me in the water and enjoying the soft smooth wetness of her body against mine. Then I broke away and she swam after me. She was such a good swimmer that I had to swim quite hard to keep ahead of her before I finally let her catch me, and we rolled over together in the water. After a few minutes we returned to the boat, and found all the others by now had climbed back inside. They were all still naked and were sunbathing or talking. Kimberley was leaning back in her seat, one knee up and the other leg spread wide to one side. She knew what she was doing all right. In that position her large vagina was gaping, the clitoris hanging down at the top, and the dark pink insides looked to be on the point of spilling out. I could see Scott staring at her, trying in vain not to appear obvious, with an awed expression on his face. One hand went down to his penis, the little thing standing up on end by now. I thought he looked just about ready to pump. Kimberley sensed his admiration, staring into the distance but with a self-satisfied smile on her face that showed she knew. Pretending casualness, she reached down with one hand and scratched her vagina at the side, pulling it even wider in the process. Then she fondled gently the loose skin just below it. Reluctant as I was to interrupt Scott’s education, I thought this was going too far. The other girls did not seem to notice, except for Shelley, who was looking at her with some distaste. A true naturist, Shelley cannot understand exhibitionism, and it disgusts her. I went quietly over to Kimberley and said, “Put your leg down. It looks rude when you sit that way.” “It’s not rude,” she contradicted me, but put her leg down all the same. “My dad likes it.” She giggled her dirty giggle. “When I do that, he looks inside and says he can see all the way up to my tits. Then he feels it and says, `Good, no babies in there’.” I felt disgusted. It seemed too unlikely that Kimberley had made this up. “The others don’t want to hear that rude talk,” I told her sharply. “When you come with us, you do things our way, which is sensibly, and you talk clean and you never say anything to hurt or annoy anybody else. You understand?” Kimberley nodded, looking very put out. “But it’s true!” she insisted. I turned my head away and ignored her. It was rather crowded in the boat when we were all inside, but there was quite a large `bonnet’, as Scott called it, thinking of a car. It was a flat raised part at the front, and I must confess I don’t know what it is called in nautical language. Seeing that his entertainment with Kimberley’s anatomy was over, he climbed up on to that to sunbathe. He lay on his tummy with his head near to Charlotte’s, his little round white bottom pointing up at the sun. I climbed up after him with the sun cream and began to rub in some more, which he enjoyed. Shelley came up as well and lay on her back, eyes shut, her sweet smooth vagina not far from my head. I could make out just a few hairs beginning to grow near the top, but they were still light in colour and the softest whisper of down. She still looked very beautiful, and I couldn’t help wondering if I would still feel the same way about her body, and Marina’s as well, in a year or two when their breasts grow larger and their loins hairier. Danielle came up to join us as well, smiling gently at me. She too lay down on her back, as if to expose to my view the glories of her naked body and her beauty spot. Not that she would ever have done it in an unseemly way like Kimberley. I handed her the sun cream. “Don’t let your skin get too brown, or you’ll lose all the beauty of it when you grow up,” I warned her. “I put some on this morning,” she told me. “I bet you didn’t put it on everywhere,” I smiled. She would not have been expecting certain areas of her body to see the sunlight at all. “Please put it on for me,” she whispered. “Where shall I put it?” I asked, as I always do, so as to avoid putting it on any private areas that the owner did not want to be invaded. But Danielle was quite happy as she told me, and I put it everywhere. I rubbed it over her chest, feeling gently those tiny nipples and the firm lumps underneath, and the soft smooth roundness of her bottom. “Between my legs,” she whispered, and I felt beneath my fingers the firmness of her mound, the tender lips of her vagina and the soft loose skin right at the bottom. I rubbed gently and tenderly, loving her, while she lay on her back. I rubbed gently over her beauty spot, slightly raised, slightly firmer than the rest of her smooth, soft skin. I handed the bottle round to the others, while Danielle returned to her seat. Scott insisted on doing Charlotte. She let him, although she still insisted herself on rubbing it between her legs. Then they passed it on to Kimberley. She looked at me. “Put cream on me,” she demanded. I looked coldly at her and turned away. “Roy, put cream on me,” she insisted. I ignored her. “Kimberley, you can’t expect anybody to do anything for you if you ask so rudely,” Marina informed her from the other side of the boat. “All right – Roy, *please* put cream on me, then,” Kimberley said, but it still sounded more a demand than a polite request. “No,” I replied. I stared at her. “I only put cream on girls I can trust. I can’t trust you after your behaviour so far today.” “I’ll be good,” she promised. “I’ll have to see it first,” I replied. “If I can trust you today, I’ll do it next time.” “I’ll put cream on you,” offered Scott hopefully. “Not you,” retorted Kimberley rudely. “I’ll do it myself then.” So she did. In the meantime Scott, next to her, was busy grinning and whispering something to Charlotte, unaware that Kimberley was able to hear. Charlotte stared at him in disbelief as he finished, eyes wide. “Scott, you didn’t!” she exclaimed. Kimberley, though, gave a hoot of rude laughter. “In a wine bottle!” she shrieked. “You got it stuck in a wine bottle! How could you be so stupid?” She laughed loudly. “Quiet!” hissed Scott, afraid that Marina would find out. “I wasn’t talking to you.” “You stuck . . .” Kimberley began, but I broke in with a loud “Hey!” “That’s enough, Kimberley,” I reproved her. “Keep out of other people’s conversations and stop being rude.” Kimberley pouted. When she had finished with the cream, she climbed up on top to lie next to me, though pretending to ignore me. Her large flabby vagina was only half a metre or so from my eyes, and there were some sticky lumps of cream that she hadn’t rubbed in properly. But I ignored it. I looked down at the others, still on the seats where there was much more room. Charlotte was leaning back talking to Scott. Marina was over on the far side, rubbing cream on to Galina, who was wearing her glasses again and lying on her back, that tiny little vagina almost tucked under her frail legs. Danielle was lying on her back on the other bench with her eyes shut, that beauty spot clearly visible just next to her lovely smooth vagina. She seemed quite unconcerned about anybody seeing it now, knowing I would protect her against Kimberley. We lay there quite a while, sunbathing and talking. But I was aware that in the distance, towards the shore, there had been another boat, lying still in the water for quite a long time. I suddenly noticed that this boat was now speeding towards us. (To be continued) SAILING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 5) “Look out, everybody, I think we have visitors,” I said, as I saw the strange motorboat speeding towards us. Everybody sat up and stared, some in alarm. Charlotte gave a little squeal of dismay and Kimberley gave her usual dirty-sounding giggle. “Better get dressed, everybody,” I said, suspecting that the visitors might have been watching us for some time and could be coming for a closer look at the naturists. I didn’t need to speak to half of them, though, as they were already grabbing for their clothes in some haste. “I don’t care,” grinned Kimberley with another giggle. “Do it, all the same,” I told her, slipping into my shorts. “If they’ve come to spy on us, they may not go away if any of us are still naked. Or they may cause trouble.” I was thinking more, though, of protecting the young girls who were doing it for the first time from further embarrassment. Kimberley groaned and put her dress on, but not her panties, I noticed, as did Shelley. Scott put on only his light blue underpants. The other girls were still struggling with their buttons and their zips when the boat began to slow down not far from us. It came to a stop about twenty metres away, behind our boat. There were three young men, aged about twenty, on board. With their black hair and dark eyes, they looked like local people. “Hello there!” one of them called out to us in the local language, but it seemed more a mocking than a friendly greeting. They stood facing us at the side of their boat, all wearing loose brightly coloured swimming costumes. Two of them had beer bottles in their hands. “Hello,” I called back in the same language, cautiously and a bit apprehensive, worried that there might be a problem with the girls in my charge. Most of them were looking rather frightened. The men laughed rather mockingly. “We’ve been watching you,” he teased us, holding up a pair of binoculars. We could all understand what he was saying, as we learn the local language at school and can speak it almost fluently. Some of the girls gasped and Charlotte looked at me, her face red. “He was watching us,” she repeated, shocked. “They won’t have seen you, because you were in the bottom of the boat,” I assured her. “They could only see those of us on top. And even with those binoculars, they couldn’t have seen us very clearly.” “Otherwise they wouldn’t have needed to come closer,” added Shelley. “Hey, do you mind if we join you?” one of the men called over to us, while the others laughed unpleasantly. “No, thanks, we’re just a private group,” I replied peacefully. “Oh, we don’t mind being naked too,” gloated the youth who had first spoken. “We do it like this.” As they put their hands to the tops of their costumes, I could guess what they were going to do. “Turn away, girls, if you don’t want to see,” I told them quickly. They all did, except for Shelley, who is never bothered by that sort of thing, and of course Kimberley. Scott too watched with fascination. Grinning rudely, the men pulled down their costumes and waggled their penises at us. Two of them were pretty unmemorable, but the first yob had a great deal to show for himself. He had an ugly great mass of black pubic hair, almost like a beard, and he pulled out a penis so thick that even from that distance we could see the veins sticking out on it. It had a massive purple head the size of a football stadium and a huge loose bag swinging loosely underneath where he kept his testicles. It was the sort of genitalia that made Harold look pretty. With a nasty grin on his face, he shook it at us. “Come on, what do you think of this?” he called out. That turned out to be a very stupid question because Kimberley told him. “Ooh!” she squealed in delight, and burst out into a bellow of dirty laughter. She roared with hilarity, pointing all the while at the apparition in the other boat. “Charlotte, turn round and look at this!” she laughed, in English. Charlotte wisely would not. “That’s just the biggest, ugliest chop I’ve ever seen. Oh, it’s so ugly, it’s so funny! It looks like a great big bloody hosepipe!” “It *is* a great big hosepipe,” giggled Scott. The others kept their backs to the display, looking most embarrassed, although Galina did have a quick look over her shoulder. She quickly turned back again, her face red. I didn’t know what to say, I felt so angry and disgusted by this filthy behaviour of those yobs. Most of the local people can speak English, so I’m sure they could understand what Kimberley was saying - if not, anybody could have guessed. The first thug in particular had probably enjoyed the admiration or horror of girls exposed to his weapon all his life, and this was perhaps the first time anybody had reacted differently. He was furious at being laughed at. He pulled his swimming costume back up, as did the other two, and shook his fist, shouting and swearing at us. Charlotte was really frightened. Unknown to me, she reached in her bag and pulled out her mobile phone to contact her father for help. The first yob revved up the engine to his boat and started it off towards us, at a good speed, very angry. I could hear the girls scream as they realised what he meant to do. He rammed us right in the back of the boat where the motor was. There was a splintering crash and we all went sprawling on the floor or over the benches. There was a loud scream from Charlotte, who had almost been thrown over the side. “My phone, my phone!” she wailed. Her father’s mobile phone had been flung out of her hand and overboard, where it had immediately sunk. The other boat roared past us, the yobs shouting and swearing at us as they went. We were heavily splashed by the spray. The boat roared off into the distance and I heaved a sigh of relief. I looked round at the others, most of whom were still on the floor. Scott had something else to think about. Kimberley was sprawling right in front of him, winded. Her dress was up at the back and her soft flabby white bottom was fully exposed. Fascinated, he stared at it, then, unable to resist temptation, reached out and put the palm of his hand on one of the cheeks. Kimberley was so stunned that she did not even seem to notice. She began to push herself upright dizzily, face red. Her bottom heaved up, the loose reddish skin under her crotch hanging down and her bulging mound and the folds of her vagina were quite visible from the back. Scott’s eyes almost popped out of his head and his penis out of his underpants. He clutched himself there, pulling at the cloth, and for a moment revealing the hard head of his little white penis. It was the novelty of his new way of life, I suppose. I found Kimberley most unattractive, and the great white display of flesh almost nauseating. The others were all looking shocked and sore. Marina and Shelley looked white and shaken but not badly hurt. Galina was groping round for her glasses, which were fortunately just in front of her and undamaged. Danielle was rubbing her arm and crying gently, while Charlotte was in floods of tears. “My phone!” she wailed. “My phone’s gone overboard!” “It wasn’t your fault,” I assured her gently, sitting down next to her and wrapping my arm round her. She buried her head in my shoulder, tears still pouring from her eyes. I held her tightly, pressing her body against mine and stroking her wet cheek gently with my hand. She felt incredibly soft and vulnerable. “The bloody swines,” spluttered Kimberley, rolling on to her bottom and staggering to her feet, by means of spreading her legs out and heaving herself up, giving a massive view of her genitals up her dress as she did so. This time I knew it was accidental. “I hope they go to hell.” “I don’t want to hear such bad language, Kimberley,” Marina told her quietly, just beating me to it. I would have been much more harsh, taking my anger at those yobs out on her, but I kept quiet. “It was your fault, Kimberley, for being so rude to them,” Shelley told her crossly. “Roy, my dad’s mobile phone,” sobbed Charlotte again, turning her tear-stained face up to me. “It’s gone! It fell out of my hand when they bumped the boat and went into the sea.” “Yes, I know - it wasn’t your fault,” I assured her. “Don’t worry.” She sat up and mopped her face with her damp skirt, unintentionally exposing her pretty cream panties underneath. Scott had been watching her with some embarrassment, not knowing what to do. He bravely made his mind up. “Sorry, Charlotte,” he said. He bent over and gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek. Charlotte stared up at him, and then a big watery smile broke through. “Thank you, Scott,” she sniffed. She wrapped her arms tightly round his neck and gave him a passionate kiss as well. Scott went bright red and grinned goofily. Shelley was comforting Danielle, who was wiping away her tears now, not too badly hurt. Marina said to me, “Roy, maybe you’d better try the engine. I hope it isn’t damaged.” I went over to have a look, rubbing Galina tenderly on the nape of her neck as I did so. When I saw it, my heart sank. There was a huge dent in the side of the motor, and it was bent badly to one side. The wood around it had also splintered very badly. I tried to start the motor, and it was just as I feared. I could not get even a sound out of it. I spent a good few minutes trying to start it and trying to knock it back into place, but it was all in vain. The others all stared in dismay. Charlotte started crying again, and so did her friends. “And my phone has gone, so we can’t phone for help,” she sobbed. “We’re stuck!” “Not quite,” I assured her. “We can send up some flares, and people will come and rescue us.” The men who had hired out the motorboat to us had shown me a small cupboard in the bow, under the seat, where such things as flares, the first-aid kit and other important things were stored, in case of an emergency. We went over to the cupboard, and Charlotte asked, “Where’s the key?” My heart sank. The key was not in the lock! I was convinced, though, that it had been there when we first set out that morning. I remembered that it had fitted rather loosely. “It must have fallen out when those idiots barged into us,” I said. “Look around, everybody, and see if you can find it.” This was not at all easy because the bottom of the boat was now in such a mess. It was very wet after the splash we had been given by the yobs and most of the bags we had brought with us had burst open and their contents scattered. There was also not enough room to search easily. We scrabbled around for a few minutes but could not find the key anywhere. Then suddenly Charlotte called out, her face contorted with fear, “They’re coming back! Look!” I looked up to see the other boat speeding back towards us across the water. I felt almost helpless. With the motor broken, we could not escape, and at the moment we could not even signal for help. I wish I had thought to warn the others not to be rude to them again, but I didn’t think of that at the time. I was too busy thinking about how I could defend them all by myself. Finally I grabbed the boathook and stood with it, clearly ready to use it should they try to get on board or come too close. The boat drew up about three metres from our bow. I stood there with the boathook so they would know I would resist strongly if necessary. They would only be able to come on board one at a time, and I would hit so hard that the first one to come would not get another chance. But if they were really determined, I was afraid for what would happen. “Are you having problems?” the first yob called out to us, grinning, in the local language. One of his friends was dangling a pair of binoculars from his hand, so I presumed they had been watching again what we had been doing. “Yes, you broke our motor,” I snapped back in reply. “You’re a load of shit!” shouted out Kimberley, in English. “And you’ve got the ugliest chop I ever saw.” She turned round, lifted her dress and stuck out her podgy bottom at them, giving them a loud raspberry with her tongue at the same time. This only brought some mocking hoots from them, but did not bother Kimberley. I warned her sharply to keep quiet and do nothing, but if she was responsible for the damage that followed, it was too late to alter that. “Well now, we didn’t mean to do you any real harm,” grinned the yob. “Let us help you.” “No, thanks,” I replied, not trusting them. “We’ll tow you back home again,” replied the yob, moving the boat closer, almost within touching distance. I stepped forward, ready to bring the boathook down on his skull with every ounce of strength I had should he try to get on board. Instead he reached down, pulled up a length of chain from the deck of his boat and put the end through the metal loop at the front of our boat. Since he had not tried to board our boat, I did not hit him, but I certainly did not trust him. He pulled the end of the chain and fixed it to his boat, so we were now chained firmly to it. He laughed, and so did his friends, as he started his engine. The chain pulled tight and his boat began to tow ours slowly behind it. Some of the younger ones were smiling, believing that the yobs really were going to help us. I did not believe it, sure they were mocking us, but there was nothing I could do now. “Look, we’ll get home our own way,” I shouted, but they probably didn’t hear me anyway, above the noise of the motor and the splashing of the water. The younger ones began to look alarmed now, catching my mood. We could all see now that we were heading away from the coast, not towards it. Our only hope, I thought, was to send off a flare quickly. “Keep looking for that key,” I urged them, and they all did. Try as we might, we could not find the key. Later on we were to find what had happened to it. It had become enfolded in Kimberley’s panties, which were lying in a heap in the corner, since she had still not put them on. I remember telling her to check them, not wanting to touch the things myself, and she had indeed picked them up, but somehow had not found the key there. That was to prove a serious mistake. It was a most frightening and unpleasant experience, being towed helplessly along by this bunch of thugs, who were no longer even pretending to help us. The spray from their boat was blowing in our faces all the time, and there was nothing I could do. We, and everything in the boat, were getting completely soaked. We had no idea where we were going or what would happen to us, and I could not make myself heard when I shouted to them. Charlotte was crying, and Scott was sitting there gravely next to her with his arm round her, although he was clearly very worried himself. Galina and Danielle were huddled up close together, and Marina and Shelley were trying to comfort them. We must have travelled like this for about twenty minutes, I think. I spent a lot of the time encouraging the others, but it was humiliating to be in a situation about which I could do nothing. After a few minutes we did see another boat not too far away. We stood up and all shouted for help, but the two older people in it, a man and his wife by the looks of it, just stared as us and did not respond. The coastline gradually disappeared behind us until I could see nothing but far-off blue hazy hilltops. Then, looking in front, I could see a small island some distance away. We seemed to be heading towards it. As we drew closer, I estimated it to be perhaps a third of a kilometre wide. There was no sign of any human habitation, just a large beach and fairly thick trees, bushes and rocks behind it. When the engine of the other boat slowed, I guessed that we might be left there – unless the yobs had any worse plans for us. The boats stopped about twenty metres from the beach. The first thug let go of one end of the chain and swiftly pulled the other end through the metal loop on our bow so we were now free of them. But we were still drifting slowly towards the other boat. I balanced myself on the bow with the boathook, ready to use it if necessary. The yobs in front laughed nastily, turned round, pulled down their costumes and stuck their ugly bottoms out at us, just as Kimberley had done to them. As they might have expected, she gave a hoot of rude laughter. “I can see their balls dangling down,” she announced, but this time had the sense to make sure they didn’t hear her. As we drifted closer, overcome by rage, I foolishly lashed out with the boathook, almost overbalancing, but catching the nearest yob on the bottom as I did so. He leapt forward with a roar of indignation, and I heard a rude hoot of laughter from Kimberley behind me. Within a moment the youth had grabbed their own boathook and was standing on the stern of their boat, red with fury and ready for a fight with boathooks. I was better balanced than he, though, as I had a much firmer place to stand. He lashed out with his boathook, missing me by a foot and staggering to keep his balance. I swung at his boathook rather than at the yob himself, hitting it hard. He lost his balance and fell over the side of his boat with his boathook, his costume still down over his bottom, although covering his penis at the front. As the boats bobbed closer together, I managed first of all to knock the boathook out of his reach, towards me, and then to push the stern of their boat so we drifted further apart again. I was able to reach down with my boathook, hook on to theirs and pull it back with us. It floated along the side of our boat, where Shelley reached down to pick it up. She stood with it, looking quite ready to use it too. The yob scrambled back on board, bare bottom and all, to Kimberley’s obvious delight. I stood on the bow and Shelley at the side, waving the boathooks threateningly. The thugs appeared ready to barge us again, but the first youth, who seemed to be the dominant yob, turned out to be a coward. He swore at us viciously, turned the boat round and they scooted away, soaking us once again with their spray. I was still seething with anger. Then I heard Danielle cry out, “Look! There’s somebody on the island!” I looked, and was just in time to see something small and beige in colour disappear into the bushes. It looked like a child’s shirt. I thought I also saw some other movement there, but could not see what. We all stared for a minute or two, but could see no other movement. Then Kimberley asked, “So what do we do now?” “Roy, are we stuck here?” asked Charlotte, her eyes filling with tears again. Scott squeezed her tightly. “Only until I can get those flares,” I said. “When we fire those off, we’ll have help soon enough.” “But we can’t find the key,” whispered Danielle, also crying. “If we really can’t find it, I can break the door down, but I don’t want to do that if I can help it,” I told her. “Those yobs have done enough damage to this boat without my doing any more, and the company might charge us for it.” This was the wrong thing to say, as Charlotte began crying again, and Scott squeezed her so tightly I thought he might make things worse. “Maybe we should get the boat on to the beach first,” suggested Shelley. “Trouble is, if those yobs come back again it will be easier for them to get at us if we’re on the beach than in a boat,” I said, staring after them. Their boat was in the distance now, still travelling, and I thought they had probably finished with us by now. “Let’s see how deep we are.” I slipped my shorts off and hopped over the side, and found I could almost stand. The water was not very deep here. “Keep looking for the key, everybody,” urged Marina, aware that we had not been able to search very well yet. Obediently the others scrabbled around, but nobody investigated Kimberley’s panties closely enough to discover the missing object. After a minute or two, Galina suddenly squealed and pointed towards the beach, only about twenty metres away. “There it is again,” she said. We all looked, and I could just see what again looked like a child’s beige shirt disappearing behind a rock. “Maybe there are people here who can help us,” said Shelley hopefully. I looked out to sea, and the boat had almost disappeared by now. “I’ll go and have a look,” I said. I let down the small anchor on the boat and hopped over the side again. Marina laughed gently and held out my shorts to me. “Best put these on,” she suggested. “It doesn’t look like whoever it is is a naturist!” I splashed into the shallows, holding my shorts out of the water, and then put them on when I reached the beach. I heard a splash behind me, and saw Shelley, wearing only her lovely white panties, following me in. I looked towards the rock, but could see nobody. Slowly we walked towards it. I called out gently, “Who’s there? We’re friends.” There was no reply, but when we reached the rock we could see the beige shirt behind a bush about five metres away. “Hello,” called Shelley. “We’re friends. Who are you?” There was no reply. Shelley began to circle round the bush, keeping at least five metres away, but before she had gone far the owner of the shirt stood up. It was a very dirty-looking little girl of about six or seven, who was also wearing yellow shorts. She had light brown hair, a lively expression and a sheepish grin on her pretty oval face. She looked at me and said, with an American accent, “I saw you without your shorts on.” “I don’t mind that,” I told her. “What’s your name?” “Maggie,” she answered. She turned to Shelley and asked, “Where are all your clothes?” Just at that moment there was some more rustling from a nearby bush and another girl stood up, a girl of about the same age as Marina and Shelley. She had pale gingerish hair, a snub nose and a cute freckly face. She was wearing a thin white shirt and those ugly-looking blue cut-off jeans that Americans often seem to wear. Evidently they were sisters, as she asked with the same American accent, “Where’s my dad?” “Your dad?” asked Shelley. “We haven’t seen your dad.” “Is your boat broken?” Maggie asked. When Shelley told her it was, she looked disappointed and said, “So is ours.” “Is there anybody else on the island?” I asked them, wondering where on earth they had come from. “Yes, our big sister,” answered Maggie. She looked deeper into the trees and called out, “Lana! Come!” “Who is it?” came an older girl’s voice from among the trees. I could just make out a head of golden hair among the bushes. These two girls may have been shy of us to start with, but now they had come out into the open. Their older sister, for some reason, clearly didn’t want us to see her at all. “They’re all right,” called out the light ginger girl, who we later learned was called Sarah. “Come and meet them.” “I’m not coming,” the voice replied. Maggie giggled. “Lana doesn’t want to come because of her clothes,” she explained, not very clearly. “Where are your parents?” I asked. “Aren’t your mum and dad here?” Sarah looked upset. “My dad’s gone off to get help,” she explained. “That was early this morning and he hasn’t come back.” She blinked back tears. “Do you know what’s happened to him?” I sat down under a tree and beckoned the two girls to come and join me. “Tell me all about what happened,” I urged them. The two American girls looked out to our boat, where there were six curious faces all watching. I didn’t call to them to join us yet in case the yobs decided to return, and also I didn’t want to overwhelm the American girls with strangers yet. “What happened to you?” Sarah asked us. I decided I would get a better story from them if I satisfied their curiosity first, so I told them quickly what had happened. Shelley sat next to me, and then the two American girls sat down. Maggie sat with her knees under her chin, watching me carefully with bright hazel eyes. Her shorts were loose at the bottom, and I noticed she was not wearing any panties, allowing me to see the crack of her bottom. There was a brown stain on the seat of her shorts, so I guessed she had had some diarrhoea since arriving on the island. Her older sister Sarah’s cut-off jeans were tight and showed nothing, although later I noticed, when she turned round and bent over, the white top of her panties was just visible down the back. Her white shirt was thin, and it was very easy to see her bra through it at the back. Although she was about the same age as Marina and Shelley, she was more developed than either of them, her breasts clearly pushing her shirt out in front of her. The sleeves of her shirt were loose, and as she moved her arms it was often possible to get a glimpse of her white bra under her armpits and even round the front. I was halfway through our story when I realised that the oldest sister, Lana, was just behind me, listening from behind a bush. Shelley, to one side of me, looked up at her and smiled, but I ignored her for the time being, thinking it better that way as she had been so shy before, for whatever reason. “Those yobs were so horrible,” said Maggie when I had finished, using my word for them. “But if they come back we can all beat them and take their boat and get away.” “But what about Dad?” came Lana’s plaintive voice from just behind me, in a gentle American twang. “We don’t know what’s happened to him.” “What did happen to you all?” I asked them. (To be continued) ___________________________________________________________ BT Yahoo! Broadband - Free modem offer, sign up online today and save £80 http://btyahoo.yahoo.co.uk