Advances at the Retreat

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1.

You could say that this was the year my cousin Bonnie made a man of me! Now before you all start worrying about what kind of story this is going to be, let me say straight away that I am being deliberately provocative. Bonnie certainly isn�t my first cousin. In fact she is more of a cousin of a cousin. It�s possible that we don�t have a single ancestor in common, although in this part of the world it isn�t easy to be certain about these things.

I grew up in an isolated farming area in Southland, New Zealand. The valley we live in was first settled by Scottish immigrants in the middle of the nineteenth century and has been farmed by the same families for generations. While some have moved away from the area, a large proportion have intermarried and settled down in the same area. They work hard during the week and turn out en masse at the Presbyterian Church each Sunday. Our small primary school provided a family atmosphere in more ways than one. Everyone seemed related to everyone else by some sort of family connection. Then when I went to secondary school, it was the exciting step of spending each week in Invercargill as a boarder at Southland Boys� High School. As a taste of city life it was very tame as we were well supervised and controlled. When I finished school at the end of last year, I have to admit I was pretty na�ve.

I�m not likely to ever be called intelligent, but at least I�m not so na�ve anymore. I can now say I have packed a huge amount of life experience into this year, and I have Bonnie to thank for that. As the third son in my family, I am well down the queue for taking over the family farm. Therefore I set my sights on learning a trade and I enrolled in the Certificate of Joinery course at SIT (Southern Institute of Technology). My parents took care to try to find me suitable accommodation in Invercargill, and managed to persuade my �cousin� Bonnie to take me on as a boarder. At 22-years-old, Bonnie is four years older than me, and is highly thought of in our little community. She owns (with a mortgage of course) her own three bedroom house, and works full-time as the assistant manager of her local women�s centre.

A few days before my course began; both my parents drove me down to Invercargill (how embarrassing!) to help move me into Bonnie�s spare bedroom. They found Bonnie to be everything they had hoped her to be. Her house was nicely decorated and Bonnie herself was modestly dressed. She answered my parents� questions about her work politely, discussing the various classes and groups that the women�s centre offered, particularly the support they provided to young female students who were trying to cope with being away from home for the first time. My parents stayed for dinner before heading home full of confidence that I was in a good environment.

After my parents left, I spent some time in my bedroom organising my cupboards and drawers. Then there was a knock on my bedroom door and Bonnie came in. �Come on Scott,� she said. �Let�s go out and celebrate your first day of freedom.� The Bonnie that walked into my room was a different person to the Bonnie that met with my parents. She had changed into a short skirt and a skimpy top, and she had let down her long black hair. To be honest, she looked hot!

In my naivety, I assumed we were going out for a coffee, but she quickly made it clear that she had alcohol on her agenda. �I would have offered you a beer here at home, but I had to hide my beer from your parents so I�m afraid it�s all warm now. Luckily there are a few good pubs within walking distance.� I liked the sound of that!

Bonnie wasn�t too far off the mark when she had described her job to my parents. The centre that she worked in did provide a lot of great opportunities for young women. Bonnie herself ran self-defence classes and yoga classes, and facilitated some special interest discussion groups. The bit that my parents didn�t find out about was the party atmosphere connected to the centre. Bonnie was a party girl at the heart of a thriving party scene.

I wouldn�t say that I was lacking in my own social life. I frequently hit the pubs with the other guys in my joinery course. However, I have to say that I was very appreciative of the times when Bonnie included me in her social life. She would invite me out with �the girls� sometimes when I didn�t have any other offers, and groups of young women would descend on our house for parties. After my sheltered childhood in the country and in a boys� boarding school, having the company of young women was a new and welcome experience.

2.

Not surprisingly, I quickly developed a crush, and the object of this crush was Bonnie herself. She is such a fun and lively person. My crush was also intensified by her sexiness, including the casual way she would walk around sometimes in her underwear or only a towel. I couldn�t work out if she was into me, or whether she saw me like a brother. I examined every word, every movement, trying to work out if I had a chance with her. It tortured me.

Within a few weeks I had my answer, although I�m ashamed to say that it took me far too long to work it out. You see, sometimes Bonnie would have a female friend staying overnight. I would get up in the morning to discover some young woman having breakfast or hogging the bathroom. As I say, I was a bit clueless. There was no bed in the third bedroom, which was set up as an office. So one day I asked Bonnie why she didn�t put a bed into the office so that her friends wouldn�t have to share with her.

Bonnie laughed and shook her head in disbelief. �Scott, Scott, Scott,� she said. �If my girlfriends stayed in the spare room, there wouldn�t be much point in them staying here.� Still the penny didn�t drop until Bonnie finally used the word lesbian to explain her situation. I was gobsmacked. The possibility had never crossed my mind. All at once my hopes of winning her went out the window, to be replaced by a fevered curiosity that I was unable to articulate, but which would occupy my mind for some time afterwards.

People talk about �gaydar�, or the ability to tell who is gay and who is straight. I quickly discovered that my gaydar is hopeless. The majority of the young women in Bonnie�s social scene were straight, but I could never tell which were which. Bonnie had nine different girlfriends during the course of that year, and it always surprised me when they were there in the morning. The boys at high school had told me that lesbians had short hair, big earrings, and wore butch clothes and boots, but I soon learned that this was untrue. The girls Bonnie hooked up with were usually quite cute. Each new girlfriend not only confirmed that Bonnie was doing very well for herself, but I also knew that there was one less girl available for the boys to compete for.

Once I got over my crush on Bonnie I had plenty of other crushes during the year, but nothing ever came of them. Sometimes after yearning for someone, I simply transferred my yearning to someone new. Sometimes the woman I was interested in started seeing someone else. However, the low point of my year occurred when I had the hots for Stacey, a cute blonde nursing student. I had spent several evenings in her company as part of a larger group, and I was working up the courage to ask her out. Then one morning I found her having breakfast in our kitchen wearing one of my t-shirts and possibly nothing else. She greeted me with a blush and a coy smile, apologising for causing us to be a bit low on milk, and saying that she hoped she wasn�t in my way.

In a way, Stacey�s sweetness made that morning more difficult to cope with. In the past it seemed that spending a night with Bonnie made people appear high on life. Bonnie�s girlfriends were usually chatty in the morning, but Stacey seemed at a loss to know what to say. My own ability to talk to girls was pretty hopeless in the mornings (unless I was still drunk from the night before), so our conversation ground to a halt before Bonnie breezed in and brought the room back to life.

That morning was about six weeks ago. After another four weeks, Bonnie and Stacey were still seeing each other, but she didn�t stay over very often. Everyone�s social lives had ground to a halt as those of us who were students faced our end of year assessments, and Stacey in particular had to study a great deal. It was about this time that my parents demanded to know what my plans were after my course finished. They were unwilling to support me financially if I wasn�t doing anything productive, so I was told that if I was unable to find work and support myself, I was expected to go home to the farm. I discussed the situation with Bonnie, and within a few days she came back to me with the employment offer to end all employment offers!

Bonnie was only able to offer me a few days of employment, but she assured me that I would be paid so handsomely that it would pay my board for several weeks. During the week following the end of the academic year Bonnie was running a women�s retreat in a cabin on the shore of Lake Wakatipu, and she was looking for a male staff member. She talked a bit about the philosophy of the retreat, something about creating a unique emotional environment and healing emotional scars or something like that. Most of that kind of stuff goes over my head, so to be honest I didn�t pay all that much attention.

She had run this retreat twice before, and had previously used an ex-boyfriend to help out (yes, she had boyfriends in her past as well), but their relationship had become strained and she had welcomed the opportunity to use someone new. My duties would include plenty of manual work and hosting duties, and �plenty of other stuff that I�m sure you will love!� Her cheeky grin told me I was in for something special. I was as nervous as hell, but there was no way I was going to decline her offer.

The retreat was barely mentioned again until the evening following my last course assessment. Bonnie cooked dinner at home, and we were joined by Stacey. This was when I learned that Stacey had also been recruited as the other member of Bonnie�s �staff.� Again, Bonnie didn�t specify the full extent of our duties. However, she very carefully asked if we were �up for anything.� I was. Stacey looked a little more doubtful, but she still agreed to take part.

3.

Two days later Stacey and I were driving to Lake Wakatipu in a large 4WD that belonged to Bonnie�s parents. It was packed with boxes and bags that we picked up from the women�s centre. The cabin we were making for had a rough vehicle access track. Our first job was to get everything set up and cook an evening meal by the time Bonnie and the retreat participants arrived by water taxi from Queenstown.

As we drove, Stacey and I shared our stories with each other. Her story was very sad. Her first boyfriend in high school had pretty much coerced her into having sex with him, and then had dumped her less than a week later. Things had seemed to be going slightly better with her second boyfriend until she became pregnant. The boyfriend had freaked out and basically refused to admit it was his. He accused her of cheating on him, and suddenly she was known throughout the school as the pregnant slut. Her parents couldn�t cope with the situation and had sent her off to live with her aunt. Stacey didn�t believe in abortion, but in the end that was irrelevant as she miscarried at six weeks. With her aunt�s support she finished high school and started her nursing training.

When Stacey and I arrived at the cabin, we were initially convinced we were at the wrong place. The cabin was extremely basic. It consisted of just one large room, with a long-drop toilet a short walk away through the trees. However, the keys Bonnie had given us fitted all the locks, so we figured we couldn�t have made a mistake. We were astonished because we knew that the retreat participants had paid a lot of money to come, but for what? There was no electricity. The cabin contained six two-tier bunk beds, all pushed together at one end of the room to make what appeared to be one huge double-decker bed. There was a kitchen bench and a sink with cold running water. There was another sink near the door with a mirror above it � apparently the bathroom. There was a large table with long bench seats on either side. There was a small pot-bellied stove in the �kitchen� and that was all. The retreat participants certainly weren�t paying for luxuries. So what were they paying for?

As we unpacked the car, we found the expected piles of food, gas cookers, pots and pans, and other supplies. But we also found a few nice touches. There was a bag containing twelve floral pink single fitted sheets, and several bags containing large duvets which we draped across the bunks. There were two fluorescent lights with instructions for hooking them up to the car battery. There were boxes of red wine. There were even a couple of carefully wrapped crystal vases which Stacey filled with wild flowers and placed on the table.

Stacey and I worked hard to get everything ready in time. Dinner was almost ready by the time the water taxi pulled up to the old jetty on the lake shore. I walked down to meet the group and made several trips back and forth carrying their personal bags into the cabin. Bonnie had arrived with six women, all aged from about 18 to nearly 30. They all looked very surprised to see me, having presumed that the retreat would be an all-women affair. Bonnie made quick introductions, and promised a time of getting to know one other later in the evening. The group was all very hungry and keen to eat.

Stacey and I finished preparing and serving the dinner, and then we sat together at one end of the long table. Bonnie was the centre of a large lively discussion at the other end of the table. Stacey and I talked quietly with Jessica, a 22-year-old secretary in an accountant�s office, and Olivia, an 18-year-old who had just spent her first year out of school working in Australia. Jessica had long red hair that was still dishevelled by the boat ride. She was wearing a light blue short summer dress over long black tights. Olivia had short bleached blonde hair and had a number of facial piercings. She was wearing jeans cut off at the knees and a plain green t-shirt.

4.

After dinner, the group remained sitting at the table drinking wine. Bonnie called for everyone�s attention, and began a session of getting to know each other. She started the group off by having us simply introducing ourselves. A number of the group already knew each other, or had gotten to know each other on their journey to the cabin, but Bonnie was the only person who knew everybody else.

The woman to Bonnie�s immediate left was Ruth, a 19-year-old who had just finished a hairdressing course. She was short and painfully thin, and her short brown hair showed the scars of rampant hairdressing. It was cut in an �out there� style, and it had numerous coloured streaks. Next to her was Kiri, who had just completed a Certificate in Travel and was going back next year to do the Diploma in Tourism Management. She was a slender Maori woman with long dark hair pulled back in a simple ponytail.

It was Jessica�s turn to introduce herself, followed in turn by me, Stacey, and then Olivia. The next person to speak was Debbie. At nearly 29, she was the oldest in the group, and the only mother. She was a solo mother with a six-year-old son who was spending the week with her parents. She had very beautiful long blonde hair, but her face had a tired and prematurely aged look about it. Finally there was Susan, a 25-year-old assistant manager of a clothing shop. Many aspects of her look competed for attention. Her breasts were large and barely restrained by the singlet top she was wearing. She had long perfectly straight black hair, and she was the only one in the group who appeared to be wearing make-up.

After this initial round of introductions, Bonnie stepped things up by asking us to share more personally about ourselves. She set the scene by talking about losing her virginity to a guy from her home town. She didn�t name him, but I recognised his description as one of my parents� neighbours. She talked about a string of boyfriends, then facing up to the fact that she was far more attracted to women. She then talked a bit about her lesbian lifestyle, and the sense of fun and freedom she had been experiencing in recent years.

Once Bonnie had finished sharing, Ruth, Kiri and Jessica then shared their stories. The stories they told were far more like the story Stacey told me during our drive that day. All three had their share of past relationship woes. They had some nice things to say about a few of the men they had known, but they had more stories to tell about some real bastards. Kiri spoke of having been in a violent relationship a year ago. Ruth spoke of being constantly criticised and having struggled at times with anorexia.

After Jessica finished sharing, I wondered whether or not I would be expected to share. It appeared likely that I was the only virgin there, and I felt so ridiculous and out of place. With a few words of encouragement, Bonnie asked me to be as honest and open as the others had been. So I was. I spoke about my sheltered life at home and at boarding school. I talked about my year at Bonnie�s, including having a crush on her and being so slow to realise that she was gay. This brought a few kind-hearted laughs. I talked about developing crushes and not acting on them, but I was too shy to mention the crush I had had on Stacey.

Stacey shared with the group the same story she had shared with me earlier. This time she added for the benefit of the group that she had started to experiment with being a lesbian and was currently in a relationship with Bonnie. I hadn�t expected her to refer to her recent sexual preference as an experiment, and I tried to gauge Bonnie�s reaction, but I couldn�t read her expression.

Debbie continued on in a similar vein to the other women. She spoke positively about being a mother, but had nothing nice to say about her son�s father.

The last to share was Susan. Her story was very different to the other women who had shared before her, and was surprisingly similar to my own. She talked about a strict upbringing in a loving but conservative family. Since leaving home she had dated a few times but had never become intimate with anyone. She had battled for many years with her attraction for women, and had eventually come to a degree of acceptance of her sexuality. Like me she had harboured crushes for a number of women (including Bonnie), but had never acted on these attractions. Susan was trembling as she spoke, and I suspected that her story might have taken the most courage to share.

Bonnie wrapped up the discussion by announcing that there would be an early start the following morning, and suggesting that we all get ready for bed. Bonnie anticipated how this might be achieved by banishing me from the cabin. I wandered down to sit on the jetty and watched as each of the eight women made the visit to the outside toilet shed. The cabin grew quieter, and eventually a wolf whistle signalled the all clear. As I entered the cabin I counted six bodies on a mattress each on the lower tier, with Bonnie and Stacey lying next to each other at one end of the upper tier. After I turned off the light I made my way to the ladder furthest from where Bonnie and Stacey were lying. I stripped down to my underwear in the total darkness and went to sleep.

5.

Stacey woke me the following morning with a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. I opened my eyes and immediately noticed she was wearing a bright pink singlet crop top with the logo of the women�s centre printed on the front. On her lower half she was wearing tight black bike pants which were barely longer than hot pants. Behind her, Bonnie was wearing the same thing. I know that a huge grin came over my face and I said something like �yeah baby!�

�I wouldn�t smile too soon if I were you,� Stacey said with a smirk. �According to Bonnie, all the staff are required to wear this today.� With that, Stacey dropped identical clothing items onto my chest. �I should mention,� she went on �that you are required to wear ONLY the uniform. No cheating � we will definitely be able to tell.� I looked carefully at Stacey and Bonnie again. Their nipples were obvious through the thin fabric of their tops, and there was absolutely no sign that either of them was wearing underwear. I know from doing laundry at home that Bonnie had a B cup size, and I estimated that Stacey�s were similar. Their breasts showed no sign of succumbing to gravity.

I had woken up with a morning erection, and the sights that greeted my eyes did nothing to change that situation. Fortunately I was well covered by my duvet. Now I was in the predicament of putting on clothes which would do little to conceal me. Stacey and Bonnie made this slightly easier by climbing down the ladder, leaving me alone on the top bunk to get dressed underneath the cover of my duvet. Both the shorts and the top were snug to say the least, and I waited for some time hoping that my erection would go down. I eventually went down to half mast, but showed no signs of going down any further. Feeling extremely self-conscious, and feeling like I was being examined by eight pairs of eyes, I climbed out of bed.

Bonnie sent me out on the somewhat futile tasks of collecting firewood, which appeared to be nothing more than an excuse to get me out of the cabin while the girls were getting up. Eventually they all appeared outside fully dressed, and I was sent inside to help Stacey prepare breakfast while Bonnie led the group in tai chi.

I remained self-conscious whenever I was standing up, and I was grateful when I was finally able to sit down for breakfast. There was obviously no particular uniform for the paying customers, although they had all dressed similarly for the hot day in shorts and cool tops. There was enough evidence of bra straps and panty lines to show that there had been no underwear ban for them. Susan�s large breasts in particular seemed encased in a heavy-duty bra that looked like armour.

While Stacey and I cleaned up after breakfast, Bonnie took the women back outside for some sort of discussion session or poetry reading or something like that. When Stacey and I finished working, we had some time to sit and chat for a while. The subject soon came round to Bonnie, and I commented that she and Bonnie seemed happy together.

�Yeah,� she replied. �Bonnie�s awesome.�

�Do you see this relationship lasting the distance?� I asked.

She sat silently for a moment. �No,� she responded. �I can�t see Bonnie being in a relationship with anyone for very long.�

We lapsed into silence following that sobering observation. I couldn�t think of any suitable response, and I was somewhat relieved when Bonnie summoned us for her next session.

The next item on the agenda was self-defence, and Stacey and I were to play the aggressors. In preparation for this, Bonnie embarrassed me by producing a cricket cup. I presume it is called by different names in other countries, but simply put it is a groin protector. I shyly turned my back on the group and inserted it down the front of my shorts, making a bulge of enormous proportions. When I turned back to face the group, there was a loud response of cheers and whistles. I�m sure my face turned completely red.

Bonnie started the session by asking Stacey to attack her from behind, which resulted in a flurry of movement ending with Stacey flat on her face on the ground and Bonnie sitting on top of her. Bonnie continued to talk to the group, but I�m sure nobody missed her stroking Stacey�s bottom as she sat on top of her.

Shortly afterwards I was put to work in my role as a punching bag. Countless times I was wrestled with and thrown to the ground. I was feeling pain all over my body. What�s more, the women seemed to be following Bonnie�s example of copping a feel. Fingers lingered on my arms, chest, legs and bum. Occasionally I looked over at Stacey and saw her looking as battered as I was. She didn�t seem to be subjected to the same groping as I was until I spotted her being taken down by Susan. Susan�s hands were all over her upper legs and bum, right in front of Bonnie, who just looked on with a benevolent smile on her face. My erection was back at full mast. At first the protector concealed it, but then I noticed that my penis was pushing the protector out from my body, making the bulge more obvious than ever.

Finally the self-defence session came to an end, and Stacey and I were given over an hour to ourselves as Bonnie took the group inside for another talking session. Stacey and I staggered down to the lake and just kept on walking into the cold water until our aching bodies started to feel numb. Then we lay in silence on the jetty basking in the sun. Instinctively I took the opportunity to check out Stacey�s body in her skimpy wet clothing. Her top clung to her chest and her nipples, frozen by the cold lake waters, seemed to stick out forever. I felt my own chest and discovered my own nipples were equally erect. My penis, however, was still in shock from the cold water and felt like it had shrivelled away. I surreptitiously slipped the cup out of my shorts before I started snoozing in the sun.

Bonnie sent Ruth down to wake us up at lunchtime. Thankfully it was an easy lunch which the group prepared itself. Everyone was in a good mood, and there was a fair amount of good natured chatter and banter as we ate. Sometimes the women made references to looking forward to the rest of the day�s activities, which made me suspect that they knew more about the plan than I did.

For the first chunk of the afternoon Stacey and I had vegetables to prepare for the evening meal. During this time Bonnie took the group down to sit and talk on the jetty. At one stage when I was heading in the direction of the toilet I peered down towards where they were and I was astonished that they all appeared to have taken off their tops and were sitting with their bras on display. As I stopped and looked again I could just make out Bonnie, and it was obvious that her bright pink top was no longer being worn. She was topless. I was too far away to see any details, but close enough to know that I had been observed, so there was no chance of sneaking any closer.

When I went back inside I told Stacey about what I had seen. She nodded knowingly and told me that it was likely to have been one of Bonnie�s body image acceptance groups. �She starts them off gently,� Stacey explains, �then she gradually pushes them further and further.� I wondered how far things might go.

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6.

When we gathered together again, all the women were dressed as they had been before lunch. When Bonnie announced that the next activity was the �rabbit hunt�, I seemed to be the only person who was ignorant of what that was. Bonnie took a small bag out of her suitcase and explained what I was required to do. I was to be the rabbit, and at this she produced some bunny ears and placed them on my head. There was a belt which went around my waist with one red and four white fluffy tails attached. The final items of my rabbit uniform were weights which were attached to my wrists and ankles. My job was to race as fast as I could to the top of the nearby hill. After a short head start, the six women would start chasing me. Whoever succeeded in grabbing the red tail would get a reward. Anyone who didn�t get a tail would get a punishment. With one red tail and only four white tails, it was clear that at least one person would be punished.

I set off when Bonnie told me to, but it was hard to go fast in the heat of the afternoon with the battering my body had taken that morning and the extra weights I was carrying. I guess Bonnie took this into her calculations as it seemed like ages before I heard the sounds of my pursuers. Kiri was the first to catch me. She yelled in triumph as she grabbed the red tail from my belt. I dug deeper as I heard a large group following Kiri, and I didn�t pay attention to whose hands were grabbing at me as I covered the remaining ground to the hilltop. Once I reached my goal, I still had one tail left attached, and I turned to see Jessica and Susan running up to me empty-handed. Both would be punished.

We headed back to the jetty as a group, and Bonnie and Stacey met us there with cool drinks. Bonnie was then quick to announce the punishments from the rabbit hunt. �I�m horrified to see we have two losers,� she said with mock severity. �Your punishment is to jump off the jetty naked,�

Bonnie�s pronouncement was greeted with nervous giggles from Jessica and Susan, and loud cheers from the other girls. I knew instinctively that they would not defy Bonnie, and I was not disappointed. They walked out to the end of the jetty and stood facing the lake. They pulled off their tops and started taking off their bras. Jessica simply pulled her bra off over her head, pushed her pants and knickers down, and jumped straight in. Susan struggled a bit with the clasp of her heavy-duty bra before she was finally able to strip completely and join Jessica in the lake. The valley seemed to echo with their screams as they hit the cold water.

The shocking coldness of the lake after the heat of their run up the hill prevented them from wanting to stay and hide in the water. Jessica climbed up the ladder first. She made some attempts to cover herself, but the need to hold the ladder and keep her balance meant that I got glimpses of her breasts and her pubic hair, which was a slightly darker auburn than the hair on her head. Once she was on the jetty she stood with her back to us and started trying to pull her clothes onto her wet body. It was clear that she spent a lot of time in shorts, as her lower legs were well tanned while her upper thighs and bottom were starkly white in contrast. She pulled her white panties on, and the material clung to her wet bottom and became partly transparent. She pulled her shorts on next, followed by her bra and blouse, before turning to face us with a broad smile.

While Jessica had been dressing, Susan was climbing up the ladder. She tried a bit too hard to cover herself with her arms and ended up falling backwards into the lake, to laughs and cheers from her audience. When she climbed up the ladder a second time she took greater care to hold on to the ladder and made no attempt to conceal her breasts. Like Jessica she quickly faced away from us, giving us ample views of her backside. Her hips were wider than Jessica�s and her bottom was rounder, but the general impression was certainly just as arousing.

Once Jessica and Susan had re-joined the rest of us, Bonnie led us back inside the cabin. While the rest of the women had been chasing me up the hill, Bonnie and Stacey had prepared the cabin for Kiri�s reward. One of the mattresses had been taken from the bunks and placed in the middle of the floor. Bonnie stood beside it and announced that Kiri�s reward would be a massage provided by the staff member of Kiri�s choice. Kiri chose me.

In many ways I was very pleased to be selected by Kiri to provide her massage. It may have been that she was uncomfortable being massaged by a woman, particularly women in a lesbian relationship, but also I felt it was a vote of confidence in me. On the first evening Kiri had told us about her sorry history of abusive men. Hopefully she saw me as different.

In other ways I was not so pleased to be providing a massage at this point in time. I had become very aroused watching the two women skinny dipping in the lake. I had been careful to try to remain unnoticed at the back of the group since then, but walking behind Susan and Jessica had focused my attention on their wet bottoms wiggling with discomfort in their wet clothes, and I was still fully erect. The flimsy material of the tight shorts I had been made to wear did nothing to conceal my arousal when I stepped to the front of the group. It felt like everyone�s eyes were fixed on my package.

Kiri lay face down on the mattress. She was wearing a light blue blouse and khaki pants that reached past her knees. Bonnie gently chided her. �Come on Kiri. If you are going to have a decent massage, she should at least be prepared to strip down to your underwear.�

Kiri looked sharply at me. While my shorts would have told her I was horny, I assume my face would have shown uncertainty and self-consciousness, and this probably seemed safe enough in her eyes. After some hesitation she unfastened her pants and took them off. Once she had unbuttoned her shirt I was able to see that she was wearing a matching bra and panties set which were burgundy in colour and looked gorgeous against her dark skin.

The rest of the group dispersed around the room, sitting down at the table or sitting on beds to watch in comfort. Bonnie however stayed close by. She produced a bottle of massage oil, and in a soft voice provided me with guidance and coaching as I tentatively began stroking my hands over Kiri�s skin. She was initially tense, but after a short time she began to relax and even started to moan softly. By this stage I had abandoned hope of my erection going away. Although I was still uncomfortable with being so much on display, there seemed no point in trying to distract myself from the flesh around me, so I just allowed myself to appreciate the moment.

I was massaging Kiri�s back on either side of her bra strap. With a soft, almost hypnotic voice, Bonnie asked Kiri �Is it ok if Scott undoes your bra?� Kiri�s response was little more than a moan, but Bonnie was obviously happy that she had consented because she gave me a clear nod. I undid the clasp and allowed the bra straps to fall to the mattress on either side of Kiri�s chest. I resumed my back massage without obstruction.

After a while Bonnie told me to direct my attention to Kiri�s feet, then her calves, then her thighs. She was slowly directing me higher and higher up Kiri�s legs until my hands were just short of her panties. Then Bonnie reached down and pulled the material of Kiri�s panties up and bunched them into her butt crack like a thong, giving me a clear view of her buttocks. Kiri made no protest, so I took my cue and allowed my hands to stroke higher and higher over her buttocks. Kiri�s moan grew louder and more frequent.

In the same hypnotic voice Bonnie had used earlier, she asked Kiri if it was ok for me to remove her panties. Kiri responded by raising her hips off the mattress, and I required no prompting to begin pulling her panties down and off. I resumed my massage, making it up as I went along. I moved my hands at times up to her shoulders or down to her feet, but I always got drawn back to those buttocks. Kiri�s inhibitions seemed to be melting away. Her arms, which had been drawn in at her sides covering the side of her boobs, were stretched out above her head. Her legs, which had been primly pulled together, were now drifting further apart.

Bonnie had been silent for a while, but she then became more directive again. In a calm and reassuring tone she told me to start stroking down into the valley between Kiri�s upper thighs, which I began to do. Kiri spread her legs further apart, and soon my hand was in contact with pubic hair for the first time in my life. Kiri kept moaning and Bonnie kept instructing me softly, giving me an anatomy lesson as my hand continued to explore between Kiri�s legs. Under Bonnie�s instructions I negotiated my fingers to the entrance of Kiri�s pussy and slipped a finger inside. My probing found what seemed like a small pool of warm moisture just inside her labia. Bonnie verbally guided my fingers to Kiri�s clit. Kiri accommodated my hand by spreading her legs further and lifting her hips slightly. She became more vocal herself, giving short breathless instructions to guide my speed and finger pressure, until her body began to quiver and shake. Her whole body became tense, and then it relaxed. She sank down into the mattress and quickly rolled onto her side to break the contact between my fingers and her sensitive pussy.

I was in a state of hyper-awareness about the circumstances. I had just fingered a woman to orgasm surrounded by an audience. My cock was straining against the material of my shorts and I didn�t dare to touch it. Kiri was now lying on her back, making no attempt to cover her breasts or the pussy that I had just finished stroking. Her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy smile on her face. No one spoke a word until Kiri herself eventually opened her eyes and looked around at everyone. In a somewhat dazed voice she said �No way. There is no way that I just let that happen to me.� There was no way of denying it, so no one bothered to say anything to contradict her. It was like a spell had settled over the room. Kiri sat up and looked around the room again. She seemed to be so deep in her own thoughts that it was like we weren�t there. Standing up, she simply picked up her discarded clothes in a distracted fashion and drifted out of the cabin, heading naked down the trail in the direction of the toilet.

7.

Once Kiri was out of the room, a change came over the remaining women. They started clapping. I stood up, but I was unable to look anyone in the face. Looking down, I saw my erection clearly displayed by the shorts I was wearing. My hands instinctively moved to shield it from everyone�s gaze. I had no idea of what to do, so I muttered something about needed to take a piss. Stepping outside the cabin, I set off into the trees in the opposite direction from the long drop toilet, which I figured wasn�t suspicious when you�re a guy.

As soon as I figured I was out of sight in the trees, I pulled out my cock and started playing with myself. Then suddenly I heard footsteps behind me and I knew that someone had followed me. I was busted. I hastily pulled my pants back up and turned around, feeling thoroughly ashamed. Bonnie was standing a few metres away. I was expecting to be teased, but I was wrong.

�I thought that�s what you would be doing,� she said. �I don�t blame you. You aren�t made of stone. Scott, I just wanted to thank you for being so wonderful here. I probably shouldn�t tell you this, but I think Kiri had a real breakthrough today. That was probably the first time in her life that a man paid any attention to her sexual needs without putting his own needs first. I was really proud of you, and I wanted to thank you the best way I could.�

In an action that I have subsequently played over and over again in my mind, Bonnie dropped to her knees in front of me. She gently tugged down my pants and took my penis into her mouth. I had no previous experience with which to compare it, but there was no mistaking that it felt sensational. As I looked down on her head from above and felt the amazing sensation in my cock, I knew it would not take me long to come.

Most of my knowledge of sex comes from the internet, and there were conflicting stories about what might happen when I climaxed, but I was sure it would be rude to give Bonnie no warning of my climax. When I told her I was close, however, it made no difference to her actions. My pent up tension from the day resulted in a powerful explosion, but Bonnie showed no reluctance to take my come in her mouth and swallow. She seemed determined to give me the full service, which included licking me clean and gently placing my cock back inside my pants. Then she stood up and hugged me.

�It was so sweet when you told everyone last night about having had a crush on me, but I just want to be careful to explain what just happened. That was just a thank you and nothing more, ok? Believe me, that was pretty much the most gratitude a man is ever likely to get from me.� That was fine with me.

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8.

Bonnie slipped an arm round my waist and we walked together back towards the cabin. As we neared the door we saw Kiri heading towards us, fully dressed with a shy smile on her face. While there was no denying she seemed a little awkward, she gave both me and Bonnie a warm hug and a simple word of thanks before heading inside.

Stacey was quiet during dinner, and said very little afterwards as she and I cleaned up while Bonnie took the rest of the group out for a walk to a lookout over the lake. Finally she asked me the question on her mind.

�What happened with Bonnie and you out in the forest?� I didn�t know what to say, and my silence obviously didn�t make things any better. Stacey asked again, this time with a slightly harder tone in her voice. �What was it? A hand job? A blowjob? Sex?�

�A blowjob,� I replied. �Look, Stacey, I�m really really sorry.�

She stood in thought for a few moments. �Don�t worry. Bonnie and I have never actually promised to be exclusive, and you know I don�t see a long term future with her.� She gave me a meaningful look, although I wasn�t too sure I knew what the meaning of it was. �Actually, it�s good to know where things stand. It helps me to know what to do if different opportunities come my way.� She gave another meaningful look, a quick smile, and then she wandered outside.

The weather in this part of the country is pretty changeable, which Bonnie and her walking group found out that evening. They were some distance from the cabin when the skies opened and rain came down. Stacey, who had only gone to the jetty, came in first looking only a bit damp, followed several minutes later by the rest of the women, who had run back as fast as they could looking somewhat wetter. They were in high spirits and laughing with each other, and barely seemed to bother about me as they sorted themselves out. To my surprise, Ruth pulled her damp t-shirt off over her head, revealing a plain black bra. Her breasts were small, and her ribs showed through her skin. As she pulled a dry top on, others were also changing. Jessica, Kiri and Susan showed no hesitation in changing into dry tops. I guess they all figured they had already shown more skin during the day. Debbie also seemed comfortable enough changing too. As the oldest in the group, she seemed more at ease than some of the others.

It was the youngest in the group, Olivia, who provided the most entertainment. As everyone else was already changing, she obviously had no thoughts about where I was as she went along with the crowd. She pulled her top off and I got a great view of her chest encased in a yellow bra with such thin material that it was close to transparent. The dark circles of her nipples were clearly visible. As she pulled a dry top on, she looked up and noticed me for the first time, obviously watching her with interest. She squealed with surprise and instinctively put her hands over her breasts � a useless gesture now that she was fully dressed. Then she immediately saw the funny side and started laughing. �Aren�t you a lucky boy?� she said.

I soon got luckier. The change in temperature made Bonnie reconsider the clothing of herself and her staff, and she produced three polar-fleece zip-fronted vests. Like the tops we had on already they were pink with the women�s centre logo on them. Stacey and I gratefully pulled them on. Bonnie was obviously considering the merits of whether or not to put her vest on over the top of her wet clothes, and I was pleased with the decision that she made. Making no attempt to hide herself she peeled off her top, giving me my first full view of her breasts, and she made no great hurry to don her vest.

Hot drinks were prepared and the fire was lit, then the group sat down to discuss the final activity planned for the evening. Bonnie announced matter-of-factly that there was going to be a self-discovery and body image session, similar to the earlier session in the early afternoon on the jetty but �more intense�. She hadn�t intended for me to be present, but she felt bad about sending me outside in the bad weather. Personally, I didn�t see the big deal, as I figured I could go and sit in the car, but I just sat and listened as the group debated what to do with me. No one seemed brave enough to suggest I be allowed to sit and watch, but there was a general consensus that I should be allowed to stay inside where I could stay warmed by the fire. They finally decided that I would be blindfolded.

That evening made for very interesting listening. The women had dragged a few mattresses off the lower bunks and had arranged them in a semi-circle around Bonnie. I was seated on a cushion by the wall, and a blindfold was securely tied in place by Stacey, who I presume then joined the rest of the women. Bonnie began by encouraging the women to remove as much clothing as they were comfortable to remove. There were a few giggles and murmurs, and much noise of undressing. Nobody protested or commented, and there was no reason to suggest that they weren�t all completely naked. Without sight, there was no way that I could tell for sure, and I knew that I could be clearly seen by Bonnie and anyone else who cared to look in my direction, so I knew it would be risky to try to sneak a peek.

Bonnie had the women lie on their backs and she took them through some relaxation exercises, tensing and relaxing body parts in turn, starting with toes and working up the body to the face and head. Then she invited the women to close their eyes and explore their bodies with their hands. She directed them to feel the size and shape of various parts in turn: nose, ears, legs, arms, hands, fingers, stomach, bottom and breasts. She was using her soft and reassuring tone of voice, and the women all seemed to be lulled into a peaceful silence.

For the next part of the session Bonnie apparently had a small mirror for each of the women. She had them sit up and use the mirror to visually explore between their legs. She took them through a very detailed guided tour, reeling off a variety of technical names like labia minor and perineum, discussing the purpose and function of each part, and talking about the variety of sexual responses different women might experience in relation to various parts. The women seemed totally under her spell. She constantly reassured them that all the different shapes and sizes were perfectly normal.

She had the women put their mirrors down and lie on their backs again. She encouraged them to explore their bodies with their hands again, but this time the focus was far more on the erogenous zones. She encouraged them to ignore the others and focus totally on their own bodies and the response they were feeling to the touch of their fingers. Then she told them to imagine that it was someone else that was touching them. �It doesn�t matter who,� she said. �Maybe it�s someone you know. Maybe it�s a celebrity, or the character in a book or a movie. Maybe the person is a complete fantasy. Whoever it is, it is someone who you are attracted to. More importantly, it is someone who is totally attracted to you, someone who worships you, someone who you feel safe with.�

As I sat nearby I could hear the breathing of some of the women becoming heavier and more ragged. Someone started moaning softly, I�m not sure who it was. I was starting to imagine each woman in turn, picturing them lying naked on their backs playing with themselves. For some of the women whose bodies I had seen at least in part, I was able to incorporate what I knew of their bodies into my mental picture. For some of the others, it was more imagination than reality. As I sat there fantasising about what was happening on the other side of my blindfold, I suddenly realised that my hands were rubbing myself on the outside of my shorts. I became self-conscious and worried that it would offend the women if they saw me masturbating to the sounds of their session, so I made a conscious and determined effort to stop.

After a while the sounds in the room changed. Eventually I could hear people starting to get up and walk around. Someone was putting more wood on the fire. I started hearing mattresses being moved back to the bunks. Not a word was spoken. No one paid me any attention. The long day and the heat from the fire were starting to make me drowsy, and I started to nod off. I was gently woken by Stacey, who had one of the duvets draped over her body. Everyone else was already in bed. The previous night I hadn�t seen any of the women getting into or out of bed, so I hadn�t seen clearly what they had been wearing apart from noticing an assortment of clothing straps or sleeves showing on the shoulders and arms that showed out the top of the duvets. Tonight the shoulder and arms I saw were bare.

As I walked back to the cabin from my final toilet trip, I reflected that I had observed little direct interaction between Stacey and Bonnie since Bonnie had given me a blowjob that afternoon. As I entered the cabin my suspicions were confirmed that things were not harmonious between them. Bonnie was lying on the same bed as the previous night, but Stacey was lying one mattress further away, leaving an obvious empty space between them. As I had done the previous night, I turned out all the lights before climbing up to my bunk. I took off my top and slid under my duvet. I don�t normally tend to sleep naked. If you must know, if I don�t have fabric between my scrotum and my upper thigh, I sometimes develop an itch there. Aren�t you glad I told you that?

9.

The rain passed during the night and the following day dawned fine. The heat of the previous day was replaced by a very pleasant temperature. Bonnie woke me up and handed me a fresh uniform to put on. It was exactly the same as yesterday apart from the colour. Today, both the top and the pants were white. Bonnie was already dressed in hers, and I could see Stacey sitting at the table also dressed in the same way. I slipped off yesterday�s pants and put on my fresh uniform, and then I climbed down from my bunk and headed towards the toilet.

As I walked along the path, I was conscious of how dishevelled I was feeling. My hair was becoming greasy and matted and I had two day�s growth on my chin. I suspected I was starting to stink. It surprised me that I had heard no complaints from any of the women about the lack of showering facilities. I predicted that this would not last much longer. We were due to be here another 24 hours, followed by the journey back home. I was sure few women would willingly endure staying unwashed for so long.

As I reached the clearing by the cabin, I discovered to my joy that the issue of washing had been worked into Bonnie�s programme. It appeared that as soon as I had left the cabin the rest of the group had immediately gotten up for a wash in the lake � a naked wash in the lake! The jetty was littered with duvets and towels. I could make out the figures of Ruth and Olivia standing naked on the end of the jetty trying to summon the courage to jump in. The high pitched squeals of the others were easily heard, clearly informing me that the water was very cold. I probably only just missed seeing the others jump in. The early morning time following the cold rain in the night would have combined to lower the temperature of the lake from yesterday.

Someone in the water spotted me and decided to call out to me. �Good morning Scott!� This greeting seemed to startle Ruth and Olivia, as they immediately hurled themselves into the water with fresh rounds of screaming. A few others called out hello to me from the lake, and their voices sounded cheerful, so I decided to take the chance that I might be welcome to walk down to the jetty.

I reached the end of the jetty and looked down to see eight bodies in the water. The water was stirred up quite a bit, so visibility through the water was poor, so it is probably wishful thinking to say I saw 16 breasts. I could see enough to know that none wore clothing on their upper body. There was a certain amount of thrashing around in the water trying to ward off the cold. Bottles of body wash and shampoo were being passed around, and attempts were being made to get clean. It looked as though they were keen to get the ordeal over as quickly as possible. I knew that they would not stay in the water long, and I was surely in the right place at the right time.

The cold took its toll on Ruth first. Her thin body had no insulation, and she clearly struggled to climb the ladder, she was shaking so much. This was my first opportunity to see her naked. To be honest, she looked a mess. Her trendy hair-style was all over the place. I had seen her in her bra the previous evening, but now I could see that must have been padded. Her breasts were barely noticeable. Down below, she had waxed or shaved into a thin landing strip. She was so overcome with the cold that she didn�t appear to register that I was there. She grabbed a towel and started drying herself off. I grabbed one of the duvets that were lying nearby and I draped it over her shoulders. She pulled it tightly around herself, then, appearing to notice me for the first time, gave me a grateful smile.

Kiri was the next to climb up the ladder. The naked massage she had received from me yesterday appeared to have melted any self-consciousness as she made no attempts to hide her body from me as she dried herself. However, like Ruth, she wrapped a duvet around herself to keep warm once she was dry.

The next woman to leave the lake was Jessica, the red-headed secretary I had briefly seen naked yesterday after her skinny-dipping punishment. Yesterday I had seen her only from a distance. Today, I was standing right next to the ladder. I was struggling with the dilemma of how to behave. I obviously wanted to be where I was, but I didn�t want to seem like a compete pervert. I tried to resolve this dilemma by trying to appear useful. As Jessica climbed the ladder, I had a towel ready for her in one hand and a duvet in the other, ever the perfect gentleman.

Jessica was quick to see through my actions, and she responded with playful teasing. �Why, thank you sir. I am much obliged to you. I don�t know what I would have done if I had been forced to pick up my own towel.� This produced much good natured laughter from the others, and that gave me hope that no one was too offended by my presence there.

Bonnie followed Jessica up the ladder. Although I knew from boarding with her that she was a natural blond, I still looked to confirm that the carpet matched the drapes. This was when I discovered that she had no pubic hair whatsoever. While I had lost some of my naivety during the year, I was still shocked. I had seen plenty of hairless pussies on the internet, but had never thought that women I knew would be hairless as well. Bonnie gave me a huge grin, and then on an impulse gave me a hug as well. Her body was cold and wet, and as she pressed it against me it produced several effects. Firstly, the water began to soak through the thin white material of my uniform, which made more obvious the second effect, the increased hardening of my penis. As Bonnie took the towel and duvet out of my hands, I quickly grabbed some more to casually hold in front of me.

When Susan climbed out next, she was obviously feeling shy. I had seen her naked following her skinny-dipping punishment, when she had learned that it was impossible to cover everything while keeping hold of the ladder. This time she made no attempt to cover her breasts, choosing instead to keep one hand over her pussy as she took the towel I offered her. She smiled at me shyly, almost apologetically, as she turned her back on me to dry herself.

Susan was followed by Debbie. The young mother appeared less troubled than some by the cold water. It seemed that she would have happily staying in until last, but had gotten tired of waiting for Stacey and Olivia to get out � they seemed to be procrastinating. Debbie was tall and thin with large breasts whose body showed no signs of having a baby apart from a faint scar just above her pubic hair. She made no attempts to hide her body from me. In fact, it appeared that she was enjoying the opportunity to be an exhibitionist as she dried her naked body in front of me. This seemed confirmed when she draped her duvet over her shoulders for warmth. Unlike the others, she allowed the duvet to hang open slightly at the front, giving me frequent glimpses of her pussy.

Below us in the water, Olivia and Stacey were having a whispered conversation with each other. Both seemed to be reluctant to climb out, and they appeared to be urging the other to go first. Stacey was obviously the winner of the argument, as Olivia started to slowly climb up the ladder. Once she reached the point where her head was above the level of the jetty, she stopped and pressed herself forward against the ladder, effectively hiding herself from us. �I don�t know if I can do this,� she said.

To my enormous surprise, it was Susan who convinced her. �Come on Olivia. Nothing bad is going to happen. It�s a bit of fun.�

Jessica joined in as well. �There�s no need for you to be shy. You�ve got a killer body.�

Following a few more words of encouragement from the women on the jetty, Olivia made up her mind and climbed the rest of the way up the ladder. She certainly did have a killer body. She had gorgeous pyramid shaped breasts with little pink nipples, and a narrow waist flaring out to her hips. In contrast to the almost white hair on her head, her pubic hair was dark, almost black. Following her initial shyness, she bravely rewarded me with a bit of a show by striking a couple of modelling poses, before the cold forced her to cover up.

Attention now turned to Stacey, the last woman left in the water. I was surprised at her apparent reluctance to get out. It�s true that she hadn�t given me a glimpse of breast or pussy at any stage during the weeks I had known her, but why would she? She was here largely because she was Bonnie�s lesbian lover. Maybe I was assuming too much to think she was shy about me seeing her. Maybe she was shy about Susan, who had admitted on the first evening that she was attracted to women.

Stacey appeared to realise too late that going last had drawn extra attention to herself. Her face revealed that she was deep in thought and indecision. She has a very pretty face, and I found myself looking at her face rather than her body when she started climbing up the ladder. Stacey in turn appeared to be focussing her attention totally on me. Our eyes locked and remained locked on each other as she climbed onto the jetty and took the towel out of my hand.

Stacey was the first to look away, looking down as she started to dry her body. The spell was broken, and I looked at her naked body for the first time. There is no need to describe any particular detail. She is simply beautiful, and not for the first time I was jealous of what Bonnie had obtained. My crush on Stacey had never been transferred to anyone else. I had merely buried it deep inside.

10.

Once Stacey had dried herself and wrapped the remaining duvet around her body, she joined the rest of the women as they stood in a group between where I was standing and the path to the cabin. I noticed for the first time that they were standing in such a way as to completely block my exit from the jetty, and they were looking at me meaningfully with smiles on their faces. I knew the meaning. I was in trouble.

It was Ruth who spoke up first on behalf of the women. �Ok Scott. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.�

�What�s the difference?�

�Let�s just say that there will be no difference in the end result. It�s bath time, and I�m sure you�ve seen enough this morning to know what that means!�

I considered my options, and decided that the hard way sounded far more fun. I sprang into action, charging towards the women as though I intended to break free. There was no real intention to actually escape. I was careful not to be too violent. The water next to that part of the jetty was very shallow, and someone could have been badly hurt if they had fallen off.

As I ran into the middle of the group, I was tackled and brought to the ground. As I had anticipated, my struggles were rewarded with the sight of naked flesh as several women let go of their duvets. Debbie was the most forward of the group. She ended up completely naked sitting on my chest, and I could feel her pussy hairs as I writhed beneath her. Hands pulled my top over my head and pulled my pants down my legs. There was a brief moment of pain as my erection was caught in the waist band of my shorts. Then suddenly it was swinging free and on display. I was lifted and dragged to the end of the jetty, with hands fondling my chest, bottom and penis. As they threw me into the deep water at the end of the jetty I grabbed at the arms of my captors and was rewarded with three naked bodies falling into the water with me.

The shock of the cold water was extreme. My chest felt so tight I could barely breathe except by shallow panting. I felt genuine pain in my testicles, and I could feel my erection wither and my balls tighten. I felt a pain in my head � an ice-cream headache without the ice-cream.

As I looked around, I saw Bonnie, Susan and Debbie were the ones who had fallen into the lake with me. The three women recovered first and started to attack me. They had body wash and shampoo thrown down to them, and they were merciless as they set about cleaning me. Susan started washing my hair while Debbie and Bonnie started rubbing the body wash over my body. Starting with my chest and back, they worked their way down to my bum and groin, not hesitating to grope me at will. My penis started to stiffen again, which only served to intensify the pain I was feeling.

They washed and groped me without any clear intention of giving me release. Once they had me worked up they stopped their groping and pronounced me clean. I swam towards the ladder, chased through the water by Debbie who was playfully pinching my bottom and continued to do so as I tried to escape up the ladder. I was vaguely aware that Bonnie and Susan had not followed me. They appeared to be engaged in some sort of tickle fight of their own.

I had no opportunity to pay Bonnie and Susan any further attention as I found myself at the top of the ladder, completely naked. They had all gotten a good view as I had climbed the ladder, but I could not resist trying to cover my erection with my hands in front of the five laughing and cheering women waiting there. While the air temperature was now quite warm, the wind blowing in off the lake made my wet body seem far colder.

My torture was not yet over. There had been no towel or duvet arranged for me, and the girls on the jetty were holding on to those that had been dropped by the girls who had fallen in the water. I had to choose between pulling my clothes onto my wet body or making a run for it to the cabin. I chose the second option, displaying a clean pair of heels and a white bottom as I raced towards the cabin, slowed only by the discomfort of my erection bouncing about and slapping me in the stomach.

I had dried myself and wrapped my towel around my waist before the first of the women reached the cabin. Stacey was one of the first to arrive, carrying my discarded uniform. I pulled on the top, and then I pulled the pants on under my towel. This led to some teasing from the girls. Olivia was one of the more vocal ones, saying in a mock baby voice �The poor boy�s gone all shy. Isn�t he so cute?� I couldn�t help but blush.

As I was now the only one dressed, I had no excuse not to start getting breakfast ready. This also gave me ample opportunities to watch the women. Having just seen each of them naked had done nothing to reduce my curiosity. I got many flashes of bums and pussies as all of them pulled on panties and shorts, and I saw plenty of tits as they finished dressing. I was interested to note that each of them was opting for just one layer of clothing up top. I had no idea if this was planned or just a coincidence. The flatter-chested ones like Ruth, Jessica and Olivia opted for just t-shirts, while Debbie, Kiri and Susan went for just bras. Kiri and Susan wore plain sports bras, while Debbie looked sexy in a white lace bra. Bonnie and Stacey were wearing their uniforms like me.

Bonnie and Susan were the last to enter, some time after the rest of women. Stacey did not look pleased.

11.

It transpired that the programme for the day, our last full day of the retreat, was to largely follow the programme of the previous day. This meant that Stacey and I were preparing breakfast while Bonnie took the rest outside for some tai chi. Stacey looked preoccupied and stayed silent until I asked her if something was wrong. I wasn�t surprised by her answer.

�Did you see Bonnie and Susan in the water? I got a good view from the jetty, and they were definitely feeling each other up. I like that she�s a free spirit, and she�s probably got some good psychobabble explanation about it being therapeutic for Susan, but I�m just pissed off!� Stacey lapsed into silence and I didn�t disturb her again.

After breakfast it was time for self-defence. My protective cup was again necessary � women certainly know how to go for the balls when defending themselves. The routine was the same as yesterday; only the women were noticeably bolder. So many times when I ended up on the ground there was a hand or two in contact with my pants, either on my bum or resting on my protective cup. I could not feel anything directly on my penis, but the pressure on my groin was clearly evident.

Following self-defence, Stacey and I had free time again while Bonnie took everyone else inside for some sort of group therapy session. This time Stacey was in a more talkative mood. She was pretty disillusioned with how things were going with Bonnie. She felt like she was being taken advantage of. She also shared some other feelings that were on her mind. She could see that Bonnie was enjoying flirting with Susan. She also talked about the attention that Susan was giving Stacey herself. Susan had apparently propositioned Stacey, and had taken plenty of opportunities to feel her up during the morning swim and the self-defence sessions. Stacey told me that she had felt horrified, and had felt no interest whatsoever. She told me that she was going to find an opportunity to speak her mind to Bonnie.

Stacey had her opportunity after lunch. She had told Bonnie she needed time to talk to her, so Bonnie planned a modified version of the rabbit hunt to give them time alone together. The new version of the rabbit hunt was like the game Sardines. I was to be given time to go and hide in the woods. The women were then going to search for me. Each woman that found me would then join me in my hiding place, and we would continue to hide until either the last person found us or time ran out. Bonnie finished her instructions with the words �don�t forget to give the nice bunny rabbit a kiss.�

I found a comfortable spot deep in the undergrowth to hide and wait. While it wasn�t a brilliant hiding spot, it would allow quite a few people to join me without being any more obvious. I started to hear the faint sounds of my searchers. Some walked quite close without seeing me, and then wandered away again. It was Ruth that first pushed through the undergrowth. I greeted her a bit too loudly, so she quickly shushed me. Then she amazed me by kissing me on the mouth, a quick peck at first which then developed into a full-blown passionate kiss. Eventually she pulled away.

The kiss had excited me, making me erect yet again. I felt awkward and shifted my position uncomfortably, bringing my knees up to conceal it. Ruth looked slightly saddened and looked at me with doe eyes. �Don�t do that,� she whispered. �It�s actually kind of nice to get that reaction from a guy. It seems like ages since anyone got excited by me.� I couldn�t refuse her, but it certainly intensified my feeling of being on display.

Ruth and I sat in a slightly awkward silence until we were found by Debbie and then Olivia, who had apparently watched Debbie sneaking into the bushes and not come out again. It appeared that they all intended to follow Bonnie�s instruction to kiss me. Debbie knelt next to where I was sitting and gave me a kiss just as passionate as Ruth had given me. Olivia was watching Debbie, and seemed to gain courage from what she saw as she too took her turn to kiss me. She seemed just as excited by it as I was. Her face flushed and she was breathing heavily. �Wow� she said.

We had about fifteen minutes before Susan found us. She looked quite hesitant once she arrived, and looked at me shyly once the other women started to hassle her about providing a kiss. She leaned forward and gave me a nice soft kiss on the lips.

Another half an hour passed in companionable silence, but Jessica and Kiri did not find us. The rabbit hunt ended when we heard Bonnie ringing a bell back at the cabin to call us in. Her talk with Stacey was over and Stacey had gone off alone for a walk. Kiri beat the rest of us back to the cabin looking crestfallen, while Jessica arrived a few minutes later also looking disappointed at her failure. Kiri, the winner yesterday, was a loser today, while Jessica had now lost two days running.

12.

There was a buzz of excitement and some whispered speculations about the impending reward and punishment, but that was put on hold as Bonnie wanted to have a private talk with me before anything else happened. She told me that Stacey had ended their relationship and was not intending to continue in her current role at the retreat. Bonnie didn�t want to talk about the details with me yet � she wanted to think about things herself for a while. She seemed angry with herself. �I hadn�t arranged for a girlfriend to come to any of the previous retreats. I was an idiot for not considering the potential problems.� She explained that Stacey would stay on at the cabin and would continue to help with jobs that needed to be done, but she wouldn�t be expected to take part in anything else if she didn�t want to.

The more pressing issue on Bonnie�s mind was that of my own willingness to continue. Stacey had told her of her own discomfort with some of the interactions that had come about in her role as a staff member, and Bonnie needed to know if I felt the same way. �I know I wasn�t open with you beforehand about what would happen. Your genuine reactions have been wonderful, and I didn�t want to lose that. All my previous team members have been more than pleased with what went on, but I now realise that it was wrong to take that for granted. I�ve pretty much been using you. When the women signed up for the retreat, I made them sign a promise not to have sexual intercourse with you, but as you already know there is a lot of stuff that can happen which isn�t intercourse. I should have asked you for your permission.�

I reassured Bonnie that I was pretty excited about the experiences I was having, and that I was happy to continue. Bonnie gave me a grateful hug and we returned to the cabin.

With Bonnie�s brief crisis of confidence over, she quickly took charge of the reward and punishment session. She had the group in the palm of her hand. She directed each of the women to sit on the end of their bunks, and then she asked who had won the challenge. Ruth was acknowledged as the winner, and she was told to pull her mattress onto the floor and then select either Bonnie or myself to provide the massage. Ruth appeared to have no hesitation in choosing me. Bonnie then explained that, unlike Kiri�s massage yesterday, Ruth herself would have to tell me what she wanted. Bonnie was not intending to intervene herself.

Bonnie redirected her attention back to the remaining women on the beds and asked who had lost. Kiri and Jessica owned up, and Bonnie�s response was to grab some Velcro straps and secure their arms by the wrist to the end of the upper bunk. They could sit quite comfortably with their arms held above them. It transpired that the whole group would be watching Ruth�s massage, but the two losers would be completely unable to touch themselves apart from maybe scratching their nose. Bonnie climbed up to her bunk on the upper tier, giving Ruth and me six spectators.

I turned around to face Ruth, and discovered that she was already lying naked on the mattress. I figured that this massage would be at least as raunchy as Kiri�s yesterday when I had fingered her to orgasm. A bottle of massage oil had been place nearby, so I got straight to work. Ruth directed me to start with her feet and calves, and then gradually directed me to venture higher. My attention moved up her body accordingly to her thighs and then her buttocks. I massaged her buttocks for a long time, with Ruth gently sighing and moaning, and I wondered where she would direct me next. Eventually she decided to keep sending me up her body, encouraging me to massage her lower back and so on until I reached her shoulders and neck.

It was at this point that Ruth showed some daring. I was pretty much sitting on her bottom rubbing her neck when she wriggled to indicate that she wanted me to get off. Once I lifted my weight off her body she responded by rolling over onto her back. She didn�t need to explain to me what she wanted. She just gave me a small nod and I got back to work. I gently lowered my weight down onto her hips and pubic bone and I started to massage her shoulders from the front. She closed her eyes and her breathing became heavy again. I started to allow my hands to drift lower and lower until I was rubbing around and between her breasts, gradually teasing her skin. I then allowed my fingers their first touch of a nipple, which elicited a gasp from Ruth. I gradually increased the frequency of my touch of her breasts, focussing more and more on stimulating her nipples.

As I continued to caress Ruth�s breasts, I was looking down upon her closed eyes and smiling face. Then I took the opportunity to look to my left towards our spectators sitting on their bunks watching us. Ruth appeared oblivious to their presence, but I remained aware of the show I was part of. What I saw looking back at them made me immediately realise the purpose behind Bonnie�s punishment of Kiri and Jessica. Olivia, Debbie and Susan all clearly had their hands down the front of their shorts, and the movement of their fingers was obvious. I could not see Bonnie clearly on the top bunk, but I suspected she was doing likewise. Kiri and Jessica, however, were wriggling uncomfortably in their seats, frustration and longing written all over their faces.

Ruth seemed perfectly content to have me rubbing her breasts, so it ended up being me who moved things along. I started to extend my strokes further down her body. Leaving her breasts behind (apart from a few visits), I shifted my attention to her stomach. Her moans quietened slightly, but she made no protest as she began to anticipate the result of my heading south.

When my massaging reached her hips, I ran my hand over her hips and onto her upper thighs, deliberately avoiding her pussy for a bit. I spent some time massaging her thighs until I eventually got some direction from Ruth. �Higher� she whispered, and I was happy to comply. I started rubbing higher again, brushing my fingers over her pussy lips, faintly at first, then with greater frequency and pressure. Her lips were swollen, and I had some trouble finding the entrance to her pussy. I eventually worked a finger between her pussy lips, and then I was able to find my way along her crack to where I found her clitoris. Ruth gasped loudly as I found it and started gently caressing it.

Ruth found a new level of bravery. Opening her eyes, she looked at me and asked �Do you think you can, you know, use your tongue?�

This was another new experience for me that I wasn�t about to refuse. I was now kneeling on the mattress between Ruth�s legs, and it was the most natural thing to lower my face to her pussy and start to lick along the entrance to her pussy, gently using my tongue to part her lips and give me access again to her clitoris. Ruth�s moans intensified, which served to increase the sense of freedom for the observing women, and a number of them began moaning likewise as they worked their fingers into their own pussies. I continued on, gradually getting less clumsy, until Ruth�s body went stiff and started shaking wildly. Her moans changed to a high-pitched squeal, and her thighs tightened around my head.

Eventually Ruth�s thighs relaxed, and I sat back on the mattress. Ruth remained where she was, eyes closed, with her legs wide apart. With the show over, Susan, Debbie and Olivia were also now lying back on their mattresses. Debbie had finished and was lying still, while Olivia and Susan were still fingering themselves inside their shorts until they eventually climaxed within seconds of each other. Bonnie was lying down on the top bunk and I couldn�t see her at all.

The only ones who were not satisfied were Jessica, Kiri and I. Jessica and Kiri were still tied to the bed frame, with no one showing any sign of releasing them. They had seen all the other women in the room come, and their sexual frustration was written all over their faces. My own sexual frustration was extreme as well. I looked down at the front of my shorts at my obvious erection, and I was surprised to see a small sign of moisture soaking through from the tip of my penis. I had read about pre-come, but I had never experienced it myself. I was desperate to relieve myself, so like yesterday I left the cabin and headed towards the trees. However, I did not get far before I saw Stacey sitting on a tree stump at the edge of the clearance.

13.

Stacey had changed out of the crop top and tight shorts that had been our uniform for the last few days. Instead she was looking lovely in a pale green summer dress. I could see by looking in her face that she had been crying, and despite my urgent desire to deal with my arousal, I knew I could not pass by without stopping to see how she was.

�I�m sorry to hear about you and Bonnie. I bet you�re regretting coming here and getting involved in the retreat.�

�Actually,� she replied, �I don�t regret coming here, or getting involved with Bonnie, or any of it. I�m feeling pretty churned up, but actually I�m nowhere near the mess I was before I met Bonnie. In fact, if you think about it, I�ve had a ton of free therapy and I�m still going to get paid for being here.�

�You know I�ve had such a bad history with men, so when I met Bonnie it was just so different. She was so caring and attentive; I figured that she was all I needed to be happy. And it has been a happy time for most of it. The thing is, I have come to realise over the last few days the same things that the others have been learning. There are nice people in the world, including nice guys, and I just have to learn to value who I am first so that I can convince myself I�m worth being with a nice person. I don�t have to try to be a lesbian to have a good relationship with someone.�

Stacey speech came to an awkward pause. She was looking down at her feet as if looking for the words to say next. My heart was thumping as I turned her words over and over in my mind. If she had started thinking she might be able to have a good relationship with a man, did that mean she thought she might want a relationship with me? I considered doing something dramatic like kissing her, but the idea just seemed wrong. She had just broken up with Bonnie and seemed grateful just to be able to talk about her feelings, and if I was at all wrong about her potentially having feelings for me, then kissing her would be the worst thing possible. I chose instead to put my arm around her shoulder, and she rested her head on my shoulder as we sat together in silence. I felt briefly conflicted when I saw Bonnie appear at the cabin door, wondering if she had been intending to follow me into the trees for a repeat of yesterday�s blowjob. However, for the most part I had no regrets about sitting beside Stacey on the tree stump.

After a while of sitting in silence, we headed inside together to make dinner. Once inside we were surprised to find the other women hard at work making dinner; all except Jessica and Kiri who were still tied up. Debbie laughingly explained that they were still at risk of going outside to take care of themselves, which would have made a mockery of their punishment, so they weren�t going to be released until dinner was served. Then Bonnie shooed Stacey and I out of the cabin. She said that everyone was more than happy to take a turn with the cooking, so we should feel free to take a break. Stacey and I wandered down and sat on the end of the jetty, passing the time together in light conversation.

14.

Jessica and Kiri were released at dinner time, and they were watched carefully to see that they didn�t go anywhere alone. Everyone helped with cleaning up afterwards, so the work was done in no time. Stacey and I then joined the others on the walk to the lookout which had been cut short the previous evening by the rain. As the programme for the day had been so similar to the previous day, I couldn�t help wondering what the rest of the evening might hold. I got a foretaste when Bonnie took a moment to talk to me out of earshot of the others to ask if I was still ok with my role, and asking whether or not I had a problem with being tied up. I found the question a bit frightening at first, but I also felt excited and curious and I reconfirmed my willingness to take part.

Once we were back at the cabin, I set about making hot drinks while Bonnie announced the evening session. She said it would be similar to the self-discovery and body image session of the previous night, �only this time with less focus on the �self� bit!� Bonnie and some helpers set about making the room ready for what was ahead. A couple of the bunks, which were normally pushed together, were pulled apart from each other. This set-up allowed one of the bunks to be the focus of attention, with onlookers able to sit and watch from bunks on either side. Bonnie got out the Velcro straps she had used earlier and secured them to each corner of the focal bunk. I was fairly certain that this was where I would be.

There was a casual conversation over supper, but I was completely unable to pay any attention. The anticipation for what was to come completely distracted me. Once Bonnie noticed that my drink was finished, she quietly took me by the hand and led me over to the waiting bed. I lay back on the mattress, and without any fuss Bonnie secured my arms and my legs. The other women drifted over and arranged themselves on the beds on either side, waiting in quiet excitement for the action to begin. Stacey was there also, but slightly apart from the rest. She climbed up to the top bunk and sat with her legs hanging over the side, looking down at me.

�I want to start,� began Bonnie, �by thanking Scott for everything he has done and everything he has had to put up with here. I think we have all learned that he is a pretty special guy. But it�s important to remember that in a lot of ways he�s a pretty normal guy too. He�s not some saint. But he is one of the nicer ones. We all need to remember that none of us deserve to be treated badly. And it�s not our responsibility to turn bad men into good men. The best we can do is try to be the best person we can be, and believe that the quality of our relationships will reflect that.�

�One of the biggest gifts we can give ourselves is confidence. Being comfortable with ourselves leads to being comfortable with others. If we know what we�re doing and we know what we want, then there is a greater chance we will get what we want. One of the key goals of this retreat has certainly been about exploring ourselves, our thoughts, our feelings, and literally exploring our own bodies.�

�Another goal of the retreat has been trying to find ways to understand others, including men that we have known and men that we might want to know in the future. Scott has helped with that already. This session is going to take that a step further. This is going to give you all a unique chance to explore a man�s body, just as thoroughly as you explored your own bodies last night.�

�You can see that Scott is tied up. I need to explain why that is. It has nothing to do with me not trusting Scott. It�s more to do with creating an environment where you all feel safe. The ties are more about symbolising Scott�s generosity and his trust in us. Therefore I want to stress the importance of not abusing that trust. Remember the agreement you signed � no intercourse. Just for safety�s sake, we are going to observe the underwear rule. No one is to touch Scott unless they have their panties on. Any questions?�

The women were unusually quiet. There was no laughing or giggling or teasing. Everyone seemed deep in thought. No one made any move. They seemed shy and uncertain.

A few moments later, Bonnie spoke up again. �Whoops. I forgot one of the most important things.� With that she stood up again and produced a pair of scissors. With a few careful snips she cut through my top and removed it, and then she did the same with my pants. After a short interval I was completely naked. It�s hard to explain the feeling of total exposure that I felt as I lay there. Eight clothed women were looking at my body, and there was nothing I could do to hide myself. It seemed like every eye was looking straight at my penis for its telltale sign of how excited I was. My penis was stiff and its tip was hovering about an inch above my stomach.

It was unnerving that the women were still sitting in silence. There had been some general stirring when Bonnie had cut my clothes off, but she was now sitting on a bed in the background, and the group became shy again. The silence was broken by Jessica, who said �This is kind of weird. My last boyfriend could never cope with not being in control.�

�I knew a guy who liked to be tied up,� responded Debbie. �His problem was that he never wanted to take responsibility for anything.�

Just when it seemed the group were going to spend the time talking about men in their past, it was Susan who shut them up. �What�s wrong with you lot?� she said. �Stop living in the past. I guess it�s different for you guys, you�ve all had sex, but Scott is the first guy I�ve ever seen naked.�

15.

Susan came over and sat on the side of the bed beside my left knee. She looked me in the face and gave me a nervous smile, and then she eyes swept down my body to focus on my penis. A few of the others joined her to sit on the side of my bed. Kiri sat on my right hand side, while Ruth sat on the end of the bed by my feet. Of the group, Susan was the only one who had started the retreat as sexually inexperienced as me. She described herself as being a lesbian, and it occurred to me that if Stacey hadn�t pulled out of her role as a staff member then Susan may have been exploring her body now.

Ruth was the first to reach out and touch me, gently tickling my feet and toes and making me squirm. Kiri started rubbing her hand over my chest. Bonnie, who was watching from a distant bunk, made a comment that a man�s nipples were erogenous zones similar to women�s. Kiri started focussing her attention on my nipples and seemed well pleased to observe my penis starting to twitch in response. Susan now resolved to join in by being the first to reach out and touch my penis. Her touch was about exploring and satisfying her curiosity. Her fingers explored my shaft including my foreskin, stroked my pubic hair, and felt around my scrotum. Her touch was gentle and respectful. Then she surprised me by leaning down and giving my penis a gentle kiss. Then she stood up and walked over to where Bonnie was sitting and sat down beside her.

Susan�s place on my left side was taken by Debbie. Kiri had just started to lick my right nipple, and Debbie joined in by licking my left nipple. My view of Ruth was obstructed, but I could feel her movement on the bed as she positioned herself in a kneeling position between my legs. Her hand held my penis and then her mouth enveloped it. I couldn�t help but gasp in response. I knew that I would not last long if she kept that up for long.

I guess Ruth knew this, because she slowed down and stopped the blowjob she was giving me. Kiri and Debbie also stopped their licking of my nipples and started lightly stroking my shoulders and arms with their hands. The tension in my penis and balls gradually subsided again. I now had an unobstructed view of Ruth, and I saw that she had removed her t-shirt and shorts and was now only wearing a pair of black panties. She grinned at me, and then she started to stretch herself out over my body. She lay down on top of me, and I could just feel her small breasts pushing into my chest. Her lips met mine in a kiss, then I felt her tongue at the entrance of my mouth, and I opened my mouth to let it in and respond likewise. As Ruth is a lot shorted than I am, it was her thigh that came in contact with my erection. She applied gentle pressure, but she seemed to be taking care not to let me get too worked up.

Ruth pulled her face away from mine and gave me a happy grin. �I suppose I shouldn�t keep you all to myself,� she said with an exaggerated sigh. She climbed off me and moved to one of the surrounding bunks to watch the rest of the show. Kiri moved to where Ruth had been at the foot of the bunk, and Jessica moved to take Kiri�s place at my side. Before Jessica sat down I had a clear view of Ruth sitting down, wearing only her panties. She slipped her fingers down the front of her panties without any apparent self-consciousness. Behind Ruth I could see Bonnie and Susan sitting side by side. I noticed that Bonnie had an arm around Susan�s shoulders, and Susan�s hand was casually resting on Bonnie�s thigh.

The attention directed at me stepped up again. Jessica and Debbie had both removed their shorts. Jessica�s t-shirt obscured my view of her panties, but I got a clear view of Debbie who was wearing a white lace thong which matched the lacy bra she had been wearing all day. Jessica and Debbie both started to stroke my body, up and down my chest, stomach and legs. They teased me with occasional strokes of my erection, but seemed adept at keeping me at a steady state of high arousal without going any further.

Kiri, at the foot of the bed, seemed content for now with just sitting and watching. Then she started talking softly to me in a sexy voice, saying things like �ooh, you like that, don�t you?� She was looking me directly in the eye and smiling seductively, and I found it so mesmerising that it took me a moment to realise she was stripping. She was wearing black shorts and a black sports bra. She took her shorts off first to reveal red satin panties. Without taking her eyes off me she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She let it slide forward off her arms to reveal her gorgeous tits.

As I watched Kiri, her eyes remained fixed on mine as she knelt between my legs. Bending forward she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked me from the base of my shaft to the tip of my penis. The feeling was sensational. Still looking me in the eye, she continued to lick further and further up my body to my neck, and then she spent a few moments nibbling on my neck, then my earlobes, before kissing me passionately on the mouth. Before climbing off, she whispered softly in my ear, �I�m still kinda hoping to find a nice Maori boy, but I just wanted you to know that it has been a real pleasure to get to know you.�

I watched Kiri walk away from the bed and sit down next to Olivia. Olivia was the only one of the retreat clients who had not joined me on the bed. However, she was watching with eager interest with one hand thrust down the front of her shorts. I reluctantly took my eyes off her and turned my head to the other side as I could sense that Jessica had shifted her weight off the mattress and stood up. I was in time to see her pull her t-shirt off over her head. Jessica had evidently decided to push the compulsory underpants rule to the limit as she was wearing the skimpiest black g-string imaginable. Surprisingly, there was no sign of the auburn pubic hair I had seen only that morning. I had no idea how she had removed it, given the extremely basic facilities of the cabin. She had obviously made a very special effort.

Looking at Jessica, I was reluctantly distracted by the sight of Bonnie and Susan behind her. Things were heating up considerably on their bunk. Susan�s bra had been removed. They were kissing, and Bonnie�s hands were fingering Susan�s nipples while Susan had her hand inside Bonnie�s top. They were out of sight of Stacey, who was on the top bunk looking down at me with a faint distracted smile.

Debbie had decided to keep pace with Jessica. As I looked her way again I saw that she had removed her bra. She made the next move by climbing onto the bed and straddling my left leg. She started to fondle my penis while at the same time grinding her pussy up and down my leg with just her lace panties separating her pussy from my leg. Now it was Jessica who was playing catch up with Debbie as she too climbed onto the bed and took her position on my right leg. As they both fondled me I felt my excitement rise again and I wondered how long I would last.

16.

Ruth was the first of the group to reach her climax as she sat fingering herself on the edge of the nearby bed. My own pressure stopped mounting as both Debbie and Jessica started playing less with my penis as their own excitement mounted. Their hands were more frequently on their own breasts, then inside the front of their panties as they continued to grind up and down my legs. Debbie came first, then I�m sure that Kiri climaxed from her position nearby, and then Jessica came as well. I could see that Susan and Bonnie were continuing to move things along on their bunk. Bonnie was now topless as well, and they were lying down side by side.

Debbie and Jessica both climbed off me and each gave me a quick kiss before moving away. The women turned their attention on Olivia, speaking words of encouragement to join in.

�What should I do?� she asked the room in general.

�Anything you like,� Debbie replied.

�How about trying something you�ve never tried before,� suggested Kiri.

Olivia sat in thought for a few moments before coming to a decision. She stood up and pushed her shorts down. Her t-shirt only came to her waist, so I had a clear view of pink cotton panties. She pulled off her t-shirt to reveal her sexy mounds with their cute cherry nipples. Walking over to me she said �excuse me� before climbing onto the bunk. She sat straddling my chest with her back to me, and I quickly realised what her intention was.

Olivia leaned forward with her bottom in the air about six inches from my face and started licking and kissing my penis. It quickly returned to maximum stiffness. After a few moments she looked round at me and nervously shifted her butt an inch or two closer to my face. I smiled at her and encouraged her to move it closer. She responded by slowly pushing back until my mouth and tongue were able to come in contact with her. She lowered her chest towards my stomach and arched her back, allowing my mouth to reach her pussy, which I started to lick and nibble at through the thin material of her panties. She in turn resumed licking my penis, and then she took it into her mouth and starting slowly pumping it in and out of her mouth.

I tried to stay focussed on giving Olivia pleasure. The crotch of her panties became soaked with the saliva from my mouth and tongue, which became mixed with the faint taste of her own juices. However, it became increasingly difficult to concentrate with the amazing sensation of the blowjob I was receiving from her. It was inevitable that I would come first. I had been erect for most of the day from looking at and touching these women. I could feel myself building to my climax. The view of Olivia�s panties filled my vision and the smells contributed to feeling befuddled. Olivia received no warning of my climax as I suddenly exploded in her mouth.

Olivia�s head jerked back in surprise, and several shots of my come hit her neck and chest. Once the initial shock had passed, she leaned forward again to take some more of my come in her mouth. Eventually my climax subsided and Olivia climbed off my chest. I guess it was clear that the positioning of my mouth on her panty-covered pussy was not hitting the spot for her. She was obviously turned on, but was not building to an orgasm. She returned to where she was sitting before and started to literally take matters into her own hands. She removed her panties completely and spread her legs wide, and it was obvious that she felt that my watching would help rather than hinder her masturbation, so I was given a prime view of her naked body with her pussy clearly displayed, and the glistening splashes of my semen on her chest. The sight was hot.

I did not notice that Stacey had climbed down from the top bunk until I saw her quietly sit down near Olivia. She seemed to be taking care not to disturb or distract her. From where Stacey was now sitting she had a clear view of Bonnie and Susan, who had now covered themselves with a duvet but were clearly going for it together. Stacey seemed determined to ignore them. Looking into my eyes, she pulled her arms inside the top of her dress and after some manoeuvring pulled out her bra. Then she reached up under her dress and slowly pulled down her panties. The sight of this in addition to the close up view I had of Olivia caused my penis to stir again. Olivia saw my penis stiffen and seemed pleased with the effect. With her eyes fixed on my groin she climaxed. Her eyes closed and her body stiffened. Then she slowly relaxed and lay back on the mattress.

17.

Stacey decided her time for action had arrived. She came over to where I lay and climbed on top of me, gently lowering herself onto my stomach. She arranged the skirt of her dress so that it wasn�t caught between her skin and mine. The head of my penis rested against a naked buttock. Her dress had buttons all the way up the front, and as she started undoing these buttons she started talking to me.

�Scott, you can tell me to stop anytime you want to. But I wanted to tell you that I like you. A lot. I mean, I�m attracted to you, ok? I�m so horny right now, you can have me whatever your feelings for me. It�s up to you to decide if this is just a one-time thing, or whether it�s the start of something more.�

Her dress was completely unbuttoned now, giving me a clear view of her pussy and tits. However, I was able to look her in the eye and reassure her that I was just as interested in her, that I had had a crush on her since the day I met her. She gave me a winning smile. She pulled off her dress and threw it to the floor, then she bent forward and we kissed.

By this time Olivia had recovered from her orgasm and she was the first to notice that Stacey was completely naked. �Stacey!� she exclaimed. �You�re breaking the underpants rule! What about the agreement?�

Stacey gave a soft laugh. �I think you�ll find,� she said �that I wasn�t asked to sign anything.� The significance of those words sunk right in. Stacey hadn�t come here as a retreat participant. The rules did not apply. My penis, which had been hardening gradually, became fully erect.

Stacey leaned forward and kissed me again. Then she raised her hips and carefully lowered herself onto my cock, using her hand to guide it inside her, taking away my virginity. She started raising and lowering herself, and I began thrusting in return. Her fingers stroked my chest and played with my nipples. Then she stretched herself forward until she could reach the Velcro straps holding my arms and released them. The movement caused my penis to fall out of her, but she guided it back inside. With my hands now free I was able to rub them up and down her thighs, waist and buttocks, and reach up to fondle her breasts.

I was conscious of the bizarre setting for my first time having sex, in open view of a room full of women. Bonnie and Susan�s activities under their duvet appeared to have ceased. They were largely focused on each other, but occasionally gave a casual look in our direction. The other women were beginning to get prepared for bed, but made no attempt to conceal their curiosity. My recent orgasm from Olivia�s blowjob combined with the weirdness of the situation prolonged how long I lasted. Otherwise I am sure I would have come within seconds. I was thrilled when Stacey climaxed, which was enough to push me over the edge within the next minute.

Stacey reached behind her and unfastened the straps around my ankles. Then she lay down beside me and we hugged each other for a long time in silence.

It was late in the evening, and the boat would be arriving early the next morning. Stacey and I eventually made moves to get ready for bed. When we came in from our toilet trip outside, I noted that Bonnie had settled in for the night next to Susan. No one seemed to want to sleep on the bed where I had been tied up, so Olivia and Jessica had both moved to the upper bunks. There were still two upper tier beds side by side, and Stacey and I fell asleep in each other�s arms.

18.

The following morning for the bulk of the group consisted of getting dressed in warm clothes for the boat ride, a quick breakfast, and hurried packing. Stacey and I had no reason to hurry ourselves as we were going home in the truck, but we nevertheless were very busy helping the others.

On the jetty everyone gave Stacey and I a last hug before they climbed aboard the boat. I noted that Bonnie and Stacey seemed happy to give each other a long hug, which I took to interpret as a sign that they were at peace with each other.

The water taxi was packed with customers, including a group of men who seemed very excited to see a large group of young women climb aboard. The boat pulled away from the jetty and was still less than 20 metres away when Stacey turned to me and started taking off her clothes.

�Right,� she said. �Let�s get busy.�

The End

Chris Warner
December 2009

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