The rain hammered down relentlessly. Cold, wet, and feeling utterly miserable, Shona trudged dejectedly down the path to where the minibus would, hopefully, be waiting. Once again, she wished that she'd chosen to study home economics, or history, or even Latin; anything that didn't involve her being soaked on the side of a freezing mountain in the middle of nowhere. What she craved more than anything was to sink, chin deep into a piping hot bath and wallow for about an hour and to then have a long, leisurely rub down from Craig. Sadly, neither option was available to her. The lodge in which her party were staying was well equipped but was only fitted with showers. On top of that, Craig didn't study geography and so wasn't a part of the party.
Rounding the corner, Shona spotted the minibus. The sight spurred her on again as she covered the remaining yards to her destination. Dr. Hunter, the geography master, greeted her enquiringly. "Where's Michael?" he asked, passing Shona a towel to dry herself off with."
"Back up the trail, in the cave mouth, he slipped in the mud and sprained his ankle." Dr Hunter motioned for the minibus driver to pass him a flask. He poured a cup of steaming coffee and handed it to Shona. "Here," he said, "get this down you."
"Thanks," said Shona and took a long drink. "Ahhhh," she sighed as the drink restored some small measure of warmth to her. "We tried to make it down together, but there was no way we could make it in that downpour. I got him back to the cave instead, made sure he was OK and started off to get help."
Dr. Hunter looked at the darkening sky. "OK," he said, "you stay here and get warmed up as best you can. I'll take George," he said, nodding towards the driver, "and we'll go and get him. The others should be back soon so let them know what's happening and we'll be back as quickly as we can."
Shona smiled weakly and nodded. "You did very well, Shona," said Dr. Hunter as he fastened his coat. "Ready George?" he asked. The driver nodded and they left the minibus and headed up the track.
Shona watched until they disappeared round the first bend. She opened the door and slipped outside into the dubious shelter of the side of the side of the minibus to light a cigarette. She shivered as she puffed quickly on her smoke. She was greatly relieved when she drew the last mouthful of smoke into her lungs, flicked the butt away into the rain, exhaled and climbed back into the minibus. Once inside, she rooted around until she found the flask and poured herself another cup of coffee.
The rest of the party, two girls and eight boys, began to drift back in twos and threes over the course of the next half an hour. It was almost an hour after the last pair returned that Dr. Hunter and the driver returned, supporting Michael between them. The got him into the minibus then Dr. Hunter did a quick roll call. Once it was clear that everyone was accounted for he told George to take them home.
The journey back to the lodge in which they were staying took over an hour, the weather made driving conditions treacherous. Despite feeling cold, wet and decidedly uncomfortable, Shona was surprised to find that she kept dozing off, hypnotised by the rocking motion of the minibus as it negotiated the twisting country roads. She woke with a start as she felt the gravel of the lodge car park crunch under their wheels. "OK everyone," Dr. Hunter announced, "get inside, get cleaned up and dried off. I'll see you all for dinner at seven."
Once inside, Shona made her way quickly to her room. Stopping only to grab a towel, her toilet bag and her dressing gown, she headed back through the corridors towards the showers.
It was with a sense of sheer relief that she peeled herself out of her wet clothes. Her waterproofs had spared her the worst of the weather but she was still wet through to her skin.
Whilst not overly hot, the water in the shower felt scorching to Shona's cold-numbed body. She grabbed for the dial and adjusted the temperature to a more comfortable level, gradually turning it up again as became accustomed to its heat.
She stood, unmoving, for several minutes, letting the water flow over her, feeling its heat gradually spread through her body. Finally, when she judged that she'd thawed out sufficiently, Shona reached into her toilet bag for her shower crème. Pouring a generous amount into her hands, she quickly worked it up into a lather. "Mmmmm," she sighed contentedly as she worked the soft, scented foam into her skin, rubbing it into her arms, her legs and over her body. She stopped to apply some more crème to her hands. When they were slick with the rich, creamy lather, Shona hands moved instinctively to her breasts.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned softly as her hands glided over her large firm globes. Shona closed her eyes and tried to imagine that the hands she felt belonged to Craig. Her nipples stiffened and she rolled them between her fingers, biting her lower lip to hold back a deep groan of pleasure.
The strains of the day slipped away as her hands gently cupped and squeezed her tits. Despite their size and firmness they were extremely sensitive. Shona felt a growing moistness in her pussy that had nothing at all to do with the water from her shower. Hesitating slightly to satisfy herself that the neighbouring cubicles were still unoccupied, Shona ran the fingers of her left hand up the inside of her thigh. "Ooooh," she sighed quietly as her fingers brushed lightly against her moist lower lips, slowly working their way in between them.
Using her right hand to tease her breasts, Shona frigged her pussy with the fingers of her left. She bit her lip to silence herself once more as she slid two long, slender fingers into the warm, wet depths of her cunt. The thumb pressed against her clit as her fingers pumped in and out. She squeezed her nipples between the fingers of her other hand.
In and out, her fingers plunged, the walls of her pussy flexing around them. Her clit throbbed under the pressure of her thumb and she felt a familiar warm, tingling feeling in her breasts as her fingers teased her stiff nipples.
Her body began to shake. Shona grabbed the hand rail for support, the effort of keeping quiet intensifying the sensations of her climax. She felt her knees weaken and had to force herself not to scream as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her, releasing the muscular and sexual tension in her body.
Finally, the sensations began to subside. Shona leaned against the cubicle wall, breathing hard as she struggled to regain control of her body. When she was able to stand unaided once more, she quickly washed and rinsed her hair, returned her shampoo and shower crème to her toilet bag and shut off the supply of water to the shower head. Shona briskly towelled her self dry then wrapped her towel around her hair. She removed her dressing gown from the peg on the back of the cubicle door and put it on.
As she stepped out of the shower cubicle she eyed the pile of her wet clothes, still lying where she discarded them on the floor, with distaste. She reluctantly gathered them up and headed back to her room, passing Carla and Louise, the other two girls in the party, making their way to the showers as she made her way back through the corridors to her room.
The evening meal was plain but filling. Shona felt much better when she returned to her room to start writing up her project report. She had several new text messages on her mobile, some from Jane the rest from Craig. She read them with a smile on her face as she started to pull her notes together into some semblance of order.
It was about half past nine when she was interrupted by a knock at her door. She had just returned to her room after sneaking outside for a quick smoke then making herself a large mug of coffee in the kitchen. The mug still sat steaming on her desk. "Yes?" she enquired.
The door opened. It was Michael. "Just wanted to say thanks for going and getting help this afternoon," he said. "Judging by how difficult it was for George and Dr. Hunter to carry me down that track, there's no way they two of us would've managed it on our own."
"It was nothing," replied Shona. She glanced down at his heavily bandaged foot and ankle. "How is it?" she asked.
"I'll live," said Michael, grimacing slightly and trying to shift his weight on to his good leg.
"That's good," replied Shona.
Michael hesitated slightly then cleared his throat. "My roommates, Fraser and Gavin, and myself obviously, have a bottle of vodka in our room that we smuggled in," he said. "Would you like to join us for a drink? You can think of it as another way for me to say thanks," he added with a wry grin.
"Sure," said Shona appreciatively, "It's got to be better than working on this bloody report." Michael laughed as Shona got up from her desk and made her way to the door.
The boys' room was at the end of the corridor. Shona was greeted warmly by Fraser and Gavin as she entered. Michael hobbled in behind her, locking the door as he closed it behind them. Fraser poured a large measure of vodka into a cup and handed it to Shona. "Sorry we've nothing to put in it," he said.
"That's all right," said Shona, smiling warmly at her hosts, "anything's better than nothing and I don't mind it neat," she added. She took the cup from Fraser, "Thanks," she said then raised it to her mouth.
As she drank, Shona felt a warm, tingling feeling deep inside her. She felt good and it came as no surprise to find she was increasingly becoming the centre of the boys' attention. Fraser, in particular, was flirting outrageously with her. He was tall with thick black hair, a nice smile, and penetrating brown eyes. Shona found herself drawn towards him.
Between them they had drank about three quarters of the bottle when Gavin decided to put some music on. "Hmmm," murmured Shona, feeling decidedly merry, "Anyone feel like a dance?"
