Soaked to the Skin - Part 7
Hannah's week was a busy one. Up early and on the train to London heading to her internship. The internship she had been seeking when the delay to her train and the rain had introduced her to Sir Hugh. How strange it had been getting naked with a stranger whilst drying clothes. Hannah was now very happy being naked with Sir Hugh -- and Lady Lyanthe, and, for that matter Bradshaw the gardener. The Saturday following saw her sailing through the gates of Mumble Hall and she took it carefully going down the driveway on her bicycle. Her knee still had sticking plaster upon it, but that could not be seen. She was wearing jeans rather than one of her dresses. And a blouse as well -- of course. She was not bare breasted -- however acceptable that might have been at the hall.
Jebediah Bradshaw watched the young lass cycling. It was a pleasing sight. He rather liked the thought of Hannah cycling without that blouse. Just in jeans, so her breasts moved in pleasing ways. Within his corduroy trousers his penis filled. Perhaps on the way back from the hall in the evening she might pop in and see him for something hot and wet -- a cup of tea perhaps.
It was a gorgeous day and Hannah was not exactly surprised to find Sir Hugh in a deckchair, a straw hat and reading a newspaper -- completely naked. He stood as she walked up to him.
"Another walk in the woods today, Hannah?"
That sounded simply lovely and she readily agreed. Sir Hugh put down his newspaper and made to walk across the lawn. Hannah put her best foot forward.
"Aren't you forgetting something, my dear?"
Hannah took it to mean she should undress. It was funny how easy she found it now to undress in front of Sir Hugh. It had not been so easy in the workman's hut. A hand to her blouse, a button undone and then another. She put the blouse on the deckchair and then reached behind her for the clasp of her brassiere. Her large breasts needed restraining when cycling -- or at least she thought so. Up at the lodge, Bradshaw had other ideas about unrestrained young girls out cycling. He liked to see their peaches, pears or even melons out in the open, quivering and ripe. To be squeezed to test that ripeness. Lovely red cherries, sweet and firm. Sir Hugh and Hannah were a goodly distance from him, but he could see Hannah's breasts as they were revealed, and she was all at once just as he had wished to see her on the bicycle -- clad only in jeans. He could see, even at that distance, Sir Hugh's clear appreciation as the baronet's penis jerked into a stand. Bradshaw fumbled in his corduroys, undoing buttons, and brought out his own cock, as firm as Sir Hugh's, and reminiscent of his own cucumbers in their frame. Topped with his shiny 'plum,' it seemed to have fresh 'dew' upon it. Bradshaw stroked. A man likes a wank.
Upon the lawn, Hannah unbuttoned the brass button to her jeans and moved the zipper down.
"That reminds me. I have a pair of your knickers to return... or should I make a collection? Some men do, you know. Oh yes, Hannah, how white and virginal!"
Hannah had pulled the jeans apart at the fly and was lowering them. Indeed they were, her white knickers now displayed. Up at the lodge the old gardener had seen the sudden flash of white. They were echoed by his teeth as he broke into a broad smile, his hand drawing his flesh up over his 'plum.'
"Not so virginal," she said.
"Oh, I can imagine."
"You think you might take my virginity then?"
"I have the means."
Sir Hugh certainly did. Enough to be seen clearly from quite a long way at the lodge. Jebediah Bradshaw also had the visible means -- it was as revealed as Sir Hugh's. The old gardener watched the removal of jeans and knickers, their tossing upon the deckchair and the departure of the naked man and young woman down the lawn. Sir Hugh's cock had not subsided but, there again, nor had his. It was big in his hand. His employer and the young visitor disappeared from sight towards the woodland. Two naked and pink bottoms. Jebediah Bradshaw's were on the one whose cheeks rose and fell with a delightful wobble.
Lovely to wander in woodland glades and down little paths through trees, the sunlight filtering through and everything so green and lovely. Wonderful too to be out naked. Until meeting Sir Hugh, Hannah would not have thought of such a thing. Naked for the bath, becoming naked for a boy, perhaps, when out on a walk and somewhere secluded but not to walk freely in the natural state. To talk of this and that -- not always sexual things.
They had walked and talked for quite a time when Hannah said, "Erections are funny things, Sir Hugh." She had reached out and closed her fingers around Sir Hugh's organ. It had not been hard at that point, but soon swelled in her hand. She had drawn the foreskin back.
"Funny peculiar or funny ha-ha?"
"Peculiar. I mean, look how big it is in my hand." She made to bend it, but it was too rigid. "I understand its purpose -- I suppose it does two things..."
"Three, if you count hanging your hat on it."
Hannah smiled. "Go on then!" Sir Hugh stood still, and Hannah took off her straw hat and used Sir Hugh's upright penis as a peg for it. "I wonder how long that would stay before falling off!"
"That depends upon you."
Hannah's hand crept between Sir Hugh's buttocks and fondled his balls. The hat stayed put. And stayed when they walked on. It was very funny. Hannah imagined them meeting someone. Perhaps the person would be shocked at her nudity -- maybe pleased! Whether, though, the person would be shocked or pleased by Sir Hugh perhaps rather depended on the person; would Sir Hugh lose his stiffness or not -- would the hat fall? Unlikely, though, that they would meet anyone. It was Sir Hugh's private estate after all.
A wander through the woods and down to the lake. They sat on a bench in the shade overlooking the water.
"When did you start having erections, Sir Hugh?"
"From birth, I think. Not that I remember of course! But I've always been conscious it can go hard when I need to pee. Of course, later comes the sexual feelings, wet dreams and masturbation."
"I suppose if you have a nice dream you get hard. Do you, do men, really come in your sleep?"
Sir Hugh nodded. "Even now, but only occasionally. Getting hard in my sleep -- of course. Nocturnal Penile Tumescence happens four or five times a night for most men. I often wake hard."
"Must be nice for Lady Lyanthe!"
"It is certainly nice for me sometimes. Awaking to find your hard cock being sucked or stroked, or even, just the once, I awoke to find my dream of fucking was just that! Lyanthe had inserted me whilst I was asleep and was having a nice little fuck 'on her own.' That was quite an experience -- so it is not just girls who get taken in their sleep!"
"Is it nice having a wet dream? I mean, I have them, but they are different -- wet, yes, sexual yes, but not..."
"...making quite such a mess in your pyjamas!"
"I'd like to see. I've not... Well, I suppose few women have seen. You'd have to sit up all night watching!"
"A male wet dream happen? Imagine, Hannah, you the night watchman or rather watchwoman at a college for young men. Hot summers nights in the tropics and as you walk between the beds of all these naked young men at night you see all their cocks. Pyjamas worse than unnecessary. They are, after all, young men together. Best to avoid clothing altogether, even a sheet over the naked body too much. Hot, damp, sweating male bodies each one with a cock. You can look at their penises as they sleep as much as you like. Defenceless young men showing you everything. Some are hard with Nocturnal Penile Tumescence. Cocks expanding and subsiding in front of your eyes, seemingly not at rest but changing shape and position. Perhaps you might catch one or two actually ejaculating. They are healthy young men and wet dreams will be frequent and the norm. You watch a young man lying upon his back and note his erect cock, shall we seven inches of it or would you like eight, seems to be twitching, the rounded knob expanding. Will he? You move in closer, keen to see -- yes, there it comes."
Sir Hugh looked closely at Hannah, "Would you like that Hannah, being able to watch it just come? Another seems just half hard when, all of a sudden, it twitches and begins to come, a little spurt and then it produces more and more as it rises off his thigh, erecting and getting bigger as it comes; not before but as it comes, swinging around to point up his stomach as it keeps on producing semen. Wet dreams do not require erection to happen. How interesting to learn and compare. How many will wake with the evidence of their night thoughts upon them. Obvious to their fellows as they walk to the showers what has happened in the night. Perhaps a cause of ribaldry and laughter amongst the young men. Amusement to see how many have come in the night. Is it perhaps a record?"
Unsurprisingly Sir Hugh had stayed erect. He had placed his straw hat upon his thighs when they had sat down. It rather preserved his modesty, but it was most definitely there, rampant indeed beneath the hat. Sir Hugh did not miss that Hannah was squirming in her seat. The itch and wetness she got when with Sir Hugh and hearing his strange talk very much present. Would she remove the straw hat?
"How obvious would it be, Sir Hugh?"
He smiled, clearly pleased at her question and interest, "I suspect very obvious, my dear, young men produce a lot of semen and forcibly. The long trails of dried, rather flaky, semen will show not just across their flat stomachs but up onto many of their chests. Men like to come between the breasts of young women, but they also come between their own! Moreover, roused by the morning bell some will have that peculiarity of men of waking not merely as I am sure you do some mornings, of desperately needing to relieve yourself." His eyes were upon Hannah and she nodded in agreement. "But very visibly showing this by being strongly erect. How would you like that Hannah, these young men walking to their morning ablutions both naked but also strongly erect? Walking past you with their cocks so stiff."
