The elephant sanctuary
 

Since I like to read stories with detail, I have made mine with quite a bit of detail as well. I also think it is useful to have detail across cultures. For instance I read a quick story about <hopping in a jacuzzi> and it made no sense to me because at the time I had no idea the people were in a hot bath of sorts. So a description about the setting makes the story so much better for me. For those who disagree, I will try to start all the bawdy sections in a new reply with some hint that things may be getting <inappropriate>

The setting
 

Since I moved out of the house without even getting married <gasp!> my father goes well out of his way to make sure that we are spending time together. While I don't like his old idea that a woman can not be left without a man to watch over her, I do appreciate that he cares. On this particular outing we were going to an elephant sanctuary. This is special for us because when I was younger we could see elephants from our family home and we would follow them together. The city has grown so large that it has swallowed up our mudzi and there are no longer elephants there and it has been a long time since we went elephant watching together. When we set off I knew that I would be excited by the elephants, but I did not know that I would be excited by other things.

The sanctuary had been poorly run for years by our government. They made the news reels for something to do with how to sell ivory and apparently it was a big deal. So then an Australian man entered the picture, raised a bunch of money, and the government passed him the whole operation. He had only been running things for a few months but already it looked different than how we we usually do things. I know a lot about elephants from having spent so many hours watching but I still learned so much. Now I'm eager to talk about elephants! But I know that's not what you are here for so I'll refrain but I will highlight one detail that is at least partly relevant to this forum. It's about the tour guides. There was a guy and a gal who walked our group through and they were both stunning and super fun to be around. I've seen quite a few Americans but never met an Australian and I fell in love with the accent. She was especially striking with very light hair that was all tightly pulled into a single neat braid. I was jealous that I could never do that. Usually I find that the very blonde girls have skin that is disturbingly light but hers was beautifully colored by the sun. I was jealous of everything about her! Well perhaps not the bum, she is a white girl after all (that's meant to be a joke, please don't read to much into it). There were only eight of us on the tour so there was plenty of time for me to chat with both of them and I love how much fun they looked like they were having at work. This would be an awesome job. I would discover later that there were more beautiful people imported for my viewing pleasure.

How do I pee?
 

So far it was only <locals>, that visited. I find it funny that we had the special name on the entry sign that had a price for <normal> or <local>. I feel like it should have been <normal> and <foreigner> with me being one of the normal ones. But at least my price was literally 1/10th of what others should expect to pay so I can't really complain. I mentioned how good the tour was but all was not perfect, the owner apologized many times in his introduction about things that were not ready. Exhibits would be improved, a restaurant would be built, tours offered in other languages and so on. One thing he neglected to mention was that the public toilets were not ready. This was awkward for him because he discovered that we are an embarrassingly resilient people when it comes to toileting. As a city girl I now understand the foreign perspective of general disgust for people doing their business randomly outside. But having grown up as a rural girl I can tell you that it is very easy for this to become normal. Anyway, by not saying anything at all people found a way to go and the problem just solved itself. Now I did have to go and it turns out that I was wearing the proper attire for a public pee. I had on a chitenge as a skirt. A chitenge is just a simple piece of strong cloth that we use for everything. It's a skirt, top, headress, or even a full outfit. Bunch the corners together if you want a bag or tie it around you if you want a back sac. Every mother carries their babies in a chitenge. Anyway the point is that it is much more cloth than you would need for just a skirt and does more that a full wrap around you. So when you squat there is plenty of room to expand and keep you covered. However as a city girl I had now taken to the more modern tradition of wearing panties which interferes with the whole operation. One can squat in a chitenge without anyone knowing whether they are peeing or simply having a rest. But having panties changes everythjng. It's not like sitting on a toilet where you can just lower them, you have to completely remove one leg or you can't balance properly. So this factor led me to ask where I could pee.

This is where it starts to get naughty
 

The head Australian directed me to the staff washroom. Which I was told would be found a ways up the trail marked <staff only>. About 50m down the path, the bush thinned and opened up into a nice area. I could already see the small thatch building that held the toilet. Beyond that there were a couple of very old buildings from the previous regime and a ring of new stilt huts that I would later learn were where the staff stayed.

It was interesting for me to see an all-white staff especially because they were all doing hard labour, at least the men were. Forgive me if this sounds bad but I've never known white people to do the sweaty work! Three handsome lads were working on the roof and a couple of ladies were painting the adjacent building. I felt like a bit of an intruder to their private town so I quickly made my way to the toilet. I was interrupted before I got in when on of the men yelled up to someone on the roof. He was trying to pass up a heavy bucket and holding it high over his head but the man on the roof had not noticed. This is where the fun started.

One of the women quickly jumped up to take advantage of the situation. She ran over to the man and pulled his shorts right down! Then she ran off laughing, I was appalled and riveted. It took a minute for him to drop the bucket and pull up his shorts so she had a good headstart. But he was fast and quickly caught her. He picked her right off the ground from a run and flipped her face down and began to spank her. At first I thought this was actual discipline for her action except you could tell he was not hitting hard because she giggled the whole time that she tried to break free. What happened next made my jaw drop. He got a better grip on her and whipped her shorts right down and continued his <punishment>. She shrieked when it happened but you could still hear laughter hidden in he protest. She was wearing those <barely there> panties with t-shaped back, the kind that I only thought existed on sites like these so he was literally smacking her bare cheeks! She managed break free but he grabbed onto her shorts as she wiggled away from him and she made it to her feet giggling and wearing nothing but a singlet top and the tiniest panties! She ran away while he held he shorts up like a runners trophy. She was heading for cover in one of the cabins and a woman who I hadn't noticed before called out <Looking good Karen> as she raced past.

well this is one aussie who is glad to see you back

Nice to see a familiar name ;) it is so good to be back! I have had internet access all week but it was because of a job I am doing for someone and they had me working long hours so it been killing me not being able to use it as I want. But I don't need to work on the weekend and it's too far to go home so I get to stay here and have all the private access I want! I am watching so much filth it should be embarrassing. I am laughing so hard at how my secret OCC identity can get so crass so fast.

I think you have to assume that people know the basics, like what a jacuzzi is. Otherwise a story that should be concentrating on eroticism end up like "we both jumped into a tank of water. It was heated to 40c and the water was circulated by a large pump. Water was injected into the flow to create a bubbly effect. Around the edge were nozzles to diect the waterflow and a knob controlled how much air, and therefore bubbles were produced." Or, simply state we jumped into a jacuzzi and fucked.

Personally i dont read stories that look over long. I havnt read yours:rolleyes:

Nice story. Do not worry about it being to long. It is nice to see other peoples views.
Looks like you might have to stop wearing panties.
Welcome back

My preface had the desired effect of warning you that I would be slow to get to the point and that those who disagree can easily move on to a faster paced thread. Or I suppose they could also hang about and complain.

Also, the <basics> you mention are your world view. Over here we use water to cool down. I would not have imagined otherwise. I did not suggest that your condescending detail was what I wanted. Even something like <the warm water took the chill out of the cold night air> or a description of her swimming costume would have made it clear. In any event I'm sure that the jacuzzi story was appreciated by many and I certainly did not stay on that thread to complain that it did not suit my style.

Thanks Ron. I'll write more today. Looking forward to reliving the moment.

The shower / toilet room -not as exciting as it sounds (yet)
 

After being fascinated by the show I made my way quickly to the lav. It was a simple round thatch building with no door just a wide curved entrance. It was nicer on the inside than I expected with a cement floor and flush toilet. There was a shower contraption in the center and a sink. There was plenty of room but the lack of deviders for the toilette or shower areas made it so it was really only meant for one if you wanted privacy. This, combined with the fact that there was no door, made me want to pee quickly. While perched on the pot I scanned the shelves that held individual's personal items. You could clearly see that there were man shelves and lady shelves. I smiled at the pink razor. Until my introduction to the internet I had no idea that white women had hair in so many places. There were also hooks on the wall holding towels and some articles of clothing. The one I was staring at was the 2 piece swimming costume. It was the small kind where the sides of the panties were only strings. I knew what it was because I had been introduced to swimming a few years ago and I shopped for something like it. However we have no natural water that you can swim in and swimming pools are rare so most people around here would have assumed it to be elaborately decorated underwear. I remember wearing my swimming costume for the first time which is literally 5 times the material of that one and how sexy it felt. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be in public in such a skimpy thing. I finished peeing and although I wanted to get out quickly I could not help but take a closer look at the garment. In my fascination I picked it up and held one of the tiny triangular parts of the top and I held it up to my boob to get an idea of what it would cover. Just then I heard a casual <oops sorry> from behind me! I'd been caught looking about as creepy as one possibly could. I was so awkward. I tried to explain that I was told I could come there and I also stammered something about the swim costume fell on the ground but I knew how implausible it sounded and I rushed past her to leave. I would later become friends with the woman who caught me and she brought up this story many many times forcing me to relive the embarrassment.

Hired!
 

After exiting the bathroom and literally running up the trail I found my father engaged in conversation with the owner, blonde braid girl whose name was Chloe, and Liam the other handsome host. In the conversation about what I liked about the tour they could tell I knew a lot about elephants, I even challenged them about one of their <facts> that I knew to be false. In the end, much to my father's disappointment, I took a job! Other than the elephant <mothers>, the ironically large men that work exclusively with the elephants, I was the only black staff. Based on my father's experience he assumed that I woud get all the crap work, but they treated me as equal. I even took my regular turn as tour guide which was my favorite. OK, that's the last of the <setup> all other story sections will be more directly on topic.

Shower scenes - yes it gets interesting ;)
 

When I first arrived we could only get running water by using a manual lift pump. The water was pumped up into a large reservoir but it was hard to fill because it leaked. It would empty itself in 30 minutes even of you did not use it, and it was a huge tank. The seesaw style handle was built for 2 people to pump it at once. Because of this we all showered on Thursday and Sunday. The men would start pumping while the women showered. When they were tired they would yell at us to get out and do the quick changeover before the water leaked out.

My first shower day was interesting because I didnt realize that I would be showering with all the girls at the same time. Once the pumping starts, the rush is on and before I knew it I was naked with 4 other girls in our wash hut. Water came out in all directions from the pole so we all faced each other as we washed. On one hand this is good because, shamefully, I like to look. On the other hand it is awkward because I'm not as comfortable being looked at. The system worked fine with three people but five was too many so there was usually two of us soaping on the side and we'd shift in and out to rinse.

Conversation in the shower was shockingly unrestrained. I got to see those little pink razors in action which was fascinating because I have nothing that needs to be shaved and we talked about those differences. All of them said that when they are home in Australia that they usually keep their pussies completely bare but over here all but Lily decided that they would just keep the sides trim. Lily still did a full shave on both shower days and came in a couple of times per week with a warm jug of water to do extra shaving. I learned this when I walked in on her sitting on the toilet, with the lid down. She had her legs spread with a razor in one hand and a small mirror in the other. She quickly snapped her legs shut when she heard me and looked up, <Oh it's you, do you need the loo?> I told her that I could wait but she quickly go up and continued her hunt for missed pubic hairs as she stood. I did pee but it took me a long time to get a stream going. Funny thing about her is that we do have a system that allows privacy and she chose not to use it. There is laminated card that we hang on the door. You hang up the pink side when a girl goes in and blue for a boy. If you don't want anyone to come in, you just take the card with you. She could have easily taken the card. ;)

Seeing the effort they go through to heep their hair at bay I understand why they were all jealous of my short pubic hair that stays nicely confined to a generally triangular area. During one of those unrestrained moments of conversation, Emma was showing us how long her hair had gotten. It was still trimmed to a smallish patch but the hair that remains were 3-4 cm long. She pulled one straight for us all to observe. The other girls, excluding Lily, did the same. I didn't and since Lily did not have hair to show, she took it upon herself to show mine! She fiddled away quite shamelessly trying to find a long one and stretch it out for observation but they are quite short so it's not an easy task and the whole moment was uncomfortably and excitedly long. I'll never forget that feeling.

That's all the time I have for now. A bunch of naughty reminiscing all before breakfast, it's bound to be a good day!

Welcome back!
 

I only just stumbled on your previous posts, but welcome back. You are truly an intriguing girl to follow!

Me too!
 

I had not yet discovered OCC when you wrote your first thread here in 2013, so my name will not be a familiar one to you. However, I have since read that one as well as this one.

I just wanted to chime in here and let you know that I think your stories are awesome! Personally, I believe they are perfectly detailed and erotically written. I love your style so please don't change a thing. I think your views are refreshingly innocent, yet still very erotic.

You have a new fan in me and if you have to disappear again for another three years, it'll be worth the wait! :D

I'm SO pleased to read your stories!
 

I absolutely love reading your stories! I, for one, find your cultural details fascinating. Having never had the opportunity to visit or live in an African nation, I value your approach, which assumes intelligence but not experience on the part of your readers.

I also enjoyed your reproof of shoeripoff's insensitive comments. I thought you addressed them well. It can be fun to hear someone who is acting as something of a prat get called out by a reasonable author. This forum is not about conflict, so I've said all I'll say about that.

I also agree with nectcouple: I enjoy your writing enough to make any wait worth enduring. Please come back when you can.

I'm not sure why I love to hear that people are reading but it really energizes me!

As you may have guessed, my convenient internet is over. But I am very excited to say I have another option. It's not perfect but I can get on. Our grand hotel has wifi that is completely free. Unfortunately I was not in range until I was well past the gate but I put on my nicest clothes and walked right in like I belonged and no one has stopped me. It's nice here, next time I am going to bring enough money to take a lunch, I thought I had enough this time but it is very overpriced.

I'm sorry that I did not come prepared with a story. I was not sure that I would be able to get on or I would have something pre-written to upload. I still have two more vivid memories of the shower and there is much more to tell about our drinking games!

I have a fan!

I love that people are reading. In my first thread I just had to share the experience with someone and I did not feel I could tell my friends. Telling it here was necessary therapy for feeling normal. This time I could just as easily reminisce with my Australian friends, but I realize I like the naughty feeling of sharing so publicly on this forum. Thanks to everyone

As I finish up writing this message I realize that there is a major flaw to this new system. I intend to keep looking at pics and stories and I and sure that they will have an effect on me, but I will have no way to <conclude> those thoughts. I will try to save some images to the phone in hopes they become useful tonight!

See you soon OCC!

Your stories
 

Welcome back!
I love your stories. They are wonderful. The details you add just improve them. People can be so impatient today. So many have forgotten what a good story is. Fortunately, as you can see, there are many here on OCC who love your stories and the details just enhance them. I am so glad you are posting again.
Welcome Welcome Welcome

Sean

Thank you for all the encouragement. It's fun to be in this naughty lifestyle together with all of you.

I'm so disappointed. I came to the hotel for lunch today and spent literally ten or twenty times what I would spend somewhere else, which was fine because I rarely treat myself and the food and atmosphere were great. Plus the work I did for the foreigner last week paid me so much money that I wanted to do something nice for me. The bad part was that I wrote a whole long story that tops anything I've shared yet and I lost it all when I went to post and the wifi was not working. Right now I've got a weak connection because I'm just outside the hotel wall. I found a place that connects near the pool. If this sends ok I'll come back here and post as soon as I can. I was tempted to retell it in short form now, but without the context I just sound like a Jezebel so I'd rather take the time to tell it my way. Hopefully soon.

I got six messages! I'll go read them now, I can only respond to two.

How a shy girl agrees a strip game
 

Monday was our day off and we would often go to town or head to some sort of adventure and that was the highlight for many of my Australian friends, but most of the things we were seeing I had seen before. So for me the the highlight was the things that I would not normally experience with my other friends. This included a boss that would buy alcohol for us and a place where i could openly enjoy it. It's not quite accurate to say women can't or don't enjoy a drink, but it still has a negative connotation. There is still the belief that good women dont drink and Christian women definitely don't drink, I fancy myself as both. However, most of the younger generation understand that they just don't drink with the men. The men will drink in open storefronts and sometimes you would see some woman drinking with them. But she would be branded a Jezebel and is not the type that anyone would marry. I'm really not different but I hide it by going just with my girlfriend's to a closed door type tavern. This would be operated by an auntie (not relative, just an older single lady) and we would drink with other women secretly before going out in a mixed group. The whole thing is a bit of a charade because a group of <good girls> can be seen walking down the street arm in arm giggling and singing and it is really no secret what probably went on. Here it was different, the boss would bring in lager beer and Smirnoff that would be cold and ready by the time the last tour left. I could walk freely in the company of men or women drinking as I saw fit. In fact the Sunday shower usually happened with a drink already in hand. This may explain some of the shower <freedom> I mentioned earlier. But I will save my other shower recollections for another post. After we were clean and fresh we would prepare dinner together drinking all the while. The evenings were delightfully racy. Sometimes we played some truth games while circled around a fire where I got to hear everyone's secrets. Everyone seemed to have one or several stories of sleeping with a man they had just met. One of the games was called <I have never> and it was common that someone would confess some terribly inappropriate event and several people would admit to having done the same! Stories of how one of the women had been quite intimate with another woman, of a man caught masterbating, taking part in a naked run with a large group in the daytime, and the list goes on. I was often the most eager to start up one of these games despite having the least to contribute.

We also played table games. Our favorite was a card game I introduced called buttons. We had to change up some things to make it work for nine players and our end result was very fun and the winners would boast for days. The goal of every round was to get rid of your cards, but the ultimate goal move up in the ranks and gain the top spot. The top four spots were called the <ruling class> and if you climbed to one of the top two spots, the people at the bottom would have to pay a tribute button at the start of very round. It turned out that starting with 10 buttons (we used bottle caps) each was about the right amount for a decent length game. It ended when only the top 4 remained. But sometimes it did not work out and a couple people got knocked out a little too early. To keep everyone involved we added an option that when you ran out of buttons you could just take a drink to stay in the round. But some of these guys can drink a lot and so it was too easy for them to stay in the game and bad play was being rewarded because there was no real cost to stay in, so we decided to up the stakes. Instead of a drink to stay, it was going to cost you a piece of clothing! Now I would have never agreed to a strip game but a regular game with the strip option was just about my speed. We played this way a couple of times and I got to see the guys in their briefs, but the women were more cautious. While this suited me fine the game itself was not as good because it made it take longer and we would often end before we had winners. I'm not sure if it was the long games or the fact that the men were not getting their peek at any of us, but soon a change was pushed upon us. They realized that counting clothes as buttons made it so we were playing with 14 or 15 buttons instead of 10. So we reduced the starting bottle caps to five!

While I did not often claim the top spot, I did usually make ruling class so convinced myself to play. What I failed to realize is that even when you don't lose, you may risk your last button many times on the way up the ladder. On our first game I got lucky in the first two rounds and got my wish of staying clothed the whole time while getting to see five people get fully naked! Lily was the first one out and at the time she was the only one showing much at all. Watching her end up naked alone was a frightening prospect. I watched while she remained seated and somewhat hidden by the table as she stripped off her knickers and held them up for all to see. <There, may I get dressed again?> Her words sounded pleading but somehow she spoke with a confidence that made you believe that she had the power. Locklan, the same guy who was involved in the spanking on my first day, replied. <How do we know that you're even naked?> I wish there was a way to type that in his awesome accent. Lily did not reply with words. She stood, spun in a full circle then made a deep bow before announcing <I'll take these.> while she proceeded to collect her clothes. The act initiated a tradition of having to <bow out> before one could put their clothes on. The other four were goaded into bowing out in turn, three guys and one girl. None were as bold as Lily. All covered up while they did their bow as opposed to Lily who did a deep bow with arms wide.

Occasionally we also played during the week, but never the strip version. I used these times to imagine that betting my sixth button was actually clothing. My intense training paid off because I It turns out that I didn't get naked for at least three weeks. During this time we clarified some rules. You could bet clothes that you had but you didn't have to take them off until you figured out who won the round. I think it was my third week that was down to just 3 pieces of clothes and I bet EVERYTHING, but won the round so I never had to show. My heart was pounding hard in the dreaded seconds I had to wait after I'd committed and before I knew that I won. The next rule we added before I'd even been naked was the <all in> rule. Basically if you were in a situation where you needed to bet more than you have to stay in, like you need three buttons to play and you're down to two bits of clothes, then you can play the hand by announcing <all in>. If you win the game continues as if you had enough buttons to play, but if you lose then all the clothes come off AND you have to do a special challenge as decided by the group! The only thing keeping the challenges in check was the fact the eventually you would be the one challenged and if you suggested something particularly absurd you could expect that to the when it came to your turn. These challenges were detectably horrifying. The first challenge had Liam run to the showers and back while we all gawked from the front steps. Then we saw Em have to lick one of her nipples. We also saw Lily attempt to lick one of her nipples but despite her long tongue she did not have enough breast to make it work. However it was somehow sexier than Em doing a full suckle on her ample boob!

As a small diversion from the story, I wondered if I still had enough boob to get a lick and I had to try on my own. Three years ago when some of you may have seen a pic or two of me I had a sizeable set. But that was when I first moved out. Since I have been away from my mother's cooking and other lifestyle changes I am a lot thinner which I think looks good, but it also reduced the my upstairs bits. But don't worry after some testing I can confirm that I still have enough to get a lick.

OK back to the story. The challenges were not always for just one person either. If 5 people were in a round there was a chance that two or more could be all in. When they lost we generally found a paired challenge. The first was a piggyback run to the shower. James carried Chloe there and Chloe carried him back! Choe is the classic blonde beauty that often wears a braid, in in this case that is all she wore! I don't think I mentioned James before. Picture the cowboy and add an Australian accent and now you have James. When I saw that I got a little nervous. The shower room was quite a distance from us and I just could not imagine wrapping my naked legs around a man's bare back. Only to have him stick his floppy man parts to my back on the return trip. To cope I held on to the illusion that I
Would just keep winning. The last rule that was added was made just for me. On one of the days I got down to one item of clothes. I was wearing a chitenge for a skirt that day and when naturally I chose to remove my knickers before the skirt because that just made sense to me. I also decided to tie it into a dress before removing my bra which left me clinging to one article of clothing yet still quite comfortably covered. The new rule became outer layers first.

This ended up longer than expected so I'll stop here. I'll try to get to my next post right away where I describe where my luck ended. I know for many of you this will be the <good part> ;)

It finally happened (yes, read this one)
 

OK this is where the game gets sexy. If you are willing to read without understanding the game, how it came to be, or the people involved, then the looooong section above need not be read. My apologies if it was too long, I wrote it offline and without time pressure I got a little wordy. This part is also long, but it is good stuff ;)

I had wagered my last piece of clothing many times but only in situations where I was quite sure I would win the hand and up till this point I never had to show. Now I was down to my bra which was exposed for all the world to see, kickers, and a long skirt. I had to be careful how I sat in this bra because it was one of my older ones and I lost quite a bit of weight in the years of living on my own which, sorry guys, led to smaller boobs. Now if I slouched the cups would fall away from my body slightly and if I looked down I could see nipple through the gap. The fact that my thoughts went in this direction show that I didn't take the possibility of being naked very seriously for soon I'd have to worry about far more than a peeked nipple. When the play came to me, it was a choice between passing or betting four. It would be my first time betting beyond my available clothes so I would either win, or get completely naked AND face a challenge! Four was about as big as the wager gets, other than this time I don't recall ever seeing another bet higher than four. Besides it would force my beautiful blonde Chloe out of the game with a challenge and that's always worth a look. But my jaw dropped when I saw the bet go from five to six! The five was actually a bad bet serving only to force me into a challenge because there were no actual buttons on the table from me or Chloe so there was little to gain. Bit the real mistake was that it opened up the bet to the next player who was king (top spot) with many buttons. He easily afforded 6 to knock us all out and there we had it, my first stripping in front of the guys and our first three way challenge. It was Liam, Chloe, and me. Which was awkward because Chloe and Liam were kind of together. We tried to pull info out of them but they continued to deny it even under sacred cover of the truth game ;) At the same time I think he liked me a bit too. Hence his dumb bet that had us both end up in a challenge... Or perhaps it was smart after all?

One advantage of going out with three at once was that it was a group strip and the spectators would have more places to look than just at me. However Liam and Chloe had both been naked sevaral times. We had seen Liam because he does not care and Chloe because, well she is just not great at the game. Since this was my first I really felt like all eyes were on me anyway. Even Liam who whipped of his last remaining item before I even got to my bra was instantly a spectator as well. I went bra first then did a poor attempt to cover with my left arm and used the right to untie my skirt. The knot was too tight to tackle one handed and I had just decided drop my guard and use two hands when popular opinion dictated that I was taking too long. Chloe now naked besides me decided to help with the knot but Liam didn't give her much time when he thought he assist in his own way by simply yanking the skirt down. I mentioned before how chitenges are made of tough material and this one was no exception, it was not coming past my hips without being untied and his pulling was just making the knot tighter. This is far from the dignified strip I saw Lily do and I wanted to regain control so I dropped to the ground to stop the pulling and regroup. I had still fully intended to strip on my own but they thought I was trying to get away. By this time Liam realized that the skirt would not pull down so he decided to try to pull it up over my head. By the time he was done the bottom hem was up over my head but the waisline had hardly moved and was now stuck on my ribs on the way up instead of being stuck on my hips on the way down. It was far more awkward than the latter because I was now blinded and my arms were pinned straight up over my head! From here it went from bad to worse because I felt hands grabbing for my knickers. With my arms locked in the air there was nothing I could do but flair my legs which were soon restrained and I helplessly felt my knickers slide off. I tried to make my voice sound serious but it came out with a laugh. Not the giggly kind of laugh, but the kind you get when you are over-tickled. The torment finally stopped when I decided to quit struggling. With my arms pinned the way they were I was not sure I could stand or even sit so I just laid there mostly naked as the laughter died down. Then I heard Karen with some compassion but still giggling ask if I was OK. I promised to undress if they would please pull my skirt back down. The feeling was a mix of fun and terror and thankfully the fun side of my voice must have came though because they all laughed and helped me with the skirt. When I could finally see again it was a relief to remember that two others were naked with me and most people were not fully dressed. I finally got the knot undone then went to play out my strip elegantly as I'd seen Lily do. I spun, bowed and went to collect my clothes.

<Not so fast> James chimed in. <You still have a challenge!> My argument that I had suffered enough fell on deaf ears.

I'll get to the rest later. It is already dark and I want to walk home before it gets too late. If I get a dry day I will come back soon because I found a nice spot to sit outside of the hotel wall that is comfortable and still gets the wifi. If it stays wet I'll want to go inside and that means I'll be buying expensive food or drinks again so I can't do it all the time. However many have offered plenty of encouragement so I will be back.

I love your stories, Bupe :)

Thanks Sean!

The day the pump broke
 

I still have a couple more things to say about the showers.

There was always a plan to replace the manual pump and the leaky jojo tank but parts were slower to come than expected. One day we did our usual routine where the girls lit the fire and the men went up to pump. They would probably prefer that we keep our shower to five minutes, but they did not usually complain until much longer. At a certain point a couple guys would come down and call through the walls that they had taken their last pump shift and we would have to wrap it up before the other two quit. On this particular day I don't know how how much time we had taken but we were no where near done when all the excitement broke out. There was a bunch of unintelligible hollering and from the men as they were running towards us. The four of them all raced in and started stripping off! Through only partially coherent sentences I pieced together the important bits: <The pump broke!> <we've only got a few mins of water> <get out> <our turn> <who knows when it will be fixed?>

I was pretty much done and just rinsing. I don't remember what everyone was doing but I definitely remember lily with razor in hand and Em who was excessively soapy. The reaction was mixed between turn-and-hide and aggressively push them out. The aggression failed and the stronger men pushed their way in clearly determined to not miss out on a shower before the tank was done. I was one of the hiders and found a towel very quickly. Em truly was comically soapy and pleaded <I just need 30 seconds, give me some room and close your eyes!> They spaced out enough to squeeze her in, but with 5 people sharing a shower that was only good for three, the job could not be done very efficiently so she ended up sharing a shower for longer than intended. I was trying to grab my things and get out but I was having trouble focusing while I watched Em try to rush out of her situation amidst far more penis than I have ever had to confront.

I understood her priority to rinse before she could cover but Lily surprised with her obsessive need to finish shaving before she could cover. She did slip into the entry corridor to do this and at least had enough modesty to looked rushed and somewhat concerned about finishing before one of the men might exit. I was about to awkwardly squeeze past her to get out when she asked me to fill the jug with warm water for her. Long after there was not enough water in the jojo to run the shower the sink faucet will still dribble enough to wash your hands, but that also ran out from time to time which is why we kept a jug in there. While clutching my towel around me and holding my bundle of clothes I re-entered the chamber of embarrassment that I had almost escaped. Em was done and gathering her things and I was stepping toward four naked men with a jug I needed to fill from a painfully slow stream of shower water. I intended to keep my eyes averted but Liam drew attention to himself in a way that it was impossible not to gawk. <Someone didn't get a good enough look the first time.> He teased while gyrating his hips and posing with his hands on the back of his head. I didn't mean to, but I stared right at it. I was mad at myself for not being able to calmly look him in the eye while I went about my task. <Just fill this please> I demanded while thrusting the jug in his direction but he made me do it anyway. Thoroughly enjoying my shame they joked <hey can you pass me the soap> and laughed. I'm not sure how they turned the situation into one where they were the naked ones and I was the one embarrassed.

It seemed like I was filling for a while but I barely had any water when Lily peeked her head around the corner and asked when the water was coming. Unlike me who was facing completely away I could see her eyes assess each of the men. she looked them up and down with a pleasant smile of like she was admiring the daily sunset. <Just bring what you have, I'm sure it's enough>. When I came around the corner and she saw the pitiful amount. <Oh... Try to pour it into my hand> she cupped her hand below her soapy vagina. I dribbled some in and she splashed it up and we repeated this until she was satisfied. Obviously I've seem many women before but I've never had an excuse to stare like this. It is certainly something I will remember well. She took the jug and poured the last bit of water just below her belly button so it would rinse down then proceeded with a breif final inspection. She pulled her pussy in all sorts of directions. I'm sure my eyes went wide but she was too busy looking for stray hairs to notice. Since the guys were just a few meters away they knew exactly what was going on the whole time and made some predictably lewd offers to help that ended the moment. She walked back in to put a way her shower things. <Later boys> she sang and she walked back out. We walked back to our rooms in just our towels.

I almost got caught just now
 

So awesome today. I've been in the hotel many times now and I have not had many questions or hassel. This time the man at the gate asked for my room number. I told them that I was a translator, which is partially true, and that I was meeting a forign client who stays here which is not true at all. While I am still feeling shame from the lie the man walking in behind me strikes up a conversation based on my supposed career as a translator. It's a decent walk from the gate to the foyer so it is fortunate that I just spent ten days travelling with someone as their translator so I was able to be conversational. We parted ways when he went to the elevator and I went to the restaurant. I ordered a Fanta with the intention of sipping it very slowly while I got in my OCC fix.

I don't understand my naughty nature. When I first get on tell myself that I am obviously still a good and moral person because the hardcore stuff does not appeal to me in the least. I instead find cute and playful pictures. Maybe browse the ENF section and look for some nervous excitement. But then as my excitement grows I look for more. Soon that topless pic is not enough and I am looking for more exposure. Then somehow despite my belief that I am especially moral there I am looking at woman with a penis in each hand and semen on her face. Please God don't watch me during these times! Anyway, I now know that I cant just save the cute and flirty shots for home use and that once I am warm in my bed I will want more. So I have to anticipate what dirty stuff I will want for later. At the same time I don't want to look to close because I like to see it like it's the first time while I am building momentum. So anyway, I'm here saving all sorts of pictures and I've saved a lot that are good for the build up and now I'm starting to add the <concluding shots>. I'm looking at the real dirty stuff and I guess I lost track of my surroundings and I hear a voice. <Ah I was hoping that you would still be here> it was the man I walked in with an hour earlier. My head was in such a naughty space I felt like he could probably see it in my eyes and I drop my phone. Thank heaven it landed face down because the screen would surely have revealed something terrible. He bends to pick it up for me and I leap from my stool to beat him to it. I carefully click the power button before picking it up, but I still don't trust it and I keep the phone facedown and pressed against my leg until he goes.

Anyway I recovered and, long story short, I'm going to do some translation work for him! I told him what I was paid for my last job, which was very high, and he said it sounded reasonable.

So tell me. Does anyone else do the <progressive> surfing like I do, or do you get right into it? Are you even doing it to, ahem, reach a conclusion? Or sometimes do you just look for the sake of looking? Interested in your feedback.

Thank you
 

Please do keep writing and make it looooong. Words are the sexiest part of a woman (closely followed by her breasts :) ) and from they way you write and describe everything, I feel like I am there in the room with you.

I am excited to hear how the strip game developed.... what was the challenge?

I totally forgot that I didn't get to the challange on my previous post. OK, so there I was after the skirt incident and I am dreading the upcoming challenge. They were strugging to think of things that are could only be done with three people. This debate went on for an unreasonably long time. In previous challenges the task was known even before the strip so someone would strip off and immediately run to <wherever> or do <whatever> and get their clothes back on when they finished. I don't know how we ended up stripping before the challenge was even known but I had now been standing naked for so long that I suggested that they make the challenge to stand around naked for five minutes because in that case, I'm already done. I want to say that standing there was somehow sexy or empowering but it really wasn't, I was anxious for it to be over. Strange though, I think of it as quite sexy when I look back on it now. Technically we have no say in the what dares are chosen but we're all friends so they do accepts some cues from the <victims>. For instance they were trying to invent a way that shaving me was somehow reasonable and my obvious discomfort with the conversation made them move on. After giving an unofficial veto to that idea and not wanting to be a killjoy I somehow consented to something known as a <bum funnel>. For the life of me I can not imagine how this activity ever came into existence and I was further surprised to see that the majority of these people knew exactly what it was by name. Now many poeple reading here might well do a good old bum funneling as part of an average Sunday, but I'm going to assume that this must be new to at least some so I'll describe how it goes. Two bums get pressed together just enough to leave a small space thus creating the funnel. Then you would pour beer into the funnel and someone could drink it from below. Chloe and I formed the funnel and Liam would lie below us. I considered offering to be the one who would drink so I didn't have to be so completely exposed to Liam but I just could not get past the idea of drinking anything that took that particular route. Liam pretended to be grossed out as well but had a giddy grin on his face that told me that did not share my sqeemishness.

The worst part of it was getting into position. Chloe and I started out nearly standing with just a slight bend at the knees and touching our bums together. Liam positioned right where my old friend modesty was supposed to be. I might have enjoyed the feeling of being pressed against Chloe's soft bum but I could not stop thinking about the view Liam was getting. I kept my legs pressed together but I knew I was not hiding much. Someone with more experience with these things then announced that we needed to be lower because the beer gets everywhere. After each adjustment we were repeatedly told <lower!> until finally even the slim illusion of my dignity was gone. Not only was I so close to his face, but the act of lowering forced me to more of a spread leg squat for balance which I can only imagine led to the most graphic possible exposure. Then it started, they used two beers because they wanted to pour one down each of us. It started in the small curve of the back and ran icy cold into my bum crack, then spread everywhere. It went into every crevasse and fold and much even ran down my legs. Still enough ran through that Liam had to guzzle non-stop for several seconds. When it was all over I was staring down between my legs to see his beer matted hair and soaking wet face. He looked up and made eye contact which was somehow more piecing than when he was looking straight into my promised land. I immediately jumped up. <There! I'm done, it's over, I'm getting dressed!>

As it turned out I could not get dressed because I had only worn these clothes for a few hours since my shower and I was not about to sully them with my beer soaked body. I grabbed my clothes and held them in front of me as if it would erase everything I had just done then made ran to the lav. Chloe called out that she would join me and I should wait but nothing was going to stop me from getting out of there fast. We shared the jug of water and rinsed off pretty well before getting dressed. Never before or since has any seen as much of me as Liam did that day.

Have fun
 

This is a great story.
You have friends who are safe and fun. Hop that confidence will bring more fun for all.:)

Welcome back! I went back and read your new posts. I am very pleased that the job went well and you have found a workable solution to obtain internet access. I LOVE YOUR stories. They are brilliant narratives and serve to bring me right there with you. My favorite part is that you share the intimate details of your stories, including your thoughts and feelings about how these adventures affect you.

Many of us use browsing in a way similar to you, to <ahem> reach a desired conclusion. Masturbation is a natural expression of one's sexuality, although most don't discuss it openly. It is also a safer way to explore feelings and desires which may not be approved by the surrounding culture.

It sounds like you have found some friends and associates who offer you some safety while you further explore this new world. Enjoy your new experiences while bearing in mind that all true growth involves some risk.

Thanks for returning and please keep writing when you can. We will always be here to read.

Good luck and have fun.

...and now back to the stories... :D

[QUOTE=BootyBounceBupe;23
. Then we saw Em have to lick one of her nipples. We also saw Lily attempt to lick one of her nipples but despite her long tongue she did not have enough breast to make it work. However it was somehow sexier than Em doing a full suckle on her ample boob!

As a small diversion from the story, I wondered if I still had enough boob to get a lick and I had to try on my own. Three years ago when some of you may have seen a pic or two of me I had a sizeable set. But that was when I first moved out. Since I have been away from my mother's cooking and other lifestyle changes I am a lot thinner which I think looks good, but it also reduced the my upstairs bits. But don't worry after some testing I can confirm that I still have enough to get a lick.
;)[/QUOTE]


...one more thought... I sure would love it if you could include a photo or two (or ten!) showing your new, slimmer physique. You were beautiful BEFORE...I would enjoy seeing you now. I'm certain that there are other men and women here who would agree! ;)

Knowing they are being read is very exciting for me!

Based on my assumptions of the western world I thought there would be more openness on the topic.

This has been mentioned in present tense more than once. I am sad to say that this chapter is over for me. The sanctuary can't stay open in the wet season. My job there ended in October and all my Australian friends have returned home. Actually two are in America working for a sledding company. I'm not sure where but I know there is snow in the pictures I saw.

I think I know the pictures that you want to see but I there are not many in existence. There are a couple more from my events three years ago. But there are none of those types of my time with the elephants. Phones did not work out there so there was no reason to carry one or keep one charged. That made for very few photos. So unless you want to see regular fully clothed pictures, or pics of elephants, then I may have to disappoint you.

But there is still more to tell, so I will write more.

Thanks for the comments.

Some you are done working for now?
Are you going to work there again after the wet season?
You could take a picture now to share :)

Yes, I am back to my city life. I probably won't go back because it will be all new staff and I think I would be disappointed. When we left we all said we would get back together again but I think the idea is fading. The boss is still there and he did help to create the fun atmosphere by giving us drinks with good food on Sundays and a van and driver on Mondays, but I can't imagine things being like they were with a new group. I have been back once for a visit. The elephant mothers are paid year round so I saw them, but our staff area was so empty and sad. It is still a possibility because I can collect a lot of money. The pay is not great, but you don't have to spend anything so it works well for me.

I don't think I can do the type of picture that you want to see. Despite my adventures this year, I still can not summon the care free attitude of the women that I see in the photo section. If you want a normal picture I can do that if you like?

Picture
 

A normal picture of you would be lovely. Maybe one in your bra and shorts if you want to be both decent and daring. :)

I agree a normal picture is good

Well a normal picture will have to suffice. I chose this one because I am in the villages where it is perfectly acceptable to go without a certain garment that is usually worn in city areas. I still don't want to be associated with the things I have written here so I hope you understand my need to crop the face even on normal pictures.

What do you think?

Oh sorry, it is low resolution. Something must have happened when I cropped it. Now the small hint of sensuality that I thought I was showing can not be seen.

You mean your slightly hardened nipples? They are barley viewable if a person zooms in without clicking on the image.

First Thanks for posting the picture, You look really good.
I believe you are braless in the picture. Hard to tell because of the low res.