Playing Away (Erotic story set in the Lake District)

3 Chillies - HOT!

This is a continuation of the Match of the Day story involving a chance meeting with two attractive football supporters. This story is hotter than the original and is definitely 3 on the Chilli scale. This erotic story is set in the Lake District (UK).

When I returned from my unforgettable trip to see Manchester United play in the European Champions League at Old Trafford, I was greeted by Lily and Katie, who couldn’t wait to tell me that they’d spotted me in the crowd during the TV coverage and that they noticed I was sitting next to two beautiful girls. They seemed rather jealous. They wanted to know if they were as good-looking in real life as they had appeared on TV; I was able to tell them that they were even better. They asked me if I had spoken to them; I confirmed that I had. I told them I was lucky to be seated where I was, but I didn’t think it prudent to mention that I’d given their tickets to these girls, or that I’d seen them virtually naked, and they’d seen me totally naked! I did tell them, though, that I hadn’t succeeded in getting any money back on their ‘unused’ tickets.

 

Lily and Katie didn’t seem too upset that I hadn’t managed to get them a refund; they were just happy that I’d enjoyed my birthday present even though they weren’t able to come with me. Of course, we were all delighted that United had won. Katie soon recovered from her flu, and we all returned to our normal routine. I often thought of Stephanie and Samantha and wondered what they were doing, and whether they ever thought of me. Although I’d been with them barely six hours, I missed them both dreadfully. I’d done more with them in those six hours than I’d done with Lily and Katy in six years; I’d never seen Lily and Katy topless, and they’d certainly never seen me naked! I was resigned to the fact that I would probably never see my Northern friends again unless a cameraman spotted them on the terraces and showed them on TV when I happened to be watching.

 

Then, out of the blue, about a month after the match, I received a lengthy text message from Stephanie. She asked if I was okay. Thanked me for taking them to the match. Said that they’d had fun at the hotel and that they were feeling guilty for duping me WRT their pussies. She then went on to invite me up to stay with them in Cumbria, hinting that they would ‘go further’ than they had at the hotel. She explained that they had booked a romantic cabin in the Lake District for the weekend and that they would be delighted to show me ‘everything the area had to offer’ – with a winking emoji.

 

I read the text a couple of times; it seemed genuine. Images of the girls came flooding back to me. I re-read the line where Stephanie had hinted that they would ‘go further’ than they had at the hotel and recalled that both girls had stripped down to just their panties then; if they were going to ‘go further’ than that, I was in for a treat! Just the thought of them set my heart racing and made me go stiff. Maybe my ‘threesome fantasy’ was alive again!

 

I was free for the weekend that they’d proposed, so I quickly responded that I’d be delighted to accept their very kind offer. Stephanie replied with a heart emoji and sent me the address of the cabin where they – or should I say ‘we’ – were to stay. She also advised me to pack some sturdy boots and wet-weather gear as they planned to do some hiking, and they knew I was a southern softie. She also cheekily added that we wouldn’t be wearing lots of clothes all the time. This was accompanied by a winking emoji.

 

The journey from my place to the Lake District was over 350 miles. I considered taking the train, but it was no quicker than driving, considering the cross-London connections, and it was significantly more expensive. Additionally, there was always the risk of rail engineering work being conducted over the weekend. Taking my car also meant I wouldn’t be tied to public transport or relying on the girls to get me about when we were at the cabin – it did sound rather remote. It also meant I could take Stephanie and Samantha some gifts from my local area.  

     

I worked out that it would be at least a six-hour drive from my place to the cabin, even with favourable traffic conditions. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with the girls, which meant an early start. I thought that if I left at about 5 am, I would hopefully be with them by 11 am. The thought of seeing the girls again and spending a couple of days – and nights (!) – with them was exciting beyond words. I couldn’t wait!

 

I barely slept on the Friday night before I was due to travel, I was so excited at the prospect of seeing the gorgeous girls again. By 5 am on Saturday, I’d packed the car and was already on my way. The journey north was uneventful. The weather was sunny and pleasantly warm, with relatively light traffic, even on the usually busy M25. I was making good time. By 8 am, I was already past Birmingham, which was ‘up North’ as far as I was concerned, even though it was only about halfway to my destination. I kept thinking of the girls and what we might see and do together. I must admit that some of the things that I thought of caused me to go stiff!

 

By 9.30 am, I was in the Manchester area. The skies were now leaden, and it was threatening to rain. I stopped off for fuel and a coffee. I texted Stephanie to let her know what progress I was making and when I expected to be with them. Being so close to Manchester brought the memories flooding back of that first encounter with the girls. My heart beat a little quicker, and my stomach fluttered like butterflies on a summer day. It was tempting to divert into Salford and visit the restaurant where I’d first seen the girls; maybe even call in at the hotel where we’d literally seen so much of each other. Thrilling though that would have been, I didn’t want to delay seeing the girls in the flesh [so to speak!] again.

 

I resumed my journey; I was now venturing into ‘pastures new’. It was an area I’d never visited before. I’d admitted as much to the girls, and they’d admonished me for it.  I must admit the scenery was stunning; no wonder the girls were so enthusiastic about it. Stephanie had sent me detailed directions for the final part of my journey; I was glad she had because the location was remote and secluded. I pulled onto a gravel drive that cut through the forest for about a mile before opening in front of a large log cabin. There was already a Seat Ateca parked in front. I pulled up next to it. I’d arrived! The time was 11.15 am. Not bad going.

 

At first sight, the cabin was much larger than I was expecting. It was raised off the ground and had a timber veranda the whole length of the front of the building overlooking the gravelled area where I’d parked. It was a single-story building of log construction, with large picture windows to the front and a set of patio doors in the centre. It wouldn’t look out of place in the wilds of America. I could easily imagine a bearded old man swaying back and forth on a creaking rocking chair, with a trusty dog lying at his feet, and a rifle propped against the wall beside him. As I took in the details of the structure, the doors opened, and Stephanie and Samantha emerged.

 

I exited my car and met them on the drive. I had butterflies in my stomach at just the sight of them. We warmly hugged and kissed like long-separated lovers, reunited after years of estrangement. Both girls looked stunning, just as I remembered them. Although it had only been a matter of weeks since I’d last seen them, there’s always that nagging doubt that memories can play tricks and rose-tinted recollections. Not a bit of it here, they were both as drop-dead gorgeous in real life as I’d imagined them to be.

 

Both girls were dressed in tight blue jeans and snug white T-shirts. I noticed straight away that Stephanie wasn’t wearing a bra; she’d got prominent ‘pokies’ that I could not only see, but I could feel pressing against my chest as she leaned in for an embrace. The vision brought back happy memories of seeing both the girls topless in the hotel room after the football. I hoped that we’d do the same again. Maybe this time I’d even get to fondle them. My mind was racing already.

 

I’d been so caught up in the delight of seeing the girls that I missed that we had been joined by a third girl. It wasn’t until Stephanie stepped aside and introduced her ‘bestie’ – Lucy - that I noticed that she was there. Lucy was an attractive girl of African-Caribbean heritage. Her skin was a radiant bistre tone that positively gleamed in the morning sunshine. She was slightly shorter than Samantha; like the other two girls, she had a toned but curvaceous body, with alluring breasts and shapely legs. Her jet-black hair was neatly braided. Her most captivating feature was her dazzling smile, which just exuded sassiness. My first impression – which proved to be correct – was that she was slightly younger than Stephanie. She was dressed casually in blue jeans and a tight V-neck jumper that emphasised her cleavage.

 

As Stephanie introduced us, I expected a polite shake of hands, or perhaps a light kiss to the cheek. Instead, Lucy confidently wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a tight hug and a full-on kiss on the lips. During our embrace, I felt her hands clench my buttocks. I looked into her gleaming dark brown eyes and saw they were full of sauciness. Instantly, I knew she was going to be fun.

 

Once my intense hug with Lucy had concluded, Samantha took me firmly by the hand and eagerly led me towards the cabin. She was like an excited child keen to show me a new toy. Internally, the front of the cabin had a modern open-plan living space with a large area for dining and relaxing. It was tastefully furnished in a minimalist style. Off to the left was a well-equipped kitchen/diner area with a breakfast bar, and to the right was a large screen TV fixed to the wall. There was also a striking log-burner with an ample supply of logs. The back wall contained a series of four doors.

 

“Isn’t it wonderful, Baz?” Samantha enthused, “Come look, the bedrooms are at the back.”

 

She grabbed my hand and led me to the first door on the right. She opened it up to reveal a delightful, simply furnished bedroom with twin beds.

 

“This is your room.” She said fervently, “I do hope you like it.”

 

She hardly gave me a chance to look inside before she closed the door and moved on to the next. She opened this one up to reveal a room almost identical to the first, apart from the décor. It too contained twin beds. There was an overnight bag and clothes strewn on the bed, including, I noticed, a pair of skimpy pink panties. Samantha saw them too.

 

“Whoops! You’ve barely been here five minutes, and I’m showing you my panties already!” She giggled, “As you’ve guessed, this is my room.”

 

She entered the room and quickly tucked the flimsy panties into the bag. She came back out and closed the door behind her.

 

“None of the bedroom doors have locks on them, so you’d be able to sneak into my room without me knowing.” She chuckled.

 

“And you could sneak into mine.” I countered.

 

“I might just do that!” she giggled.

 

We moved on to the next room. Samantha opened the door. This room contained a double bed, on which the bedding had recently been disturbed. There were a couple of bags on the floor.

 

“This is Stephanie and her girlfriend Lucy’s room,” Samantha announced, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

 

I stopped dead in my tracks. It was as if I’d been poleaxed; floored with a sucker punch. I felt as if I’d been stabbed in the heart. Stephanie, my ten-out-of-ten girl, had a girlfriend. My world collapsed around me.

 

“You okay?” Samantha said, sounding concerned, “You look very pale all of a sudden?”

 

“I’m fine.” I lied, “Just the effects of a long journey.”

 

“We’ve nearly finished the tour.” Samantha reassured me, “But I haven’t shown you the best bit yet.”

 

Samantha closed the door to Stephanie’s (and Lucy’s!) room. We moved on to the next, and final door, along the back wall. Samantha opened it to reveal a fully fitted bathroom.

 

“This is the bathroom,” Samantha announced unnecessarily, “It does have a lock on the door.”

 

We moved on to the kitchen area. I was following Samantha like a zombie, my eyes vacant. This was well-equipped with a wide range of modern appliances and plenty of cupboard space. There was a side door that led outside. Samantha opened it, and I followed her out. It opened to a charming patio area with a barbecue, sun loungers and garden furniture. The centrepiece, and no doubt what Samantha was so excited about, was a hot tub.

 

“Isn’t it great?” she enthused, “It seats up to six people. It’s got lots of fancy features. I can’t wait to try it, can you?”

 

“It looks terrific,” I said, trying to match Samantha’s energy level but failing miserably.

 

“It’s so secluded here; I think we will be able to use it without any clothes on.” She grinned, emphasising the ‘any’, “You’d be up for that, wouldn’t you?”

 

I was still reeling from Samantha’s surprise revelation about her sister. Had I really travelled for six hours to meet the girl of my dreams, only to find out that she was a lesbian? How had I not picked up on that in Manchester? My ‘Gaydar’ is usually most reliable. However, it would explain why we didn’t go as far as I would have liked in the hotel that night. I was thinking it must be me.

Then again, I suppose it could have been a lot worse; I could have come all this way only to learn that Stephanie had a thick, hairy-arsed Scouser for a boyfriend! I looked at Samantha and recalled that she, too, was a ten-out-of-ten. She was young, attractive, cheeky and vibrant. And Stephanie’s girlfriend, Lucy, was very hot. Suddenly, the discovery that Stephanie preferred girls seemed less of an issue. How could I possibly be disappointed at the chance of spending a weekend with three stunning girls? I could sense the colour return to my cheeks.

 

“I will if you will.” I smiled broadly.

 

“I think Lucy will be up for it too; she’s naughty like me. We’ve just got to convince my sister.” Samantha acknowledged.

 

The prospect of sharing a hot tub with three stunning naked girls did wonders to raise my spirits. I’d raised elsewhere, too!

 

“We'd better be getting back.” Samantha said, “The others will think I’ve kidnapped you and I’m having my wicked way with you.” She chuckled.

 

“I wish!” I laughed.

 

“Naughty!” Samantha giggled.

 

We made our way back inside. We found Stephanie and Lucy in the kitchen. I noticed that the box of goodies that I’d brought from home was on the breakfast table.

 

“I hope you don’t mind, Baz, but we’ve brought your stuff in from the car. We’ve put your overnight bag in your room, but we didn’t know what to do with this box?” Stephanie questioned.

 

“That’s a gift for you all of some local fare from where I come from.” I explained, “Feel free to open it.”

 

The girls didn’t need a second invitation. Soon, the box was empty, and the contents spread over the table. They included: three bottles of sparkling wine from a nearby vineyard, a bottle of local blackcurrant cider, a bottle of sloe gin, a bottle of our speciality Cherry Brandy, two packs of sausages, a selection of artisan cheeses and crackers, a couple of jars of chutney and an apple pie.

 

“Wow! Thank you.” Stephanie gushed, “We’ll be able to have a great party tonight!”

 

Stephanie leaned in and kissed me; I felt her bodacious, braless tits press delightfully against my chest. She smelt sensational, her evocative feminine amber perfume awakening memories of that eventful night in Manchester.

 

“It does seem rather heavy on the alcohol.” Samantha observed, “Not that I’m complaining!”

 

Samantha copied her sister and embraced me. She nuzzled in close to my ear and whispered:

 

“Sorry, I’ve got a bra on, so you won’t feel my tits as well as you did my sister’s.”

 

Finally, Lucy kissed me.

 

“Baz, you must have heard that I get really horny after a couple of bevvies.” She laughed.

 

“Lucy!” Stephanie admonished her girlfriend, then, looking to move the conversation quickly on, added, “Did my sister tell you what we’ve got planned for today?”

 

All I could recall was the four of us naked in the hot tub, so I just shook my head.

 

“As you’ve never been to the area before, we thought we would show you around Ambleside, do some shopping, then take a boat trip on Windermere. We can get lunch while we’re out.” Stephanie outlined, “Then tomorrow we’ll take you for a proper hike to see what you Southern softies are made of!”

 

“Sounds fun,” I said, thinking that four of us lazing naked in the hot tub would have been much more fun.

 

“We’ll take my car as you’ve had a long drive today already, and you’re probably not used to roads with bends in them.” Stephanie joshed.

 

“Have I got time to change?” Lucy asked, “As it’s a nice day, I’d like to slip a summer dress on so that I can top up my tan!” She chuckled.

 

“If you’re quick,” Stephanie instructed.

 

“If you’re doing that, I’ll swap my T-shirt for a blouse,” Samantha added.

 

“I think I’ll change my shoes.” Stephanie indicated.

 

With that, the girls disappeared into their respective rooms, leaving me on my own. Ten minutes later, they emerged. Lucy was now wearing a pure white, lightweight cotton sundress with thin shoulder straps, a tight bodice, and a loose, flowing skirt that finished well above her knees, giving her a youthful, playful appearance. The contrast between the white material and her dark skin and braided raven hair was breathtaking. She looked stunning and sexy. I could instantly see why Stephanie was attracted to her. Samantha had changed into a crisp white satin blouse, unbuttoned at the neck to flaunt her cleavage. Stephanie had swapped her trainers for sandals.

 

Soon after, we were in Stephanie’s car on our way to Ambleside. Stephanie was driving, with Lucy riding shotgun. I was in the back with Samantha. Once Samantha was satisfied that her sister was concentrating on her driving, she leaned over and whispered to me.

 

“I didn’t just change my top; I took my bra off as well. Look.”

 

With that, she opened the neck of her shirt to expose her delightful breasts. I could even see a cute nipple. She whispered to me again.

 

“I bet you’d like to feel them, wouldn’t you?”

 

Before I had a chance to respond, Stephanie interjected. She was looking in the driver’s mirror.

 

“What are you two whispering about?”

 

“Nothing,” Samantha replied guiltily, sitting back straight in her seat.

 

As the journey progressed, I noticed that Stephanie had her left hand on Lucy’s right leg. She gradually worked the hem of her lightweight dress up. I craned my neck to see more of Lucy’s smooth, ebony thigh exposed. Stephanie’s hand was now level with the top of Lucy’s leg; it could even have been inside Lucy’s panties – assuming she was wearing any. Lucy was murmuring with pleasure as discreetly as she could.

 

We arrived at Ambleside. Stephanie put both hands back on the steering wheel, and Lucy pushed the hem of her dress down. Even Samantha did one of the buttons up on her shirt so that she wasn’t showing as much cleavage. Stephanie found a spot to park the car. We all got out.

 

“Our first job is to get you some decent walking gear for tomorrow.” Stephanie said to me, “This is proper hill country, not the molehills that you’re used to down south.”

 

As we wandered through the small town, I was impressed by how clean it was and how friendly the people were. The buildings were mostly constructed from local slate. Their roofs were steeply pitched, suggesting the area was prone to heavy snowfall in the winter. Fortunately, today was sunny and warm for up north. However, it was quite breezy in the narrow streets. Several times, I thought that Lucy was going to experience a ‘Marilyn Monroe Moment’ as an updraft lifted her dress. So far, she had escaped without exposing more than a flash of thigh. But I lived in hope.

 

“I should have left my jeans on!” Lucy exclaimed as a particularly strong gust lifted her dress to almost the top of her thighs before she managed to regain control of it. “It wouldn’t be so bad, but I know what I‘m wearing underneath!” she giggled, her face flushed with embarrassment.    

 

We were now in what I took to be the centre of the town. There was an old cross and market stalls. There were several shops specialising in outdoor clothing. Stephanie picked one, and we went inside.

 

“First up, you’ll need some trousers. You can’t go hiking in those jeans. And you’ll need a waterproof coat. It may be sunny now, but it can soon change. And although your boots are okay, you could do with something sturdier.” Stephanie explained. She was turning into my mum!

 

“I’m in your capable hands,” I told her, sure that whatever I picked out, Stephanie would deem unsuitable.

 

I had noticed a change in the personality dynamics between the sisters. In Manchester, Stephanie had been shy and retiring, reliant on her more confident younger sister to take the lead. As Samantha was so brassy, this probably led Stephanie into situations that she was less than comfortable with. However, with Lucy at her side, Stephanie seemed more self-assured, more able to resist Samantha’s uninhibited influence. Indeed, she appeared to be protecting her little sister from doing anything rash; to save herself from herself.

 

Stephanie sorted through the racks of clothes and selected a couple of pairs of trousers and two lightweight waterproof jackets. Handing them to me, she said,

 

“Here, try these on. There’s a fitting room at the back of the shop.”

 

Before I could take the garments, Samantha had grabbed hold of them.

 

“Here, let me help.” She said, worryingly exuberantly, “I can show you where the changing room is.”

 

Samantha and I made our way to the back of the store and located the fitting room. It was situated in a small room, barely larger than a cupboard, and it had a chair and a full-length mirror. A corner of the room had been partitioned off to form a cubicle, with a curtain to the front, to afford some privacy. Samantha moved the chair so that it faced the cubicle directly. I entered the booth and pulled the curtain across. Samantha pulled it straight back.

 

“We needn’t bother with that!” she laughed, “I’ve seen it all before.”

 

Resigned to the fact that she was going to watch me undress despite my protestations, I moved my hands to the top of my jeans and undid them. Samantha shifted excitedly on the chair, leaning forward to get a better view. I started to pull my jeans down. I was wearing dark grey boxers underneath, which were soon revealed. I lowered the jeans to my ankles and stepped out of them. Undressing in front of Samantha had caused me to go stiff.

 

“Wow!” Samantha exclaimed, staring at my bulge, “This reminds me of what we did in Manchester! If you drop your pants and show me your pecker, I’ll pull down my jeans and panties and show you my pussy.” She giggled saucily.

 

“That’s what you said in Manchester.” I reminded her dismissively, “I’ll not fall for that again. Once bitten, twice shy.”

 

“I mean it this time.” She said, and to back up her claim, she undid her jeans to reveal she was wearing pale blue cotton panties underneath. “You’d like to see what’s under these, wouldn’t you?” she asked provocatively, pulling them down slightly.

 

“Your sister would never allow it,” I replied, taking in the splendid view.

 

“My sister’s not here. She’d never know.” Samantha reasoned.

 

Samantha had a point. One of the main reasons I’d ventured north was in the hope that the girls would fulfil their promise to show me more as recompense for the trick they’d played on me in Manchester. Now was the first opportunity for payback.

 

“Okay, I’ll do it!” I said excitedly.

 

“Great!” Samantha exclaimed, taking a tight hold of her jeans and panties, “I’ll count to three, and on three we’ll both drop ‘em. Agreed?”

 

“Agreed.” I chuckled.

 

“One. Two. Three!” Samantha announced.

 

On ‘three’, several things happened. As agreed, I pulled my boxers down and exposed my erect member. Samantha pulled her jeans and panties down and revealed her pussy. Separately, there was a knock at the door, and we heard Stephanie shout out:

 

“Are you decent? I’m coming in.”

 

As the door opened, I quickly slid the curtain across and pulled up my boxers. Samantha frantically did the same with her panties and jeans.

 

“Everything okay in here, Sis? You look a bit flustered?” Stephanie observed.

 

“Just fine,” Samantha responded, her voice shaky, indicating that things were far from fine.

 

I thought it best to distract Stephanie in case Samantha hadn’t managed to secure her jeans. I pulled the curtain back and faced Stephanie in my boxers. Her eyes were immediately drawn to my bulge. Whilst Stephanie was looking down, Samantha surreptitiously did up her jeans and mouthed ‘thank you’ to me.

 

“I’m so sorry.” Stephanie grovelled, “I didn’t intend to see you like this. In your pants.”

 

“It’s no problem.” I reassured her, “You’ve seen much more.”

 

“That’s true.” She grinned, “Anyway, the reason I’m here is that I wondered if you’d like to try these on? They were on the sale rack. They’re an excellent brand; they’re marked up at half price because they’re last season’s colours.”

 

As Stephanie spoke, she handed me a quality pair of hiking trousers. Once I’d taken them from her, she backed out of the changing room, apologising once more, her eyes fixed on my lump. I was alone with Samantha again.

 

“Phew! That was close!” Samantha exhaled heavily, “Do you think she saw?”

 

“She certainly saw that I was erect!” I commented, “She couldn’t stop looking at it.”

 

“It is rather noticeable.” Samantha sniggered, “Especially when you dropped your boxers.”

 

“You saw it then?” I quizzed.

 

“I did, but regrettably only briefly,” she huffed, “Did you see my pussy?”

 

“I’m not sure.” I confessed, “If I did, it was only as a fleeting glimpse. I can’t believe I came so close to seeing it.”

 

“I’ll make sure that you get another chance to see it properly.” She giggled, “In the meantime, you'd better try these trousers on.”

 

I tried the discounted trousers on; they fitted perfectly. I changed back into my jeans, and we went back to find the others. I told Stephanie that I’d take the trousers and a jacket that fitted nicely, too. I asked her if she’d selected any boots for me, but Stephanie was insistent that we go to another shop to pick out footwear. This surprised me as they had a good selection of boots where we were. But mine’s not to reason why. I paid for the clothing, and we left in search of boots.

 

As it turned out, the shoe shop was only around the corner; we were there in minutes. Stephanie suggested that there was no need for Samantha and Lucy to come to the boring shoe shop with us, and that they’d have more fun browsing some of the nearby boutiques.

 

Left alone with Stephanie, we entered the shoe shop and were immediately greeted by an extremely attractive female shop assistant. She was a similar age to ‘my girls’ – as I had started to refer to them – maybe slightly younger, possibly about nineteen or twenty. She was the same height as Samantha, with a slim, athletic body and bonny breasts. Her legs were muscular but feminine. She had long, shiny, jet-black hair and a warm, rich caramel complexion hinting at exotic origins, possibly Far Eastern. Her eyes, although narrow, were kind with a hint of sauciness. She had the most delightful, infectious smile. She gave the impression of being sporty; she certainly kept herself fit.  

 

She was dressed in a short navy-blue skirt – or possibly skort - that would be appropriate on the hockey pitch or netball court. This was teamed with a tight-fitting turquoise blue polo shirt that emphasised her breasts, and left a sliver of her trim, tanned torso uncovered.

 

“Hi. I’m Emma,” the shop assistant announced in a friendly, cheerful voice, “How can I help you today?” Although Emma looked slightly oriental, she spoke with a local accent.

 

“Hello.” Stephanie responded, keen to take the lead, “We are looking for a pair of walking boots for my friend Baz here.” She continued, pointing to me. “We’ll need to confirm his size first – he thinks he is a Size Eight.” She explained. She was definitely turning into my mother!

 

“Sure. I can do that. We’ve got a good selection of men’s walking boots.” Emma replied, “Please follow me.”

 

Emma led us past shelves stacked high with all manner of walking boots and shoes, through to the back of the shop, where there was a seating area. Following close behind Emma, I couldn’t help but notice her pleasing figure and shapely legs. Her skirt was so short it barely covered her bottom, and it swayed suggestively as she walked. I think I know now why Stephanie had been insistent that we come to this particular shop, and why she wanted her sister and girlfriend out of the way.

 

Even though it was nearing midday, the shop was empty of other customers. Emma arranged the seats so that Stephanie and I could sit down next to each other. Emma left us briefly; when she returned, she had a Brannock foot measuring device, which she placed on the floor in front of me. She instructed me to take off my shoes. The assistant and Stephanie giggled as I removed my shoes to reveal I was wearing Disney ankle socks.

 

“I didn’t think that through, did I?” I laughed, “I wasn’t expecting to go shoe shopping when I dressed this morning.”

 

“I think they’re cute!” Emma smiled.

 

Emma squatted down and took hold of my right foot. My feet have always been sensitive, and her touch, though pleasant, sent a shiver down my spine, like someone stepping on my grave. She positioned my right foot in the measuring device. As she concentrated on getting my foot in the correct position, she parted her own knees slightly, which gave me a tantalising view right up her skirt. I can confirm it definitely was a skirt, not a skort, because I got an unexpected glimpse of white panties. She seemed completely oblivious to the display she was giving me. For my part, I knew the decent thing to do was to look away, but I couldn’t avert my eyes from the splendid vista.

 

When Emma was satisfied with the measurements for my right foot, she shifted the apparatus over to the left one. As she changed her position, she opened her legs even wider, affording an unbelievable view up her skirt. I suppressed an involuntary gasp as I got a clear sight of her inner thighs and the tiny triangle of her white panties. I don’t know if she had any idea of how much she was displaying; if she did, she didn’t seem at all concerned.

 

When Emma had completed measuring my feet, she stood up, adjusted her skirt, and manoeuvred the measuring contraption out of the way.

 

“You’re right, a size eight will be fine.” Emma confirmed, “I’ll get you a selection to try on.”

 

As soon as Emma had left us to go and get the trainers for me to try on, Stephanie nudged me with her elbow, leaned in close and whispered excitedy:

 

“I could see right up her skirt. Could you?”

 

“I could,” I admitted guiltily, my face flushing, knowing I’d been caught.

 

“Did you see her panties?” Stephanie quizzed, “They were pure white. I had a clear view of them.”

 

“So did I.” I blushed.

 

“Quite a treat for you.” Stephanie laughed.

 

“Quite a treat for you too, I’d imagine?” I countered.

 

“Ssh, I’ve got a girlfriend.” Stephanie reminded me, digging me playfully in the ribs, but not denying she’d enjoyed what she’d seen. She sought to bring the conversation back to me, “Did looking up her skirt make you go stiff?” she giggled.

 

I must admit that I’d remained partially erect since the changing room incident in the previous store, The unexpected view up Emma’s skirt had hardened it more. She really was a stunningly attractive girl. Now talking to Stephanie about it caused me to stiffen even more. Fortunately, as I was sitting down, I was able to position my hands in my lap to conceal my swelling. I crossed my legs as well, to be on the safe side. I hoped it would go down before I had to stand up. Stephanie observed the way I was sitting and giggled:

 

“It did, didn’t it? You’ve got a stiffy, haven’t you?” she joshed, “If you’re lucky, you might see even more yet,” she added, teasingly.

 

“So might you.” I reminded her, “Sssh, here she comes back.”   

 

Emma came back carrying a couple of shoe boxes, which she put down next to me. She told us that she’d got more to show us, but she’d need a ladder to reach them. She disappeared briefly, then returned carrying a pair of steps, which she positioned next to a tall rack of boxes close to us. She proceeded to climb up the ladder. When she got to the top, she reached up to get the boots she wanted to show us. This caused her little skirt to ride up. From our vantage point below, we could see Emma’s perky bottom with just a sliver of her white panties between her bare cheeks. Stephanie and I almost choked as we took in the splendid view. Her bottom was adorable. Emma came back down the steps clutching two more shoeboxes, which she put down next to me as well.

 

If we thought we’d seen enough already, we were very much mistaken. Emma crouched at my feet, knees apart. Straight away, we could see up her skirt again. We were so close, and Emma’s legs were wide enough apart, that I could discern the outline of her little slit beneath the thin material of her white panties. If I could see it, I’m sure Stephanie could too.

 

“Hopefully you’ll see something here that you like,” Emma said, opening the first of the boxes.

 

“Oh, I think he has already.” Stephanie sniggered, giving me a nudge.

 

I tried my best to concentrate on the boots, but every so often I gave in to temptation and had a sly look up Emma’s skirt. Stephanie picked out what she thought would be the most suitable for our planned hike tomorrow. I slipped them on; they seemed to fit perfectly and were really comfortable.

 

“You ought to walk about in them a bit,” Stephanie suggested, with a wry smile, knowing full well that if I stood up, my bulge would be obvious, “C’mon Baz, let’s have a look.”

 

I shot Stephanie a withering look. She seemed to be enjoying my humiliation way too much. After seeing Emma’s adorable bottom and tight little slit, I had got even stiffer. There was no way I could stand up without the girls noticing just how erect I was. I slowly got to my feet. Just as I feared, the lump in my trousers was obvious. Stephanie sniggered at the sight of it. Emma, to her credit, kept a straight face.

 

“Not too tight?” Stephanie asked, “The boots, I mean.” She chuckled

 

“No, they’re fine. Really comfortable.” I replied, keen to bring my embarrassment to an end.

 

“Okay, we’ll take those,” Stephanie confirmed.

 

I quickly sat down, glad that my torment was over. I made a point of putting all the boots back into their respective boxes and generally tidying up. During the couple of minutes it took to do this, my cock relaxed enough so that I could stand up without further embarrassment. We followed Emma to the till at the front of the shop. She put the shoe box into a carrier bag and passed it to me. I handed my credit card over/money well spent, I'd say!

 

We left the shoe shop and set off to find Samantha and Lucy.

 

“That was fun.” Stephanie smiled as we walked side by side, “If it’s any consolation, if I didn’t have a girlfriend, my pussy would be well wet after what we’ve just seen. Best not to mention it to the other two.”

 

I nearly choked at Stephanie’s openness. Whatever happened to the shy girl from Manchester?

We found Samantha and Lucy browsing in a chocolate shop. Stephanie embraced her girlfriend and kissed her passionately. If it was a ‘guilty hug’, then there was no need for it to be. Stephanie had displayed unswerving loyalty to her girlfriend despite the temptation. At least, that’s what I would say if asked.

 

We had about an hour to spare before we were due to board the boat for our Windermere cruise. We decided to have a quick bite to eat now, then Samantha wanted to get a few pictures of us at some of the iconic visitor spots.

 

We found a picturesque and delightful restaurant in the town centre, in part of one of Ambleside's oldest buildings, dating back to the 1600s. The weather was pleasant enough to sit at one of the many outside tables situated in the courtyard. We each chose a mixed platter with a bowl of chunky chips to share. The food was locally-sourced, freshly-prepared, home-cooked and delicious. The girls shared a bottle of wine, while I had a glass of local beer, which I joked was not as good as Southern ale. The girls recommended I try the local relish, chutney and Westmoreland cheese, which were all delicious. Sitting in the sunshine with three stunning girls was heavenly.

 

After we’d eaten, we just had time to visit a couple of the town's more notable landmarks so that Samantha could get some pictures of us. A short walk led us to Stock Ghyll Force, a spectacular waterfall in a ferny woodland setting. Here, Samantha got some great photos, particularly of Stephanie and Lucy, but also of the girls and me. She also managed to use the camera’s timer to get some pictures of the four of us together. They were particularly special, and Samantha agreed to send me copies. Stephanie had boasted of her sister’s prowess with a camera, and she was right to be proud.

 

It was here that the wind finally got the better of Lucy’s dress. A particularly strong gust lifted the hem above her waist to reveal that she was wearing a tiny white thong. She had the most amazing shapely legs, and as she spun around to prevent us from seeing a front view, she revealed what a wonderfully peachy bottom she had. Now that would have made a great picture! 

 

We strolled back from the waterfall to the centre of town, Lucy seemingly unconcerned by how much she’d revealed. We stopped off at 17th-century Bridge House, which is one of the smallest houses in England, and is reputed to be one of the most photographed buildings in Lakeland. This tiny building, which spans Stock Beck, used to be an apple store. It is said that at one time, a family with six children lived here in the two rooms. Samantha took several more photos, and Lucy took great care to ensure that she didn’t give us another treat.

 

We made our way back to the car, and Stephanie drove us the short distance to Waterhead Pier, where we were to board a boat for our cruise on Lake Windermere. Conscious that I’d had a busy day – I’d been up since 4 am – the girls had booked a 75-minute round trip between Waterhead Pier and Bowness on one of the larger steamers that plied the lake.

 

As there were regular departures, we were soon on board and ready to leave. The boat we were on could accommodate about 500 passengers, but given it was late in the day, there were nowhere near that number of people on board. The steamer had two decks, the upper one offering outdoor seating. The weather was still pleasant, so we decided to make use of the open deck. As we made our way up the steps to the upper deck, Lucy had another ‘moment’, and I got another glorious view of her little panties and peachy bottom. She didn’t seem at all fussed; indeed, she had got to the point where she didn’t even try to stop it blowing up.

 

Many of those on board were elderly, even older than me, as Samantha had cruelly pointed out. As Lucy’s dress billowed in the breeze, I was concerned that some of the older gents might have a heart attack if they were as lucky to see as much as I had seen. To be fair, I wasn’t too sure about my own ticker. I hoped there was a doctor on board. 

 

We settled into some comfortable seats at the front of the boat, and we were soon underway. We sat and watched the breathtaking landscape unfold before us. The clear skies added to the beauty of the lake and the surrounding hills, which looked massive when observed from the water level. Stephanie delighted in telling me that we would be hiking to the top of some of the peaks tomorrow. It truly was a wonderful experience, made all the better because I was sharing it with three girls of my dreams.

 

As we moved sedately through the water, there was a fascinating commentary on the geography, history, attractions and points of interest of the area. In addition, the staff on board were incredibly friendly and attentive, making sure that we were comfortable and enjoying ourselves. Their knowledge of the area and willingness to share interesting facts about the surroundings added to the enjoyment of the trip. We learnt that Windermere is a ribbon lake, and is the largest lake in England by length, area and volume.

 

There was an onboard bar and coffee shop. About halfway into our journey, Stephanie and Samantha went to get us drinks. Samantha also wanted to take some more photos. I was left alone with the sultry Lucy. It was the first time since we’d been introduced earlier that day that we’d been left unaccompanied.

 

Lucy moved closer to me and put her hand on my leg. From observing her throughout the day, I knew she was very tactile, very touchy-feely. We began by discussing general matters. I found out that she was a beautician, still lived at home with her parents, enjoyed going out, and was a friend of Samantha’s before meeting Stephanie. She assured me that Samantha was straight. Running her hand up my leg, she then moved on to talk about more specific matters.

 

“Baz, I’ve not had the chance to thank you for what you did for Stephanie and Samantha in Manchester.” She stated.

 

I was taken off guard slightly. I didn’t know how much the girls had disclosed. Did she know everything that we had done? I decided to act dumb, after all, that came easily to me!

 

“I think they enjoyed themselves,” I said, non-committedly.

 

“Oh, they did. They were buzzin’ when they got home.” Lucy confirmed, “They couldn’t wait to tell me all about it.”

 

“It was an exciting match.” I said, “We did well to win it.”

 

“They enjoyed themselves after the match too.” Lucy giggled.

 

“We did have a little celebratory Champagne,” I confirmed.

 

“Not just the Champagne. They liked the other things that you did in the hotel room as well.” Lucy chuckled.

 

“Oh?” I hesitated; I had a feeling that Lucy knew more than she was letting on.

 

“They told me how they tricked you into showing them your dick. That was very naughty of them.” Lucy grinned.

 

“Honestly, I didn’t mind. I saw a lot of them, too. I would do the same again, in a heartbeat.” I confessed.

 

“You would like to have seen their pussies, though, wouldn’t you?” Lucy smiled, “And I don’t mean their cats!” she winked.  

 

“Of course. They are both beautiful girls,” I admitted, “And I’ve seen their cats already.”

 

Lucy laughed at that. She took hold of my hand and placed it on her thigh beneath her dress. Her skin was exquisitely smooth. She put her hand back on my leg, further up than it had been before. She started to rub my inner thigh. I took it as an invitation to do the same to her.

 

“Mmm, that’s nice.” She purred, “You know the girls feel really guilty about what they did to you?”

 

“There’s absolutely no need for them to feel that way.” I protested.

 

“They are desperate to make it up to you,” Lucy explained.

 

“What we’ve done today has more than made up for it. I’ve had a wonderful time.” I confirmed.

 

I corrected myself, “I’m having a wonderful time.”

 

Lucy’s hand was now near my crotch. I could feel myself hardening. Fortunately, we were in a secluded part of the boat. I let my hand explore higher up Lucy’s leg; she didn’t resist.

 

“When you travelled up here, were you expecting to sleep with the girls? You know, to have sex with them?” Lucy asked, out of the blue, “You must have been expecting something to travel that far?”

 

She certainly had a way of wrong-footing me, of bowling me a curve ball. I didn’t know how to respond. I just looked at her, perplexed. I tried to think back to when I’d set off this morning – yes, it was only this morning, it seemed like a lifetime ago, we’d done and seen so much since. What was I really hoping for? I recalled that Stephanie’s text had intimated that they would ‘go further’ than they had done at the hotel, and that they would be delighted to show me ‘everything’ – with a winking emoji. I took that to mean that I’d see more than I did in Manchester when all they had left on was their panties. I confess, I expected to see them naked.

 

But was I expecting more? When we were in Manchester, I’d assumed that once all three of us were naked, we’d go further, hopefully much further! I was hoping for a threesome; to have sex with both sisters. But is that what I was expecting when I left home this morning? There is a fundamental difference between hoping for something and expecting something.

 

Of course, all that changed when I discovered that my favourite of the sisters, Stephanie, was a lesbian, with a regular – and attractive – girlfriend. I hesitated further.

 

“Well? What were you expecting?” Lucy prompted.

 

“I guess I was expecting to see the girls naked; they virtually assured me of that in their invitation. But I must admit I was hoping for more: I was hoping for sex with the girls, either one or both, together or individually. That’s certainly what I wanted.” I admitted.

 

“Thank you for your honesty,” Lucy said, “I’m afraid I have some bad news. What you’re hoping for is definitely not going to happen. You’re not going to have sex with either of the girls.”

 

I frowned dejectedly, downcast.

 

“But……” She sounded more upbeat, “What you were expecting will happen. Stephanie and Samantha have agreed that they will strip naked for you. They will both show you everything, including their pussies – and I definitely don’t mean their cats!” Lucy laughed.

 

“Wow! That would be great!” I enthused, “And you don’t mind? I mean, you don’t mind me seeing your girlfriend naked?”

 

“Not at all, as long as you’re only looking.” Lucy clarified, “By the way, did you know the girls have got three cats?” she added.

 

“No. They only told me about two – Tilly and Willie, if I remember correctly?” I recalled.

 

“That’s right. But they’ve also got one called Lilli.” Lucy explained, “So, would you like to see three pussies?”

 

“How do you mean?” I queried; I’d lost the thread again. It’d been a long day.

 

“Would you like me to get naked so you can see my pussy too?” she chuckled.

 

“You’d do that?” I asked in disbelief.

 

“Of course. Consider it a personal thank you from me for looking after my girlfriend and her little sister in Manchester.” Lucy smiled, “By the way, your hand is getting extremely close to my pussy now.” She giggled.

 

As we had been chatting, Lucy’s hand had ventured up as far as my groin, and she was touching my member through my jeans; it had reacted to her touch. In response, I’d run my hand up inside her dress to the extent that my fingers were touching her tiny thong. I quickly withdrew my hand and apologised profusely.

 

“Don’t apologise.” She rebuked me, “I was hoping you were going to slide your fingers inside my panties. You’ve got very soft hands and a gentle touch.”

 

We sat in silence for a while as I digested what we’d just discussed. Okay, so I wasn’t going to sleep with any of the girls, but three of the most attractive girls I’d ever met had just agreed to let me see them naked. What’s not to like?

 

“There’s just one more thing, “ Lucy began hesitantly, “The girl’s auntie, Ann, is coming to stay with us at the cabin tonight, and will be accompanying us on our hike tomorrow. Stephanie and Samantha would prefer her not to find out that her young nieces have agreed to get naked for you. Ann's a very dominant character; she fears nothing and no one!”

 

“What time is she expected to arrive?” I asked hesitantly, already fearful of this ‘Aunt Ann’.

 

“We’re not sure yet. She works shifts. She’ll get here as soon as she can after her shift finishes, but it may not be until we’ve gone to bed.” Lucy explained.

 

We sat in silence again as I contemplated the ramifications of what Lucy had just told me. I pictured Aunt Ann; in my mind, she was some domineering, grey-haired, buxom busybody, only too keen to put her nose into other people’s business. She’d be stern-featured with looks that could curdle milk. Just the sort of ogre that could put a damper on the whole weekend.

 

Soon after the shock of learning about the arrival of Aunt Ann, the girls returned with coffee for all of us.

 

“I hope you two have been behaving yourselves?” Stephanie teased jovially, “What have you been talking about?”

 

“I was just setting out what to expect, and more importantly, what not to expect, from the rest of the weekend,” Lucy confirmed.

 

“Did you tell him that we’re prepared to get naked?” Samantha asked, excitedly, “And that we are going to show him our pussies?”

 

“I did,” Lucy confirmed.

 

“And did you tell him that we’re not going to sleep with him?” Stephanie added, more circumspect.

 

“I did,” Lucy confirmed again, "He took it rather well, all things considered."

 

I got the impression that Samantha was slightly miffed with this. The girls spoke as if I were not there. I had the feeling that the impromptu chat I’d had with Lucy may not have been so impromptu after all. This was all but confirmed by Stephanie’s next question:

 

“Did you tell him about Auntie Ann?”

 

“I did,” Lucy confirmed once more.

 

“You’ll like our Auntie Ann,” Stephanie said, “She keeps herself fit by dancing and going to the gym. I just hope we can keep up with her when we’re on our hike.”

 

As we’d been chatting, we hadn’t noticed that the boat was heading for shore, Bowness-on-Windermere to be precise. Stephanie explained that we could stay on our boat for the journey back, or we could disembark to take a look around the town and then catch a later boat back. As I’d been up twelve hours now, Stephanie thought I’d like to stay on board. But I was insistent that we take the opportunity to do some exploring, even if it was for only half an hour until the next steamer departed. So that’s what we did.

 

Bowness-on-Windermere is a sprawling tourist town on the shore of Windermere. It developed after the opening of the railway line in 1847. The town is now the Lake District’s most popular visitor destination. Even this late in the afternoon, it was busy with people enjoying the atmosphere of the town’s delightful setting and, in particular, watching all the activities out on the water. Many of the buildings were Victorian and would have been quite grand in their day. The 15th-century church, and a delightful web of narrow streets known as Lowside, give an idea of what the village was like before the arrival of the railway. The area was also home to Beatrix Potter, but unfortunately, we didn’t have time to visit Peter Rabbit or Jemima Puddleduck – hopefully, I’d have a date with Tabitha Twitchit, Moppet and Mittens later!

 

We enjoyed ourselves so much wandering around the old town that we missed the first boat back and had to catch the next. As it turned out, this was a fortunate move as we could watch the sun sinking in the west as we glided over the tranquil water. Although it was still warm enough to relax on the open upper deck, very few of the passengers ventured up there. We had the deck virtually to ourselves. Sitting with three gorgeous girls watching the sunset was oh so romantic. Stephanie had her hand inside Lucy’s white dress and pushed it up so that Lucy’s little white thong was exposed. They could tell I was watching, but they didn’t seem in the least bit concerned or embarrassed. To my amazement, Stephanie slipped her hand inside Lucy’s thong and lovingly caressed her pussy, even pushing her thong down at times so that I got the occasional glimpse of it. Lucy moaned with pleasure. Samantha had undone a couple of buttons on her blouse so that I could see her adorable bare breasts. I undid the zip on my jeans, and Samantha eagerly inserted her fingers to stroke my erect member. If there is a heaven, I doubt it could be as good as where we are now.

 

All too soon, we were back at Waterhead. Reluctantly, we disembarked from the steamer and made our way to the car. I don’t remember much about the journey back to the cabin. Apparently, I went to sleep almost straight away, resting my head on Samantha’s shoulder. She said that at one point I’d put my hand inside her shirt and fondled her bare breast, but I don’t recall doing that – unfortunately. I didn’t wake up until we were on the rough gravel track leading to the cabin.

 

Back at the cabin, the girls changed into relaxing loungewear: Stephanie into a silky black camisole top, still with no bra, and a very short wrap-around black mini skirt; Samantha had left her bra off too, but had changed her blouse for a more relaxing grey sweatshirt, she’d teamed this with matching draw-string jogging bottoms; Lucy wore a grey, loose-fitting crop top with a sports bra and Trackie bottoms. As for me, I’d changed into a T-shirt and lounge pants, leaving my boxers on underneath.

 

I got the log fire going, so it was really cosy and romantic in the cabin. And so peaceful. We whipped up a spontaneous Smörgåsbord buffet from all the various foodstuffs we’d brought with us and added to throughout the day. It was a delightful medley of Southern and Cumbrian cuisine. Fortunately, before we’d left for our day out, I’d remembered to put the wine in the fridge. We polished off all three bottles between us before finishing off with some shots of Cherry Brandy. As yet, there had been no sign of the formidable Auntie Ann, which was probably just as well because we were all quite squiffy, and I doubt she would have approved.

 

We chatted enthusiastically about our day, Stephanie and Lucy sitting together on one of the comfortable padded armchairs, and Samantha and I together on the other. We all agreed it had been great fun. The conversation gradually got more lascivious as the drink took effect. Looking across at Stephanie and Lucy canoodling, I could see that Stephanie was wearing pink cotton panties under her mini skirt; Lucy had her hand inside them, stroking Stephanie’s pussy. Their kissing was becoming more intense; they took less notice of what Samantha and I were doing.

 

To be fair, we were not too far behind. As we kissed and hugged, Samantha had cheekily put her hand down the front of my lounge pants, inside my boxers and was fondling my cock; her touch was magical; my cock naturally responded. She pulled my joggers and boxers away from my waist and peered down at the results of her handiwork.

 

“It amazes me how it changes when it is aroused,” she observed, “It must double in size! Have you measured the difference?”

 

“It’s about four inches when it’s relaxed, and about six inches when it’s erect,” I confirmed.

 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it relaxed.” She giggled.

 

“That’s because you’re so hot, I’m always aroused when I’m with you,” I confessed.

 

“Ah, thank you!” Samantha smiled, “I’m aroused too. Feel.”

 

She took hold of my hand and placed it inside her jogging bottoms. I felt her pussy through her panties, it felt small, tight and slightly wet. I slowly rubbed it.

 

”Oh my God, that feels so good!” She purred, “You can put your hand inside my panties if you want to.”

 

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I slid my hand inside her panties. Samantha started working my member even more vigorously. I fingered her vulva, which made her yelp, not in pain but in pleasure. This attracted the other girls' attention, so I quickly withdrew my hand.

 

“You two okay over there?” Stephanie asked, casting us a suspicious glance.

 

“We’re fine,” I responded, my voice an octave higher than normal due to the firm grip Samantha had on my member.

 

“Ever since I saw your cock on that night in Manchester, I’ve longed for it inside me.” Samantha whispered out of earshot of her sister and Lucy, “Don’t forget my bedroom door doesn’t lock, and I’ll be sleeping naked. Feel free to come in and have your wicked way with me.” She giggled.

 

“I don’t think your sister would approve,” I said.

 

“If we’re careful, my sister needn’t find out.” Samantha smiled, “After all, she doesn’t know that you’ve just had your fingers inside my pussy, and she’s sitting there right next to us.”

 

I guess she had a point. Just then, there was a firm knock at the door. It made us all jump; it had been so quiet in the cabin. Stephanie quickly stood up. Her skirt was hitched up so that I got a delightful view of her little pink panties. Looking flustered, she quickly sorted out her skirt.

 

“That’ll be Auntie Ann.” She announced and headed towards the door.

 

“Either that or it’s the mad axeman from the woods, and we’re all going to be murdered in some sort of frenzied cabin fever.” I joked.

 

“Perhaps you ought to answer the door?” Stephanie said to me nervously, stopping in her tracks.

 

“Would I be able to tell the difference between Auntie Ann and a psychopathic forester?” I asked, “ From what you’ve told me, she sounds quite formidable.” I laughed.

 

Stephanie playfully tossed a cushion at me and went to answer the door. Fortunately, it was Auntie Ann and not some crazed axe murderer. As Stephanie introduced her to me, I must admit I was thankful that all my previous preconceptions of a stern-featured, grey-haired, buxom ogre were dispelled. Ann proved to be an attractive woman in her early forties, with a charming smile, kind and attentive eyes, and a clear, healthy complexion. Her auburn hair was styled in a tidy chin-length bob, with a central parting. She was about 5 feet 6 tall with a shapely figure and large breasts. She was dressed in a smart, knee-length green dress, pulled in tight at the waist with a matching belt. She was quick to explain that this wasn’t her weekend wear, and that she had come straight from work, having just finished her shift. She didn’t divulge what she did, and I thought it best not to pry. First impressions were that she had a cheerful, bubbly personality. There was a hint of mischief in her smile; perhaps that's where Samantha got hers from.

 

Auntie Ann kissed all the girls warmly on each cheek. When she got to me, I didn’t know what the correct etiquette was; I needn’t have worried. Auntie Ann gripped me firmly on each shoulder and placed an assured kiss on my cheek. As she did, she told me that her nieces had told her all about me and that she was looking forward to getting to know me better. There was something a little disconcerting about the way she said it.

Stephanie apologised to Auntie Ann that we’d drunk all the wine. Auntie Ann replied that she thought we were a bit merry. Stephanie opened the bottle of blackcurrant cider that I’d brought with me and poured Auntie Ann a glass. She declared that it was delicious.

 

We settled back down and carried on chatting. Samantha made a point of not sharing a chair with me, and even Stephanie and Lucy sat separately. Disappointingly, Stephanie also sat more decorously so that we couldn’t see up her skirt. I got the impression that the girls were quite deferential to their auntie. We talked about what we’d done and seen throughout our day. For her part, Auntie Ann said that she was looking forward to our hike tomorrow. At this point, she took charge.

“As we’ve got a Southern Softie with us, I thought we’d do a fairly easy hike up to Rydal Caves and Loughrigg Fell. It’s only about 6 miles and should take no more than three or four hours, depending on how many stops we have. The ascent is only about 400 metres, so there’s not too much climbing involved. You’ve all got appropriate footwear and the correct clothing, haven’t you?” Auntie Ann asked.

We all nodded that we had.

 

“That goes for underwear, too, Samantha. I seem to recall that on our last hike, you wore a tiny G-string, and halfway around, we had to stop so you could take it off because you’d got chaffing in a rather delicate area. If that happens again, I’ll make you take it off in front of everybody. The same goes for all of you. Understood?” Auntie Ann quizzed.

 

We all nodded again; Samantha blushed. Was it bad that I hoped she got chaffed?

 

“I’ll be taking my rucksack with enough food for all of us, but please bring your own water. Don’t forget to pack spare clothes, including swimwear, as there is the option for some wild swimming. I’ll carry our navigation aids, emergency equipment and first aid kit. Make sure you charge your phones tonight. Okay?”

 

We nodded again. I was beginning to wonder what I’d let myself in for. It all sounded rather daunting.

 

“I expect you all up, packed, dressed and ready to leave by 9.30 am.” Auntie Ann stressed, “I’ll do a kit inspection before we leave. Any questions?” She asked, sounding increasingly like a sergeant major.

 

“Will you be doing an underwear inspection before we leave?” Stephanie giggled.

 

“I might just do that,” Auntie Ann replied, appearing to take the suggestion seriously rather than humorously as intended, “If there are no further questions, I suggest you get a good night’s sleep tonight.

That seemed to be the cue for Stephanie to declare that we ought to go to bed, as we had a busy day ahead. We stood up, hugged, and kissed goodnight. As I embraced Samantha, she whispered to me, sounding disappointed:

 

“Auntie Ann is going to share my room. You better not creep in and have your wicked way with me tonight.”

 

“You can creep into mine instead, and have your wicked way with me,” I suggested.

 

“Although I’d love to, I think Auntie Ann might hear and get suspicious.” Samantha dismissed.

 

Disappointed that the prospect of a night of passion with Samantha had been thwarted, I resigned myself to going to bed alone. I checked that the log fire was safe for the night, and Stephanie dimmed the lights in the lounge. With that, we all retired to our respective rooms.

 

Once in the sanctuary of my bedroom, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. It was a sleek metal-framed bed of minimalist modern design. The mattress was pocket-sprung and extremely comfortable, although, to be fair, I was so tired I could’ve slept on a board. No sooner had I snuggled in than I realised that the wine had gone straight through me: I needed the bathroom.

 

I listened intently to ascertain if any sounds were coming from elsewhere in the cabin. I could hear faint talking coming from Samantha and Ann’s room, and rustling coming from Stephanie and Lucy’s room. From that, I deduced that the lounge and bathroom were unoccupied, and I could make my way to the toilet without being spotted. I didn’t bother to put anything on over my boxers. I carefully opened my bedroom door and crept to the bathroom. Suitably relieved, I snuck back towards my bedroom.

 

When I got opposite Stephanie and Lucy’s room, I noticed a shaft of light coming from it. They’d left their door slightly ajar. I couldn’t resist it, I peeped in. The sight that beheld me made me take a sharp intake of breath. The girls had left the light on, so I had a clear view of what they were doing. Stephanie and Lucy were lying on the bed on their sides, facing each other. They were still dressed in the clothes that they’d been wearing in the lounge. Lucy had her head on Stephanie’s shoulder, and they were talking lovingly to each other. From the odd words that I could pick out, I gathered that they were discussing what we’d done today. I even heard my name mentioned a couple of times, usually accompanied by a giggle.

 

They started chuckling more frequently. Stephanie leaned in and kissed Lucy lightly on the lips. The smooching steadily got more intense, and soon they were French kissing, their tongues entwined. Lucy reached down, put her hand on Stephanie’s thigh and worked up the hem of Stephanie’s mini skirt to reveal her little pink panties. The view was so intoxicating that I put my hand inside my boxers and started to play with my cock; it was already three-quarters erect.

They broke off from French kissing and started to canoodle more playfully. Lucy pecked Stephanie on the nose and forehead. She then kittenishly nipped Stephanie’s earlobe, which caused her to purr contentedly. Meanwhile, Stephanie was delicately kissing Lucy on the neck below her ears. Lucy took her free hand away from where it had been stroking Stephanie’s thigh and moved it under her silky black camisole top. I knew Stephanie wasn’t wearing a bra, so I summised that Lucy was fondling her bare breasts and tweaking her nipples. I recalled from when I’d seen her topless on that night in Manchester how stunning Stephanie’s breasts were. I was so jealous. Stephanie had her free hand inside Lucy’s grey crow top and sports bra. They spent quite a while fondling each other’s tits. All the time I was playing with my cock, which was now fully erect.

 

Both girls sat up facing each other. For a nervy moment, I thought they would spot me, but they were too engrossed with each other. Lucy lifted Stephanie’s camisole top up and over her head. I gasped breathlessly as her magnificent boobs were revealed. Stephanie then did the same to Lucy’s grey crop top and the black sports bra that she was wearing underneath to expose her beautiful ebony boobs. Both girls were now sitting on the bed topless; I’ve got a great view of them. From my vantage point, I can see that Stephanie’s boobs are slightly larger than Lucy’s; I’m no expert, but I’d say. Stephanie’s were 34D, and Lucy’s were 34C. They’ve both got firm, erect nipples, and they take turns to lick, suck and nibble at them. They are both panting heavily now. I’ve daringly opened the door slightly more and have pushed my boxers down to my ankles. If the girls look in my direction now, they will see me totally naked, playing with my erect member.

 

To my horror, the girls suddenly stop suckling each other's titties, and Stephanie steps off the bed. I froze! That’s it, I’m as good as dead! Luckily, instead of looking in my direction, she takes hold of Lucy’s legs and spins her around so that her body is lying across the bed with her legs dangling loosely over the side. Lucy anticipates what’s happening; she arches her back, and Stephanie takes hold of Lucy’s Trackie bottoms and pulls them down to her ankles and off. She tosses them nonchalantly to the side, fortunately in the opposite direction from where I’m spying. Lucy is wearing the tiny white thong that I’d had exciting glimpses of during the day. They were now in full view and looked amazing, contrasting with her dark skin. Stephanie stood up again. Once more, I froze. This time, she unfastened her black mini skirt, gave a little shimmy so that it fell to the ground, and stepped out of it. She was wearing the pink cotton midi briefs that I’d been so keen to look up her skirt to see all evening.

 

Stephanie climbed back onto the bed, and the two girls cuddled, sharing long, lingering kisses on their full, moist lips, both girls naked but for their panties. After lying together and cuddling for a few moments, Stephanie sat up again. I’m thinking, please don’t look this way. Fortunately, she doesn’t. I breathe again. Instead, she looks towards Lucy's nether region, and I can tell that she’s admiring her silky black skin contrasting with her crisp white cotton thong, just as I had been.

 

Feeling brave, I edge forward so that I’m just inside the bedroom. I’m so close now that I can see a damp patch at the crotch area of Lucy’s thong. I know she's as excited and aroused as I am; the end of my knob has been moist for a while now.

 

Stephanie leans over and kisses Lucy’s belly, gradually working her way down towards the top of her thong. When she reaches her belly button, she lingers, playfully flicking her tongue and licking around it. Lucy is squirming in anticipation, half-giggling, half-moaning. Stephanie resumes tenderly kissing her girlfriend’s midriff, inexorably getting closer to her hips. I’m close enough that I can see Stephanie’s hands are trembling with excitement. She’s not the only one shaking with excitement; I can foresee what’s coming next. I hold my breath in anticipation. Almost imperceptibly, Stephanie slides her hand, palm down, under Lucy’s thong. I can imagine the thrill that Stephanie is feeling as the soft cotton of the thong brushes on the back of her hand, and her palm caresses Lucy’s silky-smooth pubic mound. Stephanie’s fingers delve deeper, and by the euphoric look on Lucy’s face, I guess she’s reached the start of her crack and is using her fingers to pleasure her. I can see that she is tenderly rubbing in a circular motion; I assume that she’s found her clit. Lucy bites her bottom lip; her face contorted with pleasure. Kneeling beside her girlfriend, Stephanie eases Lucy’s tiny thong down to her ankles and removes it. I stare in disbelief as I realise I’m gazing at Lucy’s exposed pussy. Lucy has parted her legs slightly to give Stephanie better access to use her fingers; in so doing, she is giving me a great view of it. She is shaved, satiny smooth. Her vulva is loose with large, exposed flaps. It is a sultry burnt amber colour. I can see that it’s glistening wet. Stephanie continues to finger her partner for a little while longer. I’m enthralled. I’m stroking my penis even more actively now. I’ve lost all sense of shame; I really don’t care if the girls see me.

Suddenly, Lucy sits up as if she is desperate to do something. Stephanie knows what’s required of her and lies on her back, her bottom and legs raised slightly. Lucy grips the waistband of Stephanie’s pink panties and pulls them down at lightning speed, so eager is she to get her girlfriend naked. They're soon off and tossed to the floor. I’d been so desirous to see Stephanie’s pussy that when it finally happened, it occurred so quickly that it took me completely by surprise.

 

Stephanie, the girl of my dreams, my ten-out-of-ten fantasy female, is lying totally naked on the bed in front of me, her long, luscious legs slightly apart with her cute pussy in full view. It is marvellous, simply adorable, everything that I hoped for and more. She is smoothly shaved, as I had expected her to be. Her vulva is compact, tight, and well tucked in with small flaps that hardly protrude, giving her a sleek, elegant appearance. Her pussy is a rosy-pink hue on the outer edges with hints of dark red internally.

 

Both girls are lying on their backs, their heads tilted so that they can look longingly into each other's eyes. They are both smiling contentedly. They are playing with each other’s pussies. I can see that they are both wet.

 

I’m as erect as I’ve ever been in my life. My cock feels massive as I hold it and stroke it energetically. I’m leaning on the door frame to get a better purchase. I’ve given up any concern I had about being caught. Indeed, the thought of the girls catching me naked, pleasuring myself, just added to the excitement. I so want to join the girls on the bed, but I know I must content myself with just watching. But what a sight it is!

 

It can only be a matter of time before reaching climax, but who will be first: Stephanie, Lucy or me? I know I can’t hold on for very much longer; my balls are aching with expectancy. But it seems Lucy is as aroused as I am, if not more so. She suddenly arches her back, lets out a dramatic scream and climaxes. I’m taken completely by surprise at how loud she is. I look anxiously around to see if it has attracted the attention of anyone else in the cabin. All seems quiet. It is the first time I’ve witnessed a climax between lesbians. I watched mesmerised as I saw juices flowing from her vagina and onto Stephanie’s fingers. Stephanie puts her fingers to her mouth to taste her nectar. She murmurs with pleasure at the piquancy. Lucy is frantically fingering Stephanie now, trying to get her to peak too.

 

But Stephanie has other ideas. She changes position so that she is straddling Lucy, in the sixty-nine position. Like this, she is facing me. I can see her tremendous tits and glorious pussy. She bends right over so that her dazzling blond hair cascades lusciously over her partner’s groin. It doesn’t prevent me from seeing her working her tongue on her beautiful girlfriend's pussy. At the same time, she has lowered her peachy rear end over Lucy's luscious lips, so that Lucy can use her tongue in Stephanie’s pussy hole. I can see from Stephanie’s face that she is about to climax. But I beat her to it! Fortunately, the girls don’t hear my groans of pleasure as I ejaculate. I manage to cup my hands over my cock to catch my discharge.

 

Stephanie’s climax follows soon after. She is not quite as loud as Lucy had been, but she has squirted so much that Lucy’s mouth is full of fluid.

 

I know I should go to the bathroom to clean myself up, but the girls show no sign of stopping. They continue licking and sucking on each other’s pussies until they both have another orgasm. Eventually, they return to a more conventional position and lie facing each other in a warm embrace, kissing and cuddling. They’re talking lovingly together. Now that their lovemaking is less intense, I realise that they are more likely to be aware of their surroundings, including me standing naked in their doorway with my hands cupping my bits. Suddenly, my shame has returned; I feel vulnerable.

 

I bent over, picked up my discarded boxers, but didn’t put them on, then cautiously backed out of the doorway, carefully pulling the door back but reluctant to close it completely in case the noise alerted the girls. I was confident that I had escaped unobserved. I stealthily turned… and walked straight into Auntie Ann!

 

I still had my bits cupped in my hands, so although I was facing her totally naked, I was certain she couldn’t see anything that she shouldn’t. Of course, if she had been standing behind me for any length of time, she would have seen my bare bum and a whole lot more besides. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt with a tiger graphic printed on the front, which she was wearing as a nightgown. It was quite short, finishing about mid-thigh. It fitted tightly over her voluminous boobs. I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her nipples were prominent.

 

“I’m so sorry!” I grovelled, “I didn’t know you were there.”

 

“Obviously not.” Auntie Ann stated, matter-of-factly.

 

I couldn’t tell from her intonation whether she was angry, shocked, embarrassed, disgusted, horrified or just plain confused.

 

“Were you spying on my niece and her girlfriend?” she asked suspiciously.

 

I didn’t answer. I could feel my face flush red.

 

“You were, weren’t you?” she pressed, “Were you watching them and masturbating?”

 

If my face was red before, it was absolutely crimson now. I was mortified that she’d sussed what I was doing. Perhaps she had even seen.

 

“Did they know that you were watching them, and what you were doing?” she continued, “Shall I ask them?”

 

I was so humiliated, I didn’t know what to say or do. I just stood there naked and ashamed, wishing the earth would swallow me up. Given the circumstances, her questioning was level-headed, measured, yet persistent. I don’t know what she did for a living – the girls hadn’t told me – but she would make a good detective. Eventually, she said:

 

“I think you ought to go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, then return to your bedroom. I’ll meet you there for a little chat.”

 

Never have the words ‘a little chat’ sounded so ominous. Glad of the opportunity to escape the attention of Auntie Ann, even if it was only temporary, I rushed to the bathroom. I could feel her eyes on my back, watching my retreat, more particularly, on my bare bottom.

 

Once in the bathroom, I locked the door and quickly cleaned myself up. I noticed that for the first time all weekend, I was completely flaccid. I felt sick. I put my boxers on. Then I just sat and contemplated what was likely to happen to me; it didn’t bear thinking about. It would have helped if I could have read Auntie Ann’s emotions, but she had remained staunchly undemonstrative throughout. Not only would she make a good detective, but she would make an excellent poker player, too.

 

I realised that sitting in the bathroom stewing was only delaying the inevitable; at some point, I’d have to face the music. I opened the bathroom door and made my way back to my bedroom. As I passed Stephanie and Lucy’s room, I noticed that the door was now firmly closed. Had Auntie Ann been in and spoken to the girls?

 

I got back to my room and entered, expecting Auntie Ann to be waiting. It was empty. I sat on the bed in my boxers and waited for Auntie Ann to arrive for our little chat. My brain was so addled that I didn’t even think to put any clothes on. Perhaps she would send me home; ought I pack my bag in readiness? I’d been sitting on my bed for about fifteen minutes when there was a faint knock at the door, and Auntie Ann let herself in. She was dressed as she was when I saw her earlier, in her long tiger print T-shirt. I noticed straight away that she was carrying the green belt from her dress and a leather belt. She wasn’t going to strap me, was she?

 

“I’m glad to see you’ve not bothered to dress.” She said, then seeing me eyeing the leather belt suspiciously, she added, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to spank you, unless you want me to? The girls told me that you were game for anything; so am I.”

 

“Did you speak to Stephanie and Lucy?” I asked timidly.

 

“No, I didn’t. And if you do all that I say, I won’t,” she stated, “but you will have to do everything that I ask of you. Is that clear?

 

I nodded my acquiescence; anything would be better than facing up to what I’d been caught doing.

 

“I said, is that clear?” Auntie Ann repeated more forcibly. The girls were right, she was formidable.

 

“Yes,” I responded.

 

“Good. Now I’ve borrowed this belt from Samantha. I’m going to tie you to the bed with it tonight, that way I’ll know you won’t be venturing into the girls’ rooms and being naughty. Okay?” she explained.

 

“Yes. I promise I won’t leave my room,” I said submissively.

 

“I know you won’t; you’ll be tied to the bed.” Auntie Ann retorted dismissively, “Now, lie back on the bed and raise your arms towards the headboard.”

 

I did as I was instructed, lying flat on my back and reaching above my head. Auntie Ann used her green belt to tie my left hand to one of the metal rails on the headboard, and the leather belt to secure my right hand in the same way. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing; the knots were tight enough to be firmly fixed, yet loose enough to ensure my circulation was not impacted. She then lifted my head and placed a pillow under it so that I was propped up enough to see down the bed.

 

“Comfortable?” she asked, then, before I could reply, she continued, “Can you raise your butt and legs off the mattress slightly?”

 

I obeyed her order, not knowing what to expect. Auntie Ann moved forward, gripped my boxers, swiftly pulled them down to my ankles and off. I was lying stark naked on my back, with no way to cover up my modesty. My cock was still flaccid. Auntie Ann looked at it and smiled.

 

“We’ve got some work to do, haven’t we?” she said cheerily. “Samantha assured me that you were about six inches. I’ll have to have a word with her about her measuring skills.”

 

I was shocked that Samantha had been discussing the length of my cock with her auntie. What else have they spoken about?

 

I guess it must have been about half an hour since I’d shot my load outside Stephanie’s bedroom. It was still a bit too quick to be ready to go again. I needed to play for time. In any case, I was suddenly very thirsty.

 

“Before you do whatever it is you’re going to do to me, would it be possible to have a glass of water, please?” I requested.

 

“No problem. Wait there.” Auntie Ann laughed.

 

I heard her pad across the lounge to the kitchen. Then I heard the tap run. Funny how your senses are heightened when you are constrained. I heard footsteps coming back. They stopped, and I heard a door creak, then they resumed. Auntie Ann came back into my bedroom. She had to help me drink. I drank the whole glass.

 

“I stopped off at the room I’m sharing with Samantha. I didn’t want her to wake up and realise that I was missing. We wouldn’t want her to stumble in on us and find you like this, would we?” she laughed.

 

I thought to myself that Samantha had already seen me like this. She’d even felt it.

 

“Ready to start then?” Auntie Ann announced it as if she were commencing military manoeuvres.

 

Auntie Ann still hadn’t divulged what she had in mind, but I was in no position to argue. The sisters had warned me that she was a very dominant character, that she feared nothing and no one, and that she liked to take the lead. That was certainly proving to be the case.

 

“Can I hold it?” she asked brazenly, looking directly at my member.

 

“I guess so,” I replied. I couldn’t have stopped her if I had wanted to.

 

Auntie Ann climbed onto the bed beside me. As she did, her T-shirt rode up to reveal that she was wearing sexy black lace panties. She took hold of my member and began to rub it. Her touch was much gentler than I was expecting; my cock started to respond.

 

“That’s more like it!” she grinned, “Would it help if I showed you these double-dees?” she chuckled, cupping and wobbling her breasts.

 

I nodded that it would. I felt completely subservient, but it didn’t matter. Auntie Ann lifted her oversized shirt over her head and removed it. She was braless. Her tits were magnificent; round, full and symmetrical, with a small point at the nipple. They were side- set with more space between them. Given her age, she had no signs of sag. They appeared firm. They weren’t the only bodily parts that were firm. A rush of blood to my groin had had the desired effect.

 

“That seemed to work.” She giggled, “I expect that if I take my panties off, it’ll work even more. Would you like that?”

 

“Yes, please,” I said, in disbelief.

 

Auntie Ann took hold of the waistband of her sexy black panties, pulled them down and removed them completely. She had a thick, wiry bush of dark pubic hair. I stared at it in surprise.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you navigate your way through the jungle when it’s time for you to put it in,” she laughed, seeing the look of bewilderment on my face.

 

Now that she was totally naked, Auntie Ann positioned herself so that she was kneeling astride me, facing me, cowboy fashion. She had a roguish look on her face that I’d not witnessed before. She was stroking my manhood, softly and slowly. She viewed my member stiff in her hand, and I noticed her smile at the result of her stimulation.

 

“Mmmm, not bad.’ she murmured, “Samantha’s measurements weren’t so far out after all!”

 

She gently eased my foreskin back to expose my purple domed head; it was already damp. She softly palpated the end of my nob with her finger. No one had ever done that to me before; it sent a tingling sensation right up my shaft and made my whole body tremor involuntarily. I gasped at the thrill of her touch. She moved her other hand to her pubic hair and parted it to expose her slit with its pliable flaps. I noticed how red it was, like the delicate petals of a rose.

 

Auntie Ann held my member firmly and glided down my thighs so that her pussy descended inexorably towards it. I watched in awe as my cock entered her vulva like a train entering a tunnel. Initially, she was leaning back, supporting some of her weight on her thighs, but once she was satisfied that I was comfortably inside her, she put her hands on my chest and pushed off so that she could slide up and down my thighs. When she was at the bottom of her slide, my member was deep inside her, but when she was at the top, she skillfully ensured it didn’t come out.

 

I watched her large tits oscillate as she bobbed up and down; her nipples were rock solid. I regretted that my hands were tied so that I couldn’t fondle them. She leaned forward; her breasts rested on my bare chest, so that she could tickle my chest with her nipples. She kissed my neck, and then we kissed fervently on the lips.

 

“Mmmm, that feels so good.” She murmured contentedly.

 

I can sense that Auntie Ann is getting wet. She starts to gyrate her body more zealously so that her hips are grinding against my pelvis. I am amazed by how supple and pliable she is. Bizarrely, I recalled that the sisters had informed me that their auntie was a good dancer and very flexible. She was certainly proving that now. Her strokes were getting shorter and more intense. I knew I was nearing my climax, and from the noises that Auntie Ann was making, I guessed she was too. I hope we weren’t being too noisy. I didn’t want Samantha to wake up and discover us like this.

 

Suddenly, Auntie Ann sat up ramrod straight and thrust down. It took me by surprise. As ever, Auntie Ann was in complete control. We both gasped and released. I was deep inside her as I discharged. Once we were spent, Auntie Ann cupped my balls in her hand and tenderly massaged them. For the second time tonight, I was euphoric.

 

After about fifteen minutes, Auntie Ann climbed off me.

 

“Thank you, Baz. I really enjoyed that.” She said dispassionately, as if I’d just performed a service.

 

“Don’t thank me, you did all the work.” I replied, “My hands were tied, literally! It was fun though.”

 

I watched as Auntie Ann slipped back into her little black panties and T-shirt.

 

“I ought to be getting back to Samantha’s room for some sleep.” Auntie Ann said, “We’ve got a busy day tomorrow, and I’m quite exhausted after that.”

 

“Are you going to untie me?” I questioned, concerned that she was just going to abandon me, “I’m hardly likely to go in the girls' room now, you’ve drained me, physically and emotionally.”

 

“I think I’ll leave you like that until the morning as punishment for what you did earlier. But I promise I won’t tell Stephanie and Lucy that you were spying on them.” Auntie Ann pronounced, “Goodnight!”

 

And with that, she left.

 

Despite being tied up, I slept surprisingly well. I suppose I’d got a good excuse; I had been up since 4 am, and we had crammed a lot into the day – and night! I don’t know what time it was when I woke up. I couldn’t see my watch, but there was a bright light streaming through the window, suggesting it was morning. As is often the case when waking up in a strange bed, it took a while to sink in where I actually was. I had woken up with Nocturnal penile tumescence – that’s ‘morning wood’ or ‘Morning Glory’ to you and me.

 

As I orientated myself, I realised that the reason I had woken was that I could hear a faint knocking at my bedroom door. No doubt Auntie Ann had returned to remove my shackles. I said, ‘Come in,’ relieved that liberation was at hand.

 

Instead of Auntie Ann entering the room as I had expected, it was the stunning Samantha. As she came in, she was saying:

 

“Morning Baz, Auntie Ann says that you’ve borrowed my be….”

 

Before she could complete the word ‘belt’, she stopped in her tracks as she realised I was lying on the bed naked, totally incapacitated, with my erect penis in full view. Her jaw dropped. She stared at it, gobsmacked.

 

“Are you going to untie me, Samantha?” I pleaded, “Please?”

 

Samantha slowly recovered from her shock.

 

“Oh my! Y-yes. Sure. I need to get something first.” She stuttered hesitantly.

 

And with that, she was gone.

 

She returned only moments later. This time, I noticed despondently that she had her camera with her. She proceeded to take pictures of me prone on the bed with everything in full view. She got in really close to my manhood.

 

“These will go great with the ones that I took in Manchester. I still look at those with my mates.” She laughed, “Would you mind if I exposed your dome?”

 

“I’m in no position to stop you,” I replied.

 

She wrapped her delicate fingers around my manhood, pulled my foreskin back and took several pictures with my purple knob exposed. Her touch was heavenly.

 

“I wish we had more time.” She said disappointedly, “I’d love to drop my trousers and panties, climb on top of you, and feel that inside me.”

 

“I’m sure they’ll wait!” I replied wishfully.

 

“Naughty!” she giggled, “I suppose I ought to untie you. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with Auntie Ann.”

 

Samantha untied my bindings, then stayed and watched me dress. We joined the others in the lounge; it was 9.15 am.

 

“Good of you to join us.” Auntie Ann said sarcastically, “Don’t tell me, you were tied up with something. You’ve just got time to grab some breakfast before the kit inspection at 09.30. We wouldn’t want you walking on an empty stomach, especially as you had an eventful day yesterday.” She smiled.

 

At 09.30, we lined up for kit inspection as instructed – or should that be ordered? The weather forecast was for a pleasant day, quite warm with the possibility of light showers later. Having told me that I couldn’t wear jeans hiking and needed specialist walking trousers, I was surprised that all three girls were wearing jeans: a classic case of ‘do as I say, not as I do’. That said, the girls looked great in their tight jeans, so I wasn’t complaining. They’d teamed their jeans with T-shirts but packed jumpers into their rucksacks in case it turned chilly later. They all wore sturdy hiking boots and carried Berghaus jackets. Ann and I had opted for hiking trousers with base layer long-sleeve tops. Whereas four of us carried lightweight, 20-litre rucksacks, Ann had a 40-litre one.

 

Ann walked along the line like an officer inspecting squaddies; first Stephanie, then Lucy, then Samantha. When she got to Samantha, she asked:

 

“Have I got to get you to drop your jeans to check what you’re wearing underneath?”

 

I was thinking, ‘Please do!’ But she didn’t. Then she got to me.

 

“Auntie Ann, you should get Baz to drop his trousers to check what he’s wearing underneath.” Samantha giggled.

 

Fortunately, Auntie Ann resisted the temptation to do that, too. We all passed muster and were declared fit to go on our hike. We were soon on our way.

 

Auntie Ann drove, and as a guest, I was allowed to travel in the front with her. The girls squeezed into the back seat, Lucy in the centre with the sisters on either side. It was about a twenty-minute drive to the car park on the outskirts of Ambleside from where our hike was due to start, or ‘Trailhead’ as Auntie Ann insisted on calling it.

 

On arrival, we found that the car park only accommodated about fifteen cars, and most of the spaces were taken. Luckily, there were a couple of spaces left. Having parked, we disembarked and put on our rucksacks. For the first part of the walk, we were on quiet town roads. Even these were pleasant as they passed quaint houses and grassy plains, and we were accompanied by the sound of a babbling brook that ran alongside the road. The path was virtually flat, and the whole area was charming, especially on a sunny day like we were enjoying today.

 

Not far out of town, we headed uphill on a gravel road. It wasn’t a steep climb, and even a Southern Softie could manage it without getting out of breath. The road was wide enough that we could walk alongside each other and chat. The track was fringed with moss-covered stone walls, ancient metal fencing, and picturesque trees. The morning sun sent beams of light cascading through the trees to form patterns in the moss; it was a photographer's dream. Samantha was snapping away constantly, which slowed us down.

 

We were now in open countryside. The trees that had accompanied us at the beginning had suddenly gone; we were out in the rolling hills and fells that Lakeland is famous for. The scenery was truly beautiful, and we seemed to lose everybody else. We were now on a narrow, undulating track, which meant that at times we had to walk in single file. Naturally, Auntie Ann took the lead. Stephanie and Lucy followed behind with Samantha next, and me last. The scenery was striking, but even so, I was constantly distracted by the glorious view of Samantha’s bottom in her tight jeans just in front of me.

 

Auntie Ann stopped and consulted her map as we came to a junction in the path. She decided we should make a sharp right turn next to a small pond of clear, still water, a ‘tarn’ as she called it. From here, the track climbed steeply. Underfoot, it was a mixture of grass and rubble. But it was easy to follow as it had been well-trodden. We reached a small plateau, with a large human-made pile of stones placed on it, a ‘cairn’ as Auntie Ann informed me. She invited us to look back in the direction we’d come from. There, spread out before us, was a beautiful view of Windermere. We could even see where we had been on our boat yesterday. It was a vision that even the sight of Samantha’s bum struggled to compete with as we looked down on it from our elevated position. It was magnificent.

 

Auntie Ann suggested that it would be a good place to stop and take a break before we tackled the next incline, which, she warned us, would be steeper. We all agreed. Auntie Ann produced a flask of tea from her voluminous rucksack, plus crisp and golden slices of delicious, sweet and spicy Grasmere gingerbread cake.

 

Suitably refreshed, we set off again. This section of the path was steep and scraggy. Following closely behind Samantha, at times my eyeline was level with her adorable bottom; occasionally, I could even discern her visible panty line. Auntie Ann had promised this climb would be rewarding; it certainly was living up to it at the moment!

 

We surmounted another false summit, then a little further on, we reached the true summit of Loughrigg Fell. From here, we had stunning views of Grasmere and Helm Crag looming behind it. It was noticeably windier up here, and the girls put their jumpers on over their T-shirts. I could quite imagine how you could easily get caught out by the weather. That said, it was a lovely spot with plenty of rocks around to sit on. Auntie Ann gave us permission to take our rucksacks off and sit down for a break while she studied her map. I sat down next to Samantha.

 

“Any chaffing yet?” I asked flirtatiously.

 

“No, I’m fine.” She smiled, knowing exactly what I was hinting at.

 

“Well, if you do get some, I’ve a tub of Vaseline. I’d be quite happy to rub it on for you if needs be.” I grinned.

 

“I bet you would!” she giggled and playfully pushed me off the rock I was sitting on.

 

While Samantha and I were being childish, I looked across at Stephanie and Lucy, who were sitting nearby. Gazing out at the stunning scenery had obviously made them feel lovey-dovey. Stephanie had surreptitiously undone Lucy’s jeans. I could see the pink of her pretty cotton-candy panties contrasting with her ebony skin. Thinking she was unobserved, Stephanie secretly slipped her hand inside Lucy’s panties and gave her a furtive rub, no doubt made all the more exciting because she was outdoors in company. Lucy closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip with sensual pleasure. As I watched, I was desperately hoping that Lucy would reciprocate.

 

We were brought back to earth by Auntie Ann, who suddenly stood up, donned her rucksack and declared that, as the wind was picking up, we should start our descent. Stephanie, frustrated, quickly withdrew her hand, and Lucy did up her jeans, noticing that I was watching. She smiled at me coyly.

 

We left the peak of the fell in the opposite direction from that in which we had arrived, heading north. The track was narrow and twisty, and we walked in single file. Auntie Ann led again – of course – but this time Samantha followed, with me behind her, Stephanie behind me and Lucy at the rear. The path down was pretty rough, with loose, scrambly patches which required some care, so we had to watch our step. At one point, Samantha slipped and nearly fell. I instinctively grabbed her, in the process inadvertently grabbing her boobs (honestly!). She thanked me [for saving her, not for touching her boobs], and we carried on, no harm done.

 

It was hard to concentrate on where to put your feet because the view in front was so stunning. Whilst the walk up from Ambleside had been interesting and varied, the view from this side was absolutely spectacular, overlooking Grasmere. It was so difficult to tear your eyes away from the gleaming lake below.

 

Fortunately, the track soon became more stable, made primarily of large, flat rocks. So it was possible to walk and look at the magnificent vista before us at the same time. Auntie Ann reassured us that we had completed the hardest part of the walk.

 

After a while, the descent became more gradual. Auntie Ann consulted her map, and we took a sharp right turn so that we were now heading east rather than north. We were now in the lee of the peak, the wind dropped markedly, and it was warm again. We stopped to let the girls take off their jumpers. When Stephanie removed hers, she inadvertently lifted her T-shirt as well to give me a splendid view of her white bra underneath.

 

“Oops, pretend you didn’t see that, Baz” she said to me, “At least I had a bra on today, I often don’t!” she added, red-faced.

 

We continued on our way. The undulating path was grassier now, rather than rocky and was lined with thick bracken. The views of the lake to our left were particularly pretty. Auntie Ann suddenly became rather excited.

 

“We are nearly here!” she exclaimed enthusiastically.

 

I looked around, and I couldn’t see anything to get worked up about. Then, suddenly, a huge dark cave appeared out of nowhere in the bank to the right of the track. The path that we’d been walking along for some way had been fairly flat, with a barely noticeable decline. However, the path to the cave went uphill quite steeply. But the prospect of exploring the cave made the climb worthwhile.

 

To get to the cave, we had to walk over some stepping stones across a pool of shallow water. Auntie Ann became very protective, like a mother hen, telling us to be careful in case the stones were slippery. Some of the stones were below the water, so we were pleased we’d got our sturdy boots on.

 

Once across the stepping stones, we could enter the cave itself. It’s a pretty impressive sight when you’re in the cave, which at the time of our visit was full of clear, cool water. Auntie Ann was keen to tell us that Rydal Cave is not natural, and that it is actually man-made and used to be called Rydal Quarry. From here, the slate taken from mining was used on the beautiful houses that we had seen adorning the neighbouring towns and villages, including Ambleside, where we had explored yesterday, and commenced our trek today.

 

Fortunately, we had the place to ourselves. We were like exuberant kids! We had great fun in the cave; it was such an atmospheric place to spend some time. We found ourselves just walking around exploring all the rocky areas. Samantha got some brooding pictures of the rocks reflected in the tranquil water below. Stephanie and Lucy delighted in shouting rude words and listening to the echoes.

 

Auntie Ann produced a picnic from her copious rucksack, and we sat down and enjoyed a relaxing break in the tranquil atmosphere of the cave’s environs. I sat next to Samantha. At one point, she suggested that we should go skinny-dipping in the clear water of the cave. Having felt the temperature of it, I persuaded her that it probably wasn’t such a good idea!

 

Suitably refreshed, we continued on our way back down the slope. The path soon widened, allowing us to walk as a group. Not long after that, we came to a tarmacked path lined with mossy stone walls and trees on either side, and even the occasional house.

 

Auntie Ann had one last surprise for us. At Rydal, she took a slight detour so that we could visit the famous ‘Grot’. This grotto was built in 1668 as a place to frame and enjoy the spectacular Rydal Falls. It is one of Britain’s earliest examples of a viewing station. It had been a favourite place of William Wordsworth. From the window, an old stone bridge across Rydal Beck can be seen. The Beck descends as a waterfall, known as Low Falls, into a plunge pool and continues through a gorge that frames the falls and casts shade upon the scene.

 

Samantha was particularly taken with the place as it offered entrancing opportunities for photography. She took me to one side away from the others.

 

“Baz, if we can find somewhere secluded, would you take your clothes off and let me take some more pictures of you naked?” she whispered, “I’ve got some of you in Manchester and in the cabin, it would be great to get some outside.”

 

“Totally naked?” I asked.

 

“Yes, please.” She confirmed, then continued, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

 

“That’s what you told me in Manchester!” I reminded her.

 

“I’ll do it this time, I promise.” She assured me, “As soon as I’ve taken the pictures, I’ll pull down my jeans and my panties, and I’ll show you my pussy in all its naked glory. I’ll even let you stroke it,” she added magnanimously.

 

The thought of seeing and potentially touching Samantha’s pussy was just too tempting.

 

“Okay. If you can find a suitable spot away from prying eyes, I’ll do it.” I confirmed.

 

Samantha disappeared into the undergrowth. She emerged a few minutes later, a huge smile on her face.

 

“I’ve found just the spot!” she beamed, “Follow me.”

 

I looked furtively around. When I was sure that no one was watching, I followed Samantha through tall bracken and ferns. She pushed her way through some even denser bushes, with me following close behind. Eventually, we emerged into a flat, grassy clearing. I imagine that at some point in the past, it may have been a lawned area of some formal garden long lost to nature. Now it was a secretive glade, quiet and secluded.

 

It was a magical spot, truly mystic. Surrounded by tall trees, it was nevertheless bathed in sunlight that streaked in shafts of shimmering light through the branches and danced on the verdant carpet below. It was deathly quiet apart from the odd bird chattering annoyance at being disturbed by our intrusion, and the faint bubbling of the beck in the distance. To one side of the dell was a grassy knoll that rose several feet above the flat area to give the effect of a natural amphitheatre. Underfoot, it was soft and spongy with moss, and smelt, not unpleasantly, rather earthy.

 

“If you stand in the middle of the clearing and undress, I’ll sit on that grassy bank and take pictures. Is that okay?” Samantha suggested.

 

I put my rucksack down by Samantha, then moved to the centre of the grassy space. I sat down, untied my boots and removed them; my socks followed. I stood up and discarded my shirt, then undid my hiking trousers and lowered them. I was standing in front of Samantha in just my boxers. As per usual, I had a large bulge.

 

“You’ve got a stiffy again, haven’t you?” Samantha giggled.

 

“I usually do have when I’m with you,” I confirmed.

 

“Naughty!” She chuckled, “Let’s see it then.”

 

I pulled my boxers down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I was now standing directly in front of Samantha, completely naked, with my erect penis pointing straight at her. Clicking away merrily with her camera, she moved down off the bank so that she was really close to me and could get shots from all angles. I did my best to pose for her.

 

“Do you think you can lie down on the grass?” she instructed, “On your side, facing me.”

 

I did as she asked. I found the earthy aroma venereous.

 

“Would you mind if I moved it slightly?” Samantha asked, “Your cock, I mean.”

 

“Help yourself.” I acquiesced, “You’ve felt it before.”

 

Samantha leaned in really close, took hold of my member and adjusted it slightly to one side. Then she tenderly moved my balls. Her touch was sublime.

 

“That’s better!” she smiled, “I’ll get some great pictures like that.”

 

“Rather than taking pictures, why don’t you strip off and join me? We can do it right here, right now.” I virtually begged.

 

“That would be fun.” Samantha conceded, “I’m wet already just looking at it. But you know my sister and auntie wouldn’t approve. They won’t even like it that I’ve let you touch it. They are very protective of me. They still call me ‘Our Kid’.”

 

Samantha carried on taking pictures for another couple of minutes.

 

“That’s great!” she declared, “We’ll call it a day there before the others notice we’re missing and come looking for us. Once you’re dressed, I’ll keep my promise and show it to you. And you can stroke it.”

 

The incentive of Samantha’s promise meant I dressed as quickly as I could. I’d been waiting a long time for this moment. I was literally shaking with expectation. She really was stunning.

 

“Ready to see it?” she asked with a chuckle.

 

“Can’t wait!” I said excitedly.

 

Standing directly in front of me, Samantha undid her jeans and pushed them down below her crotch to reveal she was wearing pale blue cotton panties with a delicate ribbon bow on the waistband at the front. Auntie Ann would have been pleased; they were quite sensible. Samantha had admitted earlier that she was wet; I could see a small, damp patch as evidence. She gripped the top of her panties.

 

“Here goes.” She teased.

 

She slowly lowered her panties. The top of her slit came into view; it looked really cute. Then a voice rang out:

 

“Samantha? Are you in there?”

 

It was Auntie Ann, and she was close by. Samantha quickly pulled her panties and jeans up. Just in time, as Auntie Ann emerged from the undergrowth.

 

“Ah, there you are. We wondered where you’d got to.” Auntie Ann said, “We are going to move on, if you’re ready?”

 

“Y-yes.” Samantha replied flustered, hoping that Auntie Ann didn’t see her doing up the zip on her jeans, “I was just taking some photos.” She explained.

 

“You’ll have to share them with us when we get back.” Auntie Ann said innocently.

 

“Of course,” Samantha replied. I hoped she wasn’t serious!

 

We made our way back to the grotto. Stephanie looked at her little sister suspiciously but didn’t say anything. We all put our backpacks on and recommenced our journey.

The walk back from Rydal to Ambleside was pleasant enough. It was on a tarmac surface, and the road was flanked by dry stone walls and beautiful trees. We rejoined the road that we had taken earlier, travelling in the opposite direction. We were following the river again, this time heading downstream.

 

At one point, Auntie Ann took another detour, this time walking us over the lush grassy flood meadows towards a set of stepping stones across the river. Here we found lots of children and teenagers playing in the water.

 

“This is where I had hoped we might have been able to do some wild swimming.” Auntie Ann explained, “I didn’t expect it to be quite so busy.”

 

“Where would we change?” Stephanie asked, sounding concerned as she looked around the open fields.

 

“We would have to hold towels up for each other.” Auntie Ann suggested.

 

“I’ll hold yours, Stephanie.” I volunteered.

 

“You can hold mine!” Samantha giggled at me, “As long as I can hold yours!”

 

“I think it’s too risky with all these teenage boys about. I suggest we give our wild swimming a miss.” Auntie Ann said.

 

“We could always go back to the cabin and use the hot tub.” Samantha proposed, “It’s been on all weekend, and we’ve not used it yet.”

 

We all agreed that it was a great idea. We made our way back to the track and traced our steps back to the car park. Before we left Ambleside, we stocked up on provisions for tonight’s meal, which we decided would be a barbecue next to the hot tub. We also bought a couple more bottles of Champagne.

 

Within half an hour, we were back at our cabin. Auntie Ann took charge. I was tasked to light the barbecue and get the hot tub ready, while the girls prepped the food.

 

The hot tub was a luxurious, permanent, raised model with internal electronics and moulded acrylic seating for six people. Once I’d worked out how to remove the cover, I could get to work on setting it up. Luckily, it came with an ‘idiot’s guide’ to make sure we operated it correctly and understood all the features. Fortunately, the hot tub was already nearly up to the correct operating temperature; I calculated that it would be ready within an hour. That gave me time to sort out all the other features.

 

I thought the most important element to get right was the position and force of the hydrotherapy jets. The unit came with a mixture of rotational and directional jets that promised to provide a massage that was perfect for de-stressing and reducing aches, pains, and strains in your body. I positioned these so that they concentrated on areas that were most likely to be affected by our hike. I was feeling it most in my shoulders; I think this was probably due to being tied up in bed last night rather than our hike! Next, I configured the underwater, colour-changing lights to create a romantic, soothing atmosphere. The unit even had illuminated holders for our wine glasses! Then I paired the on-board speakers with the cabin’s sound system, picking some easy-listening Eagles tracks that I knew Stephanie enjoyed. Finally, I turned on three elegant fountains that provided a relaxing, natural soundtrack, not dissimilar to the tumbling becks we’d encountered today. Once it was ready, I invited the girls out to inspect it. They loved it. Like me, they couldn’t wait to try it.

 

We ate our barbecued dinner – including the obligatory local Cumberland Sausages – as quickly as we could. We then retired to our respective rooms to change into our bathing costumes. I quickly changed into a pair of black, mesh-lined swim shorts and returned to the hot tub.

 

I was the first one back, so I poured out five glasses of Champagne and put them in the illuminated holders. They looked fantastic. It was a gorgeous evening, mild with a clear, starry sky. There was a full moon that was already bright enough to cast long shadows. The air was so still that I lit some scented candles and dotted them around the patio. They barely flickered.

Stephanie and Lucy were the next ones back; they were absolutely stunning! Stephanie was wearing a striking pure white triangle bikini, the briefs of which were skimpy and barely covered her pussy, and even less of her adorable bottom. The top enclosed her magnificent boobs, showing them off spectacularly. She had tied up her golden hair in a loose bun, so that her bare shoulders and elegant neck were exposed. She looked every inch a Bond Girl.

Lucy had opted for a jet-black bikini that complemented her gleaming ebony skin. The briefs were high-waisted and tight so that the outline of her slit was discernible and her bum peeked out cheekily. The top showed off her irresistible breasts. She had put her hair into intricate, tight braids. She looked fantastic! The two of them together looked heavenly.

Auntie Ann was the next to emerge from the cabin. She looked particularly glamorous in a simple but elegant emerald-green one-piece swimsuit with a plunging neckline that emphasised her boobs. She wore a contrasting floral sarong around her waist.

 

Finally, I expect by design so that she would make the biggest impact with her entrance, Samantha appeared. Her bikini was the skimpiest of all. It was an extremely low-waisted, ivory coloured, string-tie, triangular two-piece of intricate design that hinted at being see-through, although all the important areas were covered, although only just. She had brushed her golden blond hair out in loose waves so that it tumbled naturally over her bare shoulders. She, too, looked magnificent.

 

We took our places in the tub. I went in first and sat opposite the steps. Samantha entered next and sat to my left, Stephanie followed and sat to my right, Lucy sat to her girlfriend’s right, and finally, Auntie Ann sat next to Samantha. The upshot being that I was sitting between the two gorgeous sisters. I was in heaven!

 

It was great to just lie back and unwind, letting the powerful jets of water work their magic, soothing our aching muscles and tired limbs. You could almost sense blood flow improving in your body. The warm water and buoyancy combined to create a sense of weightlessness, allowing the release of worries and concerns. The intimate setting and convivial surroundings encouraged us to chat and bond to even a greater extent than we already had. Of course, this was aided by the Champagne!

 

We soon polished off the first bottle of bubbly, and I offered to go and open the second. Samantha volunteered to help. As soon as we were alone in the kitchen, she said to me:

 

“Baz, I owe you an apology”

 

“Whatever for?” I questioned.

 

“I’ve still not shown it to you,” she said conspiratorially.

 

“Shown me what?” I questioned not following her thread.

 

“My pussy, silly!” she clarified, “I was hoping that we’d all be naked in the hot tub and you’d see it then, but with Auntie Ann in there, that’s not likely to happen.”

 

“I’ve noticed that you behave yourself more when she’s around,” I told her.

 

As we chatted, I found the second bottle of Champagne in the fridge. I carefully removed the foil wrap that covered the cork, untwisted the wire loop, and gently loosened the metal cage that protected the cork, keeping my thumb on the cork head to prevent a premature ‘pop’. Once the cage was off, I gripped the bottle in my right hand – my prominent one – and wedged the bulbous head of the cork deep into the palm of my left hand. Supporting the base of the bottle against my naked hip, I slowly rotated the bottle back and forth with my right hand whilst keeping the bottle steady with my left. As the cork turned, I moved my right hand down the bottle until it was halfway down. I could feel the cork loosening, so I slowed down my rhythmic twisting of the bottle and firmly grasped the cork, sliding my thumb up from beneath the lip of the cork and applying pressure so that it slid smoothly out of the bottle. There was an almost inaudible sigh as the cork left the bottle, and a gentle release of vapour. I held the cork over the open bottle for a few seconds to ensure there was no bubbling over of foam. Samantha had been watching, enthralled.

 

“Wow! You made that look so sexy!” she gasped, and then continued, “Pull my string.”

 

I looked at her, bewildered.

 

“Pull my string.” She repeated, “I’ve already loosened it.”

 

To make it clear what she meant, she held out the loose end of the string at the side of her tiny bikini briefs. I gave it a gentle tug, and her bikini bottoms came off in my hand.

 

“That was naughty!” she giggled, “But at least you can see it now. I’ve kept my promise.”

 

I glanced down between Samantha’s legs, which were slightly apart, where her delectable little pussy was in full view. Like her sister, she was smoothly shaved. If anything, her vulva was even more compact and tighter than her sister’s. Her flaps were small, regular and barely protruding, giving her a delicate, youthful appearance. Her pussy was a ripening strawberry hue on the outer edges, with hints of a fully ripened one internally. It was enthralling. Samantha moved her hand down, and with her fingers shaped like an inverted-V, she pushed her vulva open slightly wider so that more of the fully ripe strawberry inside was visible.

 

“Can you see it better like that?” she asked.

 

“It’s adorable.” I swooned.

 

“Have you seen my sister’s pussy yet?” she asked, her question catching me off guard.

 

How did I answer? I had seen her sister’s pussy, but I wasn’t aware if her sister knew that I’d seen it because I’d been spying on her at the time. Samantha took my delayed response as an indication that I probably hadn’t seen it.

 

“Well, if you haven’t, make sure you do before we leave. She’ll try to get out of it if she can.” Samantha said, “Meanwhile, you can touch mine if you like.” She chuckled.

 

I reached down and sensitively placed my middle finger on it, glad that I’d cut my nails before I left home. I deftly pressed against the flaps and rubbed them tenderly. Samantha groaned appreciatively.

 

“Oh my God! That feels so good!” she breathed.

 

As she spoke, she had pulled the front of my swimming shorts down to expose my member, which had already responded to the sight of her sweet little pussy. She took hold of it and pulled my foreskin back.

 

“Can you put it in? Please?” she coaxed, "Please, Baz, put it in," she repeated desperately.

 

“I don’t think I should,” I replied, ignoring every bone in my body that was urging me to.

 

“Just rub it against it then.” She lured, “There’s no harm in that.”

 

We moved closer. I took a firm grip of my member and softly brushed my sensitive dome against Samantha’s delicate flaps. It felt intoxicating.

 

“Sweet Jesus!” Samantha cried, “A bit harder, please!”

 

I did as Samantha compelled and rubbed it a bit firmer. I felt her flaps open and invite me in. No, it was more irresistible than that; it was as if her vulva was actively sucking me in. I tried desperately hard to resist, but it was as if I was walking in quicksand.

 

My dome was nestling in the soft, moist folds of her external labia. Another few moments and I wouldn’t be able to resist penetrating her. Just then, the door to the patio opened, and Auntie Ann strode purposefully in. Fortunately, we were on the opposite side of the breakfast bar, and she couldn’t see that her niece was naked below the waist and that my member was just inside her – barely! I quickly pulled out.

 

“Did you have trouble getting it out?” Auntie Ann asked, walking briskly towards us.

 

“S-sorry?” I stuttered, not knowing what she meant.

 

“Sometimes you have to wiggle it with your finger and thumb.” She continued.

 

This set Samantha off giggling. I obviously looked none the wiser.

 

“The cork? Did you get the cork out?” Auntie Ann clarified.

 

“Oh, that?  Yes, no problem. I’m just waiting for it to settle before I bring it out.” I explained.

 

By now, Auntie Ann was closing in on us. Samantha, still giggling, turned to face her auntie and pressed tight against the breakfast bar to conceal her semi-nakedness, and I stood close behind her. So close in fact that my erect member was now pressing against her cute little bare bottom. Samantha felt it and gasped.

 

“I’m on duty tomorrow, so I thought I ought to mix my Champers with orange to make a weak Bucks Fizz.” Auntie Ann explained, “We’ve got some orange in the fridge.”

 

Now the fridge was on our side of the breakfast bar; if she had come around this side, she’d have seen that Samantha had discarded her bikini bottoms. She would also notice my exposed and erect member pushed into her niece’s bottom.

 

“That’s alright, Auntie Ann, we’ll bring it out to you,” Samantha said desperately, her voice quite breathless.

 

“Are you sure?” Auntie Ann asked.

 

“Yes, it’s no bother,” Samantha confirmed.

 

Luckily, Auntie Ann accepted Samantha’s offer, turned and withdrew back to the patio. I quickly pulled my shorts up and tucked my member back inside them. Samantha and I gave a huge sigh of relief and hugged each other. As we embraced, I squeezed her peachy bum cheeks; Samantha slid her hands inside my shorts and did the same to mine.

 

“I'd better put my bottoms back on before Auntie Ann comes back wondering where we’ve got to,” Samantha said.

 

She bent over to pick her little bikini briefs up. I couldn’t resist it; I gave her bottom a sharp slap.

 

“Naughty!” she giggled, “You better have one last look at my pussy before I cover it up.”

 

I didn’t just look at it, I gave it a quick stroke. Then Samantha slipped back into her bikini briefs and tied them up securely. We returned to the others with the bottle of Champagne and a jug of orange juice.

 

We got back into the tub and shared the drinks around. Leaving the half-full bottle of Champers in a cooler to one side. Auntie Ann stood up. This always made me nervous.

 

“I just wanted to say that you all did well today. I know it was only a relatively easy hike, but you came through with flying colours, even our Southern Softie guest! I’m proud of you all.” Auntie Ann announced, “Next time we’ll tackle something harder.”

 

“It was hard enough for me.” Samantha giggled.

 

I surreptitiously kicked Samantha under the water.

 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m back to work early tomorrow, so I’m going to love you and leave you, I’m afraid. Our Kid, you’re working tomorrow as well, you'd better come with me.”

 

Samantha reluctantly stood up and disconsolately followed her auntie out of the tub like a recalcitrant child being coaxed from a playground by the gentle tug of an impatient parent.

I was so glad that Stephanie, Lucy and I had had the foresight to book an additional day off. We continued to chat and drink for a while longer. As the drink took effect, our banter was getting saucier; Stephanie, in particular, was getting quite raunchy. She re-told the story about what had happened in the hotel in Manchester, how they had got me naked, and delighted in telling her girlfriend considerable detail about my cock. I was surprised by how much interest she had obviously taken in it.

 

All of a sudden, Stephanie grabbed the last bottle of bubbly and climbed out of the tub, wrapped a towel around her waist, picked up a blanket and walked towards the moonlit woodlands. Lucy and I looked at each other with puzzled expressions on our faces. We both shruged our shoulders and gazed across at her.

 

“Come on then!” she shouts, “and don't forget your Champagne glasses!”

 

I point to myself and shout back, “What me too?”

 

“Yes, you too, Baz,” she retorts.

 

Lucy and I quickly grabbed a towel each and scrambled out of the hot tub. By now, Stephanie has gone deep into the woods. We can just make out her silhouette in the moonlight. We followed as quickly as we could to keep up with her; she is showing no sign of slowing down. We’ve got no shoes on, but fortunately, there is a narrow, spongy grass track cut through the trees that has been recently mowed. It is springy underfoot.

We lose sight of her. Lucy stoops down. There is a footprint in the soft, mossy ground.

“She went this way,” Lucy announced with confidence. “I’d recognise those big feet anywhere. She’s size seven, you know?”

We carry on. Ahead, we can see something bright white lying on the grass in the centre of the track, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight piercing the tree canopy like a spotlight on a stage. We stop, and Lucy picks it up. It is Stephanie’s bikini top. Somewhat confused, we continue on our way; Stephanie is out of sight now.

 

A little further on, we spot another white object on the track in front. It looks like it has been deliberately placed on a patch of ground where the moonlight is particularly bright, rather than casually discarded. Lucy picks it up. It is Stephanie’s bikini bottoms. We realise that we are playing Hansel and Gretel from the famous fairy tale, only instead of following a trail of breadcrumbs through the woods, we are following a trail of Stephanie’s clothes. Much more exciting!

 

“You do realise what this means, Baz?” Lucy asked.

 

I looked at her, bewildered.

 

“It means she’s naked!” she exclaimed.

 

Suddenly, my pursuit took on more urgency. The thought that Stephanie was somewhere ahead, totally naked, put a spring in my step. Up until now, I had been following Lucy; now I took the lead.

Lucy stopped and sniffed the air.

 

“We’re getting close. I got a distinct whiff of Coco Chanel Mademoiselle in the air. It’s Stephanie’s favourite perfume. I know she was wearing it tonight.”

We set off again. We passed a few more trees and turned a sharp bend. What I saw in front of me made me stop dead in my tracks. Lucy ran into the back of me, propelling me forward.

 

There in a moonlit clearing, is Stephanie – my goddess, the girl of my dreams – sitting on a blanket draped over a tree stump, naked as the day she was born. The impetus of Lucy colliding with me has resulted in me stumbling forward, nearly landing in Stephanie’s lap, but fortunately (or unfortunately!), I just managed to prevent it. I’m staring at her open-mouthed and speechless. I’m thinking, ‘Fuck me, she's bloody starkers!’

 

Stephanie is waving the Champagne bottle at us, shouting,

"Come on, guys, let me fill your glasses."

We dutifully allow her to fill our glasses. Lucy and I sit together on a nearby log facing Stephanie, both agog at what's happening. We raise our glasses and in unison say ‘Cheers!’.

 

I am flabbergasted at the sight of Stephanie as she sits bathed in the penetrating light from the full moon, casting its rays over her delectable, firm breasts, which are rising and falling rhythmically from the effort of our pursuit through the trees. The change in temperature from the hot tub to the cool air in the woods has stimulated her nipples; they are pointing out hard and proud. She is sitting with her legs slightly apart, and there is enough light to be able to discern her rosy little pussy. My eyes are drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I’ve waited so long for her to show it to me, and here it is in all its magnificent glory. It’s adorable.

 

“Okay, guys,” Stephanie says in a commanding voice that I’d not experienced previously, “Get your kit off!”

 

Lucy and I look at her incredulously. Stephanie points to a tartan blanket that she had already spread on the leafy ground in front of her.

 

“Come on, strip off and lie down on this blanket.” Stephanie instructed, “We haven’t got all night.”

 

Lucy and I look at each other. Lucy plucks up the courage to speak:

 

“Both of us?” she asks timidly.

 

“Of course, both of you. There’s plenty of room." Stephanie's voice is slurred.

 

Lucy and I glance at each other again and then do as we've been told, moving onto the blanket and sitting down.

 

“Clothes off!” Stephanie orders.

 

I think Lucy is as shocked by the forcefulness of Stephanie’s voice as I am. She hesitantly puts her hands behind her back and undoes the clasp on her black bikini top. She slowly slides the top off to reveal her magnificent ebony breasts. I notice that her nipples are erect, too. I guess it’s my turn. I grip the top of my black swimming shorts and pull them down to my ankles and off. Probably for the first time all weekend, my cock is flaccid. I can tell that both girls are looking at it, Lucy from only about a foot away. Lucy then holds the top of her black bikini briefs; she hesitates momentarily and then pulls them down. I am only inches from her sultry amber pussy as it comes into view. It is delightful, just begging to be stroked.

 

Lucy and I are now sitting next to each other, totally starkers. The blanket is barely big enough to accommodate us both, so our bodies are touching. Wherever there is contact, there is shared warmth. We sit silently, nervously awaiting Stephanie’s next command. I must admit, I am somewhat fearful of this bold, domineering, naked girl barking out orders. I’m not familiar with this side of her. She looks directly at me. I feel uncomfortable as I know the next instruction is going to be specifically for me.

 

“Alright Baz!” she spouts, “I know you were watching Lucy and me shagging last night in the cabin, so it's my turn to watch you perform with my girlfriend.”

 

I was dumbstruck! How did she know that I’d watched them? Had they known I was there all the time and carried on anyway? Did they observe me pleasuring myself? Perhaps Auntie Ann had told them after all? While all this was spinning in my head, Stephanie was speaking again. Her voice was less severe; she wasn’t giving orders, she was explaining.

 

“Baz, I am 100% lesbian.” Stephanie is saying, “But Lucy is bisexual and likes cock now and then.” She then says something that astounds me; she tells me, “Lucy is in on this and wants to reward you for making the weekend in the Lakes a happy and eventful one, and for looking after my sister and me in Manchester.”

 

I look at Lucy and ask, “Is this true?”

 

Lucy doesn’t answer; she doesn’t need to, the smile on her face says it all! Still smiling, Lucy pushed me down onto the blanket so that I was lying on my back, staring at the starry sky. Lucy then proceeded to stroke her long nails up and down my torso between my belly button and the base of my cock. Not surprisingly, my manhood starts to respond and is no longer flaccid. She then did the same on my inner thigh, letting her magical fingers explore as high as my balls. My prick quickly responded, and within seconds, I was rigid with an erection pointing skyward, feeling an inch longer than it had ever felt before. I can see that Lucy is smiling with delight at the results of her labour.

 

I glance across at Stephanie, and she has leaned forward on her perch to get a better look. I hear her shout:

 

“Go girl! Stroke that stalk!”

 

Lucy immediately responds to her girlfriend’s encouragement. I feel her long, well-manicured, painted nails move tantalizingly up and down my cock as if she is playing a tune on it. When she reached the top of my penis, she stopped and pulled down my foreskin to expose my sensitive helmet. There is already a drip of pre-cum on the end.

 

My heart was pounding so much I thought it would burst out of my chest. I turned my head to the side to look at Stephanie again. She has now opened her legs to afford me an even better look at her cute little pussy, and I can see that she was fingering herself as she watched Lucy slowly wanking me off. God, the sight of my dream girl masturbating while Lucy's hand moved up and down my cock, was sheer heaven. As my head was turned away from Lucy, looking intently at Stephanie pleasuring herself, I felt moist lips envelop my bellend!

 

I was lying too flat to see what that vixen Lucy was doing to me, so I inched myself up onto my elbows to observe her in action. She was on her knees, side on, with her left hand on my thigh and her right hand cupping my shaft as her large, luscious Caribbean lips moved slowly up then down over my knob end. Lucy was clearly no novice at giving a blow job as I watched her lick and suck on my dick.

 

As beautiful as Lucy is, and how well she was performing, my mind was still thinking of my beautiful Stephanie, as I heard her whimper with pleasure, rubbing herself to the sex act being carried out on me by her partner.

 

I closed my eyes and imagined it was Stephanie's tight little pussy flaps being spread as she lowered herself onto my tool. It would be her wet, juicy pussy slowly sliding up and down on me and not Lucy's lips.

 

The thought was quickly bringing me to a climax. I didn't want that to happen too soon. I wanted it to go on and on forever. I had to think of something to delay shooting my load, so I took my mind back to the football and Manchester United being behind in the game, where Stephanie and Samantha had joined me a few weeks earlier. Thinking of Manchester United recently was a sure-fire way to cool my ardour! My desire to ejaculate seemed to simmer a little as it took my mind off what was really happening. Then I recalled that in that match, United got the winning goal in the 95th minute, and I nearly came after all!

 

Fortunately, I held back, but I struggled to keep my mind off sex as my dirty thoughts then took me back to what had happened at the hotel, post-match, where Samantha had me lie naked on the bed, with false expectations of seeing both sisters’ pussies. She took pictures of me with a stonking hard-on, the teasing bitch that she was, then just showed me pictures of their cats on her mobile phone!

 

Back to reality, I was losing the battle to prolong the inevitable and, as I heard Stephanie climax and let out a scream, I succumbed too! Lucy sensed I was about to ejaculate and pulled her mouth away while still jerking up and down my stiff, pulsating cock. I echoed Stephanie’s scream and shot my load, hitting one of the tree branches above us. It was just as if Stephanie and I had orgasmed together. Oh my giddy aunt, what an experience!

 

Lucy carried on massaging my balls. I still maintained my erection. I thought I'd have a quick feel of Lucy's delightful pussy, which was easily within touching distance. I’d barely laid a finger on it when Stephane interjected:

 

“Oy Matey, that's for my fingers, lips and tongue only!” she scolded me, "Take your hands away.”

 

I delayed removing my fingers for an instant, protesting that poor Lucy had not yet been sexually stimulated and needed to climax as we had both done. From Lucy’s expression, I think she agreed with me. However, the withering look from Stephanie persuaded me otherwise, and I reluctantly removed my hands.

 

“Don’t worry about that, my girl will get plenty of stimulation when we're back in our bed.” Stephanie replied, “And no, you can’t watch this time!’ she added dismissively to me.

 

I must have looked particularly dejected because Stephanie got up off her tree stump and stood in front of me, her glorious naked body in full view. I noticed that her adorable pussy was glistening wet in the moonlight. She smiled beguilingly.

 

“Baz, as a special thank you from me for all you’ve done for us, I will let you have a quick stroke of my pussy. As long as you don’t put your fingers right in, and as long as my girlfriend doesn’t object?” She spoke quite slurry.

 

I looked imploringly at Lucy, who nodded her consent. I eagerly moved towards Stephanie, who parted her legs slightly. I could see that she was wet down there from where she had been pleasuring herself. Her pussy was so captivating, so precious, so … available! She looked directly into my eyes; her vision slightly glazed, her face etched with nervous anticipation. I got the feeling that I was the first chap to be permitted to touch her sacred area. Despite a distinct chill in the air now, I could see sweat forming on her brow. I reached down between Stephanie’s legs; she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip apprehensively. My fingers were just millimetres away from her pussy; I could even sense the dampness. I’d dreamt of this moment since the first day I’d seen her. And now it was about to happen. I stopped. I couldn’t do it; I loved and respected Stephanie too much. I couldn’t take advantage of her in her current, drunken state. I took my hand away. Stephanie opened her eyes and looked at me in disbelief.

 

“If the offer still stands when you’re sober, Stephanie, then I’ll be thrilled to take you up on it and stroke it,” I told her, not believing myself that I’d rejected such a golden opportunity. “For now, though, I think we ought to be heading back to the cabin. Your nipples are indicating that the temperature is dropping. I wouldn’t want you to catch a chill out here naked.”

 

The mere fact that I had mentioned that we were naked suddenly reminded the girls how much they were showing. Up until now, they had been totally relaxed, larking about in the nude. Lucy picked up her black bikini and slipped it back on. She handed Stephanie her white bikini, which we had gathered on our woodland treasure hunt, and she put it on. I bent down to pick up my shorts, but Stephanie beat me to them. She ran off back towards the cabin, carrying my shorts, with Lucy in close pursuit. Both girls were laughing hysterically. I was left to follow behind naked.

 

Back at the cabin, Lucy and Stephanie went straight to their room, still with my shorts in their possession. I could hear them giggling. I went to my room to reflect on what had been an adventurous day and a particularly eventful night. I lay on my bed naked and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about Stephanie.

 

I’m not sure how long I dozed for, but I awoke with that chilling sensation that I wasn’t alone in the room. The moonlight was not bright enough on this side of the building to light the bedroom; it was still too dark to discern anything other than the shadowy furniture. I switched on the bedside light. I almost jumped out of my skin. Standing by the bed was Auntie Ann, ghostlike in her long T-shirt: a phantom of delight, when first she gleamed upon my sight.

 

“Were you expecting me?” she asked cryptically, with a grin on her face.

 

I followed the direction of her gaze and realised I was lying on top of the duvet, stark naked, with a massive hard-on – no doubt from dreaming of Stephanie.

 

“I’m so sorry!” I said, and put my hands down to cover up.

 

“No need to apologise.” Auntie Ann reassured me, “And absolutely no need to cover up. The reason I came in to see you is that I’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning – probably before you are up - and I just wanted to say that I’ve really enjoyed your company over the weekend, and to thank you for looking after my nieces, I know they can be a bit of a handful.”

 

“It’s been a delight to meet you, too.” I replied, “We’ve had some fun.”

 

“We certainly had some fun last night!” she laughed. She hesitated as if she was in deep thought, then she added coyly, “I don’t suppose you fancy doing it again?”

 

“What? Being tied up?” I chuckled.

 

“Not that bit, but the rest of it.” Auntie Ann giggled.

 

“Does that mean I can use my hands this time?” I questioned.

 

“If you want to.” She winked, “I suppose you want to use them on these?”

 

As she spoke, she lifted her nightshirt over her head to reveal that she was naked underneath. I must admit I had not expected to see that furry bush again, but there it was in all its glory. And those tremendous tits! Full, round and firm: just asking to be fondled. And I could feel them now – my hands were free!

Auntie Ann climbed onto the bed, onto me. She made it obvious she wanted to dominate me again. She confidently took hold of my erect member and started to stroke it purposefully. She leaned forward so that I could reach up and handle her imposing breasts. They felt as firm as they looked, but they were nevertheless naturally malleable. Her nipples were rock hard as I kneaded them between my fingers and thumb; I sat up slightly so that now I could lick, suck and nibble on them.

 

I could feel that Auntie Ann had eased my foreskin back. As she had done last night, she caressed my purple domed head with the end of her finger. Just as it had done last night, her touch caused me to shudder. I could sense that I was already damp. She firmly pushed me back flat on the bed, and we kissed, mouth to mouth. Not wildly or passionately, but more subtly, with small pecking motions, like sparrows on a bird table.

 

As she bore down on me, I could feel wiry pubic hair against my groin, and I knew that Auntie Ann was getting ready. She deftly and expertly guided us together, and I felt my knob press against her pliable flaps. And then I was in. I put my hands on her rounded bum cheeks and encouraged them to rise and fall rhythmically. Autie Ann’s muscular hips were the driving force, starting slow and steadily building up intensity. She dictated the speed and the depth of penetration, surprising me just how far she could take me in. We were both breathing quickly and heavily, although I more so than she.

She was now bearing down on top of me, her breasts pressed firmly on my bare chest. Our kissing became more fervent. It wouldn’t be long now. I knew I was nearing my climax, and from Auntie Ann’s expression, I guessed she was too. I could tell that she was getting wet. I was deep inside her when I discharged in one large surge. Auntie Ann groaned loudly, but fortunately, her face was buried in my chest, which muffled the sound. Auntie Ann rolled off me and lay by my side, her breathing quickly recovering. She had her hand on my balls, tenderly massaging them. We lay like that for no more than fifteen minutes, then Auntie Ann climbed off the bed and slipped back into her nightshirt.

 

“That was fun.” She said, matter-of-factly, smoothing out the material of her shirt, “Thank you.”

 

She bent over and gave me a polite kiss on the cheek.

 

“I’ll be gone in the morning when you wake up. It’s been a pleasure to meet you. Hopefully we’ll meet again soon.” She said. And with that, she turned and left the room.

Soon after, I dropped off to sleep. Unsurprisingly, given all that had happened during the day, I had the most vivid, erotic dream. Stephanie and I were back at Rydal Cave. We were both lying on a blanket, naked. Stephanie was gently – and expertly - stroking my manhood, and I was kissing her delectable pussy. It weirdly tasted of Kendal Mint Cake! We then slipped into the cold, clear water of the cave, which was much deeper in my dream than it had been in reality. We kissed passionately; our bodies playfully entwined under the water. We mated like dolphins – although for much longer! our bodies gliding gracefully in perfect harmony beneath the shimmering surface. It was the most sensual lovemaking, and oddly noisy as we communicated in a series of clicks, whistles and calls.

When I awoke, it was nearly 9 am, and we were due to vacate the cabin at 10. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood up. I noticed a neat, hand-written note on the bed. It read:

BAZ

Came in to say goodbye, but didn’t want to wake you.

Thank you for a marvellous weekend.

Hopefully, see you again soon.

Lots of Love

Samantha

XX

PS As it was out, I couldn’t resist having a play with it. 😊

PPS Did you know it still goes stiff even when you’re asleep? 😊 😊

I quickly got dressed and went out to the kitchen, hoping that Samantha hadn’t yet left. Stephanie and Lucy were sitting at the breakfast bar, sipping tea. I kissed them both ‘Good morning’. They confirmed that Auntie Ann and Samantha had both left for work. Stephanie was wearing a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans; noticeably, she was braless. Lucy was wearing a pink T-shirt and jeans; she was wearing a bra. Both girls looked delightful, even though they admitted being slightly hungover. Lucy made me a cup of tea and then left me alone with Stephanie while she went to pack her bag. Stephanie looked at me a bit sheepishly.

 

“Baz, I’m really sorry about what I put you through last night. It was cruel.” She said guiltily, “I was a bit drunk.” She admitted with a giggle.

 

“No problem. I enjoyed it.” I replied, sipping my tea, which was hot and sweet just like Stephanie.

“Last night in the woods, I said that I would let you stroke my pussy. You were exceedingly gallant and didn’t take me up on my offer because I was tipsy. I respect you very much for that. Thank you.” Stephanie said humbly, “You said that if the offer still stands when I’m sober, then you’d be thrilled to do it. Well, I’m sober now, and the offer still stands. We’ve got time before Lucy gets back. Would you like to do it now?”

 

Stephanie was looking at me inquisitively, waiting for a response; she certainly looked and sounded sober. She also appeared as if she meant it.

 

“Well? Do you want to do it?” she persisted.

 

“Does the Pope shit in the woods!” I replied, using my favourite Dundrearyism.

 

Stephanie looked at me, perplexed, as if I’d spoken in Swahili.

 

“Of course I’d love to. If you’re sure?” I replied in straightforward English.

 

“I’m sure.” Stephanie stated categorically, “But remember, this is for your pleasure, not mine.”

 

She climbed down off the kitchen stool that she had been sitting on and stood next to me. She had a gleam in her eyes and a roguish grin on her face. Her hands moved to the top of her jeans; she undid them, opened the front and peeled them down just below her crotch. She was wearing tiny pure white cotton panties. I’d never tire of seeing Stephanie like this. My cock reacted straight away.

 

“I’m not going to pull my panties down.” Stephanie clarified, “But you can put your hand inside them.”

 

I reached forward and placed the flat of my hand on Stephanie’s belly so that the tips of my fingers were just touching the waistband of her panties. I worked my fingertips below her waistband and slowly slid my hand down over her fleshy mound. Her cotton panties felt so soft against the back of my hand. My middle finger detected the top of her tight little slit; my fingers explored further. I knew from seeing it earlier that her pussy was narrow, well-tucked in with barely-protruding, small flaps. My fingers softly caressed her outer flaps. They opened invitingly, and I was soon tenderly rubbing her inner lips. I let my middle finger crook slightly so that it could probe further. It located her clitoris, which was relatively large – about broad bean size. I tapped her clit rhythmically with the end of my finger. I noticed that her pussy was getting considerably wetter. Dare I risk inserting my fingers in her virgina and giving her a more robust fingering? Stephanie answered that for me.

 

“You'd better stop there. If you carry on like that, you’ll be turning me straight!” she gasped.

 

I withdrew my hand. To my astonishment, Stephanie pushed the front of her little panties down so that her pussy was totally exposed. It was blush pink and very damp.

 

“There you are. One last look.” She smiled, “Enjoy!”

 

I took in the splendid view, then Stephanie covered it up again. She hitched her jeans back up and did up the buttons just as Lucy returned.

 

“What have you two been up to?” Lucy asked casually.

 

“We were just reminiscing about exploring the cave,” Stephanie replied, shooting me a foxy glance.

 

“It was fun in there.” Lucy commented innocently, “Did you like it in there, Baz?”

 

“It was great fun.” I agreed, managing to keep a straight face.

 

“I loved the way it echoed.” Lucy continued, “I’d love to go back in again.”

 

“Me too!” I grinned, “I’d go in with something different next time.”

 

That just about sent Stephanie over the edge. She quickly went to the sink and washed up her cup as a distraction. Lucy didn’t question what I meant. Instead, she changed the subject.

 

“By the way, I found these in our room this morning.” She said, holding up the shorts the girls had pinched from me last night.

“I wondered where they went,” I said, taking them from her.

“It’s nearly 10 am,” Stephanie pointed out, “We need to check out.”

 

Between us, we quickly tidied up the kitchen as best we could, then retrieved our already-packed bags from our rooms. We gathered outside to say our ‘goodbyes’. We’d had such a great craic that it was heartbreaking to part.

 

I hugged and kissed Lucy. In just two days, she had become a very dear and special friend, and I’m not just saying that because of what she did last night!

 

“I’ll leave you two Lovebirds alone to say goodbye,” Lucy said. She could see that I was welling up, “I’ll pack the bags in the car.”

 

Stephanie and I embraced like wartime parting lovers, saying farewell at the station, not knowing if we’d ever see each other again. The mood was sombre, melancholic. Trying to lighten the tone, Stephanie whispered in my ear:

 

“One last feel, for the journey?”

Not for the first time this weekend, I looked at her dubiously. Was she offering or hoping to receive?

 

“It’ll have to be tits rather than pussy, I’m afraid.” She giggled.

 

With that, Stephanie lifted her white T-shirt to reveal her tremendous tits. I glanced over at Lucy; she was busy packing the car. I reached forward and lovingly groped Stephanie’s wondrous breasts; they were heavenly. Then I leaned in and nibbled her prominent nipples. Stephanie admonished me light-heartedly:

 

“That was naughty, Baz! You were only supposed to use your hands!”

Stephanie dropped her T-shirt to its natural position to cover her boobs. The mood was much lighter. We hugged and kissed on the lips and then walked to our respective vehicles. Stephanie and Lucy would be home within the hour. For me, it would be nearer six hours. I would spend those six hours thinking about my Cumbrian friends, and a saying I had spotted in a gift shop in Ambleside:

"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart."

THE END

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