James turned into the leafy overgrown lane in his open top MG slowly. He jumped out and unlocked the gate, drove in and then locked it behind him. He coasted slowly between a line of trees and an unkempt field, where horses had used to graze, up a curving path to the top of the hill and then round to park in front of the house. He knocked on the door, not because he expected anyone to be in, but more just to hear the old brass knocker against the plate on the door. He remembered when he was young, hiding somewhere, and watching guests arrive for some party thrown by his parents. He looked around, gazing up at the windows, like a stranger seeing the place for the first time, but yet it was familiar. He traced the tracks where ivy had grown on the walls, but which had been cleared away. He had climbed it when he was a kid, up to his window on the far right, and occasionally down in the middle of the night, to lie on his back alone in the field watching the stars go round so fast it felt like they left traces. He turned around, and looked at the spot by the trees where he had had his first kiss, at the ancient age of 16. Maisie had been a best friend for years, so it hadn’t been unusual for them to sit and chat for hours. But something had been different that time, perhaps the smell of warm summer grasses, or the stillness of the air, as if nature was expecting something to happen. Maisie had laid her head on this chest, and they had counted stars, and then when there was a pause she leant over and had kissed his cheek. He turned towards her, expecting to laugh it off, but had somehow kissed her forehead and then her mouth. He still remembered that faint honeysuckle taste of fairy dust when he did. He frowned, wrenching himself from the memory. He didn’t want to think of the days that followed, and the horrible events shortly after, which had changed his life forever. He had moved to the city shortly after, with his mother, who wanted to be close to family, and never been back… until now. The place still looked well maintained, as he had known it would be, but not really expected. The groundsman had continued looking after the place with monthly visits, until his mother was sufficiently stable to organise something properly. Still, she wasn’t ready to come back herself, and when James had said he wanted to visit, sometime after graduation, she had shed a few tears, but never offered to accompany him. His mother’s front door key had been lost, shortly after the move, so he wondered round the house to the kitchen door at the back and let himself in. He wondered whether the lock would be rusted over, but actually it turned easily, and when he flicked the light switch on and off, he found the electricity had already been turned on. Better yet, when he opened the fridge, he found it had already been stocked with a few essentials. He actually had just eaten lunch and was prepared with supper ready in a cold box, but it made it feel like the old house welcomed him home. Over the next couple of days, James actually coped pretty well. This was the first time he had been on his own so long, but he could cook and clean for himself after sharing with friends in college. Besides he had left his phone and tablet at home, and aside from a laptop was embarking on a total digital detox. He had taken a few books with him also, but hadn’t made any firm commitment to read them or otherwise. Instead, he had mostly got down to some writing on a few topics he was working on for a local publication, interspersed with walks around the countryside. He did occasionally see someone, and waved, but whether they were people he should remember he really couldn’t say. It was on the Tuesday, that he finally put down his laptop, tidied the house and decided to hike into the forest. He took a book, and provisions and set out for Bandot Lake. He actually had remembered it being miles away, so he was surprised it took just over an hour to get there. He avoided the western side of the lake, where he had gone with his father sometimes dangling a fishing line, instead taking the eastern route round to the northern side. It was a hot day and the path was steeper here, rising up above the lake, before arriving at a steep scramble down to the lake shore. He arrived at the top, and saw two people in the distance paddling on the shore. He hadn’t actually realised how lonely he had gotten the last few days, until he felt a pang of longing for company, when they glanced in his direction. He waved, but they either didn’t see him or didn’t feel the need to wave back. He slowly circumnavigated the scramble, but by the time he emerged from the bushes, the strangers had gone, leaving nothing but foot prints behind. He stood a moment disappointed, but then shrugged and decided to make the most of the solitude and go swimming. He stripped to his boxers, and then paused, in two minds. He had expected no one at the lake, so had just assumed he didn’t need swimmers, and now wasn’t sure whether he should where his boxers instead. He picked out a sandwich from his backpack and munched slowly on it while he considered his options. He opened his book and tried to read the first page or two, but was really now distracted by the thought of the two strangers he had seen earlier. So in the end he stripped down and swam out into the middle of the lake. As he turned back to look at the shore, it was only from this vantage point that he could see the two strangers were not actually gone, but in fact just the other side of a small rise. He blushed. There was simply no way they could have missed him walking naked into the water, and as if on cue, one of them waved, and called out a hello! They were both girls, probably about his age. They were just dressed in bikinis, or possibly underwear, but had a tent behind, which presumably had the rest of their stuff. With a sinking feeling, James realised they were probably camping there for the night, and weren’t likely going anywhere. James, himself, wasn’t afraid of nudity. He was straight out of college, where, after all, almost all his friends, male or female, would have seen him naked at some point. Nevertheless, in front of two perfect strangers, he felt uncertain. The girls, however, were continuing to set up camp, and not really paying him much attention, so he elected to be bold and wade out of the water and up the shoreline to his clothes, as if there wasn’t anything in it. He got towards the edge of the water, when one of the girls turned round to him and said to him in a cute slightly lilting accent “you aren’t any good at lighting fires, are you”? He paused. He couldn’t run back into the water, or past her to his pile of clothes without embarrassment. Then, seemingly oblivious to his nakedness, she walked towards him, holding out a hand in greeting and said “I am Emma, by the way… and this is Alice”. She took his hand with both of hers, and smiled. While Emma was seemingly oblivious to his state of undress, Alice was anything but, staring straight at his crotch while she blushed a hello. James didn’t look down, but he knew he was somewhere between aroused and very aroused, and that was an awkward state to be in given Emma was still shaking his hand. At last, she let go, and James turned to his pile of clothes, stammering out he had matches somewhere. He pulled on his boxers hurriedly, the wrong way round, before reaching into his bag for the matches. He tried to dither hoping his erection would go down before he faced Emma again, but when she heard the matches in her hand, she came over. For some reason she was laughing now, and that made James erection even larger “you have your boxers on the wrong way around”, she said before adding “it is fine to be naked though, we don’t want to make you uncomfortable in clothes”. James actually didn’t say anything but pulled on his trousers. Despite his embarrassment, James was grateful for the company, and after offering to light their fire, sat down and started chatting. The two girls were doing a day hike in the valley, and hadn’t actually come far before stopping. They were planning on dropping their camping gear there and then hiking through the forest, but had ended up opening a bottle of wine after their swim and weren’t looking like they would make much progress. James joined them, and they watched the warm mid day sun drift into the afternoon. Both girls were tactile both with him and each other, sitting with there arms around each other. It was getting cooler and James stood up to get his shirt, but as he reached it, newly emboldened Alice moaned “oh, I like you naked”. James was going to take it as a joke, but Emma started a little chant of “off, off, off”. James grinned at them, and said “only if I get to see you guys kissing first”. He had barely finished the words when Alice was already on top of Emma, pressing her mouth against hers, and pushing her onto the ground. Emma was laughing, but kissing back, and then turned to James and said “let me see”. As James pulled down his shorts, he could see Emma's hand snake between Alice's legs, and Alice gasp at the touch of those soft finger tips on her pussy lips. James felt as intoxicated by the sight and sound of Alice moaning as he did by the wine, and he barely needed an invite to start stroking himself. Alice and Emma both sat up, with Alice now naked, and Emma's fingers inside her. Alice had her eyes shut concentrating on the finger in her pussy, and gripping Emma's shoulders with her hands. She beckoned James closer, then took his hand and guided it to Alice’s clit. Alice moaned immediately. The touch of a stranger, with his fierce hard cock was more than she could manage. A shudder went through her, but it wasn’t quite an orgasm. So she grabbed his cock, and thrust her hips at it, mounting him and knocking him over at the same time. Alice though was so horny that it was barely a minute before a deep shuddering grown left her mouth, and she ground her body on his. James was close to cumming but not quite ready when Alice climbed off and Emma climbed on. Her pussy was tighter, but she was clearly more experienced, touching herself where needed, and placing James hands on her firm breasts, instructing him to squeeze. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted moving the head of his cock to rub against her vagina wall, but by this time he was too aroused and came inside her. She milked him thoroughly, making the most of every spasm. She climbed off and sat on the grass with his cum dripping out of her, and continued stroking herself. Alice moved over to her, kissed her on the mouth, inserting two fingers inside her. The two girls were obviously very familiar with each others bodies. While one hand was always in Emma's pussy, her mouth and other hand were working elsewhere. James started to suck and bite the free breast, but it wasn’t until Alice's gentle tongue started to rapidly flick between Emma's legs that she came. The first flush of orgasm was across Emma's chest and arms, but it soon spread every where, and when Emma released it, it was overwhelming. She made no effort to hold back the screams. James for his part was aroused again, a fact that hadn’t escaped Alice. She climbed back on, inserting his cock back in her pussy, and riding him backwards so she could concentrate on her own pleasure. She took her time this time, feeling for his rising cum, and only letting herself orgasm as she felt the spurts of gism inside her. Both girls lay on the grass, gently kissing in that orgasmic afterglow, with his cum leaking out of each.