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Part 2 - Sunday - A walk in the country
by Carl Zak Brown (c) 2003

I woke up in the morning, feeling wonderfully rested. I dozed for a few more minutes, then opened my eyes to look around.

I was lying naked on a bed, with no covers to hide me from prying eyes. As I became more awake, I remembered what had happened yesterday.

I noticed that the T-shirt over the back of my chair was a different one from the one I had left there. Someone must have been in the room while I was asleep, but I hadn't heard anybody.

I glanced at the clock, and realised that I needed to get up, as we were due at breakfast by 9 o'clock. After I had showered, I put on my T-shirt.

It was much shorter than yesterday. When I looked in the mirror, I could easily see my pussy, and no matter how I pulled at the garment, I could not make myself decent.

Although we had eaten separately from the other hotel guests on Saturday night, our breakfast was going to be in the main dining area, with other guests from the hotel eating alongside us. I considered not going to breakfast at all, but I was too hungry.

I picked up my room key, and left for breakfast. In the corridor to the hotel elevator, I passed a middle-aged male guest who leered at me. 

I pressed the button to call the lift, hoping that I would be lucky and that I would be alone in the elevator. However, when the door opened, I was faced by a family of four, all of whose eyes immediately looked at my exposed pussy. I was particularly embarrassed because one of the two children was a boy about my own age. His sister was a few years younger, and on the way down she kept nudging her parents and pointing at me.

When the lift doors opened, I scurried as quickly as I could to the dining area. Breakfast was a self service meal, apart from drinks, so I collected my tray and selected the food I wanted to eat, then sat down at an empty table.

A waiter came across and accepted my order for a pot of tea. Fortunately, he could not really see my private parts while I was sitting at the table, but I guessed he had been watching me as I had collected my food, as he was blushing.

"May I join you?" a voice said. It was another girl from the Exhibitionist Summer School. She introduced herself as Laura, and told me that she was 13 (a year younger than me), but that she had been to the Summer School the year previously.

It did not seem to be so difficult to sit half-naked in the dining room when I was chatting to someone else in the same position. Laura told me that Sunday was usually the most boring day of the week on the course, she had heard that we would be going for a walk in the nearby countryside (just like last year she said).

After breakfast, we gathered near the front door of the hotel with the rest of the Summer School attendees. Jane was wearing a smart trouser suit, and George appeared to be wearing the same crumpled suit as the previous evening. Jane told us that we were going for a walk in the country, then having lunch at a pub, before returning to the hotel, where the rest of the day was free. A girl called Barbara asked if it would be possible to go to church, and Jane said that there was an evening service at a nearby Anglican church.

I noticed that three or four of the girls were just wearing a halter top, and that two of them were very uncomfortable about it, using their hands to try to cover their pussies. Jane noticed too, and said "I can see you are very uncomfortable, but please stop hiding your pussies. Put your hands to your sides." They reluctantly did what they were told.

Other hotel guests had been passing by as we talked, and I noticed that most of the men and boys stopped for a moment to look at us. One or two of the older women stopped too, and I heard them talking to each other about how disgracefully we were dressed. Perversely, this made me more determined than before to participate fully in the activity. I stopped trying to hide my pussy, and let the edge of my T-shirt ride up a little on my body.

Jane and George led us out of the hotel and across a road to a field, where we could see a path snaking into the distance. We followed the path, and our journey was uneventful, except when we reached a stile at the same time as two young men walking in the opposite direction. The stile could only be crossed by one person at a time, so we offered to let the men go first as there were so many of us, but they insisted on letting us go first. I realised why when it was my turn to use the stile, as I climbed over, the men got a great view of my pussy. Instead of being embarrassed, it gave me a warm feeling inside my vagina.

After we had walked for about an hour, we arrived at the pub where we were to eat our lunch. We sat down at a long trestle table. Laura sat next to me, and after we had studied the menu and ordered our lunch we talked about our families and schools.

When the waiter came to us with our food, I noticed that Laura pulled up her T-shirt slightly, revealing her pussy, and she leant back slightly, giving the waiter a good view. She asked for some ketchup.

"What did you do that for?" I asked. "You deliberately exposed yourself to the waiter!"

She giggled and replied, "I know, I like teasing men, don't you?"

I admitted that I did not really have much experience. At school, I tended to concentrate on my work, and my activities outside of school did not bring me into contact with boys.

She asked "Would you like me to teach you how to tease boys? If you don't like it, you don't have to do it once you get home."

"Maybe" I said.

Later she asked me if I was in a room on my own at the hotel. I told her I was, and said that I assumed all of the girls on the course were.

"Most are" she agreed, "but if you want to share they won't mind. Would you like to share with me for the rest of the week?"

I said that I would, but I wasn't sure if it was allowed. Laura said that we should ask Jane later and I agreed.

After our lunch we returned by the same path to the hotel. I was busy chatting to Laura, and almost forgot that my pussy was exposed.

We arrived back at the hotel and Jane told us we had the rest of the afternoon and evening free, and asked if anyone besides Barbara wanted to go to church that evening. Surprisingly, we all agreed to go although most of us were not Christians, I think we all still felt strange about being half naked away from home, and felt more comfortable in a group.

Laura asked Jane if she could move into my room for the rest of the week. Jane agreed, so I went with Laura to collect her luggage from her room.

Once we were in my room, I told Laura I was tired, and asked if she minded us sleeping for an hour. She agreed, so we laid down on the bed. At first I found it difficult to get to sleep, with a comparative stranger next to me, but my tiredness overcame me and I went to sleep.

When we woke, we took it in turns to have a shower, then we went to the hotel dining room for our evening meal. Because I was chatting to Laura, I almost forgot that we were both exposing our pussies, until I noticed an old man ogling us. I pointed him out to Laura, but she just laughed.

After the meal, we walked to the church together. All of the girls from the Summer School sat together at the back.

Jane must have telephoned the Vicar to tell him we were coming, as he announced that we were there, and asked his congregation to make us feel welcome. It turned out that we had come to a communion service, and he explained in tedious detail who could, and who could not, take communion. I decided I couldn't, I was not a Christian and was not a member of any church.

The church service was uneventful (and boring) until we came to a part of the service called "the Peace". At this point in the service, everyone at the front of the church stood up and started shaking hands with each other. Several of the people then came to us at the back and started shaking hands with us as well. I was OK about this until someone reached out and touched my pussy. I quickly sat down and pretended to be praying.

When the bread and the wine was distributed, the people taking it had to go up and kneel at a rail. This was at the top of five steps, and I suddenly realised that the girls from our group who were taking communion would be exposing their bottoms to the whole congregation. I was glad I wasn't one of them.

However, Laura had other ideas. When Barbara and a couple of other girls got up to go to the front of the church, she said "Come on, let's go!" and grabbing me by the elbow she took me to the front of the church.

By the time Laura and I reached the front, Barbara was already kneeling down at the communion rail. Her bottom and her pussy were exposed for all to see.

Laura and I walked up the steps and knelt down. I was busy trying to pull the bottom of my T-shirt down to hide as much as possible, but I noticed that Laura was again pulling her T-shirt up, exposing more of her flesh.

As I walked back to my seat, I was walking behind Laura. I noticed that she was swaying from side to side, making sure that everyone in the congregation got a good view of her pussy. Meanwhile, I was still trying to hold my T-shirt down to cover as much as possible.

Once we had returned to our room, we laid down on the bed together and switched the TV on. As I flicked through the TV channels, Laura asked me "What do you usually do when you get to bed?"

I replied "Go to sleep!"

"Don't you do anything else first?" she said.

It took a moment to dawn on me what she meant. I blushed, and said "There is, but I don't do it when I'm having a sleepover".

She reached over and gently stroked my pussy. She said "In that case, I'll do it for you tonight. Maybe you will show me what you do to yourself later in the week?"

I nodded. I knew I should try to stop her but I felt very horny. And her hand felt so lovely on my pussy. I opened my legs wider, to give her easier access.

She stroked gently for awhile avoiding touching my clit. As my arousal grew, I started to moan "please... please ...".

"What do you want?" she teased. "Tell me!"

I grabbed her hand and put it on my clitoris. "Touch me there!" I pleaded. "I want to come!"

Maddeningly, she took her hand away from my clit. "If I do that for you, will you do the same for me?" she asked.

"I'll do anything!" I said. "Just make me come!"

"Will you lick me?" she asked. I ignored the question and went back to saying "please ... please ...".

She took her hand off my pussy and I nearly cried but she was just adjusting her position so that my pussy was near her mouth, and her pussy was close to my mouth. "Just do everything I do" she said.

Her tongue snaked into my pussy, and after a moment I did the same to her. Soon her tongue found my clit and I was in heaven. She licked round and over my clit and I tried to do the same to her but very quickly I reached the climax I had been waiting for and lost all control of my body as I thrashed about under her tongue. Somehow during my climax she managed to keep her tongue in contact with my clitoris and my orgasm continued to build and build to levels I did not believe were possible.

At last, when I felt that I could not bear any more pleasure, she stopped licking me. With our faces still in each others pussies, we held each other for a few minutes while I came down from my awesome climax. At last she asked me "Was that good?" When I said "Yes", she said "Do you think you can do the same for me?"

"No" I said "but I am going to try as hard as I can!"

I had never licked a girl before, but despite my inexperience I managed to make Laura come. Afterwards, we adjusted our positions on the bed and slept in each others arms.


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