anoint them with a happy mixture of strawberry, cum and cream. By now, spent and fatigued but still drinking in the scents and sights of our summer entertainment, I became aware of two things. I was very sticky and I was beginning to attract the insects. Both of us needed a good wash.
'There is a small pond over there,' said Becky. 'Donald told me about it. He thought you might need to be cleaned up before the afternoon was over.' 'Where is Donald?' I asked. 'Indeed, where is everyone else? They've all vanished except for you and Hannah.'
'They're taking part in the apres dejeuner entertainment,' she said. 'What's that?' I asked. 'A game loosely based on hide-and-seek,' said Becky. 'So we have missed it? It was very good of the two of you to stay behind and assist Cecily and me.'
'It will go on for some time yet,' said Becky. 'If you have a quick splash about in cold water, apart from getting clean, you might feel sufficiently revived to take part in it yourself. Take this rug.
You can rub yourself dry afterwards with it.' 'I am very fatigued, Becky. I suppose you wouldn't consider helping me?' I said.
'No,' said Becky firmly. 'Hannah and I are going to have our hands full getting Cecily sluiced down and made presentable. She's in a far messier state than you, except for her hair. You've got bits of strawberry and God knows what in yours, Andrew, so make sure you submerge yourself properly and wash it all out.' I was despatched pondwards, but before I went I turned back to Cecily and gave her a fond kiss. 'That was a lovely meal,' I said. 'Thank you for inviting me.' 'Thank you for coming,' she said sweetly.
Half an hour later found me clean, dried and dressed. 'What about this game?' I asked. 'It's quite simple,' said Becky. 'All you have to do is to go into the wood, hide yourself and wait.'
'Then what happens?' 'If you're lucky, you get found.' “Who by?' 'All the men are hiding and all the women are seeking.' 'So it's up to me to tuck myself away in some really obscure place?' 'If you are quite sure you want to remain undiscovered,' said Becky. 'At least you'd get some rest. On the other hand you might get bored with only the flora and fauna of the wood to look at.
Anyway, that's up to you.' 'Won't everyone have been discovered by now?' I asked. 'The game must have been underway for some time.'
'Remember that Hannah and I had to stay behind to help Cecily,' she said. 'That means that there are more hiding men than seeking women out there. Also that some of them may be ready for a second finding, and a second coming.' Entering into the spirit of the occasion, I set off into the woods. After a few hundred yards I heard a crashing sound and an excited feminine cry of triumph. Someone had been found by someone. I couldn't see who they were since they were on the far side of a particularly thick thicket. I edged my way between some saplings. I could move quite quietly now because there was a carpet of moss under my feet. Again I heard voices. Two people coming my way. I slipped behind a large tree. Remembering schoolboy games, I backed slowly round to the far side of the tree and waited. I heard them walk past and thought I caught Catherine's voice but they soon disappeared and all was quiet again. A movement caught my eye again. There was something up in one of the trees. I peered up. A squirrel. I watched it as it came out onto a low branch, ears pricked and tail erect. 'Got you!' said a voice in my ear. At the same time two arms were clasped round me from behind. I glanced down. Two very white arms held me. Two slim white hands, the fingers interlaced in front of me. 'Perdita!' I said. Her grip relaxed and I turned round. 'I'm glad it's you,' she said. 'Andrew, I know that I have passed most of my time with Ian since I have been here. But I would like to have one fuck with you before I set off for Scotland tomorrow.' A note of solicitude entered her voice. 'I hope that you can manage it again so soon after your Cecily and cream meal.' I looked at her. Perdita was almost my height. Her dark hair was in considerable disarray and her dress half-unbuttoned and already torn at the hem. She had a wide, generous mouth. Her lips were slightly parted and she was breathing quite heavily. I watched her bosom rise and fall. White flesh showed under her unloosed bodice. Her deep blue eyes were opened wide and she held me in a steady gaze. I poked a finger between two undone buttons and touched her. She smiled and clasped her hands over mine. My trapped fingers felt the smoothness of breast. Mr. Pego came to life. 'Something tells me that all will be well,' I said. She reached one hand down and fondled my balls.
She squeezed gently. My cock thrust out slowly but determinedly. She took note of what she had achieved. 'All's well that ends well,' she said and pinched the head of my member. She started to undo my buttons. 'We must undress each other,' she said. 'Except for the shoes.' 'You want us to keep our shoes on?' I asked with surprise. 'I want you to take your own shoes off,' she said. 'I can never manage men's shoes when I'm excited. I go all clumsy. And when you do get them off, there's only a pair of feet revealed. Men's feet are not their best part.' 'There are better,' I agreed. As I spoke she completed her release of Mr. Pego. He protruded in a thoroughly satisfactory manner. 'Over here!' and I led her back to the mossy patch. 'It's softer here. No nettles, just some leaves.'
'How thoughtful of you,' she said. She bounced up and down on the thick moss carpet. 'Almost like a bed.' More and more hurriedly we unhooked, unlaced and unbuttoned each other. We looked at each other, still largely clothed but already revealing most of the things that clothes are supposed to hide. 'The shoes,' she said. I bent down to undo them but, as I did so, my unbuttoned trousers slipped down to my knees. Unbalanced, I sat down backwards with a thump. Kicking my legs up in the air, I tried to take off my shoes.
One slipped off easily. The second resisted. I gave a sharp tug and it flew off, landing some feet away in some undergrowth. In reaction to the sudden jerk, I fell over on my back. My legs were waving in the air as I tried to ease my trousers off which had got thoroughly entangled round my ankles. 'Help,' I said, trapped like a sheep on its back. Perdita knelt down and tugged my socks off, tossing first one and then the other impatiently over her shoulder. Then, as she reached forward to pull my trousers off as well, she paused as though an idea had struck her. Instead she shook her shoulders so that her bared bosom escaped fully from the clinging stuff of her dress.
With a hand on each ankle, she pressed my bare soles against her breasts. She began to rub herself against them. 'Just an idea I had,' she said. 'There must be something you can do with feet.' I felt her nipples harden. Then she drew back a little so that the tips were just brushing against me. They hardened even more. She manipulated one so that it was between two of my toes. It felt like a delicious small berry. 'Can you clench your toes?' she asked.
I tried and managed to give each nipple a squeeze. 'Powerful feet,' she said. 'Like one of the big apes I saw in the zoological gardens.' I wasn't sure I liked being compared to a great ape although I was enjoying this novel situation. 'But not nearly so hairy,' she went on hurriedly. She began to suck my toes. A delicious sensation shot through me. Mr. Pego was bolt upright. She raised her eyes and noticed. Her teeth bit delicately at a big toe.
'A moment more,' she said, taking the toe out of her mouth. She pressed her breasts again against my soles and began to rub harder than ever, swaying like a snake charmer in front of a cobra-or is it the other way round? A detached part of my mind made a note to ask Colonel Moore as an expert in all things Eastern. Perdita was becoming more and more carried away. 'You like that?' she asked.
'Yes,' I said, for it was true. 'Although I do feel somewhat pinned down.' 'Time to move on,' she said, letting me go.
She stood up and pulled her dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. Then she let it drop and stepped out of it. Bending down, she grabbed one sleeve and made as though to throw it with careless abandon behind her. There was a ripping noise. She had had one foot on the hem. 'Damn,' she said. 'This always seems to happen.'
Crouching down, she bundled the increasingly sorry rags of her dress together and re-enacted her casual tossing away motion. The dress flew through the air and caught on a projecting bough. 'Now for your things, Andrew,' she said, removing my trousers, helping me to my feet and then stripping my shirt off, followed by my underwear.
There was a brief struggle as Mr. Pego had to be negotiated. Item by item, my clothes were flung away. I tried to keep an eye on where each article fell. We had had enough missing clothing for one day.
Finally we were both completely naked, facing one another. As I have said, Perdita had that very clear, almost translucent skin that some dark-haired women have. Her hair was very black with a bluish tinge to it where it caught the light. Her nipples were a dark red and the area round them again very dark. Her breasts were clearly separated by the channel between them. Her breastbone showed up plainly. Her titties did not have the rippling abundance of a Cecily nor the round plumpness of a Rosie. Instead they were pointed and vulnerable. I could see tiny blue veins around the nipples, each of which, because of a slight concavity of the upper surface of her titties, stood boldly upwards. As she sucked in her breath, I could see her ribcage. There was not an ounce of spare flesh on her. Waist and hips were sharply defined. Below a large navel, her stomach was flat before swelling out to a generous Mound of Venus. Her pussey hair was also very black as well as long and profuse. Stray black hairs curled
