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No Room for Modesty

By Chris Warner (previously known as Pen_Name_NZ)

This story is written by Chris Warner, and all copyright and other rights of authorship are retained. It is for ADULTS ONLY and contains sexual material. If you are under 18 years old and/or are offended by sexual material, please stop viewing this page NOW. Readers are permitted to keep a copy for their own personal reference, but this story must not be reposted or in any other way distributed, in any form, without the express permission of the author via the e-mail address given.

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Being a 32-year-old freelance film cameraman, you might think I would be in just the right job to meet hot young women. Sadly, in my case, you'd be dead wrong. You see, my home base is the city of Dunedin in New Zealand. Apart from the truly exceptional comedy/thriller "Scarfies", the only filmmaking that Dunedin is famous for is nature documentaries.

I had returned home only two days earlier from spending four months on a small wind-swept island in the Southern Ocean. My companions had consisted of five bearded male scientists, one bearded female scientist, and one quite presentable female scientist who was completely unavailable. I was now looking forward to kicking back and enjoying a relaxing summer on the beach. My agent was negotiating over a few projects but there was no firm starting date for anything. It would be well into autumn before I would have to start worrying about my income.

I had just finished unpacking my bags and hanging the last of my laundry on the clothesline when my agent phoned. "Steve! Your services are in hot demand."� He explained that a film crew was in town and desperate to find a replacement cameraman with experience of filming in water. It would be approximately two months of work travelling around the New Zealand coast. Would I be interested in at least meeting with them? Although I wasn't all that keen to begin working immediately, it sounded like a pretty cushy job. I agreed to go around to my agent's office to discuss it further.

We were sitting in his office facing the street when the crew arrived in a large campervan. My jaw dropped as three gorgeous women stepped out onto the footpath. The first was a blond with shoulder length hair. She looked about 18 to 20 years old, and was wearing board shorts and a singlet top. The second girl looked about the same age as the first. She had short hair, dyed red, and was wearing a short denim skirt and a bikini top. The third woman got out of the driver's door and walked around the campervan. If anything, she was even more stunning than the others. She had long dark hair and long tanned limbs. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and a floral skirt that came almost to her knees. She was older than the other two, looking late twenties or early thirties, and was clearly in charge.

While the other two stayed out by the van, the dark-haired woman entered the office. She introduced herself as Sharon and explained their situation. She was the producer and sound technician for a New Zealand surfing documentary. The subject of the documentary was the blond, Kelly, a surfer from California who was just breaking into the pro scene. The idea was to bring Kelly to New Zealand during the northern winter and film her touring a wide variety of New Zealand surf breaks. The film was reasonably well funded by Kelly's sponsors and some New Zealand tourism interests. The third member of the team, the redhead, was Denise. She was the hairdresser/beautician.

The final member of their previously all-women team, the cameraman, had flown back to Auckland that morning because her mother was seriously ill. This was a huge problem for their schedule and budget. Sharon talked openly about being very desperate to find a replacement with suitable experience. If I didn't take the job she didn't know what she would do. We discussed the job conditions. The pay was good with food and accommodation costs included, the work hours were all during daylight (rare), and I would be spending the summer on the beach, which is what I was intending to do anyway. The only thing Sharon was apologetic about was the living arrangements. We would all be staying in the van together and sharing responsibility for meal preparation. I told Sharon there was no need to apologise for the living conditions - I was used to far worse. In reality, my head was positively swimming with the possibilities being presented. At that point in time it was clear that I had realised far more than she had the full implications of sharing the campervan with these three beautiful women.

We agreed to meet after lunch at St Kilda beach to begin filming. They had finished all the speaking to camera work for this leg of the journey, but they still needed a bit more surfing footage. The afternoon went very well. Kelly was a very cute American girl. She had that adorable teen combination of bubbly excitement and shyness. She lived for surfing, and was loving the opportunity to make a living from it. Denise was from Auckland, and was a real tease in more ways than one. She good-naturedly poked fun at everyone, and seemed to be the life of the party. Her work was all done by the time we hit the water, so she got to spend the whole afternoon lying on the beach in her skimpy bikini. Naturally I was out in the surf and could only admire her from a distance. Not that there was any shortage of bodies to admire close at hand. Despite the water being cold in Dunedin, Sharon had Kelly surfing in a bikini, and boy did she look hot. Sharon and I were both in wetsuits. Sharon's wetsuit closely hugged her curves and did not detract from her sexiness one bit.

It was more than just Sharon's body that impressed me. Everything she did that day captured my attention. She was obviously very intelligent and confident, and her vision for the film was clearly communicated. She knew when to push Kelly hard and when to offer gentle reassurance. And she showed a great sense of humour. There was a certain degree of chemistry between us right from the start. She spent the afternoon in the waves with me, right behind my left shoulder. Every so often she would reach out a hand to grab me and steady me as we were buffeted by the waves. Her touches were practical and appropriate, while at the same time sensual and often lingering longer than necessary.

I offered to let them stay at my house that night before we hit the road in the morning. I cooked a much-appreciated meal for us all and we got through a few bottles of wine. The mood was very convivial with a great deal of laughter. Denise and Kelly retired early to the twin single beds in my spare room while Sharon and I adjourned to my office/editing suite so that I could review all the footage shot by the previous camerawoman. We sat side by side with our legs touching. Occasionally she would rest her hand on my thigh. The sparks were really starting to fly.

Once we had finished working, I raised the subject of sleeping arrangements. "I'm happy for you to sleep in my bed if you like."

Sharon laughed and replied with exaggerated outrage, "Sir, you presume too much. What kind of brazen hussy do you take me for?"

It was my turn to laugh. "If you had let me finish, I was going to say that I would set up my camp stretcher here in the office."

Sharon laughed again. This time she replied with exaggerated disappointment. It was impossible to tell if any of it was for real, or if she was just teasing me.

The following morning Sharon took the wheel and started driving us south. She had taken a few minutes earlier to show me around the camper van, which was big enough to sleep six people. Immediately behind the driving cab was a bench seat which was adjustable to either face forward or backward. It also folded flat to make a double bed. Sharon explained that this was where she had been sleeping. In the space above the driving cabin was another double berth. This was where Kelly slept, sharing the space with three surfboards in their covers. At the back of the van was a large table under the back window, with bench seats/single beds on each side. One of these was Denise's bed. The other one was apparently mine.

In the middle section of the campervan there was a kitchen area and what appeared to be two wardrobes. One was for hanging clothes. The other contained a toilet. Surprisingly, the toilet still had the silly ribbon across the top, indicating no one had used it.

"Everybody's been too self-conscious to use it," explained Denise. "We've been in camping grounds every night, so we've used the camp toilets."

"That's all going to change tonight," cautioned Sharon. "The beach we are going to today is very remote."

I looked around at their faces. Denise looked a bit concerned, but that was nothing compared to the look of horror that flashed across Kelly's face. I worked hard to suppress a smile.

We stopped for lunch in Balclutha, then drove another two hours down the coast road before arriving at a spectacular deserted beach. The surf was perfect, and we began to get ready. It was rapidly becoming apparent that our enormous campervan was suddenly feeling very small. Earlier at lunch Sharon had tried to get changed in the toilet. She had scraped the skin off one elbow and bruised a knee before declaring it an impossible mission.

As we got ready to work, I was quickly evicted from the van while the three women got changed. Then Kelly declared she wanted to go to the toilet, so she insisted the other two wait outside because she didn't want them to hear her go. Once she had finished, Denise and then Sharon each went back inside to go to the toilet. By the time I was finally allowed inside to change, toilet, and sort out my camera gear, we had lost over an hour and the surf was falling. Sharon was clearly frustrated by the delays, but she didn't say anything at that time.

Later in the evening, our preparations for bed were again accentuated by Kelly's shyness about the toilet. Again I was evicted early in the proceedings. Since it was dark outside I quickly changed into the boxers and T-shirt I intended to sleep in. I was only just decent when Kelly again forced Sharon and Denise outside so she could use the toilet. They were initially annoyed, although they brightened up when they noticed I had got changed outside. They both took the opportunity to comment on my open-air change and their regrets at missing the show.

I couldn't help but notice their own changes. Sharon looked beautiful in elegant red satin pyjamas while Denise looked totally breath-taking in a very short satin nighty that ended just below her panties. The top of it was very low cut, and her large breasts seemed on the verge of spilling out the top. Kelly soon joined us outside. She was wearing black satin pyjamas similar to Sharon's apart from having short legs instead of long. Following the example of Kelly, Denise then Sharon went inside alone to use the toilet. Then all three stood outside during my turn. When I had finished I called them inside as I climbed into bed.

As I lay on my bed, I found it impossible to get to sleep. My mind kept dwelling on the situation I was in, and I kept picturing each of the gorgeous women I was sharing the van with. I finally decided to resort to the time honoured solution of the insomniac male - I started jacking off, very carefully and very quietly. The others seemed as restless as I was, and I started wondering and imagining that they were doing the same thing. With these images in my mind I came quickly and drifted off to sleep.

I woke at first light and was treated to a wonderful sight. As my eyes adjusted to the meagre light I could look under the table and see Denise sleeping on her bed opposite me. More specifically, I could make out both her breasts clearly uncovered as she had popped out of her nighty in her sleep. Her breasts were round and full and milky white compared to her tanned upper chest. I started stroking my cock again, working myself up to another orgasm before drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up the second time it was much later in the morning. The other three were all awake but still in bed reading. I noted that Denise's breasts were fully covered, and I wondered what her reaction had been when she woke up and discovered she was on display. I briefly panicked about the state of my own clothes, but a quick check revealed that my sleepwear had dried out completely.

When the others noticed I was now awake, the van came to life with chatter. The conversation was very relaxed and friendly. Everyone came in for a bit of good-natured ribbing, especially Kelly who was teased by Denise for her apparent innocence and naivety.

As if to highlight Denise's point, Kelly climbed down from her bed above the driving seat and declared she needed to use the toilet. She stood in the middle of the van, clearly expecting everyone to go outside. However, the rest of us were all comfortable and slow to budge. Sharon spoke for us all when she said, "We have to work out some way around all this."

"What do you mean?" Kelly asked.

"This whole modesty thing. It's a real pain in the ass. I don't think we really have enough room for it." Sharon thought deeply for a few moments. "I've got an idea. Obviously I can't force you guys to co-operate, but if you hear me out you will see this will make living together so much easier. And Kelly, maybe you need to realise what impact being a movie star can have upon your privacy."

Sharon asked us all to sit around the table. Kelly slid in next to Denise on her side of the table while Sharon sat down next to me. She carefully explained her idea.

"What we need to do is just get the whole undressing thing and everything else out of the way. It's the same for a lot of other jobs like modelling. There's just no room for modesty. I propose that we all just get naked now, use the toilet with everyone else listening, and just leave our hang-ups behind us."

There were a few moments of thoughtful silence, followed by a few nervous giggles. The idea got immediate support from Denise. With a cheeky grin on her face she said "Cool, let's play strip poker."

Denise's suggestion provided a real catalyst and the conversation gathered momentum. All of a sudden it appeared assumed that this would happen - all we had to do was find a suitable method for making it happen. Unfortunately, there were no cards or game of any kind anywhere in the campervan. It looked like our plan might founder. Ever the practical one, Sharon proposed a simple solution. She grabbed four of her business cards and wrote the numbers one to four on the back.

"We will each take a turn to take off one item of clothing, just sitting where we are. The order will be determined by the draw of the cards. We will repeat the process until we are naked. Then we will each take a turn to stand up and turn around so everyone can see. Then we will each take a turn to use the toilet. I'm sure that if we can show off our bodies and do a pee without the sky falling on our heads, then we will be able to live together without a lot of fuss. Denise, how many items of clothing are you wearing?"

Denise giggled. "Two." It was clearly impossible for the answer to have been any more.

"Steve?"

"Two."

"Kelly?"

"Three," Kelly whispered.

"I'm wearing three as well," said Sharon. "That's easily fixed." Without a moment's hesitation Sharon stood up, pushed her pyjama pants down and stepped out of them. It was such an incredibly confident and sexy move that my heart seemed to stop beating. There was a brief glimpse of white panties, but her pyjama top effectively covered her as she sat down again at my side. She then looked expectantly across at Kelly.

It dawned on me that Kelly had been very quiet during our conversation and had not actually agreed to do anything. She was looking nervous and indecisive, and embarrassed by the attention that was now being directed at her.

"I don't think I can do this," she finally said.

"Come on Princess," said Denise. "Have some fun with this. Steve's a nice enough guy."

"Look, I'm not as innocent as you all think. I'm not a virgin you know. I can't help it - I just get really embarrassed. It's instinctive. Anyway, I have no intention of taking part in some orgy."

"No one's talking about having an orgy," said Sharon. "Nobody will touch you without your consent. As for the embarrassment thing, what better way to get over it than this? All of us want to increase the trust between us. We're all going to be very supportive."

Kelly continued to hesitate until Sharon finally suggested a compromise that we were all happy with. Kelly would start with three items of clothing, meaning that she would do each challenge one turn behind the rest of us.

"I still insist on no touching," she said, looking in my direction.

"You have my word," I replied. "I assume the same goes for you other two?"

"Me too," said Denise. "You're a nice enough guy, but I don't really swing that way, if you get my meaning."

The look of surprise on Sharon and Kelly's faces made me burst out laughing. They hadn't suspected anything until now. After the shock wore off, they joined in laughing at the situation. My only worry was that this would make Kelly change her mind again.

"Are you still OK with this?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied. "I'm not homophobic. My sister's a lesbian, although I'm not." She smiled at Denise. "I guess my no touching rule doesn't just apply to Steve."

Denise gave a huge grin. "Damn!" she giggled.

"What about your no touching rules?" I asked Sharon.

She smiled enigmatically. "I'll make up my rules as I go along." My heart leapt in my chest.

With that we got started. I'm sure all our bladders were hurrying us along. We each grabbed one of Sharon's cards. Kelly drew number one. "I guess that's fair," she said as she wriggled out of her shorts without standing up. The table effectively obscured Sharon's and my view, but not Denise's.

"Pink!" Denise said, in reply to my unspoken question. Kelly blushed.

Sharon had number two. She smiled at me with the first real flash of nervousness I had ever seen on her face. I held my breath as she slowly unbuttoned her pyjama top and slipped it off, revealing her breasts and her white cotton panties. Her breasts weren't particularly large but were exceedingly well proportioned. What surprised us all was their somewhat tanned appearance.

"Tanning booth," she replied to Denise's query.

I was number three so I quickly pulled off my T-shirt before looking expectantly at Denise. She hesitated momentarily before pulling her nighty off over her head. Her white globes spilled into view, and I have to say that I didn't appear to be the only one taking in the view. They were clearly the largest in the room.

"Like them?" Denise asked me.

I grinned. "I've seen them before," I replied nonchalantly.

"What..? When..?" she spluttered. Then she realised. "Did you see them when I was asleep?"

My continued smile was all the answer she needed. She blushed, but continued to push out her chest proudly.

We moved on to the next step. This time it was me who drew number one. Denise drew two, Sharon three, and Kelly four. I would be the first one naked. I pushed my boxers down to my feet and left them on the floor. Sharon, who was sitting next to me, got a real eyeful as my erection stood up between my legs. She did nothing to conceal the look of excitement on her face. Kelly and Denise both started to crane their necks to see over the table, but I decided to make them wait by moving forward to deny them a view.

Denise copied my actions as she removed her last item of clothing. From where I was sitting I couldn't see anything at all between her waist and her knees. By leaning back in my seat, the best I could do was check out her discarded panties on the floor. They were black and lacy.

Sharon was third naked. She was not shy about peeling off her panties right next to me. Her bush was dark like the rest of her hair and her tan extended all over. She did nothing to conceal herself from my steady gaze.

I eventually tore my eyes away from Sharon as it was Kelly's turn to finally show some skin. Her resolve wavered for a few moments before she finally took the plunge. Without bothering to unbutton her top she just pulled it off over her head. Her breasts were smaller than Sharon's and pointy, accentuated by her erect nipples. She blushed deeply and covered them instinctively before forcing herself to place her hands by her sides. We all offered words of encouragement and she smiled nervously. She gathered and shuffled the cards and dealt them out face up. This round would see her lose her panties and the rest of us showing ourselves off.

Sharon was first. She seemed to have a never-ending supply of sexy confidence. She stood in the middle of the campervan with her arms out from her sides and did a slow turn. Her legs seemed impossibly long, and her beauty was overwhelming. When her long hair fell forward over her breasts she immediately pushed it back over her shoulder. Then she went down to the other end of the van and sat on her own bed awaiting the rest of the show.

Kelly had number two, so she pushed off her panties. They were pinker than her blush, but there wasn't much in it. Her lower body remained hidden by the table. Then it was Denise's turn. Kelly had to stand up to let Denise out from her seat. Without thinking Kelly covered herself with her hands as she briefly stood up. All of us were too kind to comment on her modesty. Denise treated us to a show just as Sharon had done. Her breasts wobbled as she moved, and her pubic hair was surprisingly blond, giving a hint as to her true hair colour. She then joined Sharon on her bed. They had front row seats for my impending show.

As I stood up, my unveiling brought a gasp and giggles from Kelly and raucous cheers from Sharon and Denise. My erection stood out in front of me as I took my turn. I had heard that women were always more vocal in strip clubs than men, and the same applied now. I suspect that I was blushing too as I returned to my seat. I dealt the cards for our final round.

I was actually relieved to draw number one as my bladder was now very full. I scooted into the toilet and shut the door. Unfortunately my erection showed no signs of going away, so I had to contort myself to get it to point into the bowl. On the positive side of being a guy, I was able to aim into the side of the bowl and relieve myself with minimal noise.

I returned to my bed and Sharon ventured into the toilet. Looking around the van I could see the top half of Kelly and all of Denise. Denise was sitting with her legs askew. With one hand she was caressing one of her breasts while her other hand ventured between her legs. She didn't seem at all concerned that Kelly and I were both watching with mute fascination. Her fingers started working faster and her eyes started to glaze. My own hand was now stroking up and down my penis in rhythm with her.

The sounds of Sharon in the toilet were audible but only just. As she opened the door she paused in surprise at the sight of Denise. Instead of sitting down at Denise's side, she crossed the room and slid in next to me. She looked me in the eye as a means of seeking my permission before she gingerly reached out and placed her hand on my erection. I groaned loudly, causing both Denise and Kelly to look in our direction.

The interruption reminded Denise of the situation, so she took her turn in the toilet. Sharon and I continued to explore each other with our hands as Kelly looked on. Sharon's hands were rubbing my cock in a steady rhythm while my hands wandered over her breasts before eventually heading for her pussy. My finger found her clit and brought forth a moan. We kissed for the first time, gently at first then with passion. As we kissed, I could still sense Kelly watching us silently and intently.

Denise came back into the room and sat down again on Sharon's bed. Sharon and I stopped kissing and turned to face Kelly, while our hands continued their stroking beneath the table. "It's your turn Kelly," said Sharon. "You can do it."

Kelly took a deep breath and stood up, giving me my first view of her blond bush and cute ass as she turned around for us slowly. Her body was very trim and athletic, a testament to her commitment to her sport. She was still blushing, but she didn't rush her movements or attempt to cover her body. Once she had shown herself to the rest of us at least as long as anyone else had, she opened the toilet door and stepped inside. She must have really needed to go - after all, she was the one who had wanted to go first soon after we woke up that morning. However, her nervousness still caused a very long pause before we finally heard her pee.

I saw Denise beginning to masturbate again while Sharon and I returned to our kissing and groping. Denise's legs were wide open and she was fully on display. My view of her was disrupted in a good way as Sharon pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. Using her hand she guided my erection inside of her and started riding me. I reflected that this was my first sex in over a year. It was sensational.

"Oh my goodness!" Kelly had just opened the toilet door and surveyed the scene in front of her. I could look past Sharon and see Kelly's face. It was a mixture of shock, nervousness, and raw excitement. She stood and stared for what felt like a full minute before giving in to the excitement. She returned to the bed where Denise had slept, which afforded her a good view of everyone. Not feeling as brave and carefree as Denise, she draped a blanket over her lower body. From my position lying on my back I could observe Kelly under the table. It was obvious that she was masturbating frantically under the blanket. Her breathing was soon as short and laboured as everyone else's.

I'm not sure, but I suspect that Denise came first. I certainly came before Sharon did. I reached my hand down to her clit and quickly finished her off. We continued kissing as we lay in each other's arms and listened to Kelly. It didn't seem fair to do anything that might spoil the atmosphere for her. I couldn't tell what Denise was doing. I guess the temptation to watch Kelly may have been irresistible. Whatever she did, it didn't prevent Kelly from eventually reaching her own orgasm.

We all stayed silent for a long time as we contemplated what we had just done, wondering if anyone was having regrets. Thankfully it was Kelly who broke the silence. "Thank you!" she said. "I cannot believe how comfortable I am with you guys now. And comfortable with myself."

Kelly stood up and, without covering herself, started preparing breakfast. We were all starving. We all stayed naked until Sharon finally declared that we needed to get to work. Even then, when Sharon and I pulled on our wetsuits and Kelly put on her bikini, Denise walked naked out onto the beach carrying just a towel and lay down in the sun. She stayed that way until a car arrived with two male surfers inside. Even then, Denise calmly lay on her front until they were out in the waves. Then she stood up, wrapped her towel around her, and wandered back to the campervan to put on her bikini.

Sharon's plan had definitely worked as intended. We were all comfortable with our bodies around each other with no worries about modesty. Sharon and I continued as lovers. Apart from frequent ironic cries to "get a room", the other two were remarkably tolerant and supportive of our antics. Kelly and her surfboards moved out of "the attic" (as we were now calling it) so that Sharon and I could sleep together with a small degree of privacy. Denise started flirting openly with Kelly to the point where it became a good-natured standing joke. A close bond did develop between the two of them. For example, Kelly soon moved from sleeping in Sharon's old bed to sleeping in my old bed to be closer to Denise. As far as I could tell, their relationship was never anything other than platonic. It was difficult to tell how Denise felt about this. I suspect she developed a genuine crush on Kelly. Still, that must be a common burden homosexual people have to bear - developing unrequited crushes on straight people.

Sharon and I are still together and starting our own business. Does anyone need any movies made?

The End

Chris Warner
June 2005

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