Dampening his lips, he moved his eyes over the other windows. Several girls were lounging about in one room, sharing a late breakfast, either having stripped down to their underwear, or not having yet gotten dressed.
'I've won the sex sweepstakes,' he said to himself, 'or I'm going to go nuts with frustration.'
A cat prowled the window sill of the girls' room, and Wayne wondered if it was a tom As one of the girls petted it, her hair spilled in waves around her face, her bra seeming very white against her tan, jeans clinging to her hips.
'Please let it be the sweepstakes,' he murmured, and he forced himself to turn away from the window, laughing as he realized that,he was being paid to be there.
Chapter 3
Wayne and Ella had gone over the class schedules, and she had officially introduced him to the gals, and to the departing teachers. Eating at a table with her in the dining room he had been aware of the girls looking him over, and whispering comments interspersed with giggles.
Preparing for bed, he turned out the lights, and paused at the windows. Across the way the gals talked, one doing her nails as the other put her hair up, both in bras and panties. He smiled at the idea that the girls seemed to wear more when in their room than when outside. Then, realizing that he was as much on view as the girls were, he glanced down at his rigid cock, and moved toward his bed, curious as to what the next day would bring.
In her room, which connected with her office, Ella slipped into her bed. Pleased by Kelly's choice, and intrigued by what Kelly had reported on the phone, she too was wondering what the following day held in store. Long away from any males, the interest and curiosity of the girls had been a tangible thing in the dining room.
Waking late, Wayne went downstairs, and wandered about, looking for the dining room, but getting turned around. He moved down a corridor with windows along one side, and he came to a stop, seeing a naked girl hanging up laundry.
The girl's name was Paula. Waved back from her face and eyes, blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Her flint- colored eyes were on her work, dark brows above them. Her chin was prominent, a shallow between it and her mouth emphasizing the fullness of her lower lip and giving her a certain tomboyish toughness.
She pinned up a pair of panties, her weight on one leg. Her wide-set, conical tits were firm, the inverted furls of her nipples topping areolas that were slighty darker than her body's uninterrupted tan. His breathing shallow, he moved his eyes down her long, slender torso, seeing it flow into her hips, and curving back with them and her ass.
The clothes drifting in a light breeze, she bent over to pick up the wicker laundry basket, full, wide ass cheeks turned toward him, and his eyes moved down the cleavage that widened toward the base of the cheeks, sable curlings peeking out from between the tops of her thighs.
She dropped the basket beside a door, and he started to continue on, but she came back out, a knife in one hand, a chair in the other. She pushed the basket aside, and he saw the carrots laid out before her. She picked one up, and began to peel it. Her shoulders firm from swimming, she sat with her forearms brushing against her spread thighs, her feet wide apart. Her legs long and shapely, her torso curved up and forward from her full hips, her rich tits quivering as she peeled the carrots. She lifted her eyes and stared at him, her expression revealing nothing of her thoughts.
Taken by surprise, he nodded with a light smile, and continued on, his rod shoving his pants out from his thigh. Finding the dining room, he realized that the girl was outside the kitchen door in a small courtyard, and he thought of her tanned body as he ate.
He was a little surprised at having seen only her, having rather expected the girls to be flocking around again, and he grinned as he went outside, marking it off to male ego. Hearing the roar of the waves, he walked to the cliffs edge, looking down at the beach. A number of girls were seated on the sand, or gamboled about in the surf.
'I'm afraid they're not used to wearing swimsuits, what with having had no men about,' Ella said, and he turned to see her coming toward him, her golden brown hair drifting in the ocean breeze which pressed her blouse against her full, rounded tits, low-cut slacks clinging to her lush hips.
'I don't mind,' he smiled.
'I didn't think you would,' she smiled back, and they looked. down at the girls. 'Since they'll be back in the classrooms shortly, I was thinking of gathering the girls not doing anything, and having an outing. Want to come along?' she asked.
'Sounds good,' he nodded.
'Well, collect the girls you find, and get your swimsuit, and we'll meet back here,' she said, and they moved off toward the building.
Ella looped into one of the rec rooms, and found Margerie Wrangell. The girl was standing in front of a mirror, striking seductive poses. Clearly bored, she moved around the room, and she started upon seeing Ella.
'We're going down to the pond for a swim, and maybe some touch football,' Ella smiled. 'Join us,' she said, and the girl nodded as the woman left.
Wayne found Rita and Lori, the blonde and redheaded girls, sitting by the pool, and they exchanged smiles as they followed him, wondering if he was planning a threesome. Their smiles faded when they came back from their rooms to find Ella, Margerie and Paula waiting with him. Paula had been working in the shop when Ella found her, and she showed no signs of recognition upon seeing him, though he clearly remembered her peeling vegetables.
Wayne and Ella walked along together, the girls ahead of them. Margerie had changed into an exotic outfit culled from thrift shops, a full-length gown topped with a large, floppy hat. Lori wore a plaid shirt tied beneath her tits, faded jeans clinging to her ample hips and fanny, the sunlight gleaming in the red hair that fell in waves over her shoulder blades. Rita wore a ribbed-cotton tank top that fell short of her terrycloth shorts, just revealing her navel with its lip of flesh above, and revealing the full, rounded shapes of her tits, her slender nipples indenting the fabric. The tough-looking Paula wore an embroidered bed jacket over her bikini top, and a pair of hip-hugging jeans.
'How long've you been principal here?' he asked Ella, trying to turn his eyes from the swinging hips and fannies of the girls as they moved through the trees.
'Two years,' Ella said. 'It's an easygoing setup, and academically very good.'
'And a great setting,' he observed, looking through the trees at the pond as they approached it.
'That too,' Ella smiled, and she moved forward to the girls, who had come to a stop at the water's edge. 'If any of you have to change into swimsuits, that area over there's private,' she told them.
'But where'll he change?' Lori asked, her gray eyes sparkling, and her cheeks dimpled as she smiled, her wide, full lower lip pulling taut across pearly teeth.
'I'm wearing my suit under my pants,' he said before Ella could reply.
'Oh,' Lori said with a pout, and she moved toward the bushes, followed by Margerie and Rita.
Dropping the bed jacket to the ground, Paula slipped the button of her jeans open, and unzipped them. Taking off his shirt, Wayne looked over as Ella slipped out of her blouse, revealing the top of her maillot, which molded to her full tits, and to the contours of her supple stomach. Stepping out of her slacks, Ella blinked as she looked toward Paula, who was also stepping out of her pants, but who wore nothing under them.
'Paula,' Ella said coldly, and the girl looked over with disinterest and without self-consciousness as the sunlight gleamed in the sable curlings of her muff.
'It's okay. I've got my bottoms here,' Paula said, taking them from her jeans, and she began to put them on.
Wayne took off his shoes. The dark brown bikini molded to Paula's tits, ass and loins, making the dispute amusing to him. He opened his pants as she waded out into the water. As he lowered them he heard whistles and
