The Skiing Trip 6 to 8

The Skiing Trip Chapters 6 to 8

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The Skiing Trip part 6

The morning went pretty much as I had expected it to. Liam had ensured that no alarm was on so Mr Stephenson again woke us. He waited until the last second before the teacher got to me to get up to maximise my worry. But today, instead of letting him leave immediately, Liam started to have a chat with Mr Stephenson and told me that I should be allowed to have the first shower today as he’d gone first every time. I was, again, frozen with fear but sat up hoping to buy some time. Liam said that he wanted to show Mr Stephenson something on the mountain and they went out to the balcony so I legged it as fast as I could hoping that I would get to the bathroom in time. The door was open and someone walked past – I was sure that she saw me – but at least it wasn’t anyone I knew. I had a shower but then found that there wasn’t a towel so I again shook as much water off as I could and listened carefully. I couldn’t hear them talking and hoped that the door would be closed as Liam was still in his pyjamas so slowly went out into the room. Fortunately, I was right.

That morning, Liam told me to out onto the balcony while I was still wet. It was even colder but at least it was for only a few minutes. Fortunately, I had learnt and put my glasses on so at least I could see properly. After he was dressed, Liam reminded me that I wasn’t allowed to cover up in the room, pushed the door and darted off.

When I got into the room, I found that the main door was open again as I had half expected. However, my clothes were in a pile in the doorway as well. I darted over and went to pick up my clothes when I heard the laughter start. About 5 girls from the school were walking along the corridor just as I got there and stopped to look in the open door. Liam was standing behind them – I bet he’d told them to come along just then. I had already been seen so bent down to collect my clothes and tried to close the door but it was stuck – he had blocked it from closing by stuffing something underneath the door. I was just going to get back to the bed area as that was out of view of the door and get dressed but then Liam piped up “You should close the door before you get dressed. Give you clothes to one of the girls to hold so you don’t get them creased up.”

To their surprise, that’s exactly what I did. I knelt down to free the door which, of course, gave them even more time to look at my naked body. After it was free, I asked for the clothes back but instead of giving them to me, she ran over to the stairwell and threw them. Now I was stuck. Liam was no help, he just stood there laughing. I asked them all to go and collect my clothes but they said no and wandered off, one shouting behind her “Just put something else on instead, freak.” Little did they know, of course, that was not an option for me. I assumed that Liam wouldn’t want to help but asked him anyway. Of course, he was none replying that he wasn’t sure what help I would need in carrying some clothes. He then also reminded me that the teachers would be out and about soon, herding us all down to breakfast.

There was nothing else for it. I ran straight to the stairs and fortunately found that they were only down half a flight or so and not right at the bottom. I picked them up and was running back towards my room when I suddenly stopped. The door was closed and Liam wasn’t to be seen. I knocked in the door but there was no reply – I didn’t even know for sure if Liam was in there or not. Just then, some other kids from school came out of their room going to breakfast. They stopped in their tracks almost pissing themselves. I mumbled that Liam had locked me out for a joke and, as quickly as I could, started to get dressed. Now, it was obviously impossible for me to get dressed without giving them an eyeful. They also thought it was hilarious that I wasn’t wearing any underwear and insisted on yanking at my trousers as we walked down to the restaurant.

At least I could pull them back up quickly but after I had collected my breakfast, one of them gave my trousers a quick yank again. I just dived at the table I was closest to and recovered myself after putting down my tray. While I was eating, I saw Liam at another table and he gave me a thumbs up. The only saving grace was that none of the teachers had caught me.

After another great day of skiing, I was sent out to the balcony again but allowed to keep my T-Shirt on and told to sit up. It was again strange when Mr Gillan came out onto his balcony but he then realised that he had locked himself out and told me to go and get him some help. I told him that I too was shut out but he asked me to knock and ask Liam to let me in so I could get help. I was stuck – what else could I do? I pivoted on my backside and knocked on the window. Liam came up to the window and shrugged his shoulders. I shouted through the glass about the situation and he started to laugh. Mr Gillan was becoming impatient so I knocked again and asked him to go and get help but instead of that, he propped open the door and shouted out that I should. Now, how to get in without being caught? I looked pleadingly at Liam but he just walked away back into the room and then the bathroom.

I didn’t know what else to do. I was totally stuck. So I just got up and went into the room as quickly as I could but heard Mr Gillan shout my name and to come back out NOW. I glanced around but couldn’t see any trousers so poked my head back out hoping that would be enough.

“Are you wearing anything other than your T-Shirt?”

“Yes, of course I am Sir.” I replied

“Really, I was sure that I saw your bare bottom flash by a second ago. Get out here properly, please”

I was frozen. I was just about to fully expose myself to my teacher. Then I felt Liam behind me lifting my leg and then the joyful feeling of fabric. He quickly lifted my other leg and pulled the boxers up as I went out onto the balcony.

“Oh, I see, you’re sitting out here in your pants?”

“Yes, um, er …”

“Well, I think it’s a bit cold out here for that. Stop whatever game it is you’re playing. At least you’re wearing something, I was sure I saw skin but maybe not. Anyway, go and get Mr Stephenson he’s only down the hallway.”

I turned to go back into the room and whispered for trousers but Liam said no, I should go as I am because then Mr Stephenson would know it was an emergency. I peered around the door and luckily the corridor was empty. I ran up to Mr Stephenson’s room and knocked on the door. He was surprised to find me without trousers but said that he would go and let Mr Gillan back in. I thanked him and darted back to my room.

Liam was creased up with laughter, not least as he wouldn’t let me in straight away. When I did get in, I had a shower and then found the boxers had been hidden but my oversized trousers and a short-ish T-Shirt were ready for me to put on.

The Skiing Trip Part 7

He spoke to me as I was getting dressed. “Now, yesterday, Sophie and Kate saw your cock and I had to go and sort it out for you so you wouldn’t get in trouble. I hope that you’ll be grateful. Anyway, I have come to an arrangement with the girls so they will keep quiet.”

“Thank you, but what ‘arrangement’?”

“It’s easy – they just want to sit at our table again. In fact, when we get down there, I’ll even carry the trays over today you just go and sit in the same chair as yesterday and save the table for us.”

I was suspicious that was too easy but he wouldn’t tell me anything else. I sat at the table and stopped anyone else taking the seats. When the girls and Liam came over, they dropped the bombshell.

Sophie spoke first. “Liam came and told us yesterday that you were just fulfilling a dare that he had given you which we do understand. We were though, of course, shocked and our sweet little eyes shouldn’t have had to see that.”

Kate piped in now, “but we will keep quiet if you agree to take three dares from us.”

I didn’t like where this was going.

“The first dare is easy and we think you’ll like it. All you have to do is give me your trousers while we eat dinner.”

I was stunned. “What…I couldn’t …what do you mean?”

“Well, you were happy to sit there yesterday as no-one can see you behind the table so you’ll be fine.” Kate said

Then Sophie piped up, “and if you don’t, we’ll just go and tell the teachers what you were doing yesterday.”

I glanced to Liam who just nodded at me.

“OK, but you have to give them back to me in time to go back up to our rooms”

“That’s a deal” said Kate with a smile on her face.

The trousers slipped down easily enough – I didn’t even need to bend down too much just raise my buttocks slightly. I then kicked off my feet and over to Kate. She knocked her fork on the floor and went down to collect it and my trousers at the same time. She then told me that she was sitting on them.

I was so pleased that these tables had table cloths on – at least I was covered but it was the scariest meal of my life. Kate, who was sitting opposite me, kept using her feet to make sure that my legs were spread widely and, as yesterday, several things were knocked on the floor so they could go to collect them.

At one point, they even sat there having a conversation with Miss Gibbs, another of the teachers on the trip. I was sitting there, nude from the waist down, with my female teacher only feet away chatting away.

The worst part, though, was after the meal was finished. Slipping the trousers down was one thing but now I had to get them back on! Kate slipped them onto the floor and kicked them over to me. I had no choice – I had to bend down. I knocked my knife onto the floor and bent down. I got them over my shoes as fast as I could and pulled them up with me as I went. As they came into view, however, I realised that they were the wrong way round – the fly was at the back. It was hard enough to do once so I couldn’t take them off to do again. Another factor, of course, was that everyone was now getting up as the meal had finished. I raised my buttocks slightly and pulled them up. Luckily, I had left them fastened earlier when I pulled them down otherwise I’d have also had to fiddle behind me, closing the button and zip.

When we stood up, it was very obvious that my trousers were on backwards and everyone who noticed laughed. There were several comments along the lines of me needing my mummy to get me dressed properly. As quickly as I was able, I went into the toilets and turned them round in a cubicle.

The girls were waiting for me when I came out, obviously pleased with the way everything had gone. They told me that Liam wanted me to go back up to the room but we were going to use the elevator to get there. With my previous experience of walking up the stairs, I was quite pleased to be using the lift. The girls told me that they had heard that I like to take my shirt off after eating so I took it off and gave it to Kate. Sophie then told me that the key rule was that I was not allowed to touch my trousers at all when we were in the lift. To make sure that I played along, she told me that they would be kind at dinner the next day and let me keep my trousers on but if I didn’t, I would need to take them off again and they would be sat at a different table.

As soon as the doors closed, Sophie pantsed me. They also ‘forgot’ which floor I was on (2) and pressed the button for the top floor. The lift started to shoot upwards but at least it was only us three in there. I very nervously awaited the doors opening at floor 8 but fortunately there was no-one there. Kate then pressed floor 1 so we zoomed back down again. This time, there were other people waiting to come in (at least they weren’t from our school). Some laughed, some tutted, 4 came into the lift. Now I was really stuck, how strange would they think it was that I just stood there with my trousers round my ankles but hopefully just put it down to teenage high jinks. All 4 wanted to go to the ground floor so we went back down to where we started. Of course, there were lots of people milling around including some from our school. None came into the lift but I was convinced that I had been spotted again. We then went up to floor 7 and then Kate pressed every button so we would be stopping at every floor on the way down. Just before we got to floor 3 (where their rooms were) they told me that Liam would be waiting at floor 2 and would tell them if I touched my trousers before I left the lift. Sophie also decided that she wanted to keep my T-shirt.

So, they got out at 3 and then sent me down. I knew that lots of pupils from our school were staying on floor 2. I’d been lucky at floor 3 so hoped that I would be again at 2. I wasn’t lucky.

The doors opened. Not only were about 2 kids from school hanging around in the corridor, Miss Gibbs was standing at the doors waiting to use the lift. Her face was a picture when she saw me. Initially, I was totally frozen and just stood there.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Imagine how it looked – I was in the lift on my own with no shirt on and my trousers round my ankles with everything on display.

I quickly covered myself and said that it was just a dare and that I was sorry. She accepted that but told me not to do it again and to pull my trousers up. She was then totally shocked that I waddled out of the lift before pulling them up.

“NOW,” she yelled.

“Yes Miss, sorry Miss.” I said as I bent down to pull them up. “Please don’t tell anyone else.”

“Look, I know what it’s like being on a school trip. Just don’t do it again and we won’t have to say anything else about it. Besides – I think you’ve punished yourself enough looking at the faces of all these other pupils!”

“Thank you Miss.” I said as I darted towards my room, face as red as anything.

Liam, as the girls had promised, was there and seemed impressed that I had done what I was told. He also quipped that I had just had a good practice for later on when I would be doing exactly what I had asked to do, strip off in the town centre. He did, however, think that a bit of time out on the balcony would be a good idea as I was so red that I must be too hot.

He closed the curtains so I was out there left alone with my thoughts. God, at least half of the group must have had at least a quick glimpse of my privates by now and there was still 2 days left of the trip. I also realised that the challenges Liam has set for me were getting progressively worse so god knows what else was to come. At least, on the whole, it had been glances more than having the chance to examine me. Oh, and of course Miss Gibbs had caught me with my trousers round my ankles but at least I covered myself up with my hands pretty quickly. And surely later on Liam would play fair and I would just quickly strip and then get dressed again. After about 10 minutes, Liam left the room again so I was totally stuck until he got back.

He came back just before it was time to meet the coach to go to the town. He showed me my clothes and I was surprised to see boxers. I quickly got dressed and then we met everyone at the coach.

As we were driving along, I started to feel very itchy. I tried to squirm on the seat a bit to get some relief but none came. I didn’t really want to start grabbing at my crotch so sat very uncomfortably. Luckily, it was only a 10 minute drive. When we got off the coach, Liam and I split off from the main group and found a secluded spot. I started grabbing and scratching my crotch and even put my hands down the front of my pants.

“Hey up, excited about stripping off are we?” Liam laughed.

“I don’t get it, I’m really itchy!”

After he’d managed to stop himself laughing, he told me that he’d put itching powder in my boxers and I could always get them off and then use some snow to cool everything off. I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten that I’d put itching powder in my case fully intending to do this exact thing to him. I knew that I was going to have to strip anyway – I suppose the itching powder was some sort of insurance policy that I would actually go through with it – so whipped them and my trousers off quickly. He wouldn’t let me get down in the snow until I’d taken off my coat, jumper and t-shirt as well but when I did, it felt so good! While I cooled off, he threw my powder infested boxers into some bushes and put the rest of my clothes into a carrier bag he’d brought with him. So, I was now in a corner of what turned out to be a park wearing nothing but my shoes and socks. Liam ‘graciously’ allowed me to keep those on. But then he said that we aren’t really in the town centre just yet so we needed to get there. Luckily, there was a gate nearby that wasn’t lit. Liam went though the gate and down an alleyway on the opposite side of the road. I followed on behind, but waited in the bushes until the coast was clear.

The alleyway led to another and another. In fact, the town seemed to have a fairly good network of alleyways running all the way around it. We got to a point where we obviously were in the centre of town. Liam told me wait where I was telling me that he just wanted to check that I couldn’t be seen. When he came back, he said that I was totally hidden from view. I told him that I had taken my punishment and could he give me my clothes back.

It was then he showed me his empty hands. He no longer had the bag with all my clothes in!

“You’re not in the actual centre yet, that’s over there. If you go to the end of the alleyway, you’ll see the shops and the high street. There is a bin next to a café, you’re clothes are next to that bin.”

“You can’t expect me to go and get them from there!” I extorted. “There’s no way I won’t get caught.”

“Sorry Phil, but this is what you asked for, to strip off in the centre of town. It’s not my fault if you actually stripped outside the town centre. Now, the coach leaves in about 30 minutes. As the bag is next to the bin, I’d go and get it soon if I were you otherwise who knows what will happen to it.”

I was caught again. I couldn’t just go straight back to the coach without any clothes and Liam was walking away waving at me. I started to panic again which wasn’t helped when I saw someone walking towards me down the alley way. She tutted and shook her head, and then slapped me round the back of the head mumbling something foreign that I couldn’t understand.

I had no choice, I couldn’t just stay there. I was alone, naked in a foreign town. How did I keep letting myself get into these situations?

I crept to the end of the alley way trying to keep in the shadows. When I was as close to the end as I dared to go, I surveyed the scene. I could see a café with a bin outside and there was the bag. People were milling around everywhere. There was another alleyway opposite. I didn’t know what else to do so just went for it. I ran as fast as I could around the people towards the bag covering my genitals with my hands. I blocked everything else out but just knew that all of the people could see my butt – at least I could cover my dick. When I got to the bag, I went to pick it up but found that he’d tied it to the pole upon which the bin was situated. I tried untying it to start with but realised this was just making my exposure last longer. I ripped the bag open, grabbed my clothes and ran for the new alleyway. Carrying the clothes meant that my torso was now covered but I didn’t have a hand free to cover my bouncing dick and balls.

Once at the end of the alley, I put my clothes back on. Then I realised that I only knew one back to the coach, along the alleyways and through the park so I had to go back out onto the street that I had streaked along moments before. I just had to hope that no-one would recognise me. I felt awful as I crossed the street, convinced that everyone there had seen so much more of me moments earlier. I got to the original alleys as quickly as I could and headed back for the park and then the coach.

Liam was pleased that I was dressed. I moaned at him a lot on the way back to the hotel in whispered tones. He just sat there and took it, he didn’t say much past that I had asked to do it.

When we got back to the hotel, there was still about an hour before we had to go to bed. We went up to our room and I stripped off as I knew I supposed to. He sent me out onto the balcony and then left the room. I was surprised that he came back just a few minutes later. He opened the door and told me that as I had been so ungrateful as to moan at him when he was only doing what I had asked him to, he had invited our friends back in to our room and they were on their way. He was prepared to leave the curtains closed but I’d better stay quiet if I didn’t want to be caught. Also, I knew I had to hope that no-one wanted to open the curtain for any reason.

The next 45 minutes or so were awful. I could hear them talking so I knew I had to be silent else they would hear me. Every time I heard voices close to the curtains, I tensed up, sure that they were going to open. I also had to just pray that no-one wanted to come out onto the balcony for any reason. The wind had gotten up so it was really cold and there was no way for me to get to Liam for any help. It was a thoroughly awful time and I didn’t even know how much longer I would have to endure it for.

At one point, I saw the edge of the curtain start to move. I was sure this was it. There was nowhere to hide. More-or-less the whole width of the balcony was taken up by the door and full length window. I knew that I was doomed but fortunately it didn’t move more than an inch or so. I concluded that it was probably Liam trying to scare me (which he was successful in doing!).

At last, they all went and Liam let me in. The temptation to hit him or moan was very strong but whilst sitting outside in abstract fear, I’d decided not to just in case. Instead, I thanked him for letting me strip off in the town centre as I thought he’d like that. He found that very funny. I crawled into bed again knowing that even more people had seen my nudity.

The Skiing Trip Part 8

As you may expect, Liam had turned the alarm off once again. Mr Stephenson came in to wake us up, moaning that he’d had to get us up every day. I was expecting Liam to let Mr Stephenson get close and then save me but instead he piped up when Mr Stephenson was still barely in the room.

“I think Phil should get up today,” he mumbled, “I’ve got up every day.”

Mr Stephenson agreed that this seemed fair and told me to get up. I was sure I glanced a quick wink from Liam. I was feeling stuck again. If I didn’t get up quickly, Mr Stephenson would come and whip the duvet off me. Thinking quickly, I stood up and brought the duvet with me. It would have been obvious that I was shirtless but hoped that the duvet would cover my nudity.

Liam then piped up again. “Mr Stephenson, I know that we are supposed to go to breakfast but Phil was telling me last night that he feels sick when we ski as he’s too full up from eating breakfast but he was too embarrassed to tell you. Is it OK if he doesn’t come down?”

Now I was annoyed for 2 reasons. Liam knew that I was naked and would want our teacher to get out of the room as quickly as possible but also that I would be hungry all morning. “Is that true, Philip?”

I didn’t know what else to do apart from agree, hoping that would get rid of him quicker and not wanting to piss Liam off. “Yes Sir, that’s right. Please can I stay up here instead of going to breakfast?”

Mr Stephenson wanted to check that I was OK and called me over so he could feel my temperature. I assured him that I was fine but he was insistent. Deciding that it was probably better not to annoy him, I opted to do what he said and so had to walk across the room, avoiding tripping over the duvet by my feet, trying to keep my nudity concealed. I stopped a little shorter than might be expected to have one’s forehead felt but fortunately, he extended his arm rather than stepping toward me. He felt my forehead and confirmed that I felt OK and said that if it was making me feel sick then it would be fine to stay up here instead of coming down for breakfast. With that, he left and Liam almost pissed himself laughing. Obviously, holding the duvet in front of me left my backside totally exposed so I’d just had a conversation with my teacher and then he’d felt my forehead with my ass sticking out! I, however, found it much less funny.

He told me to shower and be very careful to dry well. As I expected, when I came out of the bathroom I was ordered onto the balcony. Liam showered and went down to breakfast, very kindly leaving his watch at the window. I knew that I would be out here for nearly an hour overall with showering, dressing and eating time. When he came back up after eating breakfast, however, he didn’t let me straight in. Of course, I thought, he had to get my clothes out without letting me see where the padlock key was. There was still a good 20 minutes until we’d need to be downstairs for the coach so I wasn’t overly worried, just cold.

What did shock me, however, was that he then left the room again. Surely he wouldn’t try to leave me out here all day? I kept looking at the watch. I’d already been out here for over an hour. We needed to meet the bus in 15 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes!

I heard the door open and Liam let me in to the room. “A nice long stint out there this morning, you should feel very refreshed.”

“Bloody frozen more like!”

“Well, you’d better get dressed quickly”

I set to and was surprised to find a white pair of boxer shorts. I eyed them suspiciously but he promised me that there was no itching powder in them as he left. I popped them on along with everything else and shot downstairs. I was told off for being a bit late but it was nothing major.

Skiing with my cock and balls a bit more supported in the boxers was much more comfortable and I was feeling generally happy. Even with everything that had happened at the hotel, I’d still had a great time skiing. If anything, I was getting more attention from the girls.

After lunch, however, there was another curve ball that I hadn’t been expecting…

During the afternoon, the staff wanted to get some photographs of the group having fun – and they were quite happy for some silly shots as well. Apparently, it was a tradition on these trips. Afterwards, we would have a snowball fight up on the mountain. It all sounded good. As we were eating, Sophie, Kate and Liam came and sat with me. With chatted away until Sophie suddenly said, “Phil, we are going to give you a choice. You can either use your final dare from us now or at dinner later. At dinner, it will be to come down wearing only your trousers, no shirt and then you will have to take your trousers off again but you will have to stand up to ask for your trousers back at the end of the meal. If it is here, you just need to take part in the photos this afternoon with slightly fewer clothes than you are wearing now, we won’t even ask you to get naked.”

Taking the dare now seemed a better option. Neither seemed good but later I would be standing in the restaurant totally naked and now they’d promised me that I wouldn’t be nude. I could just refuse all together but with Miss Gibbs catching me in the lift and plenty of other kids to back up their story, I knew I’d get into serious trouble if they told the teachers what they had seen. There was also the small matter of the camera that I hadn’t been able to find.

I agreed to take the dare during the afternoon. They squealed with delight and told me to make sure to follow their instructions.

The photos were going well, lots of rather silly things were recorded on film. Liam even took off his coat and unzipped his sallopetes and skied past to be photographed, then went past again lifting his jumper and undershirts so he was photographed with his belly exposed. I was confused. The teachers seemed to like Liam’s idea as it hadn’t been done before but why had Liam taken the chance on doing it instead of making me.

“Phil, take off your coat and do the same as Liam has just done.”

I agreed but instead of cheering me along, the two girls and Liam moaned that I had just copied him. Now I was even more confused. Then it all became too clear…

After they’d made sure that everyone had seen that I was just copying Liam, they told me to take my jumper and undershirts right off and ski past totally topless. There was a bit of a queue by this time but I did what they asked and went to back of the line of people waiting to ski past the teachers. The cold was biting but I had gotten used to dealing with it out on the balcony so I wasn’t as worried as others might have been. The other kids, however, were getting very interested in my shirtlessness. I skied past and the teachers looked a little more worried than they had done with Liam earlier but congratulated me for being brave enough to take it a step further. Behind Mr Gillan, however, as he spoke to me was Sophie who was mimicking taking her sallopetes off. The realisation hit me like a train.

“Mr Gillan, can I, um, well, go past one last time but this time just in my boxers?”

“What? No, of course not, we were a surprised that any clothes were coming off at all. We can’t have even more coming off now can we?!”

Embarrassed, I started to stammer as Sophie was still behind him with her arms crossed and shaking her head, then she mouthed “Dinner” Snapping to, I continued, “Oh go on Sir, I’m not worried and surely it’s my choice isn’t it.”

Liam then helpfully piped up, “Sir, Philip is probably too embarrassed to tell you but he sometimes goes on naturist holidays with a group he belongs to. It’s probably just something to do with that – you don’t want to discriminate against his views do you? And, of course, wanting to be more daring than me.”

“I don’t know, but I suppose you were out and about in your underpants yesterday weren’t you? Well, go on then, if you’re sure. I don’t want to be accused of anything…” He trailed off and went back to the other teachers as quickly as he could.

Sophie then shouted really loudly, “No way, he’s not is he? Phil’s doing what?” which of course made everyone look over towards us and stopped me from being able to back out. Resigned to my fate, and pleased that I wouldn’t be totally nude, I sat down and took my ski boots and socks off then stood up and took down my sallopetes and then my thermal underwear leaving me in just my white boxers. You can imagine the cat calls and laughter that created.

With as much dignity as I could muster, I put my ski boots back on and trudged up the slope past everyone, put some skis on and skied down past the teachers with cameras. Hoping that would be enough, I turned to go back to my clothes but Miss Gibbs, who was holding the camera, told me I’d have to go again as she been so surprised with what she’d seen that she hadn’t taken the photo so up and down I went again. It wasn’t difficult to stop myself going hard, I was too cold!

That proved to be the final photos of fun skiing so it was time for the snowball fight. I headed back over towards my clothes but Sophie was shaking her head. What now? I wondered. Then, she simply picked up a snowball and threw it toward a large group of kids. Of course, the reaction was instant and snow balls were flying around all over the place. Liam threw me my hat and gloves. Over the next few minutes, I couldn’t help but feel that more than my fair share made their way toward my exposed chest and to my scantily clad groin. It also took me a few minutes to realise why Liam had chosen my white boxers. As more snow hit them and they got wet, they started to stick to me and go see through. As soon as I realised what had happened, I wanted to dart over and get dressed. I started toward Sophie and Kate but they both shook their heads. It was awful, I knew that there was now a good chance that my privates would be spotted. I tried to hang around the edges of the game as much as possible but I was still the main target. If anyone had spotted my near nudity, no-one said anything. Perhaps they didn’t want me to realise?!

The girls left me in the game for a few more minutes before finally calling me over to get dressed. I trudged over as quickly as I could with snow balls still being thrown at me. But they had one last ‘surprise’ for me before getting dressed. Sophie pushed me as hard as she could which I wasn’t expecting. I fell down and slid a little way down the slope. I got up and went back to my clothes and then dressed as quickly as I could much to the disappointment of several kids who still pelted me whilst I dressed. It obviously wasn’t exactly nude but anyone looking closely enough could surely see at some of what should be kept private. After I was dressed, I sloped off to the toilets and got the wet boxers off before going back out, now dressed against the elements, to join the end of the snowball fight.

The girls had effectively stuck to their side of the bargain and not made me strip but I felt it was a bit of a technicality but I suppose there would have been some limits as to exactly what had been seen. I thought that the worst of it must surely be over by now, but I was going to find out how wrong I was when we got back to the hotel later.

(The End)