[Pedro the Fisherman]

For the next hour or so, M remained fully nude and seemed to be getting a little bit more relaxed. However she never let go of her top and bottom, always putting them down between her legs and sitting cross legged for a series of people standing with a microphone to announce how the course was working (or not working) for them. The older lady facilitator took ages to give her whole life story. Finally, we were told to find a partner (one that we would not normally work with) for the next 'one to one' exercise.

I looked at M, we couldn't choose each other, so who? I looked for the witch (I'd not worked with her, but could I dump M for this? The witch was nearby and I caught her eye, she immediately looked away and virtually leapt on an unsuspecting young guy who was trying to find a partner. Just as I was about to suggest giving this a miss, M was approached by the Irish couple. They had always been a couple at the weekend events (they had been married 20 years) so were finding this a challenge. M pointed to me and the female (Orla) came over and curtsied in front of me “would you care to bond with me kind sir?” she joked. “it would be my pleasure” I replied, happy to got something to work out.

M and Orla’s husband shuffled together about three feet away, M squashing her clothes down in front of her pussy! I locked legs with Orla and we shuffled forward. Orla had been a life model at art schools in Dublin for almost 30 years, since she left school, she told us at a mealtime. I wish I'd painted her then, because now (at about 50) she was gorgeous too. Long raven black hair at both ends and piercing pale blue eyes, like M and the witch, but made more stunning by the contrast with her skin.

We did the usual stroking stuff, both of us forgoing boundaries. Her skin was as smooth as silk and as flawless and white as a marble statue. I skirted around her black triangle below, as I thought I'd not risk things. When the tables were turned, Orla turned out to be a rather wild risk taker and I was more than a little shocked at her stroking style. It was more of a gentle massage, stroking with some pressure, then going over the same area so lightly, it made all the tiny hairs stand up on end. She was good! She was no ‘shrinking violet’s either! Her hands slid from my knees up to my inner thigh, stopping just short of my privates. She then did the same lightly, stopping at the same spot. With my eyes closed, I was ready for the hands to reciprocate my own stroking of her and start from tummy to chest. Oh not Orla. She started where she left off and her hands slid up and gently cupped my penis and testicles. She brought her hands very, very toward her, stroking my whole cock, before repeating the stroke with her very light touch. God, that was so sexy and although I'm sure things enlarged, I did manage to avoid a full on erection...just!

We both smiled broadly at each other and she whispered “my husband likes my technique, I hope you found it enjoyable?” I replied “ your husband is a very lucky man, Orla". We both looked over, M was just finishing her stroking of him. She had a look of total concentration on her face.

The facilitators told us to stand and place ourselves in the centre of the space for a mill and hug. M wiggled backwards, clutching her clothes to her body, tried to move her backrest and found she had a problem, moving with both. Orla got up (she didn't use a backrest) and went over to assist her husband. As he got up, it became clear to everyone nearby that he was sporting a massive erection! Orla handed him the backrest, he quickly covered himself and shuffled towards the edge of the room. I looked at M, she was slowly turning a bright pink but I was unable to say anything, as people had started moving. She had managed to push her backrest out of the way but soon found her small parcel of clothing she was hiding behind a problem.

Orla reached out and they hugged (I think words of some sorts were exchanged, but I'd have to wait to find out what) M now holding her clothes behind Orla's back. She dropped part of her bundle and when the hug had finished, she scurried to the place she'd left her backrest. I expected her to sit down, so rather than seek a hug myself from the group, I stood and watched her. To my surprise, she carefully placed her clothes underneath the backrest and returned to the group. I quickly moved to intercept her, “need a hug, lovely lady?” I asked. “I need a bloody double brandy, but I suppose a hug will do for now!”. We hugged in the official HAI way, her squashy bare breasts flat against my chest, I ensured my penis was a safe distance from her bush and said “do you want a break?” “no, I'll stick with it for now, but I'm on the very edge of my comfort zone. I'll tell you what happened later". With that we broke off, Nick was hovering and M accepted his invitation to hug, probably reassured by his boxer shorts! I got declined by Melanie (bugger) and was then hugged by our large Norfolk lady helper, who seemed to take pity on me, having witnessed by refusal.

The next phase (following the same format as last time) was a small group exercise. We collected our backrest and joined together for a discussion on masturbation...or great I thought M and the witch together and we have to tell everyone how we discovered masturbation! M sat down next to me, her bundle now back in place, the witch sat with our Nigerian and Norfolk lady started the ball rolling. She told us her story (too long to write here!) and then asked who wanted to go first. Going clockwise, M was first, but Norfolk lady went the other way this time and we then heard how our Nigerian friend learned how to wank. I could see M was listening intently, leaning forward when he lowered his voice occasionally. Her breasts actually touched her thighs when she did this, I hadn't really taken in how big her breasts were before. Then, it was the turn of the witch...and things went a bit pear shaped!

Sitting opposite me with her backrest in place, the with had her knees clasped together with her hands, her chin on her knees. When she spoke, she sat up and lowered her legs so the stretched out, her feet now brushing my own knees. She started her story...
“I was about 12 when I started to get these ‘bad boys'" she started. To illustrate what she was referring to, brought up her small hands and cupped a large breast in each, raising them up. “ I'd just lie in the bath gently caressing my nipples" it was then she put one hand up to mouth, popped in a finger and sucked it. She then brought it down and gently started encircling her left nipple. “ always this one first". I didn't want to look away, but I could make out the other four, almost hypnotised by what the witch was doing. After a few seconds, she “and doing this, led me quite quickly to this"... I felt her little bare foot brush against my knee...my eyes followed the wet finger as she slid it down her rounded tummy. It was then I realised why she brushed my knee with her foot...her legs were now about a foot apart. Now, up to now, I'd seen her neat triangle of mousy pubes, now I found myself staring at her slit. I used the word advisedly, she had a totally hidden vagina, just two chubby raised mounds, nothing else visible and no hair either. As the finger reached this incredibly neat little slit...a voice broke the magic! Ahh...can you stop there please, this is really Level 2 stuff, we are only meant to talk about masturbation, NOT demonstrate it to the group. My head spun, Level 2? Demonstrate your masturbation? Wow, that did ramp things up! The witch brought her knees quickly back together, her foot touched my knee and stayed there, she slowly wiggled her toes. “shame, I was enjoying that" she said under her breath.

I looked at her toes and then up at her, she was looking straight at me, her eyes seemed almost to be boring into me. I heard someone say something, but didn't hear what it was, I was so transfixed with the witches eyes. “would you go next Pedro?” said the voice, louder this time. “oh me, um...err can I pass please?” I heard my own voice say. “yes of course, you are always ‘at choice’ said the Norfolk lady. “what about you M?” she then said (oh shit, I've just dropped M straight in it!, I suddenly realised), there was a long pause, the M said “ I'd like to pass too". I put out my hand and gently squeezed her knee (possibly being a little forward, but I wasn't thinking) “sorry" I whispered. She didn't say anything but reached across and placed her hand on my knee too, (we were still sitting cross legged, our knees almost touching) as her fingers rested there, the witch wiggled her toes again and M sn*tched her hand away, with a start.