Naked Weekend

This is the fourth story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. I recommend reading them in order.

Chronologically, most of this series comes before "Adam in Asia", but it doesn't matter which one you read first.

All participants are 18 or over.

Prologue

My name is Adam. I am 19 years old, and I live in London with my mother.

Meet the parent

I was driving my new car, a second-hand Mini, on the M25 motorway/carpark that encircles London. Traffic was heavy. I was not past Heathrow, and it had taken over an hour already. It was the longest I had ever driven before, and twice that still to come. Still, I was going to spend a week with Nathalie, a sexy French girl whom I had met a few months earlier.

We met on a film set in France. I was playing the part of a young Englishman out of his depth, and she was a production assistant whose main job was to make sure that I was in the right place at the right time. We had a similar sense of humour and got on well from the start. Unsurprisingly, we ended up in bed together.

It was a relief to find that traffic was flowing smoothly on the M40 towards Oxford. As an inexperienced driver, I was focused on my own driving and the vehicles around me, but I was able to take in some of the surrounding countryside. I left the motorway near Banbury, which is where things got tricky. Being alone in the car meant I had to navigate myself. I stopped frequently to check the map and Nat's notes. At last, I found myself driving into the pretty little village of Compton Dennis, then making the final turn onto Manor Lane.

I knew that Nathalie's mum ran some sort of training centre, but I did not know what to expect. What I found was an old stone manor house, a wood-clad barn, and some other buildings that looked more modern.

As I got my bag from the car, Nat appeared. With an excited squeal, she ran across and gave me a big hug and a sloppy kiss.

"Eugh, you're all sweaty!"

She was right. Four hours in the middle of summer in a car without aircon, plus the stress of driving and navigating myself for the first time, had taken a toll, and the back of my shirt was soaking wet.

"It's cool inside, come on. But I must warn you that Mother is 'full-on' today."

I had no idea what she meant by 'full-on', but 'cool' sounded good.

Inside, a tall, black woman was standing at the stove, stirring a pan.

"I'm Chantal, and you must be Adam. Give me a hug," she said, stepping forward.

Nat and I tried to warn her, but it was too late.

"Oh," she exclaimed.

I expected her to step away in disgust, but instead, she pulled me closer, her substantial breasts pressing against me.

"I love a man with a bit of sweat on, but you probably need rehydrating. Nathalie, get him a drink."

Chantal's attention was having an effect, and she knew it.

"Mum, if you don't put him down, I'll pour this cold water over you!" Nat demanded.

Gratefully, I took the offered glass, draining it in one go.

"Right, Adam, welcome to Manor Farm. I am delighted you are here, as I need an extra man for the weekend. I assume that you will be sleeping with my daughter, but if not, there's plenty of space in my bed.

"Now, Nathalie, go and give the man a shower before he starts to smell like one of the animals around here."

"Mum, he can shower himself," she replied with exasperation.

"I'm sure he can, but it won't be as much fun. Off you go!"

Together in the shower, I asked, "Is that what you meant by 'full-on'?"

"That's only about 'half-on'. My mother is full of contradictions: black woman, wealthy family, Cambridge graduate, diplomat, mother, hippy, English woman, French ex-husband. You never know which you will get, and sometimes they all turn up at once. Ultimately, I think that is why she and Dad split up.

"Given half a chance, she probably would have you in bed, so I'll try not to leave you unguarded."

"Could be fun!" I joked; Nat rewarded me with a punch on the arm.

"What did she mean about needing an extra man?"

"Probably there are more women than men signed up for this weekend. So, you," she jabbed a finger at me, "are going to be doing a yoga course!"

Over dinner, Chantal explained how the place worked. People hired the centre for residential courses, mostly covering arts like creative writing, painting, and photography. They could use the barn, the old machine shed or be out in the countryside according to the weather and their needs. Sessions varied between a few days and a week. Some of the villagers helped with cooking and cleaning.

"We've had a group of birdwatchers in this week. They will be leaving tomorrow, so I'll be busy changing sheets and the like. On Friday, people will be arriving for a yoga retreat over the long weekend. I'm leading that, and you two are going to be taking part."

Nathalie groaned, "Must we?"

"Yes, I am short of men, so you two will be making up the numbers.

"The food will be 'hard tack', but you will survive."

"She means vegetarian," explained Nat, "but don't worry, I know where the meat is stashed, and the pub does a great sausage and mash."

It dawned on me that we had not discussed what we would be doing during my visit. Now it seemed like a decision had been made for us.

Tired from the long drive, I was yawning my head off.

"Take him to bed and fuck him to sleep," instructed Chantal, "it will be an early start!"

"Mum, potty mouth!" complained Nathalie, but she did as she was told. She did most of the work: removing my clothes, pushing me back on the bed for a slow blowjob, and then mounting me.

She was full-breasted and curvy, with a mass of frizzy hair. It was a magnificent view and the sex was great, but as I fell asleep, I could not help wondering what it would be like with her mother. Was she really the man-eater that she appeared to be?

~

The door slammed open. Chantal stood in the doorway. It appeared to be morning outside.

"Time to get up sleepyheads, get a move on, downstairs in 5 minutes."

"Mum," Nathalie groaned, "I told you we wanted a lie-in."

"This is a lie-in; I gave you an extra hour! Chop-chop!"

"Fuck off," Nat said to an empty doorway.

"We'd better get up or she'll be back with a bucket of cold water."

She threw a bathrobe at me. "Put that on, you won't need anything else."

"What are we doing?"

"Yoga," was the exasperated reply.

In the kitchen, Chantal handed us a rolled-up mat each and led the way outside.

"Just follow me," she instructed, spreading her mat on the lawn by the house.

I should have realised what was about to happen, but I was still half asleep. Chantal and Nathalie shed their robes, giving me a view of two beautiful naked women. A frosty look from the older one and a giggle from the younger brought me around. I shed mine too.

The breeze on my genitals reminded me of the situation. I was standing outside with two women, all of us nude, and about to do... something. My dick started to stiffen.

We started standing with our hands at our sides; that was easy enough. Arms up, bend forward, drop into a sort of press up, bend up, bend down. I was watching Chantal, trying to follow her lead, but where she was smooth and graceful, I was an uncoordinated mess. Nathalie laughing at me was not helping. I collapsed in a heap before they had even finished the sequence.

"That was 'Salute to the Sun'. We do it every morning here. Don't worry, you will get the hang of it," offered Chantal, donning her robe.

Over breakfast, Nat explained that her mother did the routine every morning, preferably outside and nude.

"I think the locals are used to it now, but the postman still has his leg pulled about driving into one of the gateposts when he first saw her doing it."

"I kind of get it," I said, surprised at my reaction. "It felt good, even though I must have looked like Bambi on ice."

"We'll make a yogi of you yet," beamed Chantal.

By lunchtime, the birdwatchers had all taken flight, leaving Chantal, Nathalie, and a couple of women from the village to prepare for the next group. I pitched in where I could, happy to help, and by evening, the rooms were all ready. The next day, Friday, was all about preparing food.

After another superb dinner cooked by Chantal, Nathalie and I spent the evening in the village pub, the Spinner's Arms, returning 'a little the worse for wear'.

~

"Rise and shine, the sun's burning your bloody eyeballs out!"

Chantal.

Another gentle re-entry into the world lost forever.

"Ugh," was the best I could manage, until I remembered how good 'Salute to the Sun' had felt yesterday.

It felt good again today as the breeze explored my body, the sun warmed my skin, and my muscles responded to the exercise. The presence of two naked women helped.

Later that morning, I drove us into Chipping Norton to have a look around the historic market town. After lunch in The King's Arms, we picked up some groceries for Chantal and headed home.

The first of the yoga class, a middle-aged couple, had arrived and were gamely helping Chantal in the kitchen attached to the accommodation block. Huge pans of lentils and vegetables were simmering on top of the industrial stove. Each needed stirring frequently. Nathalie was put in charge of welcoming new arrivals, which trumped my ideas about spending the afternoon in bed together.

By 7 pm, most of the guests had arrived, so dinner was served at a long trestle table in "The Shed". The group was a mixture of young and old, singles and couples. I found myself seated between a couple named Alan and Bridget, who had been to Manor Farm before, and a young woman named Angela, who was on her first yoga retreat.

"I have been to a few evening classes, but I wanted to get stuck in," she explained.

Of course, they wanted to know about me, too.

They assumed that I was another guest until Bridget asked how long I had been doing yoga. 'About 36 hours' was an answer that needed some explanation. The idea of doing 'Salute to the Sun' every morning appealed to them all; I didn't mention the nudity bit.

At the end of the meal, Chantal announced that we would be starting at 7:30 am on the lawn outside. Then everybody helped clear the tables, which I thought was nice. They seemed to be a thoroughly pleasant group of people; I wondered how they would cope with her bullying them the next morning.

As Nathalie and I headed for bed, her mother told us tomorrow's 'Salute' would be clothing optional, so she had left something suitable on our bed. Sure enough, there were some clothes there, but we cast them aside in a rush to fuck.

Saturday

The next morning was gentle in comparison to the previous two.

"A-ha, I spy morning wood! Too bad, get your arses downstairs, ASAP."

She was right about 'the wood'. My cock was at half-mast and visible to anybody barging into the room.

Nathalie groaned, "I'm never bringing anyone here again, ever! I shall become a nun."

It was a rag-tag group that assembled blearily on the lawn, but I did not doubt that Chantal could whip them into shape in no time.

"Fuck!" whispered Nat, "we didn't get dressed."

She was right, in our semi-conscious state, we had just pulled on our dressing gowns. 'Bold Adam' took over.

"Sod it," I said throwing off my robe.

Nathalie sniggered and did the same.

"Oh, thank goodness for that," muttered Bridget, as she cast off her robe to reveal a time-worn body. "I remember people doing this last time and wanted to give it a go!"

Chantal laughed, "OK, everybody, my apologies. Last night, I forgot to mention that all the sessions here are clothing optional. You are welcome to strip now, or later, or never. Let's get started."

~

After breakfast, we headed to the barn. Chantal arranged us on yoga mats in a semicircle facing her. All of us were dressed in a variety of outfits ranging from stretch materials to tie-dye designs.

Watching Chantal as she led us through various poses was not always easy. How are you supposed to look at the instructor when your head is pointing down and backwards? Still, I was surprised by how calming it was. We finished the session with 'savasana' or 'corpse pose', which are other names for lying on your back with your eyes closed.

It was time for a break. Sadly, no coffee was allowed. Perhaps Nathalie had a stash somewhere; I wasn't hopeful.

When we regrouped in the barn, Chantal led us through a meditation exercise. My instinct was to scoff, but after months of pressure, revision, exams, filming in France, and waiting for exam results, clearing my mind was a good thing.

The next thing I knew was Nathalie shaking my shoulder, "wake up, it's time for lunch.

"Don't worry, you weren't the only one to fall asleep. It happens a lot with this exercise.

"Let's eat."

Like the morning, the afternoon started with an hour of regular yoga.

Then Chantal asked us to pair up with the person to my left. In my case, that was Lesley, an older woman who was there on her own. She called us to the centre of the semi-circle to act as models for a series of poses requiring two people. I wasn't very good, but Lesley, who had done lots of yoga, was very understanding. Although the poses weren't intimate, she got a few close-up views of my dick flopping around.

At the end of the session, Chantal asked us to remain with our partners and spend the next 15 minutes meditating side by side.

"Feel the other person next to you; feel their energy; their beauty."

It sounded too much mumbo-jumbo for my liking, but I tried. Like the morning session, I found it very calming and, this time, I did not fall asleep.

Now it was free time before dinner. Lesley and I lay together on the grass, chatting. She was a retired teacher from the next village, which was called Compton Leslie. We talked about her interest in art in general and her love of watercolour painting.

"You know, I was very impressed by your openness this morning. Being naked in front of all those people must have been a bit daunting. Did Chantal put you up to that?"

I laughed, "Quite the opposite, she gave us clothes to put on, but Nathalie and I were in such a hurry that we forgot to dress. We did 'salute the sun' naked yesterday, so it didn't seem too weird.

"It feels terrific, you should try it tomorrow," I urged.

"Oh, I couldn't. My body is too old and wrinkled for other people to see."

"It's not for them to see, it's for you to enjoy," I insisted.

She laughed, "I did some modelling at art school. It was the 'swinging sixties' and we were all a bit crazy. It is hard to compare the woman I was then and the one I am now."

"You're still the same person; if you could do it then, why not now?"

"You know, you are right, why not?"

"How about a little practice now? Just you and me."

"That's crazy," said Lesley, "let's!"

We couldn't strip our clothes off fast enough. In a moment, we were standing face to face, laughing like loons. Stepping close, Lesley gave me a big hug.

"Thank you, that does feel good. But don't get any funny ideas. I can feel your prick getting interested, but these days I only want women."

I blushed, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry, let's lie down again."

We chatted about when she knew she was a lesbian, how long she'd been 'out', and what it had been like when people found out.

"I never made a song and dance about it. The world didn't need to know, just my friends and family."

She giggled, "When I moved here, one of them started calling me 'Les3', that is 'Lesley the lesbian from Compton Leslie'. I think it's hilarious."

We talked about my plans for university and beyond. She sat up when I told her where I was going.

"My daughter, Monica, teaches art there. Perhaps you will meet her!"

At that point, the bell for dinner rang. We hurried to get dressed, then headed to the dining room in the old stables.

That evening, in bed, Nathalie said, "I saw your 'grab-a-granny' moment this afternoon. Do you think you have a chance?"

I laughed, "No, definitely not. She's a lesbian, so I'm not her type.

"How did you get on with Angela?"

"I really liked her. She's only a few years older than me, and we have a lot in common."

"Do you fancy her?" I asked.

"Yes, but you are closer to hand," she said, reaching for me.

Sunday

Lesley caught my eye and winked as she dropped her robe the next morning, another convert to naked yoga. Alan had joined the ranks, too.

I wondered how many there would be tomorrow. To encourage the others, 'Bold Adam' decided to remain undressed for the rest of the day.

Everybody else was dressed for breakfast, but I stuck to my decision. It had an effect. When we started the usual hour of yoga, both Lesley and Nathalie were naked again.

For the next exercise, Chantal separated us into male and female groups. We were asked to talk about what it meant to be a man or a woman, and about how much we were influenced by society to conform to stereotypes. To my surprise, I enjoyed the discussion.

"Thank you, everybody. I hope you found that interesting.

"Let's get some lunch."

As usual, we started the afternoon with an hour of yoga. I was starting to enjoy it, even with my cock hanging free in 'downward-facing dog'. I had the impression that several of the women were taking a look, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

Chantal clapped her hands to draw our attention.

"Our next exercise will be done in pairs. It is not necessary, but this is best done with somebody whom you don't know. Couples, if you want to stay together, that's OK.

"We'll have a break in a moment, and when we do, couples, please check in with your regular partners. Decide what you want to do. And everybody, think about who you would like to pair up with, and why."

After the break, Chantal had us stand with the men facing the women.

"Let's start with Jodie; who do you choose?"

"I would like to work with Adam," she said, smiling at me.

Soon, we were all paired off. I realised that all the couples had split up, which I thought was a good sign. There was a nice atmosphere in the group.

"Please stand facing each other. To start, I want you to synchronise your breathing. The best way is to place your left hand on your partner's chest and feel the movement there. Take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth. Keep your eyes open and focus on their left eye."

There were some awkward giggles and shuffling as people got into position.

"Right, deep breath in... hold... out.

"Find a rhythm that works for you both. In... hold... out.

"Connect with your partner. In... hold... out.

"Now, keep your hands where they are and maintain eye contact.

"Women, I want you to tell your partner why you chose them, what your first impressions of them are. Be honest, if your first choice had already gone, say so. Just try not to be too rude about the people you did not select."

That got a laugh.

Jodie paused for a moment.

"I chose you because you seem so relaxed. I don't like guys who are bossy, who always want things their way, without any consideration for me. It doesn't work because I am the same way; I like to be in charge.

"Oh dear, that sounds bad. I promise that I'm not going to beat you up or something," she trailed off.

"Plus, of course, you're quite good-looking and you have a nice willy."

I laughed. She blushed.

"I can't believe I said that out loud. What will you think of me?

"Anyway, you seem so self-confident. That's something I am not. I'm a terrible combination: a would-be bossy person with no belief in myself. What use is that?"

Chantal clapped her hands. "Now, I want you to tell him who you think his choice would be, and why. Then, men, I want to tell them who your choice would be."

After another pause for thought, Jodie said, "Justine or Angela, because they are young with beautiful bodies."

"As simple as that?" I asked.

"Yes, as simple as that," she affirmed.

"OK, appearance is a factor, of course, and they are both very good-looking. But attitude matters too. I like strong, confident women. For me, that is more important than looks."

Her face fell.

"No, don't look like that. I think you have some of that attitude, but somehow, it's not quite working.

"I think I would have chosen Angela because she seems self-assured, whereas I am not getting that from Justine. If you showed confidence, you would have been in my top two."

Jodie smiled at that.

Chantal spoke up again, "For the rest of the session, I want you to get to know each other. Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you here? Ask questions. Be nosy. Find out what you have in common and what your differences are. Make a friend.

Feel free to go outside. Use all the space here.

"Take your time, dinner is at six."

Jodie and I settled on a wooden bench under an apple tree.

"I'm glad you brought a blanket; I wouldn't want a splinter in my arse.'

She giggled. "Why are you naked?" she asked.

"I have this alter ego; I call him 'Bold Adam'. He showed me that it's nice being naked in front of other people. Today, it is because I want to encourage others to join the fun."

"I don't think I could," said Jodie, "look at me, I am overweight. Why would anyone want to look at me?"

"It's not for them, it's for you." I was starting to sound like a broken record.

"You know, I had the same conversation with Lesley yesterday. Today, she's naked too.

"Have you seen the smile on her face?"

Jodie thought, "I had not made the connection. But, still, I don't think I could do it."

"OK, there's no pressure for me."

She grinned, "I'm glad that you are naked, that is such a nice willy."

"Thank you. I bet you have nice boobs.

"You can touch mine if I can touch yours," I said cheekily. It was a chance.

"Sorry, that was 'Bold Adam' at work."

Jodie laughed, "Maybe, but you're responsible for him. But I am tempted by the deal."

She hesitated, "No, I'm not ready for that yet."

"No problem at all, I don't want to pressure you."

"You aren't, you are being very considerate. Thank you."

We chatted about where we came from, what we did, and what we hoped for. Jodie had a warm, self-deprecating way that made her fun to talk to. We were still deep in conversation when the dinner bell rang.

Dinner was a noisy affair as there were multiple people talking at the same time. Everyone was mixed around the big table, some with their partners, others not. The exercise that afternoon was the main topic. It had created quite a buzz; most seemed energised by it and were keen to share their feelings with those around.

Towards the end of the meal, Chantal clapped her hands to attract our attention.

"I sense that this afternoon went very well." There were murmurs of assent all round.

"Tomorrow is our last full day. Would you like to push your boundaries some more?"

There was a general chorus of agreement.

"What I have in mind are a couple of exercises. These will involve as much nudity as you are comfortable with, and, if you are willing, touch too. Most people find it very rewarding.

"But don't worry, you won't have to do anything that you don't want to.

"All of you must respect each other's boundaries and remember that 'no means no'."

"Right, that's all from me this evening. We start with 'Salute the sun' on the lawn at 7:30, clothes optional."

As we cleared away the meal, Jodie whispered to me, "Is that offer still open?"

"You mean the 'shall we grope each other' offer?" I teased.

"Shush, somebody else might hear!"

"And you want my cock all for yourself?"

Jodie gave me an exasperated look.

"Of course, it is," I reassured her. "Where and when?"

She thought for a moment, "Room 5, fifteen minutes."

I nodded in agreement.

Finding Nathalie, I asked if she minded me going with Jodie.

"No problem, I was about to tell you that I am hooking up with Angela," she grinned.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

I shook my head, "Good times, all around. See you in the morning."

A few minutes later, I knocked quietly on Jodie's door. She pulled me inside, closing it quickly behind us.

"Did anyone see you?" she hissed.

I was as discreet as possible," I assured her.

We stood facing each other for what felt like ages. Jodie was gathering her courage.

I waited.

"OK," she sighed.

Slowly, she removed her shirt, revealing a substantial bra. Then her leggings showing something approaching granny pants. I smiled encouragingly.

Off came the bra and down came the panties. Jodie was naked.

I stood up to face her. "Take your prize, fair maiden," I hammed.

Jodie reached out to caress my cock, which inevitably began to react favourably.

I took a moment to consider her body. Yes, she was big, but that was her frame. To me, she looked well-proportioned, not overweight.

"You should not be so hard on yourself, you look really good, and these are magnificent," I said as I cupped her enormous breasts, tipped with large areolae.

We continued to stand, touching each other, for several minutes.

"May I go further?" I asked.

She nodded. I slid my hands down her body to find a neatly trimmed bush. As I reached the top of her vulva, I stopped to find her clitoris. Jodie shuddered, pushing herself against me. Her grasp on my penis tightened and she began to pump harder. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling the wetness.

We stumbled to the bed, still grappling with each other.

I moved to go down on her. She told me to "forget about that."

"Condom?" I asked. Fortunately, she shook her head. A drawback of being completely naked is that you don't have a pocket to keep one in.

I guided myself inside her. It was the missionary position, which meant I could maintain eye contact. I watched her belly and boobs ripple and wobble with each stroke. She grasped her nipples, tweaking them furiously.

Her climax, when it came, was loud and long. Anybody in the adjacent rooms would know what was happening in number 5.

Monday

I awoke to find Jodie giving me a blowjob. Her long hair was hanging down, tickling my thighs and balls. Groggily, I reached out to caress her boobs. Pulling her nipples hard like she had done the previous evening.

My climax was building fast; I called a warning. Jodie pulled back. My cum erupted all over her face.

At that moment, her alarm went off.

"Ugh, 'Salute to the sun' in five minutes.

"I need a wee and to get ready."

"Will you be doing it naked this morning?" I asked playfully.

"I can either dress or clean my face, there's not enough time for both.

"Now get out of here, I don't want to arrive with you."

I slipped out of the room, leaving Jodie to her decision.

Chantal smiled as she saw me coming from the guest rooms. "Sleep well? She asked with a knowing grin.

She raised her eyebrows when Nathalie and Angela, both nude, arrived from the direction of the house.

"I hope you all had a good time."

"Somebody certainly did," said Alan, yawning ostentatiously.

After breakfast, we assembled in the barn.

"I am really impressed with you all. The exercise yesterday afternoon is something that I usually do with a more experienced group, but you were fantastic.

"Over dinner, we discussed pushing further, doing something even more outside your comfort zone. Being bold. Is everyone still up for that? Is everyone OK with different partners again? With being more interactive?"

There were nods and murmurs of assent all around the group.

"No objections?"

There were none. Then Chantal sprung a surprise.

"Yesterday, the women chose who they would be paired up with. Today I am going to do it for you. I have picked people whom you probably wouldn't choose yourself. That is deliberate; we are pushing your boundaries.

"Still with me?"

More nods and murmurs of 'yes'.

"Right. Justine, you are with Alan. Bridget with Guy."

A straight swap of the oldest couple with the youngest. The potential for discomfort was obvious.

"Kath with Adam, please."

The shy woman with long blonde hair glanced at her partner, took a deep breath and smiled across at me. I wondered why we had been put together, but perhaps Chantal saw something that I didn't.

"Jodie with Mark."

I couldn't see why that would challenge them either.

"Angela, I have put you with Ian"

The young woman looked disappointed, perhaps she had wanted to be with somebody else. Which is probably why Chantal had done it. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it.

"That leaves Lesley with Nathalie."

In a way, that surprised me. I knew that Nathalie was bisexual, so pairing her with a lesbian looked like an obvious choice. Perhaps it was nothing more than convenience.

As usual, we did an hour of yoga, then Chantal briefed us on the next session.

"Right, the next exercise will be focused on body image. It will be in pairs, and I recommend that you do this completely naked. It is not compulsory. You can stick with what is comfortable or push your boundaries a bit. It is your choice.

"We'll take a quick break now. Couples, once again, please check in with your regular partners. Agree on your boundaries."

When we were back in the barn, Chantal gave us our instructions.

"Each pair, please stand facing each other, and then get as naked as you are willing."

I was already naked, but Kath was fully dressed. She took another deep breath, then pulled up her sports bra to reveal her breasts, which were fuller than I expected; the top must have been tight.

After another breath, her leggings came off, leaving only a tiny thong, a strip of hair visible above it.

"Phew! That will do for now," she grinned.

"Well done," I encouraged her.

I looked around the barn. All the women were topless, and about half were fully nude. Ian and Alan still had pants on, Mark and Guy were nude.

"What I want you to do now is to take your partner on a tour of your body. Tell them what you don't like and would like to change. Women, I would like you to go first; don't hold back. Share every little flaw and imperfection.

"Men, don't say anything yet, just listen carefully."

Kath started with her hair, which she thought was a bit thin. Her eyes were too "squinty". The boobs that were too big and lop-sided. Her flabby belly, enormous thighs and saggy arse. Then there were innumerable moles, blemishes, and stretch marks. It might have been funny if it weren't so sad.

There were tears in her eyes when she finished.

"Can I hug you?" I asked. She nodded, and we embraced briefly. "Well done."

Next, Chantal asked the men to tell the women how they disagreed with their self-criticism.

"Gentlemen, I expect you to be supportive of your partners."

I thought that some participants might find that tricky, but I did not have any difficulty refuting Kath's views.

"Ladies, congratulations for being so open. I can see that it was hard for some of you, so let's take a quick break before the next stage.

Of course, that turned out to be the men talking about their bodies. As I am quite happy with my body, that was not so easy for me. I mentioned a few bits, such as the birthmark on the back of my leg, but I was struggling, and Kath knew it.

"OK. Ladies, you have probably just discovered that all the men here are Adonises with flawless bodies." There were chuckles from both sexes.

"The point here is, why should you be so hard on yourself when they are not? And men, are you holding women to a higher standard than you do yourself?

"It will be lunchtime in 10 minutes. Take that time to reassure their easily damaged egos, then talk about the differences in how you described yourselves."

"Welcome back, everyone. We are going to start with another set of yoga and then move on to more bodywork," Chantal announced.

Looking around, I noticed that nobody had put any clothes back on during break. That meant Kath was still wearing only a tiny thong.

During the yoga, I had the sense that people were less focused, taking any opportunity to look at the bare flesh around them.

Finally, Chantal instructed us to adopt 'savasana', the 'corpse pose', that ends every lesson.

"After a short break, we will start our last exercise.

"This morning, we looked at our bodies. Now, we are going to touch them. It is the most intimate and challenging thing that we have done so far. I want to encourage you all to be as open and trusting as you can manage.

"The exercise is best done fully nude, if you are willing to do so. But it is completely up to you. No pressure.

"During the break, couples, please check in with each other. Decide together what your boundaries are."

When we gathered again, most of the group were fully naked, including Chantal for the first time apart from the morning 'salute the sun' ritual. I noticed Kath glance at her husband, Ian, who was naked. With a nod from him, she removed her tiny panties.

Jodie and Justine looked at Kath, and then at each other, mouthing 'I will if you will'. Moments later, both of them were naked too. That left Ian, the only single man in the group, apart from me.

"Fuck it," he exclaimed and dropped his boxers. There was a round of applause from the rest of us.

"Fantastic," said Chantal. "Please find your partner from this morning."

There was some shuffling around as the pairs linked up.

"One at a time, I want you to explore each other's bodies. Touch it, appreciate it, appreciate the person inside. Ask questions."

Somebody gasped.

"Don't worry, this is not meant to be a sexual exercise, and there are a couple of ground rules. Always ask before touching anywhere, and respect 'no'.

"Ready?"

A murmur of assent.

"To properly connect with your partner, I suggest you start with the breathing exercise from yesterday."

I stepped closer to Kath, placing my left hand on her chest, and she did the same. Gazing at each other, we brought our breathing into sync. At first, I could feel her heart thumping, but it slowed as our breathing deepened.

"What do you want to do first?" I asked.

"I want to touch you, please," she answered with a smile.

"Of course. No limits, I don't mind where you touch me."

"You might regret that," she said with a wicked grin.

"Shall I stand, or lie down?"

"Stand first."

Slowly, she walked around me. Looking to begin with, then feather-light touches on my chest and back. I tried not to move, but my cock hadn't got the message. Around the room, it appeared that all the men were reacting the same way.

Chantal moved around, whispering suggestions, pointing things out. After an obvious glance at my cock, she joined Kath behind me. She asked me to roll my shoulders. Both of them ran their fingers across the underlying muscles.

Now, as she roamed further, she asked me to flex each muscle. This included clenching my buttocks. Moving around to my front, she gave a little giggle when she spotted my erection.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be, it looks nice."

She continued her exploration: face, shoulders, chest, arms, then avoiding my cock, my legs. Was she being demure, or saving it for later?

It was the latter.

Kath knelt before me, looking first, then, after asking permission, touching. Ever so gently, she ran a finger from tip to base, then underneath to my balls.

"Do you like these being played with?"

I told her that I did.

"You know, I've looked and touched Mark's penis, but it has always been as part of sex. Like this is different.

"Would you lie down, please?"

Kath leaned over me, allowing her hair to swish across my body. Feet to head, then down to my groin. I could see a mischievous smile playing across her lips.

"Please swap around," called Chantal.

Trying to duplicate how Kath had explored me, I asked her to stand up.

"May I touch you?"

"Yes, but not down there," she pointed to her groin, "not yet anyway; perhaps later."

I nodded my agreement.

Circling slowly, I touched her skin as softly as I could. I felt the muscles move as she moved to my commands. I worked from head to foot on her back, then did the same on her front.

I could tell that she was getting turned on by the way her shoulder and head moved as I caressed her neck. By the way her nipples stiffened as my fingers closed in on them.

"May I play with them?"

"Please, but gently," she whispered hoarsely.

I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger, vibrated them with a finger, and leaned in to give each a soft kiss. Kath was twitching and moaning as I did; it was something that excited her.

Thinking that restraint now increased my chance of reward later, I avoided her pussy on my journey down to her feet. I did not need to touch her to notice a few drops of moisture on her labia.

When Kath lay down, I followed the same route that she had: feet to head and then back to waist. Taking more time over her breasts, I played with them again, causing the same twitching and moaning.

Instead of touching her pussy next, I decided to prolong the teasing even longer. Trailing my hair across her was not practical; it was too short. So, I chose to blow gently on her skin, starting with her feet and working up to her neck, and then back to her vulva.

Even breathing on her was having a noticeable effect, Kath pushing her hips upwards.

"Please, touch me," she moaned.

The torment continued. I slid my left hand along the inside of her thigh; she continued thrusting upwards.

"Please..."

With my forefinger, I circled her vulva, then dipped into the valleys between her lower lips.

"Aaahh," she moaned.

I continued my slow exploration.

Her hand clamped down on mine, pressing it harder against her pussy and she shuddered with an orgasm. Others were experiencing the same thing, judging by some of the sounds around us.

Kath slumped back on the mat, her eyes flickered open, and she gave me a lovely smile.

"Thank you."

"You are very welcome," I replied.

Chantal clapped her hands. "I think we are all done for now.

"Dinner is in 45 minutes. You probably all need a cold shower before then."

There was a scramble as people got to their feet. Kath grabbed Mark's hand, and they dashed out of the barn. Several other couples followed suit, including Nathalie and Angela. I was standing there with a raging hard-on and no obvious relief.

"Would you like some help with that?" enquired Lesley.

I looked at her in surprise, "I thought you had other tastes these days."

"Doesn't mean that I have forgotten what to do. Besides, I have been abandoned by my partner, too. She meant Nathalie, it was clear that she and Angela were getting on very well.

She led me to her bedroom in the converted cowshed that served as guest accommodation.

"Lie on the bed," she instructed.

She kneeled beside me and reached out to grasp my cock with both hands. She began to move them up and down, then one dropped to play with my balls as well.

"Blast, this isn't going to help me!" she complained.

With a sudden movement she clambered onto the bed and impaled herself on my dick.

I blinked with surprise.

She began to ride me.

"Play with my clit," she commanded.

With my other hand, I reached up to play with her breasts. Pulling and twisting the nipples, each in turn. Both of us were excited by the afternoon's exercise, so it was unsurprising that we both came quickly, Lesley collapsing on top of me.

"That was better than I remember," she chuckled.

We showered together in the women's bathroom. Jodie and Ian were doing the same. Both grinned at us.

Dinner was different in two respects: the whole group were naked and there was alcohol for the first time. Thus, it was even noisier than before. When the meal was over, Chantal invited everyone back to the barn.

"Bring your drinks!" she instructed.

Somebody had been busy. The yoga mats had been cleared away, there was a seating area to one side, and a table laden with drinks and snacks.

I settled on one of the sofas with Chantal next to me.

"Adam, you have been fantastic at this workshop. I might have to make you a permanent fixture."

Everybody was now seated, drinks in hand. Chantal stood.

"The course is officially over. I want to thank all of you for being so open-minded and adventurous.

"Finally, I invite you to share your thoughts or reactions."

Jodie went first, "I want to thank Adam for inspiring me to be bold."

As we went around the circle, everybody spoke, receiving a round of applause in return.

Lesley went last. "This has been an amazing experience, so I want to thank all of you, and especially Chantal."

When she had finished, she came over to sit next to me.

"I wanted to thank you directly for surprising an old woman, shocking her out of her habits."

She kissed me on the lips and went over to the drinks table.

Kath took her place.

"It's time for your reward," she beamed as she took a hold of my cock.

On my other side, Chantal chuckled, "I'll leave you two to it."

Kath rose and twisted to straddle me, guiding my cock inside her. I grabbed her hips to assist her in riding me. She panted with the exertion.

"Mark and I... had the best sex... ever this after... noon. That was... because of you.

"We... wanted to... thank you."

Over her shoulder, I could see Mark smiling at us. That did it, I felt my cum rise fast within me, then it was within Kath. She came too.

Recovering, I looked around. Others were fucking as well.

Kath returned to Mark.

Nathalie and Angela plopped down on either side of me.

"I was afraid that I had neglected you, but you seem to have been doing all right," noted Nathalie.

"You have been doing well, too."

"I can't complain," she answered.

"I can," said Angela, "that Mark was a bit creepy and Ian was a wuss. Nat made up for them.

"I wish that I had been paired with you. Jodie picked you first on Sunday, and then Chantal had another plan.

"Would you join us over there?"

"With pleasure," I said.

We settled down on a couple of mattresses laid out next to the seating area. Jodie and Ian were already there; she was riding him enthusiastically.

Angela leaned over to kiss me while Nathalie licked my cock. I felt around. One of my hands found a hanging boob, the other a wet cunt. Moments later, it was joined by a second. We continued in a jumble of bodies and limbs.

Then Angela asserted control. She pushed Nathalie away from cock then mounted it herself. Unwilling to be denied, Nat's wet pussy descended onto my other. I assumed that the two women were kissing, but, of course, my view was blocked.

It was my third fuck of the day, so it took a while for me to come. But, somehow, I managed to ejaculate. Certainly, Angela came too, and meanwhile, my oral work had satisfied Nathalie as well. We relaxed in a sweaty sprawl.

Gradually, the others were drifting away.

"We'd better get to bed," I said.

"Yes," said Nathalie, "but there could be a problem. I only have a single bed, so there's not enough space for all three of us."

Angela chuckled, "We'll manage somehow."

When we entered the house, Chantal was in the kitchen sipping a cup of tea.

"Where are you going?" she asked impishly.

"Bed," we chorused.

"That will be cosy," she observed. "My offer stands, Adam."

Angela looked baffled.

"I doubt I can perform again tonight," I said ruefully.

It was a combination of explanation for Nathalie and an apology to her mother.

So it was that I found myself in the shower with Chantal. In normal circumstances, I would have happily stayed in there with her for hours. But we were both tired.

"Tomorrow morning? It will mean an early alarm."

"Sounds good," I agreed.

We were both fast asleep instantly.

Epilogue

The next morning, after a final 'Salute to the sun' and breakfast, the guests left.

"Phew," said Chantal. "I love doing these courses, but they are exhausting.

"Thank you both for being here, you have been such a help."

I stayed another day before heading home.

It was the end of another epic summer.

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There will be more stories about Adam in this series, and you can read about some of his other adventures in 'Adam in Asia'.