[Pedro the Fisherman]

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