No, Of Course Not

"Sssh, ssh, it's alright. We'll get out of this mess but don't make a noise. We'll be heard. Come on Emma, be calm. I'm sorry I joked."

Emma could feel his huge cock pressed against her thigh - it was hard. It must have been a bit like **** for him - it had excited him but that was perhaps understandable. She was embarrassed she had lost control and would, again, have to apologize to Brian. It was the third time his cock had touched her in less than half an hour. She relaxed. Very obviously relaxed. He could feel her do so. His hand left her mouth.

Inches from his face she spoke, "Sorry Brian. Sort of snapped. It won't happen again. Can the jokes though."

Slowly she got back to her feet. It was dark out on the lawn away from the bright lights. She could hardly see Brian. And that meant she could not see his erection.

"What'll we do: where shall we go?"

"Perhaps somewhere to sit."

They walked across the dark lawn. At least it was comfortable on the feet. They searched, not at all aided by the pitch blackness, but a seat, a bench seemed elusive. It really was very dark and not at all easy to avoid bumping into things and each other. It did not please Emma when Brian knocked against her or she touched him by mistake in the dark. Hands outstretched to feel ahead meant they did just that - feel. Emma was less than pleased when one of Brian's hands closed over one of her breasts and squeezed. The snatched away hand and the instant 'sorry' did suggest it was not deliberate - but it could just as easily have been. They had to move carefully and feel their way. Almost they tripped over a low hedge separating the lawn from a path.

"Shhh, someone's coming. Down!" Emma pulled Brian down right on top of her. They froze as they heard footsteps on the gravel of a path. Not just two but four feet. It was a couple, probably a couple of the teachers out for a walk. They were talking quietly and then they stopped. Stopped walking and stopped talking right next to the low hedge where Brian and Emma were lying not daring so much as to breathe. It was pretty obvious why the couple had stopped - they were kissing. Emma wondered if this was some illicit affair away from home or simply a romance.

What she also wondered was why she had pulled Brian down so clumsily right on top of her. She had just been quietly talking to him and had acted on instinct. Had just pulled, but there he was right on top of her, really on top of her and facing her. It was the way she had pulled him down quickly but, yes, just as much as the couple were positioned for kissing, she and Brian were almost positioned for that and intercourse. His legs were between her legs. His face was inches from hers and as for his cock... She could feel it once more lengthening and touching her; touching her intimately; touching her in such a way that just a slight push could very easily mean he would be inside her! Emma stiffened but dared not push Brian away and so the smooth poking little thing remained touching her where she had never dreamt Brian would touch. And it was so much worse that she had done it; she had been the cause.

"Fancy a swim, a dip in the pool?" It was the male part of the couple.

"But I haven't a swimsuit."

"So? It's dark."

"But we might... touch."

"So?"

"I'm not sure I'm ready for..."

"It's just swimming."

'No, it's not." Thought Emma. "It won't be."

"Oh... I suppose, well, it's a warm night - all right." Was it feigned ****?

The thought came to Emma; it came to her straightway, that they could 'nick' their clothes. Well, borrow them, that was what she meant. They would only need to be borrowed long enough to get into reception, get their keys, nip to their rooms, change and bring them back. The couple would not, if they were quick enough, need to know they were gone and that somebody else had been wearing them. Certainly, if the couple moved from swimming to fucking - as seemed very likely to Emma - that would give Brian and she plenty of time. If she and Brian were not quick enough well, then, the couple just replaced them as a naked pair out in the gardens and, at least, they had a reason for being naked together!

Emma and Brian were careful to lie still until they were sure the couple had moved safely on and by the time she and Brian had whispered about the existence of an outdoor pool, Emma had been able to explain her plan and had listened to Brian's tiresome objections to the idea they could already hear the couple in the pool.

The idea was simple, brilliant even, but try as they could in the dark, Emma and Brian could not find where the couple had put the clothes! The sound of splashing led them to the pool. Sensibly fenced in, Brian and Emma did not dare enter the immediate fenced pool area. Even in the dark the risk of being seen was too great. Perhaps, even probably, the clothes were inside the fence, perhaps neatly piled on a bench or something. The couple seemed not to have left them outside. Brian and Emma felt around for material outside by the gate but there was nothing there. They could not find the clothes. It was very frustrating. The sounds of swimming and splashing turned to giggles. Emma grimaced - the couple was evidently having a jolly time: unlike her.

By the time the couple came out of the pool, the moon was just rising and they were in silhouette. Really not very far away at all. Sitting, Emma could see Brian leaning forward with interest. Typical man, even in their predicament he was still interested in naked women; not that he could see much - which was not strictly the same for the man. An erect penis in silhouette was just as much an erect penis as when in full Technicolor. Emma’s surmise had been correct. They were kissing and she knew exactly what would come next. There would be intercourse and likely as not right by their clothes. The silhouette really was rather graphic, the very clear shape of the erection between them. the man's hand coming to hold a breast and the woman's hand moving to hold the penis - she could even see the hand moving it! Even with them fully occupied it was unlikely she could creep up and whisk the clothes away: more likely she would suddenly find herself grabbed by a naked stranger - with or without an erection. It was all rather frustrating. She so wished the couple would decide to go and fuck somewhere else, better still decide it would be a really nice idea to walk around the garden naked and petting, or play an erotic tag game running around naked on the lawn leaving their clothes unattended. Perhaps unsurprisingly they did not do any of that.

Watching intercourse in monochrome was at least something to do, to while away the time. Brian and Emma had nothing else to do. No plan or anything. Brian watched, even Emma watched - it passed the time and was quite interesting really. Brian seemed to like it. His huge penis was standing up. Emma could see it. He had better not wank, she thought (the wanker).

It was amusing really to hear the noises the couple made. Brian might find the whole scene erotic but really it was just funny. Human intercourse was comic when you came to look at it and Emma was looking at it - by moonlight, not very far away and, really, right there in front of her eyes!

The inevitable climax came. Even in monochrome but with sound Emma knew when that was and then the couple dressed and moved on. Unaware that sitting not feet from them in moon shadow their tryst had been watched and listened to.

"Shall we have a swim then?"

Emma had not really thought to do so but again it passed the time. It was nice to slip into the water. No need to undress when you are already naked! Really rather nice swimming in the quiet of the night and by moonlight only able to see a limited amount. All, actually, a rather pleasant experience, a novel experience, if it was not for being with Brian and the whole predicament of having lost her clothes. There were no giggles.

Getting dry was a little more of a problem given they had left the little white towel behind. She suggested the obvious alternative - vigorous exercise, though not of the kind the couple had engaged in (fuck, no!). Emma found herself, instead, running up and down the lawn with Brian to get dry. Unrestrained her boobs bounced around and she caught Brian looking, indeed very clearly watching her bouncing breasts in the moonlight and it had predictable results.

"Up and down like a yo-yo aren't you, Brian?"

Restraining them in her hands was an odd way to run but seemed a solution. Never in her dreams could she have imagined running in the dark naked on a lawn holding her boobs and with a naked Brian by her side and being able to see in the moonlight his erection bouncing up and down as he ran. She could not get over what a little thing it was - barely three inches tall and not at all thick. Wait until the girls heard that!

Running up and down certainly aided drying but Emma was not as warm as she had been. Perhaps it had not been such a good idea to go swimming. The couple had warmed themselves with copulation and had clothes to get back into afterwards. Well, she was not going to do that - neither copulate nor, alas, get into clothes!

The reception, if anything was busier than before. The bar was immediately off it and the overspill from it was all around the reception area. There must have been almost one hundred people in there. It would have been too awful to contemplate just walking in naked. They looked longingly but did not take a step nearer.

Emma shivered.

"You're none too warm." Brian put his arm around her. She stiffened but he clearly meant well. It was sensible. They walked to keep warm and in the moonlight found a summerhouse sort of affair, open on one side but with a wooden seat. They sat together. It was strange but as they sat there they, near as dash it, cuddled. Not to Emma in a sexual way but in a companionable way for warmth. She pressed herself close. It was warmer for both that way. The more skin that touched, the warmer they would be. They knew they had time to kill before the reception might empty and leave just a night porter. They talked.

It was surprising. Sitting there in the dark Emma found Brian remarkably easy to talk to. It came as quite a surprise. He was a much better listener than she would ever have expected.

After a time, she found herself talking about her boyfriend. His usual flippant and jokey persona was put away and he listened and asked questions. It was good to talk, good to unburden. It more than passed the time.

It must have been an hour later when Brian speculated whether perhaps a window was open somewhere on the ground floor of the hotel and they might be able to get into somebody's empty room and grab towels and get out into the corridor. Probably unlikely but the prize would be the ability for one to go to reception for a key as if the locking out had only just happened.

Out into the moonlight once more and back towards the hotel. No luck on the service side, no luck on the reception side but on one of the garden sides of the hotel a window was indeed a little open. But try as they might it would not open more than three inches. A safety stayed in place. It was not enough to permit a person, even a naked person, to enter. They stepped back and looked at it.

"Bugger," said Brian.

"Bloody nuisance. It would have been so simple and...."

And actually, they would have been caught in someone else's room. The door into the room from the corridor opened and the light flicked on. Had Brian and Emma found the window opened easily they would probably just have got into the room and been caught in the sudden illumination. Perhaps the improbable explanation would have been accepted with laughter... perhaps not.

It was two people, no sooner had the door closed than they were kissing, kissing with passion. It rather suggested another affair though it might have been the actions of a couple **** to get away and be alone together. Already the man's hand inside the girl's dress cupping a breast. It was a dress to be admired. A black sleeveless dress with straps across the girl's shoulders. The girl was tall, willowy and blonde and the dress's slinky blackness was as perfect upon her as on a model. Emma was impressed. She was also impressed by the man. Well over six foot and handsome with it, his blue jeans hugged a nice tight bottom and the crisp white shirt and suede jacket gave him just that air of casual sophistication Emma liked. The white shirt so contrasting with his black skin. She would very much have liked to be on his arm for a date!

"We'd better move - they might see us." Emma whispered. Indeed, worried Suzie, someone else might see them in the light coming from the window.

Brian, however seemed fascinated by what he was seeing. Indeed, his miniature penis had risen again. He did seem easily stimulated! Suzie pulled him by the hand and they retreated across the lawn. Perhaps just in time, for the man came and pulled the curtains shut. Even with the glass acting as a mirror with the light of the room he might have seen Brian and Emma outside. The curtains, though, were not fully drawn.

"Let's take another peep. It's something to do."

Emma had not really taken Brian to be a Peeping Tom; perhaps it was only the circumstance; and she was intrigued herself to see more, which made it a bit difficult to criticize him!