Read my previous stories 'Arrival and Day 1' and 'Day 2' first to know the context.
DAY 3
I woke up to Therese's gentle squeezes on my breast and cradled myself a little closer to her to feel her body all the way against mine.
She also pressed herself against me and I felt her soft breasts against my back. I could lay like this for hours but I knew we had a busy day ahead of us and were expected at breakfast soon.
She kissed my neck and shoulder and whispered "Can I masturbate you Debbie?"
"Hmm" was all I could utter as her hand was already caressing my belly. In confirmation, I pulled my leg up a little and immediately her hand slid down into my panties.
She briefly clasped my full sex lips in her palm and then slowly stroked upwards from the very bottom of my lips with one finger. Then she pulled her hand back for a moment and stuck her finger in her mouth, and returned into my panties. This time her finger felt warm and smooth, and it slid between my supple labia as if by itself.
I felt my lips part as her finger slowly climbed up.
She just barely touched my clitoris and stroked back down to my sex hole that now felt wet. Her fingertip pressed gently on it for a moment and then stroked back up. This time she gently touched my clitoris and I shuddered and sighed with pleasure. She kept stroking my clit from bottom to top, it felt divine and soon I was panting and couldn't possibly hold back an oncoming orgasm. With her thumb above it and her perfectly caressing finger under, I came moaning.
She clasped my pussy in her hand for a moment and then came with her finger deep inside me and smelled it. "This way I carry the smell of your blissful pussy on my finger all day," she whispered.
Then she quickly hopped naked to the bathroom to still get to the breakfast room in time. We dressed together and were indeed just in time.
During the morning briefing, we discussed in group the experiences the workshop participants had had. It was important to further hone in on their own ideas and input.
Therese brought up that there could be some more individual practice but also more documentation material. I would assist supportively, providing technical assistance and the right materials they might need.
Everyone concentrated on the planned projects and Therese asked if I needed any further help with technical aspects. She thoughtfully held her hand in front of her mouth as she looked into my eyes.
I realised that she would smell my scent on her finger and that like me, she was thinking back to how that finger had been deep inside me this morning.
Our group began the assignments cheerfully, and Therese divided her attention between the students and brief practical discussions with the other tutors.
Occasionally she would look into my eyes, or briefly touch me in passing.
Each time, my thoughts flashed back to this morning when she had masturbated me so wonderfully by herself.
Marlene, one of the participants, a strikingly tall and slim girl came up to me and asked if I would help her with a little project for a video shoot.
She wanted to wrap herself in a dark room with black foil by spinning around her axis while I would hold the roll. It had to look like more and more of her body disappearing as she slowly turned round.
I set up the camera on a tripod and provided aligned lighting with a dim focused spotlight.
She undressed and stood at the other end of the room, ready with in her hand the end of the foil whose roll I was holding.
She had a beautiful slim body, nice long legs, a lovely firm bum, long graceful arms and small protruding breasts, two lovely mounds with pale pink smooth nipples. Her panties, which betrayed a nicely curving Mount Venus, were still on and I noticed she was hesitant to start.
"Does everything look so good, with the light and all?" she asked doubtfully.
I nodded and shook my head a little.
"Or would I better take off my panties too?"
I agreed that it would be better, because it would bring her slender body more into focus, without any distracting elements. "And the details won't be so super visible on the video anyway," I reassured her.
So she took off her panties and threw them in my direction.
I stayed on my side of the room and took another look at the camera screen, all was well and she could start.
She clasped the end of foil in her hand and slowly spun around. As I held the roll higher or lower she wrapped herself more and more, and I saw on the screen that indeed less and less of her body could be seen, as if she disappeared into the black.
Only her lower legs and upper body were now exposed and they seemed almost floating body parts against the black background. A little later, only her feet were still visible and her whole body was wrapped in black film, no longer visible on the camera screen. Then she remained still, unable to actually move much more.
I turned off the camera, walked up to her and asked how best to untie her.
"Hm, it's all rather tight and I can't really move or do anything. Maybe you could just cut the foil because I can't keep this up for long."
I grabbed a pair of scissors and started at her head, making it easier for her to find her balance and calm down again. As I continued cutting carefully in small steps with the scissors so close to her body, her body scent was released. It was a mixture of a soft floral perfume and a sweet smell of tension because she had been sweating under the tight wrap.
I snipped at the side of her body, so as not to give the impression that I wanted to look unashamedly at her naked body unfolding. Of course, my eyes did wander and I noticed that like me, she had large full labia, more smooth and pink than mine.
She looked down and leaned her hand on my shoulder until I had almost unclipped everything and she could step out of the pile of foil wraps.
I stood up and looked at her, "that was a very impressive thing to witness."
"Did you really think so?" she asked, smiling as she remained standing in front of me.
"Yes totally, definitely. You also have a wonderful body to do such things."
"Hm, I'm not actually that pretty, am I? No breasts at all and not too aesthetically pleasing down under either."
I put my hand on her arm, "but girl anyway, aesthetic ideals aren't interesting at all! I find your breasts incredibly sexy, and my pussy looks about the same, and I'm not at all dissatisfied with that."
"Really? My labia are so big and stick out so far from my pussy. Surely that's not normal."
I pulled her against me and looked into her eyes. "Again, you have a very pretty pussy and I feel very much like touching you and caressing your soft smooth sex lips."
She giggled and said that was okay.