Prof. Archer's Class Trip

by Greg Ossog - https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/gossog/www/

This story is part of the Vaughn-Strickland series.

Helen Burke, an upcoming senior majoring in oceanography, was the last
of the small group to arrive at the dock. Vivian Shao and Lisa Walker
were there, along with an older woman Helen didn't recognize. The three
students had just completed Professor Archer's class in the spring
semester. All three had been confidentially tapped to join him on a
week-long study trip aboard a 70-foot yacht.

"Hi, sorry I'm late," Helen said, walking briskly and carrying a large
duffel bag. She was only a few minutes over, but still didn't like to
keep people waiting. Vivian ("Vee") and Lisa didn't seem upset at all,
and warmly greeted her. The older woman, Marla, introduced herself.

"Now that we're all here, let's go inside the dockhouse," Marla said.
She led them into an elegantly furnished waiting area, with doorways for
men and women. Inside the women's area were some benches and lockers,
and a common shower. "Dr. Archer would like to shove off in 15 minutes.
I'll load your bags onboard while you shower. I'll also have your
clothes laundered and waiting for you when you return. Meanwhile, towels
are on hooks over there, and you can wrap one around you when you're
ready to board."

Marla stepped out and the girls started undressing.

"Now that," said Lisa, "is the weirdest thing. I don't know what
Professor told you, but he told me that we would walk onto the boat in
only our towels, and then wear only swimsuits for the rest of the trip!
He told me not to pack any clothes!"

"He said the same thing to me." Helen pulled off her T-shirt. "His
explanation was that there are tight confines in the onboard lab, and he
didn't want loose clothing to snag on anything. And this taking a shower
thing is to minimize contamination on the boat."

"But he chose three girls. And we're all pretty good-looking. So what
he's set up for himself is seven days on a boat with hot coeds in
bikinis." Lisa had long, glossy dark-brown hair, and a beautiful figure
enhanced by breast implants she had done last summer. She was very smart
-- top grades in the class -- but she also knew how to take advantage of
her good looks. The downside was, it tended to color her assumptions of
other people's motivations.

"But still you agreed to come along," said Vivian, unhooking her own
bra.

"I didn't know it was just all girls and him! Did he tell any of you who
else was in the group?"

"No, it was secret," said Helen. "I don't know if he'll tell us his
reasons."

"I think I know why," said Vivian. "Lisa, you got the highest grade.
Helen, you got along well with everyone in the class, and have good
speaking skills. As for me, my grades were pretty good, and Professor
told me how much he likes the way I reason things out. So maybe that's
the team he wanted to put together."

Helen understood. "And it just happened to be three girls. Or maybe he
wanted all three of the same sex so students aren't hooking up during
the trip."

"Good point," said Vivian.

At this time, all three girls had stripped off, and walked into the
shower. Marla had already turned on the water to warm it up.

"I still say Archer didn't invite any guys because he doesn't want the
competition," Lisa said.

"I don't think that's a problem," said Helen. "Isn't he about 45? He was
like out of college before we were born. I think he knows the days of
dating college coeds are over. I mean, have you seen him even look at a
girl funny?"

"I have," Lisa said. "Right here." She pointed to her large breasts,
covered with sudsy water.

"They're hard to miss," Helen joked. "But wasn't that the point of
implants, to get noticed?"

"Yeah, but by the people I want," said Lisa, now smiling too. "I've got
my A. I don't need to impress Archer any more."

They continued showering in silence. It was a strange trip, all right.
They were mulling over various concerns and anticipations. Then they
dried off, wrapped up in oversize white bath towels, and walked outside
where Marla was waiting.

"Lisa, if you have a bad feeling about this, do you want to stay
behind?" Vivian asked.

"You're right... I mean, it's a week out on the ocean, away from
everything. But if I really felt something bad would happen, I wouldn't
be here," Lisa said. "Or maybe I don't want to feel like I missed out."

"This way, ladies," said Marla. The dry wood was warm on their bare
feet.

"It just smells a little fishy," Lisa whispered.

"That's probably the fish," Vivian smiled. There was a salty tang in the
air.

"Here we are," Marla said. Archer's boat had two levels, each with an
outside deck and indoor cabin. The bridge bristled with antennas. The
engine was idling.

Professor Archer climbed down from the bridge to greet them. "Thank you,
Marla."

Then, boisterously: "How are you today, ladies? Ready for the Secret
End-of-Year Boat Trip?"

"That's a really nice boat," said Lisa, impressed. The others agreed.

"Seventy feet," said Archer. "Plenty of room for a full galley, cabins,
two labs, and places to relax and get some sun." Taking a bare arm, he
helped each girl step gingerly up the ramp and onboard. "Why don't you
hang out on deck right now. I'll be right with you, after I undo the
lines and get us started."

Soon the boat was on its way out to sea. They actually wouldn't get very
far from shore, exploring the reef areas. The waters were expected to be
very calm.

"This is so cool!" said Lisa, watching the coastline.

"Make sure we don't lose our towels," said Vivian.

"Now," Archer said, clasping his hands. "First I need to take you on a
tour and show the safety features. Then I'll take you down to the cabin
and you can change."

"Do we really need to walk around in these towels?" Lisa said,
irritated.

"Only for five minutes. The safety briefing should be done as soon as
possible after you board. Afterwards, you'll have a free day, and the
only time I'll bother you is for lunch."

Lisa was still bothered by this. She wanted to get into her swimsuit as
soon as possible. The towel didn't seem like reliable clothing at all,
and she found herself continually checking the knot to make sure it
wasn't unraveling. All in all, she wished she had some real clothes. The
professor's reasoning for bikinis didn't sound all that convincing.

Archer showed them around the boat and then took them downstairs. "Your
swimsuits should be in one of the duffel bags. After you change out, you
can read some journals, get familiar with the equipment, or simply relax
with a book. Our work doesn't start until two days from now."

He returned to the bridge, to look at some charts and plan their course.
There wasn't actually that much to do. But he loved just being in the
open air, with the smell of the sea. He popped open a beer and kept
watch on the water ahead.

A few minutes later, Lisa stomped in. She was still in her towel, and
she was angry. "We've got a big problem."

She led him downstairs, to where Helen and Vivian were still in their
towels too. Helen's was loose, and she was holding it over her breasts.

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"Helen," Lisa sneered, "forgot our swimsuits. She only brought one for
herself."

"He said to me that we would all bring our own!" Helen said. Lisa
started to respond to this, but Archer cut her off.

"Wait, wait. So there's only one bikini here, the one Helen brought?"

"That's it," Lisa said. "Now, what do we do?"

"Helen," said Archer, "you were supposed to bring three. I distinctly
remember telling you that."

"I thought you said one!" Helen said, anguished.

"This is bullshit, we have to turn back," said Lisa.

"We're not going to do that," said Archer.

"We'll just wear our towels, then."

"That won't work either. I need to wash these towels during the day, and
let them air dry. And you can't wear them in the lab anyway."

"What, are we going to walk around naked?"

"With only one bikini, someone will have to." Lisa started to protest
again, but Archer shushed her and turned to Vivian. "Vee, you haven't
said anything. What are your thoughts about what happened?"

"You also told me that Helen would bring the swimsuits," Vivian said.
"Each of us had to get different supplies for the whole group. So it
makes sense that you would have had her bring three."

"Vivian!" Helen cried, feeling betrayed.

"So what should be done?" Archer said.

Vivian thought this over. "There's still one bikini. We should share it
the best we can. Since there are only two parts, Lisa and I each get
half, and Helen goes without."

"I call bottoms," Lisa said.

"I think Vivian should choose, since she came up with the idea," Archer
said. "Vivian?"

"I'd like the bottoms," she said quietly. "I'm not used to even wearing
a bikini."

"This is not fair!" Lisa cried. "I'm not going to walk around bare-assed
with a man here!"

"Lisa," Archer said patiently, "everyone's having to sacrifice here.
None of you are completely covered. Vivian will be topless. And Helen
will be completely naked. You'll need to get used to it."

"I'm not doing it!" Lisa said.

"Lisa," Helen said, "you're not helping. It was my fault; if anything,
you should be angry only at me. But I really think that, out here in the
middle of nowhere, it's not really a big deal."

Archer continued. "Now I have some work to do in the lab, so I'll be out
of your sight until at least lunchtime. The boat's big enough so you can
find a little privacy. So I'll leave the room, and I'll return in five
minutes to pick up the towels. By then, you should be back above deck."
Archer walked into the galley to wait. To their credit, the girls argued
no further; perhaps they had already accepted their situation. When he
heard the last girl walk upstairs, he fetched the towels.

He had a few chores to do around the boat, so he got several
surreptitious looks at his students during the morning. They seemed to
be ignoring him, as if by their not seeing him, he couldn't see them.

Lisa was laying out on a blanket, reading a paperback, with a grim
expression. She was prone, and Helen's small black bikini strained to
cover Lisa's larger breasts. Most of the sides were visible as they
bulged slightly. Lisa's beautiful legs and ass were bare, and he spent
almost a full minute admiring them. Then, even better, she turned over,
put the book aside, and took a nap. Her legs were slightly spread,
revealing neatly trimmed pubic hair and her labia. A lesser man would
read that as an invitation.

Vivian was on a deck chair facing away from the sun, reading a journal.
She had shoulder-length dark hair and breasts on the small side, light
coffee-colored asian skin, with dark brown nipples and small areolae. He
knew she was a fastidious girl, and it seemed to show in how clean and
flawless her body looked.

On the lower deck was a library with textbooks and journals. Helen
wanted to get a head start and was studying there. When Archer walked
in, he supressed a grin at the sight of her seated naked on a stool,
covering her breasts with one arm while turning pages and making notes
with the other. Her skin was fair and lightly freckled, her hair
brownish-red. He fought a sudden urge to kiss her on the back of the
neck. "Helen, I hope you understand that our decision was as fair as
possible."

She put one hand between her legs to hide her pubic hair as she turned
slightly to face him. "It stinks, though. I just messed up one thing and
I'm going to be punished all week." She saw Archer's head turn as Lisa
walked by, probably to get a drink or go to the bathroom. There was a
glimpse of pubic hair, then bare bottom as she passed. "The one who
really benefits is you."

"Well, think of this," Archer said. "No one else is around. There's no
good reason for me to try anything unprofessional with you girls. And
afterward, no one will ever know. As we get wrapped up in our work, I
think it won't matter very much what we happen to be wearing."

"Maybe you're right," Helen said. "Are you going to work down here?"

"Catch up on some journals."

She smiled gamely and patted the stool next to her. "This seat's open."

They worked side by side for a while, mostly in silence. Gradually Helen
became more comfortable with the situation and no longer bothered to
cover her breasts as she read. Archer snuck a peek every now and then.
She was small, A cup, maybe B, with pert pink nipples, a great
complement to her creamy skin. When he stood up to fetch another journal
on a high shelf, he glanced between her legs. Her pubic hair seemed a
straight brown, not much hint of the red in her head of hair. Maybe
because it was partially in shadow.

She dropped a pencil and hopped off the stool, bending over to pick it
up, her bare bottom facing Archer. How tempting that was. She seemed
resigned to the situation and comfortable that he would not try
anything. That was for the best.

Eventually Helen was completely used to her nudity and the close
surroundings. When she needed to search some books directly above his
seat, she turned down his offer to get up and move. Instead she
straddled him, her bare legs on his, as he held her bare bottom to
support her. This placed her nipple right in front of his lips, brushing
them often as she shifted weight or had to reach. He was very tempted to
just open his mouth and start kissing her there, licking and sucking
that beautiful breast, but now was not the time.

His dick would also stir when she leaned over his shoulder from behind,
reading with him, as her breasts pressed into his back, and her soft
voice and breath caressed his neck and ears. The girl had a wholesome
clean smell that perhaps only a naked woman could have.

Then it was time for lunch, which he prepared, and the four of them ate
together. There was still some discomfort, which he tried to assuage by
conspicuously not looking at their bodies. Fortunately, all the
animosity from earlier appeared to be gone. The girls were doing a good
job of sharing the one skimpy bikini.

After lunch, Helen went upstairs to relax, and Archer didn't hear a peep
from them until Helen marched back down. He was pleased at first; he had
missed looking at her and being close to her. But she was perturbed
about something.

"I need your help," she said. "Lisa's not even using the top now, but
she won't share it with me."

He could have been irritated about being bothered for a situation the
girls should have been resolving among themselves. But he reasoned there
would probably be some entertainment in this newest tiff they had. He
followed her upstairs.

Lisa was lying on her back, propped up on her elbows, and entirely
naked. She held the top in one hand. Archer took a moment to relish the
sight. Helen was a very cute girl, nothing wrong with her, but Lisa
could have stepped out from a centerfold. Her breasts were magnificent.
Her expression, however, was not quite the blissful or teasing smile
photographers look for. Instead, she looked like she was ready to spring
up and start a fight.

"I sunbathe topless, not bottomless," Lisa said. "This top is of no use
to me. But why should Helen benefit; she's the one who screwed up in the
first place!"

"What do you think should be done?" Archer asked.

Lisa was never afraid of asking for what she wanted. "Give Vivian the
top and let me have the bottom."

"No," Vivian said, crossing her arms.

"Looks like we have another impasse," Archer said. "To be completely
fair, I'll take the top, and store it for the remainder of the trip."
This caught both Lisa and Helen by surprise, but they didn't say
anything.

A half hour later, Archer came back up to make sure the girls weren't
fighting again. Thankfully, none of them seemed to hold a grudge for
long. Lisa certainly seemed to have forgiven Helen. She lay on her back
as Helen rubbed sunscreen on her thighs and calves. They were silent but
enjoying each other's company. Vivian was off to the side reading.

As Archer watched, Helen began massaging Lisa's torso: an area Lisa
obviously could have reached on her own. Lisa began writhing a little
bit and stretching. Helen got up and repositioned herself straddling
Lisa's thighs; and then started caressing her breasts.

I like the way this is going, Archer thought.

Helen leaned down and kissed Lisa's nipples, and at that point Lisa
pushed her away. "Sorry!" cried Helen as she stepped up, but Lisa
stormed away and down into the cabins. Helen just looked helplessly in
her direction.

"I'll go down and talk with her," Archer said.

He found her seated at the small dining table, head in her hands. Her
long dark hair cascaded over her face and shoulders, hiding her
expression. He sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Lisa, what's wrong?"

She faced him and moved her hair out of the way. She looked very glum.
"Everything's wrong. This trip, my future, my friends; it seems like I
work hard, I get what I want, and then it turns to shit."

"Lisa, things haven't gone badly for you at all. Everyone goes through
tough times sometimes."

"No, they have gone badly. I get implants, and now all I do is attract
guys who are into fake tits. I let Helen fool around because it feels
really good, but then she goes too far. And worst of all, I get your
attention, I get my A, I go on the super-secret luxury trip, and now
look what happened. Running around naked on my professor's boat. Like
it's payback for using my good looks to get ahead." Her eyes were wet
and a little red.

"Lisa, stand up," he said, and helped her up. "You're selling yourself
short. You think I only invited you because of what's here" - he touched
her hip - "and here" - he gently touched the outside of her breast. "But
the real reason you're on the boat is because of what's up here." He
touched the side of her head, at the temple. "You're a smart woman, who
just happens to be good-looking. Don't get stuck thinking you're the
other way around."

She smiled. "You're a smooth talker, prof."

"You're a sexy student," he joked. "But seriously. Stick up for
yourself. When you get to be an old fart like me, and you're all
wrinkled like me, you'll still have that beautiful brain of yours."

She hugged him and lingered, giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'm not
kidding now. Thank you. You're very sweet."

Very sweet, Archer thought wryly. That's what happens when you're twice
as old as the woman complimenting you. Even if she's naked and has her
arms around you. Yet even hugging this gorgeous girl was quite a treat.
He'd savor it while he could.

Unfortunately, the savoring was getting his dick hard, and his swim
trunks could do little to restrain the tent pole forming inside. It
pressed against her abdomen, and he shifted backward, apologizing.
"There are certain, uh, body parts that overlook the, um, subtleties of
a situation -"

She smiled. "Come back here." She pushed down his trunks enough to free
his member, and took it in her hand. "Do you want to show me the
captain's quarters?"

"Hell yes!" He dropped his trunks where he stood and led her inside.

Archer had not shared a bed with a woman in over a year. He had not done
so with someone as hot as Lisa ever. She was just sublime. He loved
running his fingers through her silky hair; kissing her moist lips;
nuzzling all around her ample breasts; and exploring between her legs
with a wet finger. Only after they had finished, and lay side by side,
did he dare ask the question.

"Why the sudden turnaround? Not that I mind at all, of course."

She gazed at him languidly. "I finally figured out that if I kept
fighting, kept complaining, I'd never enjoy this trip. There are still
choices I can make. Sometimes it just feels good to do something because
I decided to."

This wasn't the most flattering remark Archer could hope to hear. So he
was just something she needed to prove to herself? "So shall I leave you
alone from now on?"

"Not at all," she said. "Tell you what. If you're in the mood, you come
get me. I'll probably be in the mood too. Or you can just start
something wherever I happen to be at the time."

He kissed her. "That's a deal."

Lisa showered and went back upstairs. Both the others had figured out
what was going on but were still incredulous.

"You really slept with him?" Helen said.

"We didn't sleep," Lisa joked.

"I worked with him for a couple of hours in the library and he didn't
touch me once," Helen said. "But now he's probably thinking of sex with
us all."

"Like he wasn't already?"

"Well, I think you broke the seal."

Vivian spoke up. "Maybe it's more like 'taking one for the team.' Lisa
slept with the professor so we won't have to."

"See, even Vivian agrees with me," said Lisa. "Now I know I'm right."

Vivian stood up. "I'm going to head downstairs."

"Not right now," said Lisa, laughing. "He's an old man. He needs some
recovery time."

Vivian grimaced. "Not about that. I'm getting some NOAA journals."

She met Archer in the library. Fortunately, he was back in his trunks.
"Hello, Vivian."

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Of course." He pulled out a seat for her.

She collected her thoughts for a moment. "I think you really took
advantage of Lisa. And I want to know that you won't do that with us."

Archer spoke carefully. "I'm not being flippant here, but the truth is
it was Lisa's idea. And she is an adult."

"I don't agree. Helen had been massaging her and almost doing foreplay
when she pushed her away and ran downstairs. And not only that, having
to be naked probably also kept Lisa aroused. So you followed her down,
she was already feeling excited... and you were in the right place at
the right time."

"Wait a minute. You're saying that simply being naked was making Lisa
aroused?"

"Well, sure," she said, feeling a little defensive.

"There's a whole naturist movement that says nakedness is not
automatically tied to sex. People walk around nude all day and there's
no sexual overtones at all."

"No, it does!" she insisted. "The whole time I've felt that way. Even
like this," she said, waving a hand over her bare breasts.

"I see," he said. This wasn't entirely about Lisa at all. "I'm sorry
that you're put in this situation. Even just topless, you have feelings
you have to keep fighting off?"

"All the time," she said. "In a way, I think I'm lucky I still have the
bikini bottom. Without that, I don't know what inhibitions I would still
have."

"You've never been naked before? Except for showers and so on?"

"Once. At a wedding reception. I had a hot black dress with only black
panties underneath. The guy I was with convinced me to let him unzip it,
little by little. Then it was off, and I was only in the panties, and
his hands were everywhere. It wasn't long before I stripped off the
panties myself. It just ended really badly."

"Did you have anything to drink?" Helen had been standing behind for a
minute or so, listening.

Vivian turned. "Some champagne; not much at all. I don't think that had
anything to do with it."

"Cause I've been naked the whole time, and it's been OK."

"You haven't felt sexy at all?"

"Well, yeah, a little bit. But still, I can be around the professor,
even though I'm naked, even though I know he's getting a good look...
it's not a big problem."

"I guess it's different for different people," Vivian said.

"You could find out," Helen said. "Science is what this trip is all
about. Why guess when you could know for sure?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stand up," Helen said. "Now face Dr. Archer."

Vivian had a questioning look for him, but he didn't know exactly what
Helen had planned. He did have an inkling, though.

"I'm going to take this off," Helen said, and peeled down Vivian's
bikini bottoms. Archer watched, enjoying the tint of her bare skin, and
the dark straight hair of her bush. Now none of his students were
wearing anything at all. Helen held her at the hips. "You feel OK so
far?"

"Not really," Vivian said.

"Just be brave," Helen said. "Dr. Archer, stand up right in front of
Vivian." He did so. "Now place a hand on her shoulder."

He felt a little silly doing this, but expected Helen would have a good
reason for this charade.

"Now Vivian," she said, "you're naked, and he's touching you. How does
that feel?"

"Erotic," Vivian said. She was shivering a little bit.

"Oh, he's not doing anything," Helen said. "He's just looking, that's
all. You ready for the next step?"

"No."

Helen then told Archer to touch Vivian's breasts. He held each one
gently, noticing the nipples harden. "Oh god," said Vivian.

"Just hold there for a little while," Helen said. "Oookay, now, touch
her between her legs."

He caressed her pubic hair for a moment, then reached a finger downward,
searching until he found her lips. He inserted just a fingertip inside
and Vivian shuddered.

"How is she down there?" Helen said.

"Really wet," Archer said. Vivian grabbed his arm with both hands,
forcing his hand away. It seemed to take a Herculean effort. She looked
at him with an expression of almost anguish.

Helen picked up the bikini bottom Vivian had been wearing. "I'll put
this away in a minute," she said. "The last thing, Vivian, is to just
hug him and give him a quick kiss on the lips. If you can do all that,
and nothing happens, then you'll have no problem at all being naked."

Vivian seemed to be treating this like the incline of the world's
scariest roller coaster. She hesitantly put her arms around him, faced
up, and touched her lips to his.

"See, there's nothing to be afraid of," he was about to say, when she
embraced him hard and forced her tongue in his mouth. Helen gave an
apologetic "bye" and slipped out as Vivian ground her body against his.
She didn't say a word as he took her to his bed. It wasn't until after
they made love twice that she spoke.

"Helen was wrong," she said. "but in a way she was right. It's good."

"Do you want that bikini bottom back?"

"Not now."

"Do you feel taken advantage of?" He idly caressed her inner thigh as
they lay together.

"I think I've figured out what's really going on." She peered at the
clock on the bureau. "Isn't it about time for dinner? I'm starving."

He sat up. "I'd better get to work."

Dinner was a lot more relaxed than lunch was. All three girls were
comfortable being naked around each other and Archer. He was pleased
that there would probably be no more disputes.

After dinner, Vivian and Lisa watched the sunset while Helen followed
Archer downstairs. In the galley, he pulled out a chair and she sat on
his lap, facing him. "Vivian didn't last, did she?"

Archer shook his head.

"Well, how did you like my plan?"

"Genius," Archer says. "Forgetting their bikinis, then putting on your
act... that was great."

She kissed him passionately. They had been having an affair all
semester, ever since she showed up in his office in a short skirt and
silky tee with no bra. Helen's body he still enjoyed most of all.

"It was hard waiting for you," she said, "but I wanted to hand them over
first." She stood up and stripped off his trunks. After a few strokes
she had made him hard enough so she could sit down and guide him inside.
"Five more days of this... do you think you'll make it?"

"If I have to perish, this is exactly the way I'd want to go," he said.
As they made love, he decided that Helen would be on all his
end-of-semester trips from now on.



  
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