Another photo, but cropped to remove her face. I'd appreciate it not shared outside this part of the forum as by posting it, I've risked more than I'm happy about. The other photos did not really show much...this one does!

I'll post again soon to conclude the visit to Spain and tie up some CR stories that I have learned since I left the place in 2012.

Photo....

Thanks for the photos, love the story as well!

Just a tie up before I move on to my HAI course that took place the following spring.

J and I had a lovely few days in the sun, but after much discussion we both decided that we were not the people we were looking for. For the next 4 years, we talked many times on the phone and I visited her at her London home for a weekend break in 2015 and we met twice at HAI events too. We coached and encouraged each other through countless internet dates and relationships. Since I got married again, we just remain FB friends.

J* and my ex roommate got married soon after and have one child to my knowledge, maybe more by now. The artist is still selling well and now has a super shop in Brighton. I never heard again from I****e, even on the small FB group that someone set up.

*Note...all the above writing is factually correct, the only poetic license I used was moving one or two things from my less fun second trip into this one story.

I would recommend Cortijo Romero in Spain to any open minded single person, you will make friends and you will be free to get your kit off with some lovely middle class intellectual ladies...who may well join you in some naked antics!

HAI or Human Awareness Institute come out of California and the hippy times of the 60s and 70s. It was started by one guy, now deceased and is now active in several countries. From my research I found (before attending) a lot of rubbish that has been written. It is NOT a cult and you only go as far as you want in any part of the course. You are 'AT CHOICE' every step of the way and each course has helpers who act as councillors to anyone who is finding this sort of thing challenging.

By 'this sort of thing' I mean disrobing in a room full of strangers, touching and stroking each other's (sometimes naked) bodies and hugging (a lot) people of all sexes who are more often than not naked too.

If that sort of thing sounds interesting to you, come back soon for a long and hopefully detailed set of accounts of my time there. What happens at HAI is highly secret (confidential) and I'm hiding behind my OCC persona, should I ever decide to go back one day. I'll use only the first initial of any first names (surnames are never made available at HAI) and as the course is in the UK, most people are Brits, the odd non Brit I'll mention when they appear.

Stand by for the story of my arrival at my first Level 1 course in a few days time!

I had spent several months trawling the internet to give me more information on Level 1 courses at HAI before I rolled up on a warm Saturday evening in late May. The courses normally run Friday evening to Sunday evening, but this was on a public holiday Monday, so it ran Saturday to Monday. This timing may have helped towards the large crowd in the grand entrance hall at the 19th century stately home called Buckland Hall in mid Wales. I knew the area a little, but had never entered this imposing building before.
The hall was now used for corporate training courses and business symposiums etc. It had a super reputation for it's organic (vegetarian in our case) food too.

My researching hit gold about two weeks before the course when a US forum discussed these courses and what to expect. The poster copied a whole schedule for a level 1 weekend from the US. I guessed (correctly it transpired) that HAI follows the same pattern, the world over. I printed this off and decided to refer to it in detail. It gave information on every exercise we would be covering, including at what time disrobing would occur (mid morning, of first full day) and what we would be expected to do within couples, small and large groups. This gave me the chance to pick a partner or partners, knowing what was coming next. I doubt if any other first time (about 80% of us) had this information. The remaining 20% were HAI members, either redoing level 1 (allowed as many times as you wish) or brought in to give gender balance if there had been some last minute cancellation.

We signed a confidential non disclosure paper and were given sticky name badges. I went to my room, shared with another guy, but although his bag was already on the bed, there was no sign of him. The room had no view and was rather dark, I later found out, there are some super rooms there and I was just a bit unlucky. On returning downstairs, I discovered the ‘common room’ an enormous drawing room with books to borrow and free tea and coffee available. Dinner would be in 30 minutes, so I made a coffee and sat down near two ladies and a guy who were chatting about joint friends.

One lady smiled across and said, “you look a newcomer to me, is this your first weekend?” I said I was and it is and also mentioned that a friend who I met at Cortijo Romero recommended the course to me. J****e had mentioned a good mate of hers would be on the course, and had given me a brief description of her....the second lady fitted the description (about 50, long hair tied back, round face with glasses and a huge chest!!) “Oh, not a lady from ******* was it?” said the large chested lady, being careful not to name J****e. “Yes, it was" I said. Are you the friend she told me to seek out for any advice I might need at the beginning of the course?”. “I am indeed" she said. “later, after supper, we will all gather in the big hall to begin. Everyone will be asked to look around and find a ‘buddy’ of the opposite sex, make sure you sit near me (we sat on a mat on the floor) and when we are asked come next to me. I'll be your ‘auntie G' for the weekend”.

The evening meal was fantastic, I sat between to a guy (one of the helpers) and a very large lady from Norfolk. She had attended an afternoon taster HAI session in London the previous year whilst staying with friends. She told me she'd spent the past 20 years caring for her elderly parents and now they were in a care home, she was free to find herself! I thought she sounded in a similar position to J* at CR, but at least twice the weight! She had a nice smile and I thought very brave to come along. The guy left early to help prepare the “room of love" that would be the centre of the weekend and I could now talk to the gorgeous lady who had sat next to him. She was in her 40s and had the face and figure of a girl in her 20s. I tried to open a conversation about being a first time and feeling nervous. She replied “I've nearly ran out twice so far and we've only just had a meal!”. I tried to relax her and said “I've been told you never do anything you don't want to or feel uncomfortable with". She smiled, but I don't think it helped much.

I was quite turned on looking around the dining table, wondering how many of the twenty odd ladies assembled here were feeling the same as this lady. In the next 18 hours, many of them will willingly disrobe in front of me (and 20 odd other guys) and expose themselves physically and emotionally for the next day and half. I mused that if most had my inside information sheet, they would probably run away before breakfast!

Most ladies (and men) were between 35 and 55 years of age, with the exception of one couple (early 20s) and one couple who were helpers), everyone seemed to be single or they were attending here alone, anyway! I (at 55) was in the older group, however there were two or three people over 60, but not many. Apart from the couple (new age hippy types) most people were very normal, but with the sort of attitude to be a little alternative, without being whacky. I scanned the room and homed in on two very attractive ladies who stood out in my eyes. I would try and place myself nearby them when it would come to finding partners for day 2 exercises and was aware of a growing erection, just fanaticising about what might happen. The ladies had stunning eyes, great facial bone structure and wore clothes that really looked stylish, despite being loose fitting, which we had all been told to wear by the organisers. One was about 40, had shoulder length blonde hair and had a slightly cuddly body, from what I could see. The other was younger, had boyish short black hair and seemed to be very slim and athletic. The blonde looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place where I might have seen her before.

I was mulling this over when a gong sounded, “please make your way to the ‘room of love’ please” said a voice at the doorway. We all stood and shuffled towards the door to the hallway. As we were about to enter, another helper advised us “please leave all footwear outside, only bare feet are allowed in the room of love, so we all connect with the room, skin to floor". We all kicked off our shoes and lined them up carefully. In front of us was a large space, cushions scattered around. I had noticed a few people with a portable backrest, in a corner I now saw a group of about twenty more of these.

We were told to find a space on the floor after helping ourselves to a mat or cushion first. Once we were all seated, a helper announced the evening's schedule. He also added that back rests were available for a £5 donation to HAI as we might well need them over the weekend, specially if we did not practise meditation or yoga! I did neither, so bagged one! The demand outstretched supply, so others would be found for tomorrow. Those of us with them were told to stick our name badges on them, so we could find them each day.

I found a small space near ‘G' who had agreed to be my ‘buddy’ as they call it. With everybody sitting down, I had a better view of my fellow course members...the female ones in particular! One I'd not noticed was a flame haired lady of about 30 who could have been a model and a kind looking lady of my own age with short hair and fuller figure. Looking past the large lady from Norfolk I could just see the dark short haired girl and I began to realise my plan to position myself next to someone before a certain exercise would not be an easy task if just locating them in this big room was difficult.

My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the course facilitators, both who has flown from the USA just for this weekend! A large 50 something black woman (250lbs plus) and a slim white guy of similar age with a grey beard. They introduced themselves and told us how jealous they were of us, at the start of the most incredible journey to discover the secrets of love and intimacy and how it would transform our lives and our future relationships. It sounded very intriguing!

Next, we were given basic information on how to behave! Firstly, hugging. How at HAI you hug each other and what not to do. We were to embrace upper bodies tightly, but never push groin into groin, which becomes sexual ...not sensual! We were told how a ‘melee' works, these would happen a lot and at any time. When called, everyone stands and walks clockwise (males) and counterclockwise (females) and as we pass, we must make eye contact with the person you encounter and smile whilst holding this gaze. Should you like the person, you say “would you like to hug?”. They then say “yes please" or “no thank you". You (depending on the answer) then hug in the prescribed way or smile and continue to circulate around the room until you try to ask the ‘hug?’ question again. This ‘melees' last about five minutes, so you get several chances to make physical contact with fellow course members. I found myself slightly aroused again at the thought of a naked melee!

My first melee was a bit of a mixed affair! I encountered G very early on and she smiled and readily accepted my invitation. Even with us both wearing tops, the effect of her very large (no bra?) breasts being pushed into my lower chest (she wasn't that tall!) was very pleasurable! Next, the lovely blonde who I thought I'd met before came before me “would you like a hug" I asked, smiling broadly. “no thanks" was the very quick reply...and without a smile either! Another rejection (flame haired beauty) followed and it was over. Bugger!

Next, we were taught how we sit at HAI when working with our ‘buddy’ and later when working ‘one to one' with others. This was a revaluation!

I don't know if I can explain this HAI seating position without a demonstrator (which we had), but I'll try as it's important to many exercises to come. A couple sit facing each other, and inter lock legs. One person puts their feet through the space below the knees of the other person and both then shuffle their bottoms until their heads are quite close. Hands can now reach most places on the partner and (the revelation) thighs are apart with sexual areas exposed and only a matter of about a foot apart, depending on the stature of the people. I suddenly thought of doing this naked and gulped!

We were told to find a nearby person of the opposite sex as a buddy (oh shit, where was G after the melee?) and practise this new position. Luckily, I found her quickly, just ducking past the large lady.

We found a space and placed our mats and my back rest (called back-jacks) into position and shuffled together. Now, G had done this before, which helped me a lot. I was stunned as to how close we were, our faces only inches apart and our legs fully intertwined. “crumbs, this is cosy" I said. “ this is just the start" she whispered, as the facilitators moved to stage two...stroking!

Stroking is at the heart of HAI. You gently touch your partner with the lightest of finger tips, almost not touching at all. We started by hearing about how this was to be done. Always, the stroker must say "do you have any boundaries?". The person being stoked will then give a response. We started with faces only and G replied " no boundaries" to my question. I very gently stroked her cheeks, chin nose and lips, it was lovely! Later we moved to the head. In response to my question she replied "not my ears, please". I then stroked everything except her ears. This was getting good fun.

Next came upper body! "Any boundaries?" I asked. "Absolutely none, except my ears!" She replied. I gulped as I started stroking her bare neck and then clothed shoulder. I forgot to mention that one person speaks, the other listens and when told to (by the facilitators) can reply. No conversation takes place without the instructions coming from the facilitators themselves. After about a minute, G broke the rules and gently whispered " you can go lower, you know...I love to have my breasts stroked!". I didn't need a second hint, my finger tips sliding over the thin cotton between me and the huge melon like breasts in front of me. I soon felt hardening flesh and G let out a small sigh, "specially there" she whispered again.

Next, we came to 'entire bodies'. Again G said " no boundaries" as I stroked her legs and feet. I avoided any groin area, despite her "no boundaries" reply. Then it was my turn to have the whole process done on me, it was gorgeous! Having the lightest touch brush your face, exposed skin and hair was one of the most sensory things I'd ever experienced. When it came to lower body question I replied "no boundaries" without hesitation. G leant forward and whispered into my ear..."lower body includes your penis and testicles...just so you know!". "I kinda hoped it would" I whispered back. Despite me wearing baggy jogging pants and underwear, G let her finger tips glide around my cock and balls, both exposed under my clothing, due to the way we sat.

This is going to be an incredible weekend, I mused! More of that soon.

Despite the incredible sensation of the stroking, I managed to stay flaccid. How the hell I'll do that tomorrow when we are naked, I couldn't begin to imagine. Further ‘melees' took place that evening, as well as some intimate face to face ‘statement’ work with our buddies. During the last melee I came face to face with short haired boyish girl (I'll give her a name now, Sian as I was to find out later) and she asked “would you like a hug" grinning like a fool I mumbled “yes please" and we embraced for slightly longer than previously. We made eye contact and moved on. Bloody hell, she felt so firm and soft at the same time and she smelled of something like a wonderful dessert! I really could have eaten her, if I'd been allowed.

We were then given instructions about the next two days. The Male facilitator said “please do not have sex (however tempted) with anyone here this weekend...including YOURSELF!” Wow, that last one might prove difficult, I thought. I'd have a try and sharing a room helps. Also, we were asked not to use anything perfumed in our washing (plain gels were in the bathrooms) or wear anything with perfume all weekend. Make up (for women) was to be kept to a minimum. They also suggested having an early night, as tomorrow would be ‘full on'. No mobile phones were allowed in the building (we had been told this already) and obviously no photos were to be taken. Anyone breaking these last rules, would be ejected immediately.


I went to bed and tried very hard not to wank myself to sleep, I struggled but finally slept with my head full of what tomorrow might bring!

I awoke very early and noticed my roommate had not returned that night, perhaps he was breaking the rules! I slipped into my jogging pants (no underwear today!) and Tshirt, slipped on my jacket and made my way outside. It was a wonderful morning with a heavy dew on the grass and blue sky above. Although only 6.30 am, it was pleasantly warm already. One of the Male course members was out jogging, but apart from that I was alone with my excitement.
I knew we would be ‘disrobing’ late that morning, still about five hours away. I couldn't wait!

I went into the common room and made a coffee, half awake on a couch was my roommate, a guy called Nick. “I'm an insomniac” he said, I crash out here now, as I read most of the night. “You have the room to yourself, if you like. I'll just use the shower when I need it”. That sounded great, but if I followed the rules, it would make little difference anyway.
Breakfast started at 8am and was soon buzzing with excited people, all bubbling about last evening’s revelations. I looked for the nervous lady from dinner, she was nowhere to be seen. I briefly caught sight of Sian the other side of the room, but she was deep in conversation with the jogger I'd seen earlier. It later transpired that they were both cross country runners at quite a high level.

I was joined by the large Norfolk lady (we'll call her Sue) who was very hyped up. “do you know what's going to happen next?” she said and without waiting for me to reply, blurted loudly “ we're all going to strip off stark bollock naked!”. I raised an eyebrow and said “ what at breakfast?”. “No, silly...once we're back in the ‘room of love’s...exciting isn't it!”. I claimed ignorance, knowing it was some time further ahead that morning, but couldn't be seen to know better. “have you been naked in front of strangers before" she quizzed. “yes, quite a lot" I said. “ oh cripes, nobody has ever seen me naked since I was a toddler...and there's rather a lot more of me nowadays!” I tried to change the subject and was saved by the arrival of G, carrying a large bowl of fruit and cereal. “ have a good breakfast, it's a long session this morning" she announced. “I will" I said heading for second helpings.

The ‘room of love’ seemed warm and cosy as I walked barefoot to my back Jack and mat, I'd left the night before. Next to mine, was one marked ‘Emma’ and I wondered which of the females it belongs to. The question was answered when the blonde who refused my hug walked past me and collected it. So, you're an Emma, I thought. Pretty name for a pretty lady, I'm going to try and bring you around before the course is over. I positioned myself in a similar position to yesterday. G was now over the other side of the room. The facilitators arrive and give us a pep talk on how you “put the most you can into something, the more you will get out". They then announce that ‘Cherie’ a woman of about 60 will be joining us to balance the gender, she had been one of the helpers, but we had ‘lost' a female this morning, the nervous lady it transpired. Last night had been too much for her, I wondered if she knew what was coming this morning? I was a little sad, as I'd imagined seeing her naked on my morning walk.

That morning we were divided into big and small groups, these (it would be explained shortly) would be for discussion and larger exercises, when not working one to one. We had no choice in what group to join, the helpers came and took you by the hand to a balanced group. I found myself in a group of six (small group) and without any of the people I'd hoped to be with! Nick (insomniac and HAI regular), John (a helper, who would also act as a type of facilitator in this small group) and three ladies. The flame haired beauty, the short haired dumpy lady of about 60 (Jan) and a girl who was from Slovenia but living in London. She was quite attractive and in her late 30s, with longish light brown hair and wore more make up than we'd been told about last night! The flame haired girl was called ‘Alex’ and although stunningly beautiful, had a rather cold manner. I wondered if she had hoped to be in a small group with better looking men!

John took charge and we all had to speak for 2 minutes on what brought us here, then another turn to talk about ourselves. The Slovenia girl had been working in London for 7 years, but had found it difficult to bond with any man in the UK. She hoped the course would help her see if it was anything about herself that she could change. Jan told us she had been a nurse for 30 years and 4 years ago, her husband had left her for a younger woman. She wanted to rediscover intimacy before she got too old! Alex, was a shock! She lives in Spain and had come over just for the course, recommended by a girlfriend of hers. She had been working as a fashion expert on TV (Channel 5 in the UK) but the show had ended and she needed a boost. She announced she was very ‘materialistic’ and hopeless with relationships, she hoped this weekend might help her to change.

The morning continued, several ‘melees' and a larger group discussion (two small groups together) allowed me a look at ‘Emma' who was in the adjacent other small group. We were then broken up and invited to come up to the facilitators stage and say anything about ourselves or how we were finding things. A coffee break was declared and we trooped out. I looked at the common room clock, it was after 11 and my pulse rose. I also forgot to say, we were not allowed watches!

I went to the toilet and remembered I had no underwear on, worried about a drip marking my jogging pants, I took longer than normal to leave. When I returned, the last of the group was trooping into the room. Damn, now I'd be at the back. We were told to sit in a space of our own and we were about to reach the ‘most difficult’ part of the weekend for many here. The facilitators spent 20 minutes telling us how it was going to work. Nobody had to remove any clothing, unless they wanted to. There was no right or wrong way to approach the next module, we were all ‘at choice’.

We were then asked to stand up and close our eyes....I could hardly breath!

Once I'd closed my eyes I started to make a mental note of who was near to me. From the females, right in front of me was Jan and off to one side Alex. Further away, I could see G and Sian. Emma was hidden behind others. I half opened my eyes to see if I'd missed anyone to keep an eye out for, they seemed to be mostly helpers and guys that were near me.

Then, it came....the instruction to slowly remove as much of your clothing as you felt comfortable with...but do NOT open your eyes. I pulled my Tshirt off and slid down my jogging pants. Through a tiny chink in my eyelids I was aware of people getting naked in front of me. Jan took everything off, her large bottom and fleshy thighs gave her away. Next to her Alex also appeared to strip, but she was meticulously folding everything in a neat pile at her feet. She was incredibly thin, but very fit. The others, I couldn't really see. We were then asked to open our eyes, a collective sigh went around the room, possibly because of the fear that you might be the only person to get naked in the room!

We should not have worried, about 60% of the group were fully nude, about 20% kept on underpants and a few had remained in Tshirt and bottoms. My eyes scanned the room, there was G...fully naked and then Emma (bra and panties...damn). What about Sian, ahh...fully naked and facing the back of the room, talking to her running mate next to her. Bloody hell I thought, tiny breasts with even smaller nipples and a huge black bush...so big, I thought it was black underwear at first. But, goodness me, she was fit!

We were then told to ‘melee' around the room again! This was new and very exciting! We were told to make eye contact and not stray to our eyes to any other body parts, no matter how hard it was. I had a cuddly hug with the naked Jan, but struggled with asking others like Sian. Nobody asked me, this time.

We were then told to sit with our ‘buddy’ from yesterday. I found G and was disappointed to find her wearing a tiny white G string. From behind at a distance, it looked like she had been nude!
On the stage, the facilitators were joined by two Male helpers. To my shock, one was sporting a giant erection! This, we were told was ‘normal' and not something to ‘take offence' about, as men had very little control over these things! The female facilitator stood and bent over the erect member and gave it a little stroke. “ this will probably happen to every man here during the weekend", please girls, remember to keep within the rules about boundaries and given a few minutes this will return to it's sleeping state!

“good grief" we will all probably get an erection this weekend, this was stronger stuff than I’d researched. She then asked us to take up our ‘HAI seating position’ again, as we had yesterday, with our buddies. As we shuffled forward, G's enormous breasts with large oval nipples wobbled wonderfully and she giggled. I looked down, my penis (now very bare and looking quite small) was only a few inches from her tiny cotton strip that covered her own very private place. She was obviously shaved or sported a very small landing strip, no pubic hair was visible at the edges of the strip.

We repeated yesterday's exercise, “no boundaries except my ears again" she said to my prompted question. On the facilitators instruction, I moved slowly downwards. When it came to upper body, I asked again “any boundaries?” “no boundaries” she replied. My finger tips slowly caressed her breasts, just as yesterday, but now without the layer of clothing. G purred gently. I received the same answer (“ no boundaries") for lower body too. This time, as well as thighs and feet I leant forward and found I could just about caress her buttocks too, at least at the sides. I brought my finger forward and wondered if I should take her at her word and stroke the little G string. I held back and continued down her legs. She opened her eyes and whispered “coward!”.

Now it was my turn to be stroked, how would I cope?

Looking forward to the next instalment!

When it's your turn to receive attention at HAI it is expected to close your eyes in most cases. This heightens the sensuality and removes any distractions. By the third stage (lower body) of my turn, I was very distracted indeed! G slid her fingers from my knees down to my toes and then back up inside my thighs.

Just before reaching my dick she moved her stroking up again, teasing me like hell. She repeated the whole thing three times before the facilitator announced "and bring the stroking to a natural end" when she finally brought both hands down a gently brushed along the top of my penis, now semi aroused despite my best efforts to keep it down. "There" she said " did you enjoy that?". "I certainly did" I mumbled looking down at my now much enlarged member. " if you have permission to touch, you just have to follow up. If you don't have permission, never break that boundary...simple as that" she said.

We were called for another melee of hugging and circulation, I hoped my semi arousal was not too evident as I placed my mat and backrest at the side of the room. Almost immediately I was asked if I wanted a hug from a women I'd not really noticed before. She was about 40 and rather plain, to say the least. Scruffy brown hair and not a great complexion was completed with a rather skinny body. Despite this, she was fully nude and wanted to hug me, how could I resist. Next, I encountered Emma, now topless sporting quite large but low hanging breasts. Again, we made eye contact but I avoided asking her for a hug. As we circulated Sian came into view, but I was beaten to her by one of the female helpers.

We then were called to get together in our small group to discuss what we thought of the past hour. It was then I got a good view of Alex who now sat about three feet in front of me. She was covered in tiny freckles and had the most alarming bright ginger Brazilian strip I'd ever seen. She also had a tattoo of some climbing flower encircling her upper body. As she adjusted her back rest, I was treated to a very explicit view of her vagina too, very pronounced and very pink and swollen. Maybe we were all getting a little aroused with this course. Tomorrow promised a lot more, according to my crib sheet!

Lunchtime brought a rather welcome chance to cover up! This HAI nudity was very different to naturism I'd experienced over the years, this was skin to skin contact of the most intense kind I'd ever experienced. I sat next to the skinny girl with rather messy hair (I could see now she was younger than 40, as I'd first guessed), she told me her name was Sue and she was here to rediscover herself after a long time boyfriend dumped. Her sorry story was interrupted by a helper announcing that as it was a beautiful day outside, they were bending HAI rules to allow course members to sunbathe for 30 minutes in the old sunken garden. Once inside the area, clothes would be optional, as it was very private. I didn't fancy sunbathing, but did want some fresh air, so announced I was taking up the opportunity of getting some sun, a rare thing in Wales!

I made my way to the garden and found several people already lounging about on the short grass banks, using their lose clothing as something to lie on. I noticed G there, now without her little G string. I was right about the little landing strip! About ten folk took the sunshine, mainly men stripping off totally and G sitting at the centre of this Male dominated group. Jan came along with about ten minutes to go and asked “do you mind if I join you for a bit?” “please do" I said “nice to have some company”. With this, she whipped off her sun dress an lay out naked alongside me. She didn't mind that I stayed dressed she said. “doesn't matter a jot, we'll all see pretty much everything we've got by the end of tomorrow!”. I then remembered she was a returning member. I thought about quizzing her more, but thought better of it.

Soon it was time to return to ‘the room’ where after a hugging session (nice hug from Alex, which surprised me) and then sent into small groups. Here we were told we would be discussing masturbation and how and when we started to do it! Quite a tricky subject to talk about but interesting to listen to! Alex had been introduced to it at an expensive private girls school, where at lights out, it was turned into a group session, albeit in separate beds! The girls would discuss and fantasize about various boys and the like, while all playing away with themselves under the bed clothes.

The afternoon went on with various stroking exercises (including a same sex one, not pleasant!) and another, choosing someone you would not normally choose for various reasons. I chose the young hippy girl, telling her she was too young to pick normally for someone of my age...she seemed to believe me, as she happily agreed to the session. Only downside was her only being topless, but it was a very nice experience for me to stroke some very young breasts! She also drew the boundaries on lower body to knees and feet though.
The day drew to a close with more naked hugging, we went for a meal and afterwards a social event with music was promised in ‘the room’. This was basically an improvised disco and people sat around on mats chatting for a while. Things livened up when G and one of the female helpers started to dance in a ‘modern jive' style. Others started joining in with various degrees of skill, until about ten or twelve were bopping. One of the Male helpers then left the dance floor to strip off. This opened the floodgates and within minutes, most of the dancers had joined him. I don't dance, but was enjoying the show when a very naked G came towards me “ no spectators here" she called and put out her hand. I took a step forward when she leapt forward and with one tug pulled off my jogging pants. Pulling off my T-shirt and stepping out of my bottoms (now around my ankles anyway) I let her lead me into the centre. We danced (sort of) for a few minutes, me entranced by her swaying breasts and rippling bottom. We were then parted by her original partner who wanted to do a proper performance with her. Everyone moved back as they put on a super full on naked jive. I'd watch TV dance shows if they were like this!

As I watched I was aware I was standing two people away from Emma and I was even more surprised to see her standing fully nude, the first time I've seen her that way. Goodness, she was lovely too. I had to pretend to watch the dancing but my eyes were drawn to her pubic area. She had a perfect triangular patch of pale brown hair, but what was unusual was the fact it was very long indeed, some hair must have been two inches long.

A Male voice spoke in my ear, it was Nick, my erstwhile roommate. “You like the look of our star course mate then?” raising my eyebrows, I replied “Star? I thought Alex was the TV star around here”. “No, I'll tell you later, if you are interested...and a ‘word to the wise’ you'll be wasting your time if you fancy her too, wait until tomorrow!”.

People started to dress and the dancers gave a final (interesting in G's case) now to their audience. I followed Nick to the common room, where he now seemed to live. “go on, tell me about Emma then" I pressured gently. “ you don't recognise her then?” he queried. “she does look familiar” I said. “she should do, she wasn't off the telly last year!” “I was living in Spain for most of then and don't watch much TV anyhow". “that might explain it" he grinned. “OK, we don't ever use surnames at HAI, but when you get home, Google ‘Celebrity Master Chef Winner 2012’and sees who comes up". Blimey, I thought, she'd have to be well known to appear on that, let alone win it! Nick (chuckling now) added “ and she only ‘likes' girls, by the way...so don't waste time on trying to chat her up". “rats!” I said “thanks for the info anyway".

As I went to bed I passed Sian, in deep conversation with her running buddy and began to realise that I should stop fancying these lovely women as that was not what the course was about. I vowed to grasp tomorrow and the final day of the course as a chance to heighten my sensuality and not to look at more gorgeous naked women. I slept ten hours without needing to relieve myself in any way!


Monday morning at Breakfast I again found myself next to Sue. She was pleasant company, but as I mentioned previously, no looker. She elaborated on her story, she was an accounts assistant in a firm in London and was having to move house as she couldn't afford to live where she had, before her boyfriend left, as they shared the bills. From what she told me, this guy was a shit and I told her that she deserved someone better. We wandered into the room together and both undressed. We then both broke out laughing, as we were the only people there! We sat down on our mats and were soon joined by others, who soon joined us.

The Male facilitator announced the main theme to start was ‘ you show me yours and I'll show you mine’ or otherwise known as ‘doctors and nurses'. I knew this was part of the day, but should have been later! We then watched as both facilitators (complete with a shaving mirror and torch...honestly!) gave the whole room a guided and VERY INTIMATE tour of their genitals. Every bit! I think I even learnt things too!

I then realised my dilemma, I'd decided to position myself near Sian (in my planning of day one) for this exciting segment. I looked around and she was miles away. Shit! The female facilitator then announced we had to find a partner of the opposite sex and wait until a helper brought us a mirror and small torch!

I looked about, rather like a drowning man until I saw Emma, about 8 feet away. I moved forward, but just as I was about to ask her if she would partner me, she put out her hand to A (an Indian guy, very overweight and very quiet) who was nearer. I spun around, everyone had found a partner....except Sue!
She looked rather sad and gave me a ‘please pick me' look. What could I do!

I hope people are still enjoying this, it's brought back stuff I thought I'd forgotten by writing it all down...

Monday morning at breakfast I again found myself next to Sue. She was pleasant company, but as I mentioned previously, no looker. She elaborated on her story, she was an accounts assistant in a firm in London and was having to move house as she couldn't afford to live where she had, before her boyfriend left, as they shared the bills. From what she told me, this guy was a shit and I told her that she deserved someone better. We wandered into the room together and both undressed. We then both broke out laughing, as we were the only people there! We sat down on our mats and were soon joined by others, who soon joined us.

The Male facilitator announced the main theme to start was ‘ you show me yours and I'll show you mine’ or otherwise known as ‘doctors and nurses'. I knew this was part of the day, but should have been later! We then watched as both facilitators (complete with a shaving mirror and torch...honestly!) gave the whole room a guided and VERY INTIMATE tour of their genitals. Every bit! I think I even learnt things too!

I then realised my dilemma, I'd decided to position myself near Sian (in my planning of day one) for this exciting segment. I looked around and she was miles away. Shit! The female facilitator then announced we had to find a partner of the opposite sex and wait until a helper brought us a mirror and small torch!

I looked about, rather like a drowning man until I saw Emma, about 8 feet away. I moved forward, but just as I was about to ask her if she would partner me, she put out her hand to A (an Indian guy, very overweight and very quiet) who was nearer. I spun around, everyone had found a partner....except Sue!
She looked rather sad and gave me a ‘please pick me' look. What could I do! Although not as old as many of the ladies, Sue had little of the spark I find attractive, she would have been the ‘ugly friend’ of the gorgeous girl at the disco. However, over the next 30 minutes or so, we would become more ‘exposed’ to each other than probably either of us had been to anyone.

When pairing up, you have to decide to be ‘A' or ‘B' in the exercise. The facilitators then say ‘B' to start or ‘A' to start. As we shuffled up into position, they said ‘B' to start this exercise...me!. For the next ten minutes I had handle, describe and generally show my entire private part area to a total stranger! Although I'd exchanged words with Sue, it was no more than a chat. Now, I was literally holding up my (circumcised) penis, to show everything, with the help of a bloody torch and mirror. I then had to answer (prompted by the facilitators) questions like ‘do I have a name for it?’ and ‘how often do I masturbate?’. To say it was difficult would be an understatement of the highest order. I swear the thing shrunk in embarrassment too, which made it more difficult. I was so relieved when it was over. I glanced quickly to see Emma deep in concentration, obviously explaining everything about her sex to a rather bemused Indian guy. Despite now knowing she was gay, I did rather envy his view. Despite being a few feet away, because of our seating positions, each couple were totally private to any others in the room.

The facilitators now announced ‘person ‘A' to start showing person ‘B' their ‘bits' please.

Sue wiggled her legs slightly to part her thighs more and it was my turn to hold the torch! Over the next ten minutes I saw more of Sue's sexual parts than quite a few of my previous relationships put together! She held nothing back! Well, that’s not true, she held labia outer lips (quite large) back with her fingers, to give a full uninhibited view of her whole sex. Her clitoral hood was gently eased to expose her (small) clitoris and she seemed enjoy pointing out the areas that she touched for the most intense pleasure. It was soon obvious that she was rather turned on, from the moisture and the aroma (I was that close) and I was further surprised when she moved herself off the mat and slid the mirror between her inner thighs.” And finally, my bum hole" she proudly announced! My torch, together with the mirror lit up everything. I must admit I was stunned, she was such a dowdy person but seemed far more open and without hang ups, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. “you missed out that bit on you” she smiles, “I feel a bit short changed!”. “didn't think it was worth bothering with” I muttered. “I was also a bit disappointed that seeing my ‘bits and pieces' didn't give you a stuffy too, if the truth be told" she added with a little frown.
I admitted that I had enjoyed the ‘show’ but had long since learnt the ‘art’ of self control. This last statement would be my downfall in a few hours time!

The morning continued with several group sessions and hugging and smiling melees. The main difference with the latter, performed straight after the ‘doctors and nurses' session was that, this time we had to look unashamedly at the whole person, not just the face and eyes as before. It was basically a license to stare at people's naked bodies and offer them a hug, if they agree to it. I was hugged by the very large lady from Norfolk and by Alex, again. It was during this exercise I realised that with a few exceptions, we were now all in the nude.

The young hippy girl (panties) and the Slovenian girl (bra and panties) were the only girls and my roommate Nick, the only guy.
We were then told to sit and the facilitators requested people come up to the microphone to say how they felt about the course and their life in general, to celebrate their new found freedom. First girl up cried her eyes out, before saying how she would always shy away from anything and had tried to hide herself away at events and parties. “Now look at me!” she exclaimed “ I'm holding a microphone, talking to a room full of people in my bloody birthday suit....and no makeup either! Bring it on!”

Others followed with similar stories, Emma (still looking not very much a lesbian to me) walked deliciously naked on stage and thanked a previous HAI course years ago for helping her to ‘come out' and ‘live life to the full, in every way'. She was back to help her friend (a helper) gender balance the weekend, which of course was also a joke!

We were then asked to dress and stand in our own space, this I guessed correctly would be for the ‘finale' and something I'd been excited about since I had read about it. I simply had to get near one of the most spectacular beauties in the room, before the choosing started. By feigning putting my water bottle in a safe space, I placed myself close between Emma and Sian, others were scattered too far away.

We were then told to form groups of four, two male and two female. I took a step towards Emma, she turned away, placing her hand on her helper friend and her partner. As I got within asking distance, another male helper asked if he could complete the group. Shit, I spun around. Sian had picked a man, someone from her small group. I had one chance “still got room for a guy?” I almost shouted. Sian turned and said “sure, we just need another girl now". Looking around and most groups were now completed. The facilitators announced anyone short of a female, raise your hands please?” We put up our hands. Another question was asked for groups needing men. After a few seconds, a facilitator came over leading a female by the hand, to join our group...it was Sue.

You are...
 

quite a talented writer. I can't believe I've read the entire thread. Thanks, and I hope you end up with G!

We were then given very strict instructions on what we were to do over the next 90 minutes.

1) The group of four must stick together totally. If we walk, we must hold hands. If someone wants to go outside for a smoke, we must all go and wait until they have finished, then return together. We must have lunch together and if someone gets up for a second helping, we must all get up and go together. If someone wants to go to the bathroom, you must all go together to the bathroom. This was something I'd not read about.

2) When you've eaten lunch, agree to a room used by one of your group and go to it. Once you are there, undress (together) and go into the bathroom. You must all shower together! If there is not room (some rooms had over bath showers), one person is under the shower and is washed by another (of the opposite sex) and the two outside of the bath assist in any washing they can, depending on space available. When everyone has been thoroughly washed (use lots of perfume free shower gel, as it needs using up!) and dried. Redress and come down to the room, still as an attached group. Leave your clothing at the door and arrange the mats to make a full length bed. Sit and wait for every one to arrive.

3) Oh, and absolutely NO VERBAL COMMUNICATION IS ALLOWED FROM NOW UNTIL YOU RETURN!

Whoa, I was stunned again, as was pretty much everyone. You don't realise how much communication is verbal, until it is taken away! As we left the room, it was evident from the sign language coming from Sian that she needed a pee! She was not the only one either. With everybody in fours, ladies and gents went out of the window. The first ladies we tried had two cubicles full and a guy standing outside each. Laughter was coming from everywhere, we tried the gents. One urinal had a guy peeing and a girl peering over his shoulder with another lady in a half open cubicle with the other guy in that foursome standing in the doorway, all within touching distance. Sian eyes the free urinal and started to pull her jogging bottoms down, wondering to face the wall or not. At that second the cubicle door opened fully and the couple in it moved out. Pulling her pants up again and giggling like mad, she rushed at the open door. Our third guy (Alan, about the same age as the two girls...I was the old guy in this foursome) went forward to the urinal. Sue decided she fancied watching this, as the lady in the other group. I was stuck in the middle but could pretty much see Sian peeing through the few inches left open on the cubicle door. We all then washed our hands (and each others hands) in the washbasin. From there we attempted to get our lunch. I've never laughed so much about a meal in my life! It was hilarious and nobody could say anything! Mimes of various mundane questions became like a comical party game. Sue then mimed she needed a smoke after the meal, the rest of us didn't smoke, but we all had to go outside to the paved outside area together. Nobody had put on shoes and we all had to cross gravel to get to the smoking area. The squeaks and squeals (all made through closed lips) brought on even more laughter, from us and the other groups watching us. I don't think I'd really experience euphoria like this before, it was so infectious.

By now, the odd word was muttered with the mime to get a more complicated message easier for us to understand. So, “which room to shower?” was muttered as “errmm, shyer, weir" through closed teeth, together with the miming of someone taking a shower. Sue mimed the fact that her room was just up the staircase we were at the foot of, when we re-entered the Hall. We all went up together (no rooms were locked at HAI weekends as nobody left the Hall as such and the Hall staff kept to the dining room and kitchen, presumably to prevent them sneaking looks at what went on! Sue's room was at the front and was huge, her roommate was in another foursome, so the room was empty.
Alan started to pull down his trousers, prompting Sue to mime ‘no!’. She led us into the bathroom. The shower was an over bath type (as most are at Buckland Hall) so another complicated mimed conversation took place. During this conversation, the water was turned on to warm up and to run at a temperature that we were happy with. By pulling back the shower curtain and pushing into some pipes, one person could stand in the shower. The person ‘bathing them' would climb in the bath with them. The other two (mixed sexes in both turns) would be alongside the bath, one assistant washing the top half of the body from a standing position, the other assisting washing the lower body from a crouching position. If you think this is complicated, try organizing with out talking and in fits of giggles!
We re-entered the bedroom, stripped fully together...now feeling absolutely no embarrassment at all. Sian jogged ahead of me into the bathroom, now filling with steam. I gestured for her to step in, which she did. However she took a step or two along the bath and tugged my hand to drag me in.

She mimed a reminder to me to close my eyes and mumbled “goundaries?”...I murmured the reply happily through clenched teeth “nah goundaries" (no boundaries!) and she then put both hands gently on my shoulders and eased me under the water...it was hot! Somebody then began pouring shower gel (lots of it) on top of my head. I'll do my best explain the next five minutes, but it was such an overwhelming experience, even today I have trouble recalling it without getting aroused!

I felt hands starting to lather me, I feel Sian's hands on my shoulders spinning me around to face the shower. Another pair of hands start lathering my left arm and another pair start doing the same along my leg, right down to my foot. At this stage, I worried who was washing what bit of me, so I again sneaked a look...and got stinging shower gel in my eyes for my trouble! Before this, I could just about make out Alan doing my arm. That meant Sue was doing the lower body, quite a relief!

Like the stroking we had practised earlier, the washing was slow and gentle, no scrubbing or scratching. I felt Sian's lovely small and very foamy hands start to slide down my spine. Alan seemed content to was my arm and then concentrated on my hands and individual fingers. It was then that the overload started. Sue's hands slid up the inside of my upper thigh and brushed my testicles gently before sliding her soapy hand very gently backwards up inside my buttock cheeks and started to slide back down again. It was so incredibly lovely I was aware of the blood rushing to my penis. I started to try and think of anything that was not this! The weather or a political discussion, anything but a lady soaking my anus and balls with her hands. Then two more hands joined her, Sian had reached the same area and was lending a hand...literally! “Oh shit" I sighed and infectious girly giggles started up again from behind me. I then felt a stronger hand attempt to turn me around 180 degrees (Alan?), I gave in, I had no idea if my attempt to ward of an erection had worked, but now the front half of my body was exposed. Sian's hands started on my chest, but Sue was still doing her devilish work on my lower body! I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight in Sian's eyes. She wagged her finger and mimed for me to close them again. Returned to darkness I was then aware of two hands sliding along my penis, now obviously fully (or near as damn it) erect. This must be Sue as Sian was soaping my tummy, stopping at the top of my pubic hair area. The giggles started up again and then in a trice I felt as if ten hands were massaging my soapy and (now proudly standing at attention) cock and balls. For all I know, Alan joined in, but I'd like to think he didn’t!

Then it finished, just like that! It was now my turn to be the soaper in chief! More soon.

I was in contact with several of this HAI group for some time after via a message system. Below is a tiny avatar of Sian, just to put you in the 'picture' so to speak for the next slippery instalment:)

Somebody unhooked the shower head and directed the spray up and down my body, turning me slowly with gentle hands. Sian gently took hold of hands and pulled me towards her, she leant forward and whispered into my ear “my turn now" and slid closely past me. It was during this manoeuvre that I felt my fully erect penis brush against her naked hips. Sue giggled again at this and stood up to swap places with Alan.

Sian edged herself under the shower and I (mimed for her to close her eyes) as I placed my hands on her shoulders and asked “any boundaries?”, forgetting in my excitement to mime, this time. “no boundaries” she whispered in a huskier than normal voice.

As I picked up the shower gel from the floor of the bath, I was aware I still had an erection, glancing over at Alan, he (from what I could see was ‘unmoved’ by what was going on!) I dribbled the gel over her head and shoulders and started to get a lather on Sian's head and neck area. Sue was ahead of me, lifting up a left arm and soaping not only an armpit (some dark hair being evident) she extended her stroke around the front, where I could not see. I slid my hands down her back, feeling her backbone under my hands and marvelling at the soft skin on top of superb muscle definition, not like a bodybuilder, just firm to the touch. I reached her gorgeous little pert bottom way too soon.
Alan was washing a leg, but seemed to keep the outside of her thighs. I then thought ‘no boundaries’ mean ‘no boundaries’ and it had been said out aloud. I did the same trick that had been done to me, washing down her but crack and then sweeping upwards in two or three sweeps. I noticed a distinct tremble in her bottom, coming from somewhere deep inside her and felt pubic like hair through my fingers too. I decided to move down, where I soaped the lower parts of her legs and feet that Alan had chosen to avoid.
I stood up and slowly spun her around to face me. Her face was a mixture of concentration and delight, making her look doubly attractive.

Squeezing more gel into my hand, I slowly soaped from her shoulders down to her incredible small and almost muscular breasts. Her nipples both now resembled tiny wild strawberries, standing well proud of the small mounds of firm flesh. Another tremble as I soaped on down, moving my own body almost to kneeling position on the bottom of the bath. My face was now inches from her dripping (in foam) pussy. A thin line of hairs stretched upwards to her navel and although her Bush was verdant, it stopped short of spreading to the top of her thighs. I had a flashback to my shower with J****e the year before, so tried the same movement again. Sliding up the inside of her thigh until reaching the top, then rotating my soapy hand to wash (or caress?) her very sex. For a split second I thought I'd gone too far, she visibly stiffened and I could see Alan pull his hands out of the bath. I looked up, half expecting to be hit on the head by her fist. I needn't have worried, what I saw was Sue's hands busily soaping both breasts and Sian's head thrown back so water cascaded over her face. I thought it time to finish, quitting whilst I was ahead. Sue took off the shower head and started the hosing off of the lather.
I carefully (the floor was now soaked) stepped out of the bath, my knees weak and my tummy full of butterflies. I put out my hand and helped Sian to get out too. She pulled herself to me and then pushed us towards the other two “group hug guys, and then seconds out ‘round two’ to begin". We hugged, Sian and I still slippery and wet (but with my erection fast subsiding), the other two less so... but now it was their turn to get washed!

Phew, remembering that has almost been as exhausting and exciting as the shower itself.

Round two to follow in a day or so!

Fantastic story!

The only thing I regret is that I can only thank you once for each post.

I find myself checking my phone several times a day to see if you have updated the thread.

Your posts have been the best thing on the non fiction section in quite some time.

Thanks for the kind comments, it's been fun writing it and there is more to come on this weekend and if there is enough demand, I will document my second HAI weekend in 2015, where I went along with a female friend...just a friend, with no romance involved. That added an interesting twist to the proceedings! Just remember this is NOT fiction, so don't expect neat endings!

Round two commenced with Sue and Alan climbing into the bath, to keep things ‘alternate’ Alan was designated as the first to bathed. Sue (we had now forgotten that we were meant not to speak!) asked the boundaries question. I was surprised (and rather relieved) when he pointed to genitals and mimed ‘out of bounds!’. Sue looked like someone had taken away her new toy and her smile disappeared in a second.

I quickly took up a standing position alongside the shower, having no desire to was his lower parts, even with missing out his member!! It was then I realised that even being an assistant washer was quite entertaining. Sian was on her knees, kneeling on the bathroom floor. As she fussed around getting her hands on the shower gel, she would brush against me, sometimes her face was only inches from my still semi erect penis. Once I was aware of this, it started to rise again. I busied myself with Alan’s arm and hands in a desperate attempt to ward of a full erection! It sort of worked, washing a guy is not erotic, in my book anyway, so I'll skip the action and move on to Sue's turn under the water, as she was cheated from trying to get him erect too.

Sian and I swapped places as Alan and Sue passed each other inside the bathtub itself. Before anyone asked she announced ‘absolutely NO barriers' and her face regained the smile she had lost a couple of minutes earlier.

I looked up as Sue was gently eased into the shower flow. Stretching forward to grab the lower shower gel bottle from the floor of the bath, I felt my cheek gently brush against the front of Sian's right hip, her lovely black bush almost in my face. My erection was now not going away in a hurry, so I got on with washing Sue's small (but very wobbly, compared to Sian) bottom cheeks and the back of her thighs and knees. Sue was no beauty, but still the feeling of soap and skin was extremely intense. As she was spun around, I decided to ‘get even' with Sue!

My face now had Sian's lower regions to its left and Sue's to the right. Topping up the gel in my right palm, I started at the nearest knee and slowly but deliberately moved up and inside her inner thigh. I struggled to be able to reach (due to the restriction of being under Sian) but then Sue half turned towards us. Nobody had done this before and it made my job much easier! Then, very slowly and in the lather sloshing around under her feet, Sue slid her feet to the outer edges of the bath, so they were about 18 inches apart instead of half that for we other three. My hand did not need any further hint and I quickly slid my right hand upwards, whilst my left hand grabbed the edge of the tub. With her legs much further apart, turning my hand to palm uppermost was easy.

Sue had a full Bush in terms of area, but very sparse in terms of density! Because of this, it was possible to feel the very thing Sue had been happy to let me stare at in such detail earlier in the day. I pushed very slightly upwards with my second finger and found no resistance to it (and the next digit too) sliding inside her. She groaned, much louder than I expected, I withdrew my fingers and slid down the other inside thigh. I could see her toes curling and uncurling under the bubbles. I decided I had one more go before the shower finished and started back upwards in a return pattern. This time, the gel had washed off and as I reached the top, I could only caress her sex, feeling in the process her large outer labia and possibly (maybe I imagined it) the hood of her clitoris, before sliding back to her knees as the hand shower was brought into action. I stayed crouching, aware that standing up straight away would reveal the erection again.

I fiddled around with the bath towel that had been put on the floor, allowing Alan and then Sue to get out without slipping. Suddenly Sian exclaimed “ooh, more towels...loads of them!” and picked up three large fluffy white towels that had magically appeared behind her. I transpired that whilst we had been busy with the shower, the HAI helpers had been despatched with copious amounts of towels to deposit in any room with a running shower! Alan hopper out and taking a bath towel went through the door, into the bedroom to dry off. Sue was still standing in the bath, smiling at me. “allow me to help madame?” I said offering my hand to help steady her as she stepped over the side of the bath.

She took my hand and said “ you seem to like helping" and grinned even more. Once out of the bath, she didn't stop to pick up the towel left for her, but continued towards me. I stepped a pace backwards until my bum touched the warm radiator, which brought me forward again. We were now face to face (almost, as I'm about 6 inches taller) and still she pushed forward more. My erect cock met her tummy and was pushed upwards between us, as she was still soaking wet. “let's leave the others, I so want a fuck I'm going bloody explode " she whispered.

Now, here was a dilemma!

A dilemma indeed! I pulled away a fraction and decided to play things straight, “no, we can't, as we shouldn't just abandon Sian and Alan and we ALL promised to abstain for the weekend” I said with as much conviction as possible.

Her disappointment was evident, but she stepped away and said “I'll stay here and clear up, you'd better catch up the other two". Picking the remaining new towel and firmly fixing it around my waist, I stepped back into the bedroom.
Alan was already dressed and Sian was still naked and drying her hair with the towel. I found my pants and tshirt on the floor and decided the quicker I dressed, the easier it will be to move on. The shower was turned on again and it looked like Sue was trying to clean and mop the bathroom. She pushed the door closed and called out “I'm trying to clear up our flood, I'll join you downstairs”. Within less than a minute, we were ready and agreed to meet her later. We only then remembered that we should not be talking! Things sort of overtook that little rule, so we decided to break the foursome rule too!


On stepping out to the corridor, we bumped into another foursome at the top of the stairs. The ladies (G and Trisha, a helper friend of hers) were miming something to each other and giggling, the guys led the way in silence. We followed them down the impressive wide staircase and I in particular enjoyed the view. Both G and Trisha (a Brighton WNBR participant, I later discovered) were wearing their towels around their heads, as ladies often do. However, with insufficient towels available, they were otherwise stark naked. Both ladies were cuddly and of similar age (50s) and to watch their delicious bottoms wobble gently down a period stately home staircase reminded me of a film (Savage Messiah) with a young Helen Mirren doing the very same thing, in my youth!

These two lovely nudes were not alone in the hallway at the bottom of the stairs either. I spotted about half a dozen course members who had not bothered to dress again. In the congestion to re enter the room G turned and caught my eye...”having fun?” she whispered “ you could say that" I whispered back. Once inside the room, people started to disrobe (those that needed to) and the facilitators told us to collect our mats and sit in silence until we were all back. “meditate on what you have just experienced” were the instructions. I wondered if doing that was safe, with my current lack of control! I looked around, we were about half a dozen short and others looked like they had been waiting for some time before we had arrived.

There was no sign yet of Sue. That got me thinking, Sue was not really my ‘type' by choice, but had I been in that bathroom with my erect cock pushed up against Sian's tummy and her telling me “I need a fuck", would I have said no? I have to say that scene played out in my head for years afterwards and has resulted in more than the odd self initiated orgasm on many occasions. I was formulating this when Sue appeared, rather flustered through the doorway, miming ‘sorry' to anyone looking up. She quickly stripped and joined us on our mats. From the bright red flushing above her breasts and on her face, I'd put money on her having ‘scratched her itch' in the bathroom or bedroom, after we had left. This would be slightly more evident later

When the last stragglers arrived, the facilitators started to tell us about ‘Stage 2’ of the process, the last 90 minutes had just been in preparation for what was about to happen! I'll tell you about what we were told and then report on how my own experiences took place after.

“You are to make a bed out of the mats, one of your number will lay on this mat face down. The three remaining members will then create a ‘shower of love’ for the laying member. Collectively, you will whisper positive words into their ears, about their wonderful bodies, personality or what you have heard them talk about in previous sessions. Nothing negative is allowed! This will then be followed by full body stroking (remember to ask about boundaries first) and something new...’butterfly kisses'! These are the sort of thing you might do to the head of a new baby, the lightest of kisses just brushing the skin of the recipient. Start at the head (whispering first) and work down the body to the feet. Then, gently roll the recipient onto their back and come back up to the head, via the whole body. If done properly, this should take 10 minutes per person, we'll give you timing guidance, so we can all be at one in this. If anybody does not want to participate, please raise your hand now.

I looked about, no hand appeared and it was then obvious that HAI had worked it's magic, finally. Both the young hippy girl and the Slovenian girl were now fully nude, only Nick my erstwhile roommate was still in his underpants! Who's first said Sian, it should be someone different this time, looking straight at me! She looked at Sue and said reverse order?” Sue looked a little scared and said “let Alan go first". I won't bother to describe the next 10 minutes and will return to my story soon, when it was Sian's turn to undergo the ‘shower of love!’

Back soon!

Fascinating and compelling tale
 

I’ve been following this story for several days now, and I thought it about time I declared how much I am enjoying it. Thanks for the telling. Your story is well written and travels at a perfect pace.

This is one of my favorite sections of the forum and one of my favorite threads. It's cool to have some visual movie references like Helen Mirren's nude scenes playing on a second monitor while reading your well written stories. Can't thank you enough!

Thanks, I will try and include some easily searchable stuff to try and enhance my episodes.

Try searching Annabelle Apison for a dead ringer for my 'buddy' 'G', especially if you find her nude in front of the mirror scene from the UK original series of 'Shameless' where she even sports an identical landing strip, from what I can see.

She also was in the series 'Big Women' but she was younger then. However her bottom wobble in that clip is totally 'G'.

Clip here of Big Women, for members who can see OCC videos.

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...&postcount=197

Apologies for the delay!

As I said, I'd rather not describe the session with Alan, suffice to say, I did the minimum required and the whole process seemed less erotic than the shower had been. Everyone was on ‘best behaviour’ as he had set his boundaries, as before. Sian later let on that Alan, although he had been married and had two young children, was in the process of coming out, as a gay man. This HAI weekend had been recommended by his therapist! Probably a HAI member themselves! This all came out in the group session she shared with him.

Anyway, you've waited long enough. Initially, Sue was going to be next, but she shook her head and pointed to Sian to take a turn next on the mat. I took up position on the right side and the other two took the left side of the body. After receiving the “no boundaries’ message, we were talked through the process (as a room) by one of the facilitators on a microphone. We began by whispering ‘positive words' into her ears. Mine tended to be along the lines of ‘you have the most exquisite skin’ or ‘I think you are incredibly beautiful’ sort of thing, very corny, but it was all meant to overlap with three people whispering all at once!

Then, the stroking started, I began with her neck and shoulders, Alan was matching me on his side, whilst Sue stroked her other arm. I decided I needed to do that too, as I had twice as much delicious Sian to cover, being on my own! As I came back up to shoulders, the instruction was to work from shoulder to waist...and don't forget the ‘butterfly kisses' everyone! I didn't need a second reminder, one light kiss on her shoulder blade and another on the small of her back. She was covered in the lightest downy fur there, and despite unperformed shower gel, she had the most lovely natural fragrance. After a few seconds we were told “go down to the back of the knees". I'd looked forward to this, Sian's very pert buttocks were now under my fingertips and then...on my lips! Wow, I gave several (to many!) butterfly kisses to those firm mounds. As my face went lower, I was aware of long black hairs being very visible between her buttocks. Soon, all to soon we reached the knees then down to the feet. I'm not into feet as such, but hers were small and very beautiful, I kissed her toes, whilst stroking the soles of her feet. This brought on a fit of giggles from the top end of our mat and I saw the other pair were copying me.

Then, Sian (and the other individuals being showered) were told to roll onto their backs and we were told to go upwards in the same way, but now on the front part of the body. Well, as you can imagine, the feet were fun, but coming back up, my eyes were drawn to the rampant black tangle of hair, my fingertips and lips were about to encounter. I like to remember Sian parting her knees a little, but I think that might be wishful thinking, as I stroked and kissed them.

Without staring too much, I tried to see 'pink girl bits' through the hairy jungle, but I don't think I did! What I did do however, when we were told to proceed upwards to the waist, was let my fingertips gently caress through the outer edges of her hairy triangle and halfway up, I planted a butterfly kiss on the inner part of her hip, this meant for a fleeting second, my nose was deep in her bush! By the time we reached her breasts, I was rapidly getting a hard on, although by lying alongside her, I could hide it quite well. The others were concentrating on the task, as was pretty much everyone in the room. Again, I probably took things a little far. My fingertips slid gently over the tiny strawberry like nipple of her breast nearest and I followed it up by placing my lips (for a second only) on her nipple itself. How I wanted my tongue to do the job properly! Then, it was back to whispering sweet ‘nothings' into her ears and the turn came to an end. I felt exhilarated and strangely exhausted.

We listened to the facilitators making some general comments about the experience and I willed the blood to leave my penis, as I guessed it would be my turn next! Shit, keep talking guys!

The recap had taken about a minute and I peered downwards to see my cock had lost some of its interest, I'd try and lie face down without it being on show too much. Then, it was time to take a turn. The instructions came through the microphone “next person, please take to the mat".

I looked at Sue, who again shook her head and now nodded for me to take the next turn. I moved almost lizard like to reach the mat without exposing too much of what ultra close contact of Sian's nude body had caused, then came the shock! From the facilitators, came the words “and for the next two people, we'll start with them lying on their backs to start". Oh shit, I couldn't avoid it! I twisted around and lay backwards, my semi erect member just catching my eye as I put my head back and closed my eyes, as instructed.

Due to the way the foursome worked, Sian was now on one side of me, the other two took the other side. The shower of words started, I can only say it was a wonderful experience and all the words seemed very nice and were all very mixed up, making whole sentences difficult to understand. In my dreams I always hear Sian's voice whispering “I love your always hard cock" but, I think that stretched the truth! The stroking and kissing was exquisite, with eyes closed its difficult to know who is doing what. With Sian kneeling on my right side, I was aware it was her stroking my arm and fingers, but lower down, it was less easy to discern. A butterfly kiss brushed my right hip, I felt fingertips slowly slide through my own pubes...then it happened! A butterfly kiss first on the lower shaft then another, right on the tip of my penis. Sian? I can only think it must have been, it also confirmed that my member was at least lying flat, the right way up! I just hope it looked more impressive (from that close range) than it might have been, if it was in it’s normal resting state! My legs received the same gentle treatment and I was instructed to roll onto my front. The reverse process was lovely, but not as wonderful as the trip south had been. Both buttock cheeks got attention from both sides now, Sue and not Alan, I always assure myself, we recollecting the experience.

I sat up, relieved I was now flaccid and moved alongside a smiling Sian, her gorgeous face flushed pink, just as if she had just got out of the bath! This was more than can be said for Sue, she looked very I’ll at ease and on being instructed to lay down, did so with little enthusiasm. We asked the question and to everyone's surprise, she said “please avoid my breasts and my...um...front bottom area" This statement caused Sian to collapse in a fit of giggles that made half the room look at our foursome. A mild rebuke came from the facilitator, telling everyone to be sincere and solemn in this exercise. We carried the process through, as instructed but it had clearly lost the magical element for Sue. Was this why we were instructed to abstain from sex, even with ourselves?

That I cannot explain, but Sue seemed pretty unenthusiastic for the remaining couple of hours we had at the course. I'll tell you about those, next time.

From your account, it seems pretty obvious to me that Sue saw and heard your interest in Sian and felt hurt or insecure about herself.

The event ended with a ‘mill and hug' melee to end all melees, where everyone has to hug everybody in turn, as two circles of Male and female course members rotate in opposite directions. I had some memorable hugs in this exercise! Alex (now it seemed bonded with a young Male course member she had started the day with in the ‘show me' exercise ) whispered in my ear “mmm, you are the best hugger", Emma seemed very happy to hug too, the feeling of her soft squashy breasts against my chest pops into my mind whenever she appears on a TV panel show nowadays. And Sian of course, her hug broke the rules! I embraced her top half and brought her close, wanting to smell her gorgeous skin for one last time. She said nothing, but as we were about to part, she pushed her hips hard against mine (what we were told we must not do) and I felt the tip of my soft cock plunge into black tangle of pubes.
She pulled back and smiled a smile I hoped might mean something, but I was to be disappointed. Sue smiled at me when we met up in the circle, now seemingly much more at ease. ‘G' too gave me a big smile and whispered “are you a convert now?”, referring to HAI and I replied “oh yes!” and gave her a big squeeze to make my point.

Then it was time to get dressed, pack up and brave the holiday Monday traffic in a four hour drive home. We were given details of a closed FB group where (if we wanted) we could join to keep in contact with others from the weekend. I stopped in a deserted layby and relieved myself in matter of seconds, running my mind back over the day. What a sensual experience and all for £150! I'd forgotten to mention that these weekend events normally cost £450 a time, but HAI subsidies Level 1 courses, as the Levels have to be completed in order. HAI social membership is open to everybody who has completed this course.

The FB group was busy in the days that followed as people joined and shared their post weekend thoughts. Sian took a fortnight to show up and described herself (in case anyone could not remember her) as ‘tiny tits, big bush' when she did! I sent the odd PM to see if we could possibly meet up somewhere, but to no avail. She lived in West Wales and I on the south coast, so just bumping into her was not likely.

I went to a HAI social weekend that summer in Glastonbury, but she was not there. The social event was clothes optional at times, but no woman stripped fully except the female of the ‘host couple’s and she was nearly 70. Slowly, the FB group dried up on new posts and it was closed by whoever set it up after 6 months. Sue never joined. I'm pleased I saved Sian's avatar as I've not found her on FB itself. I I saw J**** twice over the next three years including a weekend at her home (spare bedroom!) as she was trying again to start the failed relationship that had caused her to visit CR. We are still 'FB friends' but no longer have 'relationship coaching' phone calls for hours, that we did for three years! 'G', (so J***** informs me), is in a BDSM relationship and now lives half the year in a hut in one of the UKs oldest nudist clubs, north of London.

Over the next two years, I used HAI techniques (stroking) to bed two lovely ladies I'd met (I might write about that, if anyone is interested?) and in summer 2015 and feeling a bit ‘unloved', I applied for a place on that Autumn’s Level 1 course, again to be held in Wales. I received an email reply, telling me they were receiving twice as many men applying as women, making gender balance very difficult. I was told if I wanted a place, I must apply with a female partner who wanted to do the course.

Shit, that was impossible...or so I thought!

Since my return to the UK in 2012, I'd lived in my home town, looking after an elderly parent. This meant I was unable to return to fully paid employment and I adopted a frugal lifestyle. This meant dating (via the internet, for the first time) was not easy. Dates expected guys in their mid 50s to have plenty of money, I'd lost most of mine in Spain with the crash of 2008, so whereas I wasn't exactly poverty stricken, I was not a ‘good catch' either.

My first internet date was set up, a week before I flew back! It was with a local University professor (business studies) who, although we were the same age and from that town, I didn't know. We had a few old ‘friends in common’ however. I didn't go to well, but we agreed to meet again. This was not a lot better (in my view), but as I walked her to her car, she said “are we going to give this a go?”. Rather taken aback, I heard myself saying “I think we should give it a go!”. With that she leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss grew and 30 minutes later, I was climbing into her bed! The relationship developed somewhat, but we were never going to be soulmates (so J***** would tell me, over the phone) because we had little in common. She hated walking, unless to the dress shops, I hiked about 30 miles a week and hated shopping.

She came to Spain with me for a weekend, as I had to sign some papers, handing my share of the house there, to my ex. I took her to visit my favourite beach, but it was January and too cold for me to tempt her to get naked. The sex was quite good and her house was a much nicer place to spend time than the rented place I had then. Finally, we broke up over the cost of two glasses of wine, outside a bar in our local shopping centre...£12! I said we could have bought two bottles (and have change) for that price. She said we paid for the ‘ambiance’ which was not exactly St Mark's Square!

So, by May 2013 and the HAI course I told you about above and I'm single and poor! I hiked every weekend with a singles walking group, organised through ‘Meet Up' website networks. This was good for fitness and women outnumbered men two to one! Not that all the women were young and attractive, however.

My first weekend back in the UK and the day after my first internet date, I took the train to a small station in West Sussex. This was given as the start point of the group walk and (as I had yet to buy a car) one of the few accessible using public transport. There was no sign of any group in the car park, but a tall blonde lady in hiking gear was standing, seemingly waiting for them to arrive. “Are you part of the meet up group?” I called. She replied “yes, but I'm beginning to think this isn't the right place". Have you looked the other side?” I replied, “let's try there". We crossed the railway via a footbridge and immediately saw about 30 hikers chatting away. As we arrived, the leader looked at his watch and they all trooped off, the blonde and I trying to catch up! “I'm Pedro (not my real name!, but I'll keep it for OCC stuff!), this is my first walk with Meet Up". “Oh Hi” she said, “I'm M****** and it's mine too”.
At the back, we chatted for over an hour. M was a mother of two girls, the youngest was in her final year at school, the other was at Uni. Her husband (a wealthy businessman) had left them two years ago for his PA who was almost thirty years his junior. M was only now feeling strong enough to start looking for a social life...but NOT dating, making herself very clear! The friendship slowly grew over the next few years, we took turns to drive each other to the walks, once I'd bought a small car. She drove a BMW M Sport, but not very well! She also had lots of misfortunes, house floods, parental illness and bad financial decisions. However we got on well, she even agreed we would go on a ‘date' if or when she felt ready to get back into ‘that sort of thing’. ‘M’ was tall, about 5ft 10ins and had a mane of light blonde hair, her face had obviously been very pretty when she was younger, but it now revealed the hurt her husband had caused her. She appeared to have reasonably sized breasts and wide hips, but in walking and casual clothes, it was not easy to judge.

We used to change into walking kit at the back of our cars, I'd hold her steady as she hopped around, struggling to put on thick socks and boots, but apart from a peck on the cheek when meeting and parting, that was as close as we got.

We talked about everything in both our lives, she had heard about WNBR (no way!) and I'd told her about HAI (interesting, but I don't think I could do that) and my erratic internet dating, something else she didn't want to do. She would talk about her terrible ex, her kids and her difficult elderly parents. She was 48 at the time we met and also had to be a full time carer for her parents.

I told her about wanting to go back and doing Level 1 again, Level 2 being far too expensive! On our next walk, I then mentioned my new gender balance dilemma. To my surprise, she said "I'm not making any promises, but tell me again about HAI and what it's all about. I have a big birthday this year and its probably about time I shook myself into moving my bloody life forward. From what I remember, this sort of course just might be the thing to give me a kick start!". I was just taking this statement in when she added, in a whisper as we were walking in a group "I won't have to get undressed will I?". I assured her that everything was 'optional' and she would be free to do what she wanted, no pressure.

By the time we were driving home, she said " As long as nothing clashes that I've forgotten about, I'll come along to Wales with you next month...but you'll have to hold my hand". I agreed and began to wonder if I'll end up holding more than just your hand!

Photo of 'M' below.

I emailed HAI to inform them I was coming with a female friend and we were both given places for the Level 1 at Buckland Hall (again) in a month's time. The next few weeks flew by and despite a couple of scares over M being able to make it, she arrived at my place early and I drove us both.

The journey to Wales took over four hours on a wet Friday evening, thanks to extra traffic. The time passed with M and me talking about pretty much anything but the weekend ahead. I could tell she was nervous, but after having had a bad week at home (her daughter's dog had been unwell and younger daughter playing up about spending the weekend with her father) she seemed pleased to have something else to occupy her thoughts.
With about 30 minutes of the journey left, M started to ask questions about what was in store, this weekend. “um, you know you assured me, everything is up to me? She said. “you're ‘at choice’ all the time" I assured her. “no, that's not the thing that’s bothering me". I tried to reassure her “I'll be your buddy this evening, so you won't be with a stranger for the early part of the workshop and you can sit out absolutely anything you don't feel comfortable with, later on". She smiled and then added “ this buddy thing, I'm happy that we will be together...but will you be naked?” I'd given this some thought in advance and gave her an option. “nobody will be naked this evening, so don't get ahead of yourself. That option comes tomorrow, but I should not be telling you this. However, let's do tonight's exercise, which are just friendly fun things and at breakfast time tomorrow, we'll discuss it then... You might even fancy getting your kit off, by then!” I added rather hopefully. “I very much doubt that" she said “I've spent half my life hating my own body and tried my best to avoid my ex- husband seeing me naked, since the birth of my daughters. When I was young it was better, but I've never been confident, even enough to wear a bikini at the beach on holiday". I realised then that this weekend might well turn out very differently to the first one. To keep ‘M's friendship I might well have to remain semi dressed (as my old roommate Nick always did) all weekend. No ‘Doctors and Nurses' and no ‘shower or shower of love’ as that would freak her out, if she is worrying about seeing me naked. I think I might have made a big error bringing her along, but what choice did I have.
I was mulling this over when the first sign to Buckland Hall appeared about half a mile from our destination. M had been silent for a few minutes, lost in her own thoughts. “here we are" as I turned into the long drive. Nestled in fabulous parkland, M brightened up and exclaimed “wow, what an amazing place, is this it?”. “yes it is fabulous, isn't it” I replied to lighten things up. I swung into a parking space away from the main entrance. There were already about 30 cars already parked up.

We sat there taking in the view for a second and then M put her hand lightly on my knee and said “sorry, I've been selfish. You're used to nudity with your ‘mad’ nude race (for some reason she always referred to WNBR as a race!) and these sort of courses, not to mention nudist beaches. You be yourself this weekend and I'll be a big girl and make up my own mind on what I do or don't do. If you want to strip off, I promise I won't be offended...possibly embarrassed a bit, but not offended!”. I smiled at her (her hand was removed as I replied to her statement “I'll be just as embarrassed as you, I'm no ‘porno star’ when it comes to being nude, just try not to laugh too much!”. This broke the tension that had been in the car for the past few minutes and we both started giggling. “oh, I hope you are not going to be too much of a disappointment” she joked. Now it was my turn to worry a little!

We took our two small suitcases out of the back and made our way inside. The hall entrance was identical to my previous visit, two years earlier. A helper was giving out room keys and asking us to sign in and sign a paper promising not to take photos, turn off mobiles and not to leave the designated area around the building for the next 48 hours. Another helper was giving instructions on meal times and where to find our rooms. It didn't take a second to realise that this helper was the large ‘virgin’ from Norfolk that I had met on my last trip. “hello again” I said and she smiled in recognition “are you back for level 1 again then?” she replied. “I am indeed and I've brought a friend this time" I said nodding at M standing next to me. “great” she said, “ it’s a good thing to do this as couple, you will learn more about each other in the next 48 hours, than a year in the ‘real world'. I've done level 2 and level 3 since I joined and it's transformed my whole life". I half hoped M did not hear the remark about us finding out everything about each other, then I realised we were being treated as a couple! “we're not a couple, as such" I quickly added. “no problem, one way or the other, everyone is at choice and we keep the rooms strictly single sex, even if you were married! That's the HAI way!” our helper responded. Your room 15 and your lovely lady is in room 19, both up this, the front staircase.

We made our way up the stairs and M whispered “that's one hurdle negotiated” “what do you mean" I replied. “I did wonder if they would give us a double room, as we booked together!”. “oh, I thought I'd told you it's strictly single sex upstairs” I added “I'd not realised you were worrying about that too". “not worrying as such, just thought I'd have to lay some rules of my own, if we had shared". “here's mine" I said, and yours is at the bottom of the corridor. Hope we've got a good view!”. On entering the room I saw I had a very good view, a second later I realised that this room was the ‘famous' shower room from two years earlier. I saw the shower room was in use now, my new roommate had a large pile of clothes on the bed and more on the only chair in the room. Don't think I'll be so lucky with my roommate, this time I thought.

After dropping off my case, I wondered down to room 19 and knocked on the door. “come in, whoever you are!” called a female voice, not M's! I opened the door and sheepishly put my head around it. There, sitting on one of the two single beds was a strange woman. Well, that was my first impression!
The woman was part middle aged but part child, she had a face that could have been a young girl but at the same time could have been 40 something. She beamed a big smile and her whole face lit up “ooh! A strange gentleman called already and I've only been here half an hour" she giggled. She stood up and offered her hand, inviting me in the room.

She was about 5ft tall or even less, had very long straight hair and had a rounded but not at all plump body...and now thrust what I can only describe as a ‘giant cleavage’ highly visible in her low cut top towards me. “I'm ‘V', pleased to meet you". I looked down and was shocked to see the whole of her inner right arm was covered in a large ivy like tattoo. I tried not to stare, so looked down at her feet. They were bare and very small and petite, but again, there was the same floral tattoo, starting on one foot and disappearing up the leg of her leggings.

Now, I hate tattoos and really hate them on women! But this woman was rather attractive despite being heavily tattooed. At that moment M appeared from the bathroom. “oh, hello! I see you've met ‘V', she's new to HAI too and is from Portsmouth”. Portsmouth is about 30 minutes from where M and I live, so it was a coincidence. V then said “ if you'll excuse me, I have to make myself beautiful before dinner" and went into the bathroom.

M came close and whispered into my ear “and...she's a white witch too! Didn't see that sort of thing happening and we've only just got here!”.

I forgot to mention that M did attend church several times a year and had admitted to being a Christian in our walk conversations. I'd now arranged her to share with a practicing witch!!

We returned to the hall entrance and I told her about the common room and we went in for to have a drink as food was still 30 minutes away. The room was quite full, people were standing or sitting in small groups. I recognised the couple from Glastonbury who had hosted the social weekend and there, deep in conversation with a totally gorgeous woman of about 30 was Nick, back for his sixth Level 1! I smiled and he beckoned us over to join them. “This is Melanie, she’s a newbie to HAI” introductions were exchanged and I began to see how Nick operated. He went to every HAI event, never stripped off that I had seen, but always befriended the prettiest girl there. I knew from J**** that he had not had a girlfriend for over a decade, he got his kicks from these events.

Looking around the room it looked very unbalanced, about 10 or 12 guys and only one other woman not in our little group. “where are the other girls?” M queried. “probably getting themselves all dolled up" said Nick. It's always a balanced mix at HAI. Melanie (my goodness why are girls who are called Melanie always gorgeous?) seemed very calm and confident and she knocked Nick down more than once, when his jokes got a little suggestive.

A gong was sounded and we all trooped across the hall into the dining room, the buffet table groaning under the weight wonderful organic delicacies. “wow, this is fantastic” said M, piling her plate with food. We went over and found a place at a big table. Soon, the place was buzzing! The ‘missing’ women were soon evident, the witch (as I'll call her from now on) sat opposite us, next to a large black guy and a couple (a proper couple) from Dublin. We all exchanged our names and some offered more information on what had brought them to HAI.

Looking around the room, with the exception of Melanie, there were two girls who were even younger and quite a few Asian (Indian, rather than far east) guys, under 40. The mix seemed stranger than last time, I thought if I should mark out any girl for a potential partner on day 2, but with my mind full of looking after M and wondering if I could actually sit so close to her when I'm naked, I couldn't focus much on anything else. What happens if she laughs at my ‘slightly smaller than average’ penis or worse, sitting close and she does get naked...I could get an erection...it happened before. I was aware of being watched. The witch was looking at me across the table. It was then I was aware of her eyes, they were Sapphire blue (as were M's), but as the light caught them, they turned an incredible lilac colour. I thought rather childishly that it was ‘bewitching’! As I wondered if she might be an interesting possible partner for day 2, I caught sight of her tattooed arm and that put me right off, she's probably completely covered in the things!

After a very pleasurable meal, we were told to assemble in ‘the room of love’ where we lined up for ‘backjack' back rests. M and I were given labels to write our names on and I led her to a corner of the room, collecting our seating mats from a pile by the stage area. The helpers trooped in, followed by the facilitators, the same guy as last time, but instead of the very large black lady, we had a small thin lady of about 70 or more. My mind fast forwarded to ‘doctors and nurses' demonstration and having to see the very intimate parts of such an older lady. It transpired that this old lady was one of the HAI founders, dating back to the late 1960s in California. We were told that we were very honoured to have her here overseeing a Level 1 in the UK.

We then went through the preliminary exercises (described in my earlier posts), how to sit together and how to hug. We underwent a ‘mill and hug' and eventually a head and face stroke. M went along with it all, to my surprise, she too seemed happy to be stroked (albeit fully dressed) below her head and neck. Because we weren't supposed to talk in conversation, it was difficult to brief her or reassure her at every step of the way. But at the end of the 90 minute session, she exclaimed “I really enjoyed that, it was lovely to feel loving human touch again, for the first time in years...even if it's only from you!”. I didn't know to be pleased or offended!

We had a coffee (“decaf for me”, insisted M) in the common room, now with about half a dozen folk sitting around. A very young blonde of about 20 came in and looked around “do we just help ourselves” she asked, pointing at the coffee. “yes, did you arrive late?”. “yeah” she said, “bloody trains!”. I detected an Australian accent and she came over and asked if she could join us. “ train from London broke down at Reading and by the time I got on another, the last train to anywhere near here had finished. Had to get a taxi and it cost me £90! And I missed dinner and the start of the course". Her name was Hannah and it was her first Level 1. She was just 20, (had cropped blonde hair and a very trim figure) and in the UK on a gap year. “how did you find about HAI?” I asked, and was surprised by the answer. “ my parents have been organisers of HAI in Australia since before I was born, so I know all about it. I'd never wanted to be involved at home, specially as a teenager, but now, thousands of miles away from them, I thought it would be a good chance to try it!”.
Hannah was offered a place on the large old sofa, next to M, who started quizzing her on what she knew about the organisation. It seemed M was unsure if she was getting involved in a cult of some kind!

The door of the common room opened again to reveal the ‘witch’, dressed in pink floral pyjamas, only a missing teddy bear would have made her look more like a small child that couldn't sleep, so came downstairs to find her parents! “ so this is where everyone is hiding, I thought we all had to have an early night". I said “it's not late" looking at my watch...to find I'd promised not to wear one! That gave everyone a chuckle and the witch got herself a glass of milk from the large jug in the communal chiller.

She crossed to the sofa and announced “make space for a little one, budge up" the last part clearly addressed to me. I squeezed myself up against the sofa arm, to allow her at least half a cushion to sit down. She squirmed into place, her soft pyjamas brushing my bare arm. She held her glass with both hands, just as a child might. Glancing down, I saw that the top button of her pyjama jacket had popped undone...or had been left undone on purpose. She really was a big girl there, despite her short stature.

The witch was listening to the conversation between Hannah and M. Hannah explaining again the whole ‘at choice’ thing, “it's quite empowering” said Hannah, “you make your own rules and nobody will think badly of you". The witch then broke in with... “so nobody has to get their kit off tomorrow then?” Hannah smiled and replied “it's up to the individual, as I said there is no right or wrong". The witch wrinkled her nose and came straight back with “oh bum, I was looking forward to seeing a room full of naked men!”. I leant across from my squashed corner and said “don't worry, the men will get naked, from my limited experience, it's the ladies who remain dressed". M added “well this lady will remain dressed anyway, what about you two?” looking left and right at Hannah and the witch. Hannah replied first “I'm keeping my options open, so will wait until the time comes" the witch, wrinkling her nose added “ seems like a good plan to me too".

With that, her milk finished, “I'm off, back to bed...looks like we ladies might need our beauty sleep tonight girls" smiling widely. M stood up and agreed “I'll come with you", she leaned forward, gave me a peck on the cheek “goodnight, see you at breakfast!”. That left just me and Hannah on the sofa and it felt a little difficult to think of a new topic of conversation, so I too excused myself and went upstairs. As I left, I saw Nick (who had been reading in the corner) get up and head towards the sofa. ‘good old Nick, same old tricks' I thought.
On arrival in my room, I found my roommate (a guy in his late 20s with a shaved head and gigantic beard) sitting up in bed, playing with his I-phone. “hi, I'm Josh, can't seem to get a signal in this bloody place". I agreed and reminded him about the rules, introducing myself at the same time. “oh crap, I'd forgotten that...doesn't seem to matter with this reception anyway!” said my new roommate. “so, tomorrow we all get naked then?” he leered “a few fit girls here this weekend...and a few old biddies too, but worth a fuck!”.

I didn't quite no how to react to this, but said “you've been on one of these weekend things before then?”. He shook his head “no but my mates have been and they have all scored big time, the older ladies love the chance of a young cock inside them...it's a doddle after the things that we get to do here apparently”. “sounds interesting” I replied, not wanting to get drawn into anymore of this.

Under the covers, the sound of Josh's headphones ticking music into his ears, I began to worry. There did seem to be more young guys here, than last time. Were they all here for the same as Josh? Would M or the witch be a target as older women wanting ‘young cock’?. I didn't sleep very well.

I awoke, having moved all my thoughts forward. I'm here to contact with lovely ladies, had I not turned down casual sex not 10 feet from this very bed, last time! I was no better than these young guys, I'd just didn't dare admit it to myself!
After a shower (Josh snored on, his headphones still playing by themselves, under his duvet) I went downstairs, M and the witch were already there, chatting like old friends. “morning!” said M, we've been having a lovely time, we've already been out for a walk, despite the drizzle!”. I grabbed a banana and sat down opposite them both. “we've been hatching plans" said the witch. “and they are?” I replied. “wait and see, they are um...flexible” chuckled M. “We've got to go up and change, see you later” she added and they both left, giggling in a conspiratorial way.

About half an hour (having had more breakfast!) I entered the room and collected M and my backrest and went to quiet corner to wait the rest of the course. M and the witch came in together, both wearing sweatshirt tops and shorts, M's looking very much shorter and showing almost all her legs, together with half her tummy. She slid alongside me, “the witch has lent me these, do they look alright?”. “They look fine, nobody dresses up for HAI” I assured her. “can you see my stretch marks?” she queried. I looked and if I looked hard, she did have quite a few stretch Mark’s around her tummy “my eldest is responsible for those...I hate them". I told her not to worry, at our age we all have wobbly, lumpy or scarred bits, it makes us what we are. Don't worry, you look fine!”. She frowned, “the witch is a year older than me and she has the body of someone twenty years younger...and she's had three kids!”.

I was surprised by that, I couldn't imagine the witch being a mother. My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the facilitators and the room was hushed into silence. The morning exercises passed up to the coffee break, M and I joined a small group comprising of us, the larger Nigerian guy and the lady from Norfolk from my first course, now a helper to control our discussions.
I looked for Hannah, she was in a group of younger people, including Josh and one of the Asian guys. Melanie was across the room, I wondered if they would be near me when the upcoming disrobe session happens, in about ten minutes time!

After coffee, we entered the room and were told to stand in a semi circle and to close our eyes, the moment had arrived and I found my heart pounding like never before. What was I going to do and (more importantly), what would ‘my' ladies do? In a few seconds, I'd know.

I half opened my eyes, as the facilitators went through the detail of the disrobing. In front of me, about 6 feet away was Hannah, Josh and a few younger people. The witch and M were just off to my left, I tried to turn without being caught out. They had disappeared! Oh shit, have they left the room, was this their damn plan? Then came the call to disrobe...hell, what should I do?

This time, with M in mind, I had a pair of underpants under my jogging bottoms, last time I didn't, to force myself to get fully naked straight away. I pulled the bottoms off, should I go ‘all the way' or stay in underpants? I risked a peek ahead, Josh was totally naked and now appeared to be openly gazing around the room. I thought ‘bugger, get on with it’.

I pulled off my shirt and struggled a little (wishing I had not worn them) getting my underpants off, standing one foot. I heard a small giggle from behind, was that the bloody witch, had they moved behind me after I'd closed my eyes? Ahead, Hannah was virtually naked now, clad in a tiny pair of see through (from the back anyway) panties, Melanie also wore panties, my nerves started to grow. M and the witch must be still here, next we had to go to our buddies! The instructions came to return to our backrest and resume our buddy to buddy position for the next stage. Looking forward, I was shocked to see over half the room still wearing something or other. I felt VERY NAKED now!

On reaching the backrest, I turned and scanned the room for M. Then I saw her, oh shit! She was still wearing everything she had worn previously! “do you mind?” I whispered, gesturing my state of nakedness. “not at all, I was expecting it" she smiled. “do you mind me staying like this for the moment?” “I was expecting it!” I tossed back at her, winking cheekily. Getting into position was tricky, our legs interlocking as directed. “crumbs, your willy is very close to me" she whispered (we were not meant to be talking yet) it's funny seeing all nudie this close. In order to break her stare, I looked around the room for the witch. She was some distance away, but without being too obvious, I could see was at least topless, her big boobs were visible, even with her back mostly towards me, peeking out from both sides of her small back. A back with more tattoos too, what looked like an ornate butterfly on one shoulder and on the back of her neck (her hair was now up) what could be a pentangle, a witchcraft symbol.

M caught me looking and smiled. Any chance of conversation was stopped by the commencement of the stroking exercises. I went first, similar to last night, but now M had more flesh available to stroke. The jogging bottoms cut quite high, so her upper thighs were now exposed, cellulite clearly visible. To my surprise, she said ‘no barriers’ when we got to her body. I concentrated so hard, aware my penis was on full show, with nowhere to hide, if I got turned on. My turn to be stroked came next. When it came to lower body, I said “no barriers" too, testing her reaction. Her hands gently brushed down my arms and legs, she continued to my feet and her fingertips started back upwards. For a tantalising second, I thought she would touch my cock, but the fingers scouted around that region and finished on my chest.

The next was the first naked ‘mill and hug' as a room. We had to look each other in the eye, not anywhere else, for this. However, it was easy to take things in without being obvious. I realised that several more people were now more naked than I had originally thought. I got a lovely hug from young Hannah, looking every inch a teenager in nothing but pretty panties, with a tiny flower embroidered on the front. She had small but perfectly formed breasts and had become a popular target for males wanting a hug. Popular, but not as popular as the witch! Wearing rather large black panties, she had hardly moved but had a queue of guys wanting to bend down to hug her! She was loving the attention too! I caught her eye and she immediately moved against the flow of people to head my way. “want a hug big fella?” she whispered. “hmm, I think I do" I replied, trying not to sound too bothered. Her arms went around my neck (not the way we were taught to hug) and pushed her gorgeous breasts into my torso. I could feel them changing shape as she pushed against me, far harder than we had been advised! She take a step back, thanking me politely. I now allowed my eyes (already looking downward) to feast themselves on her firm big rounded breasts, large oval areola with now swelling nipples. Goodness they were glorious, her tummy was a little rounded and far from flat. Arms and legs were slightly chubby, but if I could look past the tattooed bits, she was lovely. Her cheeky grin got wider and she whispered “loved seeing you getting your knickers in a twist, by the way!” and then she moved on, her little queue following her around.

I glanced for anyone else I'd wanted to get closer too and caught sight of M, sitting by herself at the side of the room. She had started the exercise, but dropped out. I went over to see if she was ok. When I reached her, I realised that if I stood next to her, my dick would be in her face! I slid down next to her instead. “alright?” I asked. “not really, I'm such a bloody coward, keeping all my clothes on when pretty much everyone else has just gone for it". “do what your comfortable with" I try to reassure her. “I can't go around hugging naked folks like this" I feel like some pervert! A young guy with a beard and a giant cock (Josh?) asked to hug me, I felt so stupid when I turned him down, I came over here to escape. I was about to say something, when she added “ and he was a fit guy too, I must be mad". I tried to put my conversation with Josh to one side. “do whatever you want, just relax and don't blame yourself for anything” I said, wondering if I was just repeating myself. “look away" she hissed. “sorry" I replied. “turn your head to face the wall, I'm going to get comfortable with myself!”.

I looked away as my peripheral vision caught sight of her taking off items of clothing. I gulped, how far would she go? “you can look now" she whispered. I turned my head to see she taken off everything but a pale pink g string type of panties. “wow, M" I said, “your gorgeous!”. She was indeed gorgeous too, her breasts were full (not as big as the witch, but not small) with very large pale pink nipples, pointing outwards. Her tummy bulging over her panties, but I could still see what looked like blonde pubic hairs escaping the triangle of cotton. “give me a bloody big hug" she said, a tear appearing in the corner of her eyes. We hugged for a minute, she sobbed her heart out for a while and pulled back. “sorry, nobody has said I'm gorgeous for so long, it made me a bit emotional”.

In the room, the session had moved on, without us knowing. We decided to stay put, as we had missed the start of a group thing. A helper came over to check on us “we'll sit this out, if that’s OK?” I asked. The Male helper replied “of course, do you want a tissue?” he held out a box of Kleenex towards M. “oh, how thoughtful” she replied, taking one and blowing her nose loudly. Nearby a group looked in our direction, wondering what had caused the noise!
I held her hand and told her how brave she had been and how happy she will be, for being brave. I also added that it would get more ‘involved’ but she had overcome the hardest bit of the whole weekend.

The group session ended with lunch and the groups broke up, to find their clothes. The witch came straight over (not bothering to find her clothes first) “ahh, what a pretty picture” she said. We both stood up as she approached closer. “this calls for a group hug" she announced. Before we had any choice, she reached up (both M and I were almost a foot taller) and put her arms around our necks and pulled us all together. I was aware of four large squashy breasts being squeezed against me, my penis throbbed slightly. Thankfully the hug didn't last as long as the solo one I'd had earlier with the witch, so I got away without a hard on. That would have ruined the whole day. “come on, I'm starving” said the witch “ I'm really loving this stuff!”.

I looked at M who looked reflective “ I just been hugged by a naked woman, well half naked anyway, and I've got my bloody tits out in front of everyone, including you! I also have to say that she pulled me so hard in that hug, that I accidentally brushed my leg against your naked willie too...and I'm still alive!
She let out a long breath and said, “ I suppose now I have to get dressed again, just as I'm getting comfortable!” I advised her that it would be best, we then adjourned to the dining room, now clothed again.