Clip Porn Soft

Clip Porn Soft Sex picture

2004-08-01T12:42:00.000-07:00

Clip Porn Soft Sex story

2004-07-31T05:22:00.000-07:00

Love in the sun

The offshore breeze moved the leaves of the palm trees as he stirred
the coals, feeiling their raw heat. He nodded and smiled, reaching for
the four large fillets from the fish he had caught that afternoon.
Putting them on the grill they sizzled, giving off a delightful smell.
Sitting back on his haunches he looked down the beach, where he could
see her approach.

His lover was not a skinny, girlish thing, but a woman, with a woman's
special charms, her age of almost 60 not altering her beauty one bit.
She wore a wrap-around skirt and a simple halter top that only served
to accentuate the firm roundness of her hips and swell of her breasts.
He watched her as she walked toward him in the evening sun, her hips
swaying just right, setting his manhood to twitching at the thought of
what they would be doing in a few hours. Her long, blond curls moved
in the wind as she smiled at him, her green eyes on his blue ones.
Around her neck was a thong with a single shark's tooth on it. Her
skin was slightly tanned with no blemishes.

He picked up the skewered vegetables and put them on the grill, along
with the fish and stood to greet her, taking her in his arms and
kissing her. She returned his kiss, pressing her breasts against him,
her hips butting up against his hardening manhood.

"Did you have a good walk?" he asked.

"Yes, I did. Dinner smells wonderful. I'll make the drinks," she
said, pulling away reluctantly. He wore only a pair of baggy shorts
and she ran her hands over his tanned torso as she moved. She walked
into the hut among the trees and entered, getting the juice and ice out
and making their drinks, tall cold ones with sliced fruit and a dash of
rum.

She brought the fogged glasses out and they sipped them, then kissed,
thier mouths cold from the drinks. She smiled as him as he turned the
vegetables and fish over, putting teriyaki sauce them as he did. She
turned and gathered the dished and silverware and set the small table
in front of the hut as he finished the barbeque.

He put the fish and veggies on the platter and took them to the table
as she sat. He portioned the fish and vegetables out and then sat,
sharing a silent toast with her. They at the fish and vegetables,
talking about the day and their plans for the next, knowing what was in
store for the night, as it always was. He looked at her top and could
see her hard nipples poking through the thin material of her top. He
thought of what they tasted like and knew he would have them in his
mouth soon.

They finished dinner and sat on just above the tide line in old deck
chairs, their hands intertwined, as they watched the sun go down and
finished their drinks. Finally, as the sun disappeared they stood and
walked, arms around each other, up to the darkness of the hut.

The bedroom had large, open windows with just screens in them, allowing
the sea air to cool the room. The large futon filled the center of the
dark room, beckoning them. He took her in his arms, kissing her
deeply, her hands running over her body, her hands taking in his
shoulders and arms, then running down to his ass, slipping into his
shorts. She pulled them down then, kneeling before him.

He stepped out of the shorts, smiling down at her as she stroked his
rising manhood, her hands soft. He would feel her breath on it as she
caressed him. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed him then and he goraned
aloud as her skillful tongue wrapped itself around it, teasing him a
little as she pulled back, just the tip of her tongue running lightly
over the tender underside of his cock. Her hand caressed his balls as
the other ran over his thigh.

She started sucking in earnest then, her mouth taking almost his entire
cock in with each stroke. The sound of her mouth working on his cock,
slurping and sucking, filled the quiet room. She stopped then, kissing
his balls.

He lifted her up then, kissing her his hands finding the knot between
her breasts, pulling on it, undoing it. The top fell away then,
exposing her white, soft breasts with their pink nipples. He caressed
them, pinching her nipples gently as she gasped, and shuddered. He
knelt in front of her then, kissing her nipples, sucking the hungrilly
as she whimpered.

"Oh, god, that feels so good," she said, her hands running through his
hair. Her nipples tasted sweet and tender, her tits smelled just a
little of the salt spray and her own musk. He kissed and licked their
undersides, his hands undoing her skirt and letting it drop to the
floor. His hands ran over the incredibly soft skin of her ass, feeling
her warmth.

She sighed and pushed her hips against him as he kissed her belly and
thighs, the musk of her sex reaching his nose, a heady, potent scent of
sex and need. His hands ran up and down her firm thighs, touching the
soft, pliant skin. He kissed her at the top of her sex, his tongue
just touching her. She shuddered and pushed against him, her hands
pulling his head to her as she whimpered.

He finally succumbed to her need and parted her pussy lips with his
tongue, flicking it across her clitoris as she cried out. First one,
then two fingers, slipped into her hot, wet slit, parting her lips as
he licked her. His tongue worked at her as his fingers slipped in and
out of her. Suddenly he pulled back and grabbed her and turned her
toward the bed, lowering her to it. He knelt between her legs,
spreading them wide as he dived back into her, his tongue spreading her
lips as his fingers reentered her, making her moan and arch her back.

Her head moved from side to side and her legs quivered as he ate her,
sending feelings up her spine amd through her belly to her tits, making
her lose track of time as he delved into her being with his tongue and
hands. She grabbed her tits then, massaging and pinching them as her
hips gyrated, her loins on fire with her passion. She wanted him to
never stop what he was doing, but knew it would, wanting his cock in
her when she reached her peak.

"OH, god, fuck me, please, I need you in me!" she cried out, pulling
him up. He helped her move to the center of the bed and climbed up and
over her, looking down at her as she grabbed his hips and pulled his
hard member toward her hot cunt. He held himself back, kissing her
neck, his hands digging into the mane of curly blond hair, his thighs
spreading her legs wide while he just rubbed his hardness against the
opening to her deep, hot insides. She moaned and grabbed his hips,
tring to make him enter her. He looked down at her in the dim light
then and while he did he entered her, meeting her passionate, needfull
gaze with his own burning look of desire.

His cock slipped into her hot wetness and he groaned, pushing it in a
little at a time, pulling it out and then back in. Finally he was all
the way in and then, holding her head in his hands he kissed her as he
pressed his cock in all the way, seeking the bottom of her love tunnel.
She groaned through his kiss, her hands grabbing his ass and pulling
him in as his legs wrapped around his legs. She met his thrust with
her own strong thrust, their public bones grinding together as they
slowly started fucking. He pulled his cock only half out, then in then
out, hitting her clit with his pubic bones each time, rocking his hips
to grind it into her. He lifted himself up then and started to fuck
her faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her hot, wet cunt, her
cunt grasping and sucking at him as he fucked her, luxuriating in the
feeling of her.

They became one organism then, their bodies melding into one creature,
their minds seemingly together as their bodies met, combined and
joined. She arched her back, her entire being concentrating on the
feeling between their bodies, the feeling in her groin and belly taking
over as she neared her orgasm. It was coming faster than usual, but it
was intense and incredible as it grew and overwhelmed her... He joined
in her rising passion, feeling her heat, the shuddering in her breath,
the shaking of her legs as she neared an earthshaking orgasm.

Finally she could not keep it back any longer and started to moan and
then scream as she came and came, her cunt wrapping around his cock,
suckin on it, willing him to cum, which he did as well, his hot, white
spunk shooting into her hot, wet cunt, filling her as she cried out and
he answered her with a groan and a shout of her name.

It took a moment for them to stop fucking but finally they were done,
their bodies spent, as they held one another and kissed a long, hungry
kiss, their juices flowing out of her together. With a heave he
climbed off of her and fell on his back, feeling the light wind
crossing him as he lay there, his heart thudding and his breath coming
in gasps.

They lay there for a time, catching their breath. She reached over
then and grasped his hand.

"That was great, old man," she said, whispering.

"Best one yet," he said.

"Come one, let's wash up," she said, dragging him off the bed. She led
him out of the hut to the beach, where they waded into the surf until
the water was to their waists, where they embrassed and kissed, letting
the salt water wash them clean as the moon reflected off of the sea,
silhouetting their bodies.

Clip Porn Soft sex links:

Clip Porn Soft Sex picture

2004-07-29T12:45:00.000-07:00

Clip Porn Soft sex links:

Clip Porn Soft Sex story

2004-07-26T22:34:00.000-07:00

CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 1)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her friend Tarryn, with longish fair hair and deep
green eyes, was quite different. She was most
independent and wanted to do everything herself, thank
you very much. She wouldn�t let me pick her up, but
grabbed hold of the rails and tried to scramble up
herself. She was so small that she had almost to do
the splits to get her leg on to the bar at the back of
the truck, and of course revealed a pair of tiny white
panties as she did so, with a little gap visible
between her legs and the elastic as she stretched her
legs so hard, giving me a glimpse of a darker pink
puffy-looking little mound inside.

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

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

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

Other girls I knew had left the country, as diplomatic
staff often do, including the lovely little Angela who
had loved me well but tried hard to hide it. On the
same side as myself was the cute Nikki, and I couldn�t
help wondering what sort of panties she was wearing
this time. She seems to wear a different colour every
day, although I still like those soft, silky white
ones the best.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

�I�m afraid the school rules don�t allow you to do
that, dear,� replied Aunt Sue, her expression showing
what she thought of such unrealistic regulations. �I
know it�s hot . . .�

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Looking at the girls, I soon found the answer to one
of my earlier questions. Nikki was wearing pale
violet-coloured panties today. She had forgotten to
zip up her skirt and I could see the elastic top of
them on her hip. Often before the camp when I saw her
I would sidle up to her and ask her teasingly, �And
what colour are you wearing today?� And she would
giggle shyly and tell me, and usually show me as well.
But this time she was among a group of other girls,
so I couldn�t very well do that this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(To be continued)

CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 2)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

�I bet Shelley isn�t,� I answered with a grin.

�No, Shelley�s sleeping naked,� Cindy told me, as if I
didn�t know. �She says you�re all naturists and you
all go naked when you can.�

�Yes, but we can�t do it here,� I said. �Anyway, what
are you doing outside? You should have put something
else on when you came out.�

�I need a wee,� Cindy explained, though I didn�t
believe her. �I�m just going to the toilet.� She
casually pulled her panties outwards and downwards at
the waist, and then let them spring back with the
elastic. I almost gasped as I thought I saw a little
bit of pubic hair down there. My heart pumped and I
could feel my penis swelling somewhat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

�Hope you don�t mind my hands there,� I said to her.

�Why?� she asked.

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

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

�Now I can feel something different,� I told her.

She giggled. �I don�t mind,� she said. �And you
shouldn�t, because you�re a naturist.� After a
moment�s silence, she continued, �Why are you a
naturist?�

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

She reached down a hand and patted me on my shorts,
right above my penis. �Why don�t you take your shorts
off now, then?� she asked.

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

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

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

�I�m going to take my panties off,� Cindy announced a
minute later. So saying, she slipped her hands inside
the elastic, raised her knees, lifted her bottom and
pulled her panties all the way down, slipping them off
over her ankles. She tossed them gaily to one side.
She kept her knees up, so I couldn�t see anything.

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

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

�I can�t do it when you�re sitting on me,� I
explained.

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

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

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

�Plenty,� I assured her. �Some very pretty ones,
too.�

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn�t truthfully tell her I loved her, so I just
put my head close to hers and kissed her gently on her
soft warm cheek. She turned her head and smiled into
my eyes. Then she kissed me on the mouth. I didn�t
like that too much as it was very wet.

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

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

She giggled again, and I began to feel rather tired of
her silliness, although I suppose she couldn�t help
it. �It�s about time we were getting back to the
dorms,� I said.

She suddenly looked alarmed. �I don�t want to,� she
said. �I like it here. I like being with you.�

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(To be continued)

CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 3)

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

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

The little Tarryn was different. She didn�t seem to
be particularly shy, but for some reason she seemed to
hate being treated like a little girl. I had already
found out that I couldn�t help her with anything, and
she didn�t even like the older girls picking her up or
swinging her around or doing anything else with her.
I could see Tarryn standing by herself nearby while
the other girls were laughing and playing with their
favourite toy called Vicky, with an unsmiling and
unemotional face.

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

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

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

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

With a grunt of annoyance, for the benefit of anybody
watching me, although nobody was closer than the group
of noisy girls about ten metres away, I crouched down
and searched under the steps for my coins, scrabbling
in the thick layer of dust with my fingers. From that
position I could see right underneath the whole
dormitory to the other side. Spying like this isn�t
my usual way at all, but I just couldn�t pass up an
opportunity like this.

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

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

I can see everything vividly now, and it still causes
my heart to flutter and my loins to warm. Two knees
with panties wrapped around them, the tops of them
just visible under the dormitory floor. A glimpse of
a white blouse at the top behind it above the inside
of the skirt, as far up Tarryn as I could see, which
was just as well as it meant she couldn�t have seen
me. Then a cute little belly button, and white flesh
down to an open vagina below it, just above the twin
bulges of her white bottom, with the dark blue skirt
hanging down behind. As I watched, a strong stream of
liquid splashed down from the middle of it all on to
the hard ground.

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

Looking around casually, I thought that only Cindy had
been taking any notice of me, and she had just been on
her way over to see what I was doing. I didn�t think
she suspected anything, though, or I would have read
it in her face. She had tried to renew our friendship
first thing that morning, but I had quietly warned her
that if anybody had missed her the night before and
then seen us together the next morning, they might
suspect where she had been and it would certainly stop
us meeting again. That seemed to keep her away from
me for the next couple of days, but I often found her
eyes following me and she still gave me the occasional
flash of underwear. Once she pulled her blouse
forward to give me a view of a little breast on the
pretext of scratching an itch.

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

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

�Vicky, we�re waiting for you to keep quiet,� I told
her.

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

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

�That�s enough, Vicky; you keep quiet and do as you
told,� I said very strongly and sternly. I knew I had
to win this battle right away or neither I nor any of
the other junior leaders would be able to do anything
with her and we would also lose the respect of the
other first-formers. �Any more noise from you, and
you don�t play this game.�

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

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

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

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

I tried to think of an excuse to wander round to the
back of the girls� dormitories. I couldn�t, so in the
end I just decided to try and make it look as if I was
going on a stroll all round the very outside of the
campsite. The campsite was part of a larger area that
had a high fence all around it, while our area was
separated from the wilder part by a low grass fence
about twenty metres beyond the dormitories. So I
strolled down to the bottom end, looked out at the
scenery, the trees and the hills visible there, and
then turned to my left to continue my stroll behind
the girls� dormitories.

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

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

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

�What�s the matter, Tarryn?� I asked her gently. I
wanted to put my arms round her, but could tell that
she wouldn�t have liked that at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she didn�t try to turn her body away from me.
That gave me hope, and I dared to act. Very gently I
put one hand on her knee and the other on her shoulder
and whispered in her ear, �Am I allowed to help you
this time?�

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

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

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

She did make a good effort to smile, but couldn�t
quite manage it. �You ready to come back to the
others now?� I asked her.

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

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

(To be continued)

CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 4)

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

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

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

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

�Vicky, where�s Tarryn?� I asked her quietly.

This hadn�t been what Vicky was expecting, so she took
a moment to answer. The guilt disappeared from her
face, and then she shrugged her shoulders, spread out
her hands and said carelessly, �I dunno.� Her tone of
voice showed that she really meant, �How should I
know?�

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

�It�s her fault,� said Vicky precociously, shrugging
it off. �She doesn�t want to play.�

�You mean she doesn�t want to play the same way that
you do,� I said quietly, but clearly enough for the
other girls to hear. �She came along on this camp as
your friend, and you were the only person she really
knew. But you take no notice of her. How would you
feel if that happened to you?�

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

�She�s round the back of that dormitory,� I said,
indicating the one.

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

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

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

Marina looked after the little Tarryn brilliantly.
She sat between the two of us at the evening meal, and
we found out that she is really a very interesting
talker once she feels she has somebody willing to
listen to her. My guess is that she�s ignored at
home, which makes her feel that nobody wants to listen
to her and that she has to be self-reliant and
independent. I tried hard to keep from my mind that
picture of her urinating behind the dormitory, but it
wasn�t easy, as that was when I first felt so tenderly
for her.

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

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

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

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

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

�I can walk a bit, I think,� she said, and tried. She
didn�t do too badly, but it didn�t look as if she
would be able to handle the four or five kilometres we
still had to go to reach the campsite again.

Marina�s junior leader, a rather plump ineffective
girl called Susan, tried to take charge. She put an
arm round Kelly and tried to help support her as she
limped along, but it wasn�t very successful. I came
over to the other side and Kelly tried to put an arm
round each of our necks, but Susan was quite a bit
taller than Kelly and I was quite a bit taller than
Susan, so it didn�t work at all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kelly turned to me at the door of her dormitory and,
blushing slightly, thanked me with a smile. �Aren�t
you going to give him a kiss?� Shelley asked Kelly
jokingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(To be continued)

CAMPING ADVENTURE (CHAPTER 5)

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

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

All went according to plan to start with. I won�t
bore you with the details of the cleaning up and the
walk, except to say that Kelly was able to walk most
of the way herself now, and I just gave her a
piggyback at the end when her ankle was getting a
little sore.

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

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

�I don�t really mind,� I said.

I think Shelley knew that I would just prefer to be
with Marina, because she tackled Marina: �Come on,
Marina, let�s go and explore by ourselves with Roy.
He doesn�t mind what we do.�

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

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

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

Earlier that morning I had come across Nikki on the
way to breakfast and, with nobody else in earshot, had
asked her teasingly as usual, �What do you have for me
today?� She smiled with that beautiful fresh face of
hers and answered in a seductive whisper, �Your
favourites!� But she hadn�t shown me, with others
around who might have seen, and she had remembered to
do up the zip on her skirt this time.

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

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

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

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

�So do I,� piped up Vicky loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The quarry was now a lake, and we could see a little
waterfall splashing down into it almost opposi