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THE PRACTICE BED

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Copyright Oggbashan March 2003
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author
of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are
imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not
intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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INTRODUCTION

I was standing in the middle of a large sitting room in Pimlico wearing nothing but my best underpants. I was facing an old fashioned hospital bed that had been pulled to the middle of the room. Stood around it were four young women dressed in student nurse uniforms from the 1950s, with calf length hems, black stockings, starched aprons, headdresses and cuffs.

At that moment I knew that I had been set up and I was about to lose my bet. The attitude of the four women convinced me. They knew I had no chance of winning. How had I got myself into this?

CHAPTER 1 DOVER

It started just after I had taken some friends across to France. They were a group who were to play at a club in a Parisian suburb for a few nights. Their van had broken down but they had been able to arrange to be picked up in Calais. I took them from Pimlico across to Calais and met the French van.

I had agreed to take my friends mainly because they paid me but also because I wanted to take my new vehicle a run. I had recently bought it from my brother who was getting married. It was a customised van that he had modified to be a passion wagon. He had fitted it out beautifully and I had coveted it for months. He had only just completed the conversion when he met his future wife. Now he didn't really need it so I bought it for a bargain
price and a promise to help them decorate their new home.

I had enjoyed the run to Dover and the ferry trip to France but now it was the early hours of Sunday morning and I had to drive back to London through a torrential downpour. I left Dover's Eastern Docks through the town because the usual route was blocked by an accident. I was approaching the roundabout that leads to the hill out of Dover towards the A2 when I saw four burdened figures trudging along. As I looked I realised that the four were not only female, they were young women and very wet. Even if they were just going to the top of the hill they might appreciate a lift. I stopped just ahead of them, turned on the inside light, and leaned across to lower the nearside window. A face appeared.

"Want a lift?" I asked.

"Yes please!" was the instant reply.

"Hop in, then."

Four girls climbed in. Three spread across the fitted seating and one sat beside me in front. I noticed that all had their hair plastered flat on their heads. I pointed to the back of the van.

"You'll find dry towels under the washbasin in the toilet. You look as if you need them."

"Yes, please."

The towels were grabbed and there was furious drying of hair. I kept the van stationary with the heating on full.

"Where are you going?" I asked the girl beside me.

"London."

"London? In this weather?"

"Yes. We are on duty noon tomorrow or rather today. We went to France for the day but missed our ferry and then the train. We had to hitch and we were going to start at the top of the hill. How far are you going?"

"I'm going back to London. I've just taken some friends to France, now I'm going back home. Where are you going in London? It's a big place."

"Pimlico" answered a voice from the back seat.

"Then, ladies, you are in luck. I'm going to Pimlico too."

I turned off the inside light and started up the hill. The van pulled away smoothly as if the weight of four extra people was not worth noticing. My old car would have had trouble doing a hill start with five on board.

I was curious. Four girls living in Pimlico who had to be "on duty" in the morning. I made a guess.

"Are you nurses?" I asked.

"Yes," said the girl beside me. "We work at (name omitted) Hospital."

"You do? And you live in Pimlico? Were you there as student nurses?"

"Yes" was the puzzled reply from my side.

I made a big jump in my thinking.

"Does your flat have a practice bed in the main room?"

There was a silence for several seconds. Then a voice from behind spoke.

"How did you know? We don't know you, do we?"

"No. But the elder brother of one of my friends was engaged to a student nurse at your hospital. They are married now with a family but he told me about the practice bed."

"What did he tell you?" The voice sounded wary and suspicious.

"Just that it was a prominent feature of the main living room and the student nurses used to use it to practise making beds properly. Apparently it has been there through many generations of student nurses. That's all I know."

I detected some relief around me. What didn't I know about that bed? There was silence as I turned at the top of the hill and headed towards London. I turned the headlights on full and increased speed. There were no other vehicles around but I kept the speed down to a steady sixty miles an hour (100kph). Even at that speed it was possible to talk without shouting because of the sound insulation my brother had built into the conversion.

We talked in generalities as I drove. I learned that they were all qualified nurses and that soon they would be splitting up in a couple of months to find their own places in London. Their flat would be passed on to a new intake of student nurses in September. I was beginning to separate them by their voices. I couldn't see much of them because I had to concentrate on my driving. I didn't even know their names and I hadn't mentioned
mine.

CHAPTER 2 MOTORWAY SERVICES

The driving rain made the wipers work hard and I had to watch out for pools of standing water. My eyes were getting tired so I suggested that we stopped at the service area on the M2. There was a whispered discussion before they agreed. The woman beside me added:

"We can't afford to buy anything there because we had to pay an extra fare to get back from France. We're cleaned out until pay day next Friday."

"In that case, ladies, allow me to offer to buy you a warm drink at least."

I was feeling cash rich because my friends had paid me well for running them to Dover. I could afford to buy a few drinks at least.

That caused another whispered consultation before they accepted.

I pulled into the service area and we got out under my large golf umbrella. As we entered the foyer I had my first real look at the four of them. To be fair, they weren't looking their best. They were bundles of damp clothing, their hair had been hastily dried and their make-up was showing signs of wear and heavy rain. They
rushed into the Ladies room like frightened rabbits bolting for their burrow.

While I waited I searched my wallet. As I thought I had some two for one vouchers for the burger bar. With those and the cash from my friends I could treat them all to a burger meal with their drinks.

I didn't recognise the first to emerge from the Ladies until she walked up to me.

"Hello again," she said. "I'm Marie. The others won't be long."

I gulped. Marie looked stunning. Earlier her brown hair had been stuffed into a baseball cap. Now it spread over her shoulders in soft waves. She had repaired her make-up. Her face which I had not really noticed before was now beautiful. She was still wearing the same crumpled clothes but they were filled by a very desirable woman.

"Hello Marie, I'm Simon."

"Hello Simon."

Her voice was a low contralto. It made my spine shiver. She had been the one sitting beside me in front of the van. This wasn't fair. I'd picked up four anonymous young women and now that I had seen one of them for the first time I thought I was falling in love. If Marie could look so gorgeous, would the others be a disappointment?

Marie spoke to me. She had to repeat what she said because I was still recovering from the shock of her changed appearance.

"Simon," she said "I asked what you do for a living."

"Sorry, Marie. I'm a System Analyst. I work in Victoria."

"So you can walk to work?"

"Yes. It isn't easy to park the van in London so I leave it at home."

She was about to say something when one of her friends came towards us.

"Hi Alex," said Marie. "This is Simon, our driver. Simon, meet Alexandra."

My jaw dropped and I must have looked stupid. Alexandra was not a disappointment. She was a natural redhead with a cute freckled face. Her hair was cut close to her head framing a pert face with an uptilted nose. Her breasts strained at the buttons of her damp coat. When I lifted my eyes from her assets she was smiling at
me.

"Hello Simon, lost your voice?" Alexandra asked.

"No." I faltered "No, Alexandra, I'm just recovering from the transformation scene that you two have managed in a few minutes. I brought some bedraggled waifs here. Now ..."

"Now you see us as we really are," Marie interrupted "We don't usually look like bedraggled waifs."

"You might regret those words," added Alexandra "You haven't seen the other two of us yet. You may have a shock."

"I've had two shocks already," I replied "I hadn't realised that I'd picked up such a load of delightful women."

Marie looked at Alexandra. They giggled.

"We are just hard working nurses, Simon," said Alexandra. "We are not models."

I was about to reply when another woman joined them.

Alexandra said "This is Simon. He is complaining that we don't look as we did when he stopped for us."

"I should hope not," the woman replied. "I never look my best when I'm soaked through. Hello, Simon. I'm Jayne."

"Hello Jayne." I replied. How many more shocks could I take? Jayne was a natural blonde whose straight hair swung alluringly around her face. Whenever she moved the curtains of her hair caressed either one side of her face or the other. It was hair that I would like to explore with gentle fingers. Then she surprised me. She kissed my cheek, brushing her wonderful hair against my face. I felt my skin pale.

"Don't tell me," Jayne said "You two haven't said thank you to Simon properly, have you?"

"No, not really," said Marie "but now you have started ..."

Marie kissed my left cheek. Alexandra kissed the right, pressing her breasts against me.

"Can I join in?" asked another voice. "I seem to missing something."

Then I was kissed full on the lips while Marie and Alexandra rested their hands on my arms.

"Why do I always have to show you English girls how to greet a man properly?"

"Ignore that, Simon," said Alexandra. "She is only half-Italian but tries to pretend that she is a hot blooded Mediterranean man-eater. This is Gianetta."

"Hello Gianetta," I said.

"Well, Simon? Are you a gentleman or not?" Gianetta asked.

I just goggled at her. Gianetta had gleaming black hair and high cheekbones. Even if she was only half Italian she had the right looks to be a starlet in a Roman epic film. Before I could get my brain in gear, Marie solved my dilemma.

"Gianetta means that you should kiss her back. She always wants another kiss."

I kissed Gianetta. That seemed a good idea at the time. Then Marie kissed me, I kissed her. Alexandra followed, then Jayne showed that English girls could kiss as well as half-Italians.

Marie said "Now that we are properly introduced, Simon, I'd love that warm drink if it is still on offer after you have seen what we really look like."

"If you want, I can do better than that." I showed them the two for one vouchers. "With these I can afford burger meals for all of us. Tempted?"

"Yes!" came the chorus.

Alexandra added "Yes please, Simon. We haven't eaten since yesterday. I'm famished."

So we had burger meals. I ordered six meals because it was the same price as five. The sixth meal was shared between the four of them.

CHAPTER 3 THE BET

I left them for a while to wash my hands. When I returned they had obviously been discussing something.

"Sit down please, Simon." Marie asked. "Have you told us all you know about the practice bed?"

It seemed an odd question. I thought hard about it. There was nothing else.

"Yes. I've told you all that I know. I haven't forgotten anything. I was just told that the bed was in the flat and was
used to practise bed-making."

Marie looked at the others. I detected a nod or two.

"Then we would like to make a bet with you."

This was interesting. I would like to see these four again. I was too excited by the chance of a closer relationship to think clearly. Whatever the bet was, I could not turn it down.

"What bet?"

"We bet you that we could make the bed so effectively that you would not be able to get out of it in say ten minutes."

"What?"

"We will make the bed around you. We have practised so well that you will not be able to wriggle out of the bed once it is made."

Marie explained. "The bet is that you will be unable to get out of the bed inside ten minutes."

"What do I win if I succeed in getting out of bed?"

"You win four evening meals, each cooked by us. Gianetta is fantastic with Italian food. The rest of us are reasonable cooks."

"And if I lose?"

"Then you have to do whatever we want for the rest of the evening. Even if you lose you will still get a meal but just whatever we are having for dinner that evening, not a specially cooked meal."

"I accept the bet. When?"

Marie looked at the others.

"Friday night?"

The others nodded.

"Are you free this Friday evening, Simon?"

"For you ladies, yes. I am free."

"OK. Can you please come early that evening, say 6 o'clock?"

"Yes, Marie, I can do that."

"Then that is settled. One last thing. We don't want the sheets made dirty so you would have to strip to your underpants. So it might be an idea not to wear old saggy Y-fronts."

This was getting better and better. The warmth in my groin was almost unbearable.

"I understand, Marie."

I didn't really. They were working to a well-rehearsed plot that several generations of student nurses had used. I didn't know that I had been set up as their victim.

That was it. We climbed back into the van. I drove them to Pimlico and delivered them to their flat. I drowned in a sea of farewell kisses which made me determined to be back with them on Friday evening. I drove the short distance to my flat in a rosy haze.

CHAPTER 4 THE NURSES' FLAT

All week my dreams were full of four incredibly attractive young women. The week seemed very long until Friday afternoon. I rushed back from work for a shave and shower. I loaded a bag with three bottles of the wine I had brought from France and a few other personal items.

Marie opened the door of their flat. I did a double take. She was dressed as a 1950s student nurse, not a present day one. She had a pink candy-striped dress with a full skirt falling well below her knees. Her white apron, her cuffs and the massive intricately folded headdress were starched. Her feet were in sensible black
shoes and the black stockings emphasised her shapely legs. I stood and stared. Marie's hair was hidden under her cap but the overall effect was stunning.

"What ...?" was about all I could manage to say.

"Hello, Simon. Do you like my uniform?" Marie twirled around making her skirt flare out widely.

"Y...yes!" I spluttered. "But why?"

"It is part of the event. Come on in."

Marie took my bag from me and put it down in the hall. I followed her to the large living room. It had three windows that would look out to the street but the curtains were closed. Against the opposite wall were two three seater settees. The famous bed was prominent in the centre of the room. Marks on the carpet showed
that its head was usually against the wall between two of the windows. Beside the bed were Marie's flat mates, Alexandra, Jayne and Gianetta, also wearing the 1950s uniform. Gianetta came over to me and kissed me. I kissed her back. Then Marie claimed me. Jayne's hair didn't swing against my cheek this time. Like the
others, her hair was up under her starched cap. Alexandra kissed me last. Her hair hadn't needed to be put up and its red seemed even brighter against the white of her cap.

Marie was asking me something. I disentangled myself from Alexandra's kiss.

"Put that woman down!" Marie teased. "What I said was, would you like a cup of coffee before we find out whether you win or lose?"

"Yes, please. I am still puzzled by the way all of you are dressed. Why the 1950s look?"

Marie left towards the kitchen but Jayne answered my question.

"This bed has been here since at least the 1950s. This is probably the last time that we four will use it so we thought that we would make a big production of this evening - not just for you but for us as well. We have hated this bed as we struggled to get bedmaking just right. We have loved it because we have had fun with it. Soon we must pass it on to another class of student nurses so we decided to celebrate what it has meant to
us. You have given us one more opportunity to test our skills. Since it is an old bed we thought we would dress appropriately. We had four 1950s uniforms so here we are. It is sometime since the four of us have made the old bed together. I hope we haven't forgotten how. You will find out."

"I think that the bed is older than the 1950s, perhaps 30s or even earlier than that." Alexandra added "There are very few like it left in the National Health Service or anywhere else. The tradition is that one of the student nurses in the 1950s just could not learn how to make a bed to Matron's standards. She was in real danger of failing to become a nurse so her Daddy bought her this one to practise on. It must have been assembled up here in the flat. There is no way it could have come up the stairs or through the windows. So here it has stayed. It still works very well."

"Works?" I queried.

"Oh yes. It has attachments for traction and suspension. They are stowed underneath. The head lifts up on a ratchet to prop the patient's head and shoulders. There are side rails that fold up to hold a restless patient in. There is even a stand for attaching drips or enema bottles. In its day it was a very expensive bed."

Marie came back with the coffee. We sat on the two settees. I looked warily at the bed. Gianetta noticed.

"It won't bite, Simon. None of the attachments are in place. We will just make the bed as it is meant to be made. It won't hurt."

I laughed nervously.

"No, Simon, it won't hurt you," said Marie in her wonderful contralto voice that caressed my ears "and we won't hurt you either. We are very grateful to you for bringing us back from Dover, and for feeding us when we were starving. Whether you win the bet or not you will have at least one evening to remember us by."

Gianetta snuggled up beside me. I should have known that Gianetta would be one of the two beside me. Whether it was an act or not I already expected Gianetta to be close to any available male.

Gianetta whispered in my ear. "You WILL enjoy yourself, Simon. So will we." Her apron rustled as she moved closer to me. She kissed me on the cheek. "Now it is time for your strip tease." She took the empty coffee mug from my hand.

"Hold it, Gianetta." Jayne ordered "We don't want to embarrass Simon. He can strip while we turn our backs."

So I did. They moved to stand two each side of the bed facing the curtains. I stripped to my underpants and folded my discarded clothes on the settee. I stepped away from the settee and stood in the middle of the room.

"I'm ready now" I said. They turned to face me. This was where I started this story. These four women knew something I didn't. They KNEW that I would lose the bet. The look on their faces was expectant without any hint of concern that I might win.

CHAPTER 5 THE BED IS MADE

"Please come here, Simon," Marie asked.

I walked across to the bed.

Marie picked up a pile of bedding.

"As you will see, these are just ordinary sheets and blankets. Have a look."

I looked at them. Marie's speech reminded me of a magician preparing to set up an illusion. She continued and the similarity to a magician's patter got stronger.

"There is nothing unusual about the mattress or pillow ..." she paused "except that the pillow is strapped to the head of the mattress. That is to stop it sliding when the patient's head is elevated. OK so far?"

I nodded.

"Then we will cover the mattress to get ready for you."

The four of them spread a blanket over the mattress, tucked it in and followed with the bottom sheet. There was nothing unusual about the blanket or sheet nor their bed-making. The sheet was the normal type designed for hard usage in a hospital.

"Right, Simon," said Marie. "On you get. Just put your head on the pillow, lie straight with your arms by your sides while we make the bed around you. Jayne will elevate the top of the bed to thirty degrees so that you can see what we are doing."

I got on the bed, lay down, and Jayne twirled a handle to the side of the bed. The pillow rose smoothly so that I could look down my body towards my feet.

"Don't worry, Simon," Jayne whispered in my ear "just lie back and enjoy yourself."

The four of them covered me with the upper sheet which they tucked in with crisp hospital corners. It was tight across my shoulders and the upper fold was just under my chin. I was held firmly but I was still comfortable. Two blankets were spread and tucked in. The only slightly odd sensation was that my head seemed sink further into the pillow. The pillow rose beside my cheeks as the sheet and blankets were tucked in. My view to each
side was blocked. I could see Jayne who was to my left, and Alexandra to my right but only from their breasts upwards. I could not move my head to see further because the pillow had moulded itself around me.

Marie and Gianetta were at the foot of the bed neatly making the hospital corners on each layer of bedding. Thinking back later I realised that I had lost sight of Gianetta when Marie threw a bedspread over the top blanket. When the bedspread was pulled smooth I felt more constriction over my body than seemed justified by additional light weight.

Marie joined Alexandra and Gianetta stood beside Jayne.

"There you are, Simon. You are in a well made bed. Just before you attempt to win your bet ..."

Alexandra leant over to kiss me. The others kissed me.

CHAPTER 6 THE BET IS LOST

Marie lifted the watch pinned to the top of her starched white apron.

"Simon, your ten minutes start..." she waited presumably for the next complete minute "...Now!"

I started to move my arms up towards my shoulders. I couldn't. The sheet across my shoulders was too tight. With all my strength I just managed to get a couple of fingers to touch a shoulder blade. I scrabbled with my feet to push my body up the bed. The smooth surface of the sheet prevented me from exerting any real pressure. I humped my hips and pushed. The sheet pulled my shoulders back down. I arched my neck and pressed back with my head. The pillow gave a little but the angle of the bedhead stopped me from getting anywhere. Within the first few seconds I realised that I had no possibility of getting out of the bed by the top. There was only one way left. I would have to get my head under the bedding and work my way out to the side or foot of the
bed. Just before I made the attempt to pull my head down I looked at the four women standing beside the bed. Their amusement showed that they knew I could not succeed. I tried to move down but the sheet jammed under my chin. If I had carried on the sheet might have strangled me. I stopped trying and rested my head back on
the pillow.

"You win," I panted "I can't get out."

Marie looked at her watch.

"Only forty-five seconds. Are you sure you want to give up?"

"Yes. I knew I had no chance as soon as you made the bet."

"You did?" This was Alexandra. She sounded annoyed.

"Yes."

"Then why did you accept the bet, Simon?" she asked.

"Because I wanted to see you four again and accepting a bet that I knew I would lose was the only way I could think of."

"But we could do anything to you, now you have lost and are helpless," she said in a puzzled tone.

"Yes. I trusted you four. I may be wrong but I thought whatever you wanted to get from the bet was a price worth paying for the opportunity to meet you again."

Marie sat on the bed. I looked up at her. Her hand reached out and stroked my forehead.

"I said that we won't hurt you. We won't. But you agreed that if you lost the bet that you would do whatever we want this evening. You knew that. Since you say you knew you would lose you came here willing to surrender to us. Are we that desirable?"

"When I picked you up, no ..."

Alexandra interrupted "I haven't forgiven you that remark about "bedraggled waifs". You will have to pay for that."

"No he won't," said Jayne "We were bedraggled waifs then. He picked us up, gave us towels, drove us all the way home and even fed us. We owe him gratitude. Carry on, Simon."

"... but listening to you, and then seeing you after you had visited the ladies room, I wanted to meet you again. For all I know you may all be married, or have steady boyfriends, but perhaps one of you isn't attached at the moment ..." my voice tailed off as they smiled at me.

"You are in luck, Simon." Marie said. "None of us are attached at the moment. The boyfriends couldn't stand the odd hours and our odd insistence that passing examinations was more important than them. You might have had your pick of us but I think it more likely that one of us will choose you. Now you have to endure the
consequences of losing the bet. We sorted out who goes first some time ago. Jayne won. To make you pay close attention you have to decide how each one of us is not wearing the complete 1950s uniform and how each of us is are cheating. Over to you Jayne."

ACT ONE

CHAPTER 7 JAYNE

Marie got off the bed and Jayne sat down on it.

"Each of us will give you at least one clue about the uniform."

Jayne unpinned her headdress, took it off and passed it and the hairpins it Marie. "We were all wearing the correct headwear but not any longer."

Jayne shook her head and her blonde hair fell about her face. She swung her legs up and her face came down to mine. The blonde hair framed her face and then ours as her lips covered mine. Her tongue wriggled inside my mouth as her body wriggled across mine.

I responded as best I could but I was still tightly held by the bedclothes. Jayne pulled her head back and moved up. My face was scratched by the starch on her apron bib. She lifted herself to her knees then lifted one knee then the other as she pulled her apron, skirt and white petticoat from under them. She held the bundle bunched up to her waist then raised it higher. My eyes opened wide as I realised what she intended to do.

"No ..." I started to say as black tights over her blue cotton pantied crotch swamped my face. Jayne pressed forward and down hard over my nose and mouth and I was deprived of any chance of breathing. Her hands worked her skirt behind my head pulling my face deep into her. I felt her panties becoming damper as she
puckered her lower lips. She eased back slightly allowing me to take a full breath and enjoy her natural perfume before crushing me back against her. She repeated this over and over until my senses were swimming with shortage of breath and the enjoyment of her scented warmth. Eventually she sat back on my chest and
dragged her skirt off me. I suspected what was wrong with her uniform.

As she moved back she confirmed my suspicion.

"Was it tight for you in there?" Jayne asked.

I wanted to say that I knew how she had cheated but her hand covered my mouth pressing down hard.

"Simon. First, you are not allowed to say "No" to anything we do to you. Second, we do not want you to answer the question about how we have cheated on the uniform until after we have all finished this round on you. The other three will try to make you forget any answers you might have found. OK?"

I blinked. Jayne's hand was so firmly holding my mouth that I could not nod.

"I'll take that as agreement."

I looked away from her face and back under her skirt. Even through her tights, the hairs peeking out around the damp blue cotton panties matched her head. Jayne was a natural blonde.

"Like what you see?" she asked pulling her hand away from my mouth.

"Yes. Especially the blonde ha..." I was stopped in midflow as Jayne rammed her hips forward against my face. I was smothered again by damp tights and panties. She stroked her cotton slip around my head as I panicked about lack of air. There was no way that I could dislodge the seal of damp nylon and cotton over my
face. I felt the pressure as my body fought for the air it was denied. At last she rocked backwards and I dragged breath into my protesting lungs. I panted as she brushed her lips over my gasping mouth and climbed off the bed.

CHAPTER 8 ALEXANDRA

Marie's face appeared.

"Are you OK, Simon?"

I nodded weakly.

"Jayne's gone off to change. When you are ready it is Alex's turn."

I realised that I had been unable to move my head to avoid Jayne's pantied muff. Although I could lift my head I could not turn it away. The pillow was moulded so that I was held as firmly as if my head had been locked into a smother box.

Marie's head withdrew. Alexandra's freckles replaced her. Alexandra was smiling at me. Was she going to make me "pay" for "bedraggled waifs"? I flinched as her hand moved towards my face.

"Don't worry, Simon, I won't hurt you. I promised Marie that I wouldn't."

I relaxed. Alexandra's hand stroked around my lips and a slim finger insinuated itself between my lips. I sucked it as she climbed on the bed. She slid her finger out.

"Do you like to suck?"

I nodded warily.

Alexandra straddled my body. She unpinned the bib of her apron and let it fall to her waist. Then she unbuttoned the bodice of her uniform dress and pulled the pink candy-striped material aside revealing a white cotton bra. Her freckled breasts bulged above it dangerously as she reached behind her back to unclasp
the bra. Her breasts fell forward. They were freckled all over their upper side but creamy white below where the sun had not caught them. She squatted on all fours with her heavy breasts dangling over me.

She lowered a breast towards my waiting mouth, pulling back so that the partly erect nipple just brushed my lips. Then she swung the breast against my cheek with a hefty slap. While I vainly tried to reach her breasts with my lips she slapped the sides of my face with her swinging breasts. I felt as if I was losing a pillow fight as I was repeatedly buffeted by her soft globes.

Then the swinging stopped. A breast gently lowered into my mouth. I opened wide to accept the offering. My mouth was totally stuffed with breast but more pressed down covering my nose and eyes. I was breath-starved again and gagging on a massive mouthful. Alexandra propped herself on one hand while she held my
head tightly against her. Before I reached the panic stricken state that Jayne's clamping muff had produced, Alexandra pulled away. After I'd taken a single breath her other breast gagged me into impotent silence. I was held for a few seconds before I was allowed to breathe again.

The two breasts spread either side of my face. My mouth was buried in her cleavage but she pressed a finger into her soft bosom to leave an airway to my nose. I rolled my eyes up towards her smiling face.

"Like them?" she asked.

I tried to speak into her cleavage but no sound came out. I blinked and extended my tongue to lick between her breasts.

"Mmm. Do some more."

She pulled away slightly. I slid my tongue over as much breast as I could reach. She moved around so that I could lick further. At last I'd covered the whole of her breasts. I nibbled tentatively at her nipples which were now standing fully erect.

Then her breasts moved away. She dropped her apron's bib across my face while she sat back and refastened her bra before buttoning up her bodice. Then her hands outlined my face through the apron before she stuffed my mouth full of soft white cotton.

"Your gag should give you my clue," she said before she pulled the apron out of my mouth. She repinned the creased bib to her dress then lifted her skirt.

"Now it is time for you to go diving again."

Her blue panties filled my vision contrasting with the white cotton petticoat and the black stockings. As she moved towards my face I was fascinated by a glimpse of the red hairs escaping around the gusset of her panties. They were an even brighter red than the hairs on her head. Alexandra rubbed her panties over my
face without cutting off my breathing. I was able to appreciate the subtle scent of her sex which grew stronger as she rubbed. I rolled my tongue against the silky insides of her thighs and kissed whenever I could. Her panties became almost wet with the amount of her secretions as she pressed against me. I could have
continued my confinement under her skirt for a long time but she uncovered me and her body moved down and away.

She kissed my lips saying: "Don't run away. I'll be back soon."

CHAPTER 9 GIANETTA

Marie was back.

"Still surviving? It is Gianetta's turn now. I've told her to be gentle but she doesn't always listen. I'll be here to stop things if she gets too carried away."

"Me? I wouldn't!" Gianetta protested.

"You would. We promised not to hurt Simon. We won't even if I have to drag you off him."

"OK, Marie, I get the message loud and clear."

Gianetta's black hair swept over my eyes. She swung it clear before her tongue thrust deep into my mouth probing and poking everywhere. Her tongue seemed as wriggly as an eel as she ****d my mouth. Then she changed tempo and her tongue moved slowly and deliberately. It came out of my mouth and wandered all over my face even tickling inside my ears before her teeth nibbled my earlobes.

Gianetta's hair was sweeping over my face as her tongue explored. The black hair was not as fine and silky as Jayne's blonde curtain but there was so much of it, wonderfully smooth and glossy. My head was completely covered with her scented tresses.

She rolled about my body as she used her tongue. Each time she moved there was a rustle from her clothing. I could feel that her apron was heavily starched like Jayne's but why did Gianetta's clothing make so much more noise? I soon found out.

Gianetta straddled my shoulders and flipped up her skirt and layers of taffeta petticoats. She brushed my face with her petticoats over and over again before leaning forward and burying my head in them. Her hands wrapped them around me, constantly moving and deafening me with the repeated rustle. With my head
hidden inside the sensuous fabrics and pinned between her stockinged legs I felt myself becoming erect and there was nothing I could do about it.

Gianetta stopped just before I came. She lifted her petticoats high, showing me her blue panties. They seemed such a contrast to the feel of her petticoats that I regained my composure. Voluminous blue cotton panties did not fit with Gianetta's image as a sultry Mediterranean siren. I didn't laugh but her impact was lost. She swamped me in blue cotton and I had to grab a breath whenever she let me but her moment had been missed.
Finally she held my head deep between her legs. Her female scent was strong and exhilarating but I would rather have had her mouth and raven tresses than be lost between her legs. I had to pant for breath when Gianetta dismounted. Despite bringing me closer to a climax she had not had as much overall impact on me as Jayne or Alexandra. I would like to have more of Gianetta's wandering tongue. She had not displaced the effect of the other two.

"Was I too noisy, Simon?" she asked. "That's my slip of a clue."

Yes, she had made a slip. She had not realised which of her actions had affected me most.

CHAPTER 10 MARIE

Marie's face appeared again.

"Only me left now, Simon. The others are changing for the next act. Are you ready for me?"

Yes, I was ready for Marie. Her voice still thrilled me. Why did Marie's voice have such an effect?

Marie lay on the bed beside me. Her head was at a higher level on the pillow looking down at me. A hand gently traced the outline of my face.

"Did you expect anything like this, Simon?" Marie asked quietly.

"No. I expected to be asked to do the washing up, to fix some DIY problems, even to do the ironing, but not this."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Disappointed! No! I've had a wonderful time so far ..."

"We haven't finished with you yet, by a long way." Marie interrupted. "We haven't gone very far. You haven't even wet the sheets, have you?"

I blushed.

"Have you?" she insisted.

"No. But I came close once."

"I know. Gianetta's swishy petticoats nearly caused an eruption, didn't they?"

"How did you know?"

"I've been watching you all the time. You started to arch your back just before Gianetta panty-smothered you. If she had been aware just how close you were she would not have stopped until you were drained. What stopped you?"

"Should I tell you? Shouldn't I tell Gianetta rather than you?"

"I would not recommend telling Gianetta anything that helps her to seduce you. She does fairly well without any hints, don't you think? So what was it? You can tell me. I won't tell her."

I felt that I could trust Marie. I don't know why. Maybe it was her voice or perhaps that she had not attacked me as soon as she got on the bed.

"It was her panties."

"Her panties?"

"Yes. The blue cotton panties seemed so out of place with Gianetta's role as a man eater. They are more like a schoolgirl's passion killers than anything I'd expect Gianetta to wear."

"That would amuse her. She didn't want to wear them. We had a hard time persuading her to change only one item on the 1950s uniform. That is my clue to you. Each of us has only one change from the regulations."

"Then I can guess what item you have changed."

"You can? Are you sure, Simon?"

"Yes, Marie, I am. I'd even bet on it."

"You would? You lost your last bet, remember?"

I remembered very well but I hadn't cared whether I had lost that bet or not. This one might be important.

"I know that I lost the bet about the bed but I expected to."

"OK. What is the stake this time?"

"If I win, I want to take you out for an evening."

"Me?"

"Yes, Marie, you."

"I won't accept that stake."

"Why not?" I was worried now. I wanted Marie. I liked the others but I was finding I had more interest in her.

"Because you don't need to bet. I accept your invitation."

She leant over and kissed me lightly on the lips, then continued: "If you win your bet, I'll make a special dinner just for the two of us."

"And if I lose ...?"

"You will have share the meal with whoever else is in the flat that evening. There would be at least one other of us. But if you win - then just you and me."

"OK. That seems a reasonable exchange. Shall I tell you what is different about your uniform?"

"Yes."

I paused for a few seconds. Marie looked down at me.

"I expect to have an introduction to your panties very shortly."

Marie nodded, a smile beginning on her face.

"And those panties will NOT be regulation blue cotton ones."

She flung her arms around my head and kissed me hard. Then she whispered in my ear "You've won the bet. Want to see?"

Before I could answer she straddled my shoulders lifting her skirt and petticoat. I looked between her legs at a pair of glossy black silk French knickers.

The knickers gradually slid towards my face slowly but implacably. They filled my field of vision and then blotted out the light as my head was gently held against them. They were so light that I could feel the individual hairs of Marie's bush and the gradual parting of her lips. My tongue pushed the silk between her lips and then her legs wrapped behind my head, clamping me in place as she rocked her full weight forward. My nose sank deep into her.

The black silk covered the whole of my face sticking like a second skin. Until she unlocked her legs I was unable to move or to breathe. I held my breath as long as I could but then I shook my head. Marie released me at once. I panted much harder than I had under Jayne but I wanted more. It wasn't the French knickers.
It was Marie and Marie's scent. My face seemed to belong deep between Marie's legs. I wanted to be there again. I moved my head as close as I could.

"You want more?" she asked.

"Yes, please, Marie."

I got more. Her legs whipped round me like striking snakes. I was jammed deep against her and held tightly. I hadn't had time to prepare so I was starved of breath almost at once. I held on as best I could but Marie relaxed her pressure just before I had to ask. I gulped once or twice before she struck again. Marie kept pulling me into her sex and letting me go just before I passed out. Each time I came close, so close, to a climax but Marie was
reading my body like an expert. I was drifting away into a blissful dream of scented imprisonment when Marie drew further back leaving me covered by her skirt. I vaguely heard voices above me then Marie pulled her skirt off me.

"It is time for a coffee break. Are you ready for one?" she asked.

Coffee? I thought. What did I want with coffee? I wanted to drown in Marie not coffee. I shook my head.

"You are getting a break anyway," said Jayne's voice far away "Marie has been taking more than her fair share. She has had you for as long as the rest of us put together. We need you in good working order for the next part of this evening's programme."

Marie climbed off me, revealing the heads of the other three.

What was the next part? Could I stand much more?

INTERVAL

CHAPTER 11 BREAK FOR COFFEE

Jayne spoke first.

"We are letting you get up now, Simon. Remember you have to do whatever we want this evening. That is the result of losing your bet."

"Yes, Jayne, I know."

As Jayne spoke and I replied I felt the pressure of the bedclothes gradually slackening. Jayne pulled at the sheet. To the other side Alexandra untucked the bedclothes. Then they whipped the sheet and blankets off me. The sudden draught made me shiver.

"Cold, Simon?" Alexandra asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it is the change from being covered to being exposed that made me shiver."

"We can't have you shivering, can we?" Alexandra asked the others who chorused "No!"

"So we'll make sure you don't get cold. We'll wrap a sheet around you to keep you warm. Roll over to one side, Simon." That was an order from Alexandra.

I rolled towards her. I felt a sheet pushed against my back. Alexandra pushed me towards Jayne who held me while the sheet was pulled through. Then four pairs of hands wrapped the sheet around me and tucked me in until only my head was showing. How they did it I do not know, I was wrapped so tightly that I couldn't get
out and all they had used was a large sheet.

The four of them picked me up as a bundle and carried me over to a settee where they propped me up. Jayne sat beside me with her arm around my shoulder. The other three left the room.

"I was set up again, wasn't I, Jayne?" I asked.

"Of course you were. We are sneaky and devious. Haven't you noticed?"

"Yes, I suppose I have, but I don't mind. You are just playing with me, aren't you?"

"I suppose we are," Jayne replied then became more serious, "But we are also having a farewell celebration. This is the last time we'll be together and able to do the things we did as students. Next week we start changing shifts and we are unlikely to be free all at the same time without a lot of planning. The trip to France was the last weekend we had available."

"So I'm an excuse for a party?"

"No, Simon, we are doing this to you because we like you, and we wanted to say "Thank you" to you. This evening would not have been possible without your co-operation. You walked into our trap with your eyes wide open, didn't you?"

"Yes. I knew I'd lose the bet. You four were too confident. Has any man ever won?"

"Yes. Several men have but only when the student nurses tried it before they were ready. If the bed isn't perfectly made then the man can get out fairly easily. We four have had too much time with the practice bed. Your chance of success was effectively nil. But you knew that."

"Yes, I did."

"So you trusted us. We liked that. We discussed what we would do this evening and decided to make it enjoyable for all of us, including you. You have enjoyed it so far, haven't you?"

"Yes, Jayne. I wasn't prepared for everything but I'll never, never forget this evening."

"It isn't over yet. After the coffee break there is Act Two. Have you noticed that we have changed?"

I looked down Jayne's body.

"I can see that you are wearing a very long full skirted dress. Marie hadn't changed but Gianetta and Alexandra also had floor length skirts, not as full as yours. I had only a brief glimpse of them before they left me here."

"We aren't fully dressed yet. You'll find out after the coffee."

Marie came back. She was dressed in present day nurse's uniform. She had a short sleeved blue dress belted with a silver buckle, but the whole effect was very simple and practical.

"No coffee yet?" Marie asked.

"It's coming!" said Alexandra as she came from the kitchen.

I looked at her. Her grey striped dress seemed to have a train behind her, dragging over the floor.

Gianetta brought the coffee on a tray. Gianetta's dress was similar to Alexandra's but the skirt was slimmer without a train.

Jayne pulled hard at the sheet, unwrapped my upper body and released my hands and arms.

"There you are, Simon. You can handle your own cup. As soon as I've drunk mine I have to finish dressing for Act Two."

"We will have to be quicker about Act Two than we were about Act One or the dinner will be overdone."

"OK, Gianetta. We know." Jayne replied. "You should have time when it is Marie's turn."

"Not if she takes as long as she did in Act One." Gianetta retorted.

"All right, Gianetta. I'll be good this time" Marie answered.

CHAPTER 12 SCENE CHANGE

The coffee break had not been long. Jayne had gulped hers quickly and went into the bedroom followed by Marie. Gianetta sat beside me.

"I really am worried about the timing of dinner, Simon. I take a pride in my cooking."

I nodded. What could I say?

Gianetta took my cup away and kissed me.

"Alex? Shall we get it now?"

She and Alexandra pushed the practice bed back against the wall then left the room, returning seconds later with a double mattress which they put on the floor.

"Simon. Lie down on the mattress, please, after we have spread your sheet on it."

I stood up, unwrapped the sheet and gave it to Gianetta. She and Alexandra fitted the sheet to the mattress. I sat down on the mattress and stretched out.

ACT TWO

CHAPTER 13 JAYNE

"Jayne?" Gianetta called. "We are ready for you."

I turned my head towards the bedroom door. Jayne swept in in a very wide crinoline. Her long skirt had ballooned out to an enormous width. Over it she had a long white apron that extended over her shoulders with embroidered cap sleeves. Her blonde hair was covered by a deep poke bonnet. She was carrying an unlit
hurricane lamp.

I laughed "Miss Florence Nightingale, I presume?"

"No, sir, just one of her followers" Jayne replied as she knelt down beside me in a billowing mountain of skirts. She handed her lamp to Gianetta and untied the bow holding her bonnet under her chin.

Jayne leant forward until her face was above mine. She passed the ribbons of her bonnet behind my neck and pulled. Her face came closer towards me and my face entered the front of her bonnet. She opened her lips and we kissed. The ribbons were tied behind my head so that we were fixed with our lips in contact. We kissed
hungrily for a long time before other hands untied the bonnet and lifted Jayne away from me.

"There were advantages in these bonnets, Simon,"

"I can appreciate them now, Jayne."

"Now for the next part of my scene. Ladies, if you please?"

My arms and legs were grabbed. Jayne stood up and deliberately stepped astride my body. Her crinoline swept over the whole of me.

My arms were spread out horizontally. Each wrist was tied to the lowest hoop of Jayne's crinoline with wide ribbons. My ankles, slightly apart, were tied to the same hoop. I felt this because I could not see under the dome of her heavy skirt. I was suddenly aware that Jayne was kneeling down. She sat on my chest. I felt that her legs were in soft pantaloons. Then I gasped as she moved up my body. Her pantaloons had nothing between them but silky skin and that skin was sliding towards my face!

Her bush brushed over my chin and then settled over my mouth. I writhed in my bonds as a small protest but my tongue was reaching out to enjoy what was presented to it. I licked and rolled my tongue around. This taste was much better than coffee.

Jayne's crinolined skirt heaved around me as she ground my face between her legs.

All too soon Jayne lifted off me and stood up. I was still attached to her crinoline and completely hidden under her skirt. Hands reached in to release my wrists and ankles from Jayne's crinoline but I was retied. My ankles were lashed together and my hands were tied to my sides with a ribbon circling my waist. Jayne stepped off me and I saw four faces smiling down at me.

"Did you like being under my crinoline?"

"Yes," I whispered.

That was greeted with delighted giggles.

"See you later, Simon. Over to you, Alex."

CHAPTER 14 ALEXANDRA

"Hello again, Simon. You should have realised by now that we are giving you a historical fashion parade of nurses' uniforms. We started of with the 1950s. Jayne was mid-Victorian. I think all of us could have played some interesting games under our crinolines particularly as knickers were optional. I am going to
dress as the 1890s but I have to strip my lower half first. You won't mind will you?"

"No," I said expectantly, "I won't mind."

I won't mind - I'd like it but what could I say?

Alexandra unbuttoned her skirt at the waist and dropped it to the floor revealing pantaloons like those I had felt under Jayne's crinoline. They were just two tubular legs tied to a waistband. They left her red bush bare. My eyes nearly popped out to the amusement of the others.

"Yes, Simon, I am a natural redhead. But you knew that already. Do you like it?"

Alexandra wriggled her fingers through her pubic hair.

"Yes ... " I gulped.

"That's a shame because you are going to enjoy a different part of me. Marie?"

Marie lifted me to a kneeling position. I felt something cradling the back of my head and sweeping down my back. It felt like Jayne's crinoline because I could feel stiffeners through the silk.

"In the 1890s the bustle was fashionable." Alexandra said.

She turned her back on me. She pushed her buttocks into my face. Marie or one of the others held my head as Alexandra buckled the waistband of her bustle. My face was forced into the crack between her cheeks. That was bad enough but other straps were tightened around my head pushing me down before a strap around
the back of my neck tilted my face upwards. I was harnessed to her arse with my nose shoved into her puckered hole.

As the bustle was pressing my body to the back of her legs I could still see upwards to her waist. Then a heavy white silk slip dropped over me. I still was aware of light which was cut off as her heavy skirt covered everything.

I was breathing her scent. I was grateful that Alexandra was absolutely clean. If she wanted to fart I was in the direct line of fire. I could not hear anything around me through the layers of bustle, waist slip and skirt.

To my horror Alexandra started to walk. I was dragged along behind her. I tried to shuffle along on my knees but with my ankles tied I couldn't. My knees slithered over the carpet. Her buttocks waggled my face from side to side.

Alexandra turned sideways. I couldn't follow but hands around her skirt pulled me back in line. I felt something pushed against my back.

Alexandra sat down!

I was squashed between her buttocks and whatever piece of furniture was behind me. Her buttocks spread over me and cut off my breathing. She rocked backwards and forwards a few times before she stood up again.

I was aware of the light as her skirt was lifted. Her heavy slip uncovered me and hands unfastened the buckles on her bustle. I emerged red-faced to be held from falling by Marie.

Alexandra dropped her slip and skirt back in place before kneeling in front of me.

"Did you like my other assets, Simon?" she teased before kissing me. "I wanted to wear my bustle back to front but you had already met my red bush, hadn't you?"

"Only when covered by cotton passion killers, Alexandra," I gasped "Not as closely as I have been introduced to your other assets."

"I know how to use them, even if Gianetta thinks I don't do enough with them."

"I'm not sure I would survive much more intensive contact with them. I have enjoyed your assets so far. Thank you."

"Sure you don't want another session with my bustle?"

"Not now, thank you. I'd like to live until tomorrow."

Alexandra brushed her hand over the top of my head.

"You still have to survive Gianetta and Marie this evening. Perhaps I'll let you meet my naked bush another time."

"Yes, Simon, it's my turn next," Gianetta cut in. "Are you ready for me?"

"I'm not sure that I'll ever be ready for any of you four, but yes, Gianetta, I'm ready."

"See you later, Simon," Alexandra said, swinging her un-bustled train as she swept out of the room.

CHAPTER 15 GIANETTA

Marie was still holding me otherwise I would have fallen over. Gianetta walked in front of me. I looked up at her expectantly.

"Well, Simon, can you date my uniform?" she asked.

I looked at her dress's skirt which was much narrower than Jayne's or Alexandra's. Over it she wore a full length apron with a plain wide shouldered top.

"I think about 1910 or so."

"Good. Now what sort of skirt was fashionable then?"

"I have no idea. Straight ones?"

"No. They had a special name. You'll find out soon. Before that..."

Gianetta unfastened her apron at the waist and moved very close.

She lifted the apron and pulled it down over me. Marie pushed me from behind. I fell against the open bodice of Gianetta's dress. Her breasts were covered by a thin silk blouse. Marie's hands held my head in Gianetta's silken cleavage. Gianetta tied her apron again and wound her arms around my sheathed head. She wriggled her breasts in my face. They were unfettered by a bra. They were a wonderful combination of firm and yielding. She pushed them in from the sides cupping my face. Then she pushed an erect nipple between my lips. I licked and nibbled as she pressed me tight against herself.

She moved me to the other nipple before she untied the apron and let me fall backwards into Marie's waiting arms.

"Now, with Marie's help, I'll show you what the skirt's name is."

Gianetta tugged her skirt and silk petticoat up. She sat down on the mattress and leant backwards. Marie lowered me forward between Gianetta's slightly spread legs. Gianetta took a last hitch at her skirt and exposed her white silk panties. Her hands guided my face to the gusset of her panties.

Gianetta's silk panties were so much better than the regulation cotton ones that she had worn for Act One. I didn't think I could survive uns**thed this time. She arched her back and pulled her skirt and petticoat down over her buttocks but then she did not stop. She kept pulling until my head, shoulders and torso were
tightly sheathed in her petticoat and skirt. When she couldn't reach any further Marie's hands continued to pull at the skirt.

"Now, Simon, this a hobble skirt. It restricts the wearer's stride. This one is adjustable with a strap just above the
ankles. Marie will show you how it works."

Marie's hands were busy under the skirt. Then I felt the skirt tighten around me just below my tied wrists. I was bagged in Gianetta's skirt. Even if I had my hands free I could not have got out from this tight sheath of silk petticoat and heavyweight skirt.

Gianetta rolled us over so that I was underneath her. Her panties tightened across my face as her weight pushed down on me. Then she started rocking on me. I was thrust against her silk covered bush then released as she rocked back. I could feel her getting more and more aroused as she continued to rock. I, too, was
getting aroused by her rhythmic movement. I tried to gasp as my underpants were pulled down - at the wrong time - on Gianetta's downward thrust. My gasp was stifled inside her.

Then Marie, it could only have been Marie, rolled a condom down my erect shaft. That soft touch was nearly my undoing. Apart from the enjoyment of my imprisonment against Gianetta's thrusting body, the soft touch of unseen irresistible hands was making me lose all my efforts at control.

I gasped against Gianetta's rapidly dampening panties. As she felt my warm breath she increased her pressure. My head swam with her scent, her taste, her thrusting weight. On a backwards rock Gianetta's hands slipped behind me head. Now I had no relief at all. I was tight against her at all times. I could not breathe.

Almost at my last breath Gianetta relented, allowing me a quick gasp. As she swallowed me again my condom covered erection was suddenly sheathed in a woman. Marie had impaled herself on me. That did it! I shuddered with an instant climax banging my head on the mattress and ramming my hips upwards lifting Marie up in
the air. Above me Gianetta moaned. As I came she transferred her full weight to my face by bowing her body upwards.

Immediately afterwards Gianetta took her weight on her hands and lifted her bush so that I could breathe again. I sobbed for air through her damp panties. I felt so warm and satisfied with Marie still holding my diminishing erection and Gianetta pressed against me. We stayed in that position for what seem like hours of bliss but really could only have been a few minutes.

Marie's hands fumbled with the buckles of Gianetta's skirt. Once the skirt was loose, Gianetta pulled herself up and away from me. I slid out, covered in sweat. In the open I looked at Marie who was still astride my hips. She smiled at me.

"We decided that I'd get in on Gianetta's scene rather than have my own. I hope you don't mind?"

"Don't mind? You two are a devastating combination. I can't thank you two enough."

"I'm glad you included me in your thanks, Simon," said Gianetta.

She lay beside me and pulled my head to her breasts.

"I had the hardest work to do," she mock-complained "Rocking like that is a strain on the back muscles. All Marie had to do was drop herself at the right time. It was the right time, wasn't it?"

"It was. I couldn't have stayed conscious much longer. I was smothered by your silk panties."

"They are much better than cotton, aren't they?" Gianetta teased.

"Yes, and you ..."

"I what?"

"You perform wonders when wearing silk." I finished.

Gianetta stroked my cheek.

"Thank you, Simon. We aim to please. Now I must leave you with Marie. I have to finish the dinner. We have timed it just about right. I think Marie can keep you amused for the next few minutes. She is holding part of you that guarantees that you will stay put, isn't she?"

Marie tensed her vagina around my tool.

"I am, aren't I, Simon?"

"Yes. You have my complete attention."

"Not quite. This part isn't at attention yet."

"Have a heart. It does take a few minutes."

"Oh well. I suppose I can make you the dessert course at dinner but until dinner's ready I'm not letting go."

Marie squeezed me again.

Gianetta laughed.

"I don't think you need any more lessons from me, Marie."

"Thank you, teacher. Now please leave the pupil to practise. It is the only way to sustain my improvement."

Gianetta kissed me again.

"I'll leave you to my pupil's practice session, Simon. Enjoy it."

She stood up and left for the kitchen.

CHAPTER 16 Marie and the Shower

Marie contracted her muscles around me me again and again leaning forward and stroking her hands across my chest.

"Paul." Marie's sultry contralto brought me out of my blissful reverie. "Paul." she said again.

"Yes, Marie."

"Gianetta always underestimates the time it takes to finish her cooking. If you want, you have time for a shower. I like this position but you might want to clean up before dinner. What do you say?"

What should I say? Marie was holding my reviving erection inside her. That I liked but I was drenched in sweat. I didn't want her to dismount yet a shower had attraction as well.

"I like it as I am but ..."

"... but it would be pleasant to cool off? I'll understand. This won't be your only chance with me. I'll make your mind up for you."

After a final contraction Marie climbed off me and released me from my bonds. She helped me to stand up and led me by the hand to the bathroom.

"Marie?"

"Yes Simon."

"I left a bag in the hall. Could you get it for me, please?"

"Of course. Stay there."

I adjusted the shower to the right temperature. I peeled off the condom and dropped it in the waste container next to the toilet.

Marie returned with my bag which clinked as she put it down.

"In there I have four bottles of wine that I bought in France. Some of them might go with dinner. Can you take them to the others, please?"

"Yes, Simon, but then I'm going to wash your back. I won't be long."

She wasn't. I had just stepped under the shower when her hands