Human Awareness Institute or HAI courses?

[Pedro the Fisherman]

Again, delighting over the food, we sat down near young Hannah, still in league with my roommate. Across the room, the witch was holding court’ with two Asian guys and Nick. Now he had been spurned by Hannah! “what was your cunning plan with the witch then?” I asked. “oh, that! I bottled it at first, but I supposed it's now back on track". “what do mean?” I asked “ I'm intrigued”. “last night we were in bed chatting for about an hour, discussing everything we knew about this course. She knew a lot more about it, than you told me" looking slightly cross at me. “we are not meant to tell people what is going to happy, so they approach it in their own way, in the moment".

She looked less cross and said “ her witchy friend told her everything and pretty much when it's going to happen. I knew the ‘disrobe’ thing was this morning and I tomorrow, things get very...how did she put it...’sexy'” “more sensual, is how I'd put it". “yeah, whatever” she said, putting down her knife and fork. “ I agreed that we'd do everything together, the witch and I, she would only do something she thought safe and I would follow. This morning we had agreed that if she stripped, I'd follow her example.

I failed, at least at first". “rubbish" I said, "you do things at your own pace, if you stay as you were this morning for the rest of the course, you won't be alone". “Even tomorrow?” she asked, I realised that the witch had probably given her the full story of what was coming. “even tomorrow” I promise. That seemed to lighten her mood and we finished eating in silence.

Once we had finished, the witch came over and whispered in M's ear. Again, she looked worried. “what was that about?” I asked. “she just whispered ‘full Monty’ after lunch to me. She's losing her ‘big pants' and she's expecting me to follow. “ bollocks, don't let her goad you!” I replied. Part of me did perk up, hmm, the witch is getting fully nude then.

M and I sat by our backrest and watched people come in the room. Old hands stripped off straight away, others remained clothed, awaiting the facilitators to instruct them in the next step. Melanie came in and went to her back rest. She started to strip to her panties. Then, with a quick glance behind, she whisked them off and hid them under her top. As she bent down to do this, a small white string became clearly visible below her lovely bottom. “brave girl" said M, who had obviously been looking too!

The witch then arrived, clutching her backrest and quickly dropped it next to us, although she had previously based herself across the room. As she pulled her top off (no bra, so each breast flopped out, as if happy to be released from their tight surroundings) “come on Mrs, let's be having you" as with one swoop, her shorts came down, the big black pants were nowhere to be seen! She stood there in front of us, rather lovely too. Her pubes were light brown and in a small neat triangle, presumably trimmed? Seeing me staring, she twirled round, with her back to me, she pushed out her (surprisingly small) bottom towards us. Spinning back, she then said “hope I'm not the only one to go sky clad this afternoon!” I stood up and started to strip, M joined me. I whipped off my under pants with my bottoms this time.
M stopped as she had been in the morning, in panties. “all for one?” said the witch. M sighed and replied “one for all" and stuck her two thumbs into her panties and slowly lowered them, stepping out carefully. “yay!” squeaked the witch...group hug guys! M had only just stood upright and still had her small panties in her hand. The witch again reached up and brought us together in one of her tight hugs. This caught M slightly off balance and she staggered into me at first, before stiffening and pulling back slightly. Not, however before my penis had been pushed quite hard (the force, not my penis) into her expansive blonde bush.

We parted and found ourselves not knowing quite what to do or say. “sorry about the err... unintended contact” I whispered to M back “don't go there!” she snapped back...which left me wondering exactly what she meant! This tricky moment was solved by the call to welcome the facilitators back into the room.

[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.

[Pedro the Fisherman]

The remaining hour or so was filled with discussion and the mill and hug session that you were allowed to look at people's bodies, without feeling a pervert...some hope, in my case. M was seemingly more at ease with this, she had shed her modesty bundle and excepted hugs from anyone who asked. I remember thinking that we might have got over the worst of her fears.

That evening after a very pleasant dinner, chatting to Orla and her husband, M and I adjourned for a coffee in the common room. Second night entertainment seemed more muted than last time, just a few younger members dancing to odd music. No nudity this time, or at least was aware of! The witch joined us for a while, but went up early as she had some ‘stuff’ to do in her room. M wondered if that stuff might be associated with her demo, that afternoon!

We all went up about 20 minutes later, I spent some time alone in my bed thinking of the day. Before long, I was aware of an erection that needed attention! Getting tissues out of my case, I ran through the events, as they had happened. Me sitting naked in front of a clothed M, the witches breasts, M and the witch fully nude, the group hug, my cock touching M's bush (and her realising it) and the witch on the point of public masturbation...ugh! I'd come and very messily too. The witch scene had done it, I must get her for a detailed look tomorrow in the ‘doctors and nurses’ exercise. I was just finishing mopping up below (I'd kept my underwear on, to avoid messing the sheets) when there was a knock on the door...shit, not now! “who is it?” I called “its me" came M's voice. Push it, I think it’s open.

The door opened and in came M, “sorry, you're already in bed" she said. “nothing much else to do" I replied, hoping the aroma of fresh semen was not escaping the thin bedcovers! “I need to talk to you” sitting on the bed opposite. “When I got back the witch was at some form of shrine, with candles and stuff. How she didn't set the smoke alarms off, I don't know" “ was she praying or casting a spell?” I joked. M didn't smile the latter I think, she folded some paper up and sealed it with candle wax".

“spooky, so she really is a witch" I chuckled. “that's not what I came to tell you" she looked troubled. “the witch finished by packing up her altar, then sat on the bed and gave me a blow by blow of what we will be doing tomorrow.
I have to ask you if it's true!

She said we all have to show each other our private parts in great detail and with a bloody torch, then everyone gives each other a bath then gets kissed from head to foot"

“agh” I said, “does sound a bit bad when you say it like that" I mumbled. “so it’s TRUE then?” her ‘troubled’ look now becoming ‘horrified’ by the second. “well sort of, some of it is true, but it's incredible when you do it" I replied, hoping to encourage her to grasp the challenge.


“ I don't think I could do the first bit with a stranger and I know I couldn't do it with you! I'd never be able to look you in the eye again, knowing you'd stared at my ‘bits and pieces’ down there". Seeing your 'thingy', not to mention having it pushed against my tummy was bad enough today".

I was tempted to say “it wasn't your tummy" but thought better of it. “you can opt out of anything, remember” I pleaded. “at least I know the witch wasn't winding me up to get her hands on you" she replied “ I felt her playing ‘footsie’ with you after her little show. I sighed “ she's just a flirt, get a good night's sleep and we will discuss this at breakfast. If you want to leave after then, I'm happy we bale out of the course. You're very brave to have joined in today, I don't want one more day here to ruin or friendship”.

She agreed and left, feeling very guilty (specially remaining in bed the whole time, when I should have been giving her a hug) I tried to sleep. I was still awake when my roommate returned at what seemed like 4 am!

As soon as I saw M at breakfast, I knew she had made up her mind. Now, dressed as when she arrived she came straight over and said “take me home please”. I got up and hugged her, she held me tight and pulling back could see she was crying. I found a helper and he said we should both see a facilitator first, this I felt odd, but said I pop back after I'd packed. Various people chatted to M, obviously concerned by her appearance.

About 20 minutes later we were ushered into the room of the old lady facilitator. I explained M's reluctance to go on, knowing what the day would include. To my surprise she started to have a go at me, for breaking confidentiality of HAI! M interrupted and said it was another woman who told her (avoiding giving a name) and she calmed down. “I think you both could learn so much today if you have the courage to stay" she said. M said if she could stay in her room, she was happy for me to continue. I then said “no, I'll drive us home, we can stop for a nice Sunday lunch on the way" M smiled and said “that sounds nice". The old lady told us that we missing something wonderful, but wished us a safe journey home.

As I waited for M to visit the ‘ladies room’ several people came up and gave me a hug, the word had spread that we were baling out.

I hoped to see the witch, but there was no sign of her in the hallway. When three people went into the room, I caught sight of my last look inside the ‘room of love’ and wondered what might have happened that day.

[Pedro the Fisherman]

We stopped after two thirds of the journey home at a nice looking pub. I looked at my watch and thought that they would have finished the ‘doctors and nurses’ exercise, wondering who got a detailed look at the witch's ‘ bits and pieces, down there’ as M had put it. At about now, they would be forming a foursome.

I was feeling melancholic over not being able to soap those large firm breasts and doing my quick ‘soapy hand reversal’ trick in the shower. I sighed and told myself I might have been with another partner, Hannah's little ‘teenage bod' popped into my imagination, so I concentrated on choosing from the menu!

M returned to the table, having (again!) visited the ladies room. “I have to give you this" she said handing a small square of paper. I was meant to do it when we got home, but I'm intrigued to know what it is...so open it now!”

The paper had been folded into a form of envelope, it was kept together by a blob of wax. “ the witch?” I said, my heart rate increased, for reasons I can't explain. “That's what she did last night..she found out we were leaving, when I went up to get my case, so asked if I could pass it to you, after we got home".

“oh shit, it's not a spell to turn me into a frog or something?” I only half joked. “perhaps” she grinned, now it's your turn to go outside your comfort zone!

I gulped and broke the seal. The paper opened out to reveal a set of numbers. “it's just a load of numbers" I said handing her the paper. “idiot!” she replied, “you haven't folded down the last bit!” She unfolded the paper again, read it and handed it back to me.

Under the numbers were four words ‘we need to talk' followed by a little cartoon smiley face, shaped like a heart. I suppose I looked confused, because M almost shouted “ that’s her bloody mobile phone number, you idiot! I told you she fancied you!”. “but I hate women with tattoos” I mumbled. “did you tell her that?” said M. “looks like you need to think long and hard about this".

I almost said, “ that is what I was doing, just before you visited last night" but that came to me much later!

[Pedro the Fisherman]

So that was HAI, the actual courses, anyway. Over the new next two years, I used the HAI stroking technique to bed two lovely ladies who I'd been dating. If you'd like to hear about those, I'd need a few posts here asking for them. With my one finger typing, it takes me a while to write all this stuff down.

M continued walking with me after her nude encounter, a few months later she met a guy 20 years her junior and moved her life forward! She no longer walks with the group.

The witch and her mystical numbers...well that's another story! Again I might write it! Here is a small photo of her, from around this time.

[tobenida]

My 2nd reply but felt I had to as wanted to say thanks for one of the best threads I've seen on here, even more so with one finger typing!!
I've done a small amount of investigating and plenty seem to have the opinion of a cult or whatever but that seems to be a generic naming to something these critics don't know anything about with the HAI keeping their cards close to their chest which with your descriptions is hardly surprising!! It appears through their website they aren't holding any in the UK at the moment, why who knows but it's been a thrilling ride and the witch appears alot different to what I was expecting in my mind, I was thinking black hair and sharp features lol but the pic shows her in a very attractive way.
Great stuff Pedro, if you're willing to type anymore I'm willing to read it for sure!

[eviltwin]

Originally Posted by Pedro the Fisherman

So that was HAI, the actual courses, anyway. Over the new next two years, I used the HAI stroking technique to bed two lovely ladies who I'd been dating. If you'd like to hear about those, I'd need a few posts here asking for them. With my one finger typing, it takes me a while to write all this stuff.

For what it’s worth, I’d love to read more, love your writing style and the stories!

[jimbojeta1]

Absolutely loving your posts pedro. Would love to hear more of them.

[tylergal]

Love your posts!!!
Please continue with all of these stories

[Pedro the Fisherman]

Thanks for your encouragement, I'll continue my story, but possibly not as prolifically as before!


That Sunday evening I held the note and my fingers were tempted to pick up my mobile. I knew that by now, she should be back home, about a 30 minute drive away. Whilst thinking of this my mind was taken over by what would have happened to the witch since this morning. Who did she pick (or who picked her?) for ‘doctors and nurses’ and which two guys got to soap her body in the shower. Within seconds, I'd released my straining cock from my jeans and as I mulled over the possibility of someone doing the same thing I'd done in my first HAI session, my hand got to work...I came forcefully. Shit, I could have done that, I bet she was the type to stand with her feet apart, inviting ‘no barriers' to be pushed to the limit.

I then felt a wave of depression, is the witch ‘my type'? M had pretty much told me so on the journey home, once I'd read the note. She reminded me of my well versed hate of tattoos. That much was true!

I'd got a scholarship into the Armed Forces, straight from high school and served as an officer for most of my 20s.Most of my contemporaries went to University (only about the top 12% went in those days, unlike today when most go) and now have good jobs. None of them or their wives have tattoos (that I'm aware of!), will they find a ‘tattooed witch’ a bit too odd, when we socialise? Maybe, just put the paper in the bin, plenty more fish in the sea (the dating site I was using at the time) and maybe after this weekend, M is more open to dating? Her embarrassed nudity had been quite a turn on to me.

I mulled things over for 24 hours, a potential date blew me out for midweek (had contact with someone better over the weekend, I suspected) so I had nothing on the horizon. If I'd seen the photo I posted on a dating website and had an approach, would I respond? Damn right I would! Whilst not stunning, she has a warm round face, big blue eyes and a very kissable mouth. I'd not see or know anything until we'd actually met, face to face.

Trembling, I dialled the number. After ringing for a short period it cut off. I tried again, with the same result. Was there a fault? Perhaps she had not activated the message function? Or, did she just not recognise the number, so cut me off intentionally. I waited until 9pm, and gave it another try.
After three rings, a click and before I said a word, the witch's voice said “Hello you, you took your time, but better marks for persistence!” I didn't have the presence of mind to ask her how she k we it was me, I heard myself apologising for waiting, explaining I didn't want to call her after a long day and a long drive. She giggled “you're not wrong about the busy day!” I felt a stirring in my underwear, but decided not to pursue that conversation.
She then asked if I had pen and paper handy, I didn't but told her to wait whilst I got some from the kitchen. With my half completed shopping list in my hand, the witch gave me a series of letters and a number. My brain looked at the ‘code’ trying to decipher it, when she announced “we need to talk, be there before 10pm, as I've got work tomorrow” and with that she hung up.

Then the penny dropped, it was a postcode and the number (I assume) her house number. I opened Google maps and popped in the postcode, this gave me a road and told me under current light traffic conditions it was 24 minutes away by car. The clock said it 9.21 PM, I had little time to think this over. Before I really knew what I was doing, I was out of the door and in my car...it was pouring with rain!

Getting to her road was easy, however seeing house numbers in the dark and finding a parking slot was difficult. I used my phone to get a closer look on Google. It appeared to be several apartments, set back from the road. With my phone torch, I scanned the buttons for her number, it was there, but not easy to read. In the slot for the name by the button was a small cartoon black cat. I pushed the button and without any conversation, the door buzzed and opened. On the first floor, I heard a door being opened. I went up, again my heart pounding and a heightened sense of excitement filling my head.

The witch was standing in her doorway “hallo you" she said and beamed a broad smile. I was taken by how small she was (4ft 11 inches) and now, wearing denim dungarees and a baggy shirt, she again looked so much younger than I knew she was. I suddenly realised I had brought nothing with me, no wine or flowers. As I reached the door, apologising madly, she raised her small index finger and gently placed it on my lips. I didn't ask for anything else, just you. Let's move inside, as we need to talk.

The apartment was full of stuff, clothes piled high, awaiting an iron, a loom with a half completed tapestry and the biggest black long haired cat I'd ever seen. “Oh, just push her off the seat, she's normally out hunting at this time, but I guess she's curious to see you". I sat to one side of the cat, who stared at me menacingly.

The witch started the conversation “have we got a mutual attraction thing going on here?” before I had time to answer her she added how rude of me, I didn't offer you a tea or coffee” “um a coffee would be nice" replying quickly to give me time. “ decaffeinated alright?” she said, already disappearing into the kitchen. The cat still staring got up and moved to the small armchair the witch had vacated.

After two minutes, the witch appeared with two mugs. On seeing the cat, she tutted and continued to where I was on the two seat sofa, also piled with books and paper. Putting down the cups, with a single sweep, the books were ejected onto the floor. She took there place, sitting sideways, her back to the arm, her knees drawn up under her chin...just how she had been before her demonstration of self pleasure the previous Saturday. I looked down, her small bare feet were touching the sleeve of my sweatshirt. She smiled again and said “ was that a fair statement, I'm not normally wrong?”

I realised she probably wasn't wrong, so replied “ you are a gorgeous, funny lady with a beguiling way of doing things, what on earth do you see in me?”. “oh, I see a lot in you ‘mister' from the second you put your head around the door of my room, to the things M told me about you, when we talked for hours about the shit men we'd both had in our lives” “ I'm not exactly George Clooney" I replied. “no, but you're a nice guy and they are few and far between in my book". After a moment she then added “Do you want to give it a try?” I hesitated for a few seconds until I felt her toes move again and then said “ seems like a good plan". “hmm, not the most romantic response I've had, but finish your coffee and push off now! I'm free every evening except Thursday this week and I like Italian food the best...text me with your plans tomorrow!” I had only sipped the coffee once, but put the mug down and picked up my jacket from the floor. She got up and led me to the door “until tomorrow then” she said as I squeezed past her in the open doorway. “until tomorrow” I replied, stooping down to give her a small peck on the cheek. She quickly went up on tiptoes and her lips were placed firmly on mine. After a few seconds she stepped back into her doorway “that'll do for tonight “ she whispered and the door closed with a loud click. I returned down the stairs and out into the rain, what the hell have I done!