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
