Forty-five years ago, I was a 20 year old student, home for the summer vacation. A friend of mine, Brian, who was already working as a “ management trainee”, invited me and two other of our (male) friends to come along to his works outing to Brighton, as guests. We had to pay a nominal amount, but basically we were there to help fill up spare seats on the two coaches that were needed. My friend was keen to have us along, as there were no other young male employees at this clothing manufacturing company. Brian wanted some male drinking company for part of the day at least, although we were all anticipating fun and flirting with some of the younger girls and women who worked in the cutting and sewing rooms and who made up the vast majority of the workforce. When we arrived at the departure point, (late, of course,) we were disappointed to find that the only spaces left were on the coach with the middle managers and their wives and families, and a lot of the older employees. All the more disappointing in that the other coach was already clearly the place where the fun people (ie younger women and girls ) were. It looked quite rowdy in there already and we hadn’t even started! Still, the two hour journey passed quickly enough and by mid morning we had arrived in Brighton, more than ready for some fun and frolics, booze and birds, on what was a lovely warm and sunny day. The coaches emptied and everyone quickly dispersed to the beach, the pubs, the pier, the amusements and so on. We four lads, headed straight to a pub to get the day started. A drink or so later and we were ready to hit the town. We headed for the beach for a quick swim and a spot of sunbathing, and in the hopes that we would hook up there with some of the girls from the other coach. No bikini clad beauties were to be found unfortunately, so after a bit we headed back into town. It wasn’t all that long before we saw (or should I say, heard) a group of seven or eight of our fellow day trippers, mostly women in their thirties enjoying a day out with their work buddies, away from home, hubby and kids. They too had clearly headed straight for a pub and had stayed there quite some time! This was not going to be a day for quiet sophistication for them. It was the teens and 20s we were looking for, but didn’t protest too much when these older women dragged us along to the amusements . They were pretty raunchy bunch and a lot of fun for a bit but an hour or so later we headed off for food while they went off in search of another pub. The day passed in similar fashion. We bumped into a number of other people from our coaches that Brian knew but never did manage to track down the half dozen or so innocent teen "Cutting Room Cuties" that we had set our sights on. Still, it had been a relaxed shorts-and-flip-flops kind of day with plenty of fun in the Sun. At 7 pm, we were the last back to the coaches – late again! We discovered that there were only two seats left on our original coach - some of the passengers from the girls coach had found it a bit too rowdy on the way down and didn’t want a repeat performance on the way back! Brian and James climbed on our original coach while Mike and I headed to the “girls coach” for the only remaining seats. As we walked across to the coach, it was clear that we were in a for a lively journey home! Apart from the two empty seats for us near the back, the coach was full of drunk or very tipsy women. They had had a lovely day, and the fun wasn’t about to stop now. As soon as we were on board, the door closed and the lady driver started away as we moved down the coach to the two empty seats, accompanied by cat calls and quite a bit of jokey feeling up of our legs and bums by the boozed up women on the aisle. We didn’t mind, in fact we loved it! Mike was a couple of steps in front of me as he passed some of “thirties” women we had spent part of the day with. One of the women tugged with both hands at the hem of his shorts, I think intending just a playful tug. However as she did this, the coach lurched sharply as it turned out of the car park, Mike lost his balance and toppled away from the woman firmly holding his shorts, and found himself laying across the laps of the two surprised, but delighted, women sitting in the two opposite seats, with his bare arse exposed for the world to see. The woman over whose lap he was principally lying, wasted no time in starting to playfully feel and spank Mike's arse, while the woman sitting next to her pulled up his T-shirt over his head and off, as she felt up his body too. At his other end, his shorts, which had been by his ankles, were now grabbed and removed too! So poor Mike, in the space of just a few seconds found himself completely naked on this coach full of women and girls. Covering his dick with his hands, he turned around to try to retrieve his shorts, but of course they were nowhere to be seen! The rear end of the coach had had a good view of these proceedings, and was in uproar. Mike picked up his duffel bag which he had dropped in the commotion, presumably intending to grab his swimming towel which was probably the only thing he had in there. The bag was quickly snatched away from him and passed down the coach. In the meantime, front end passengers on the coach were catching onto what had happened and were able to catch glimpses of a very embarrassed and naked Mike in all his glory! He looked over to me in an appeal for help, but by then I was in trouble too. Whereas Mike’s stripping had happened almost accidentally, it was clear that just one of us guys being naked really wasn’t an option. Well, it wouldn’t be fair, would it? One pair of hands trying to hold onto your dignity, is no match for five or six pairs of hands intent on separating you from your clothes, and I was as naked as Mike in a matter of moments. Neither of us had been wearing a lot! Shorts, t shirts and bags had all gone and been passed around. So here we were, minutes into a two hour coach journey home, both bollock naked on a coach full of tipsy women looking for entertainment, but not quite sure what to do next with us. Blushing (but quite turned on to be honest) we tried to negotiate for our clothes back while covering our dicks with our hands. Agreeing to a quick hands on head twirl was not enough and eventually we had to agree to do a full walk up and down the coach TWICE, with hands on head, in order to get our clothes back. The first walk-down was relatively tame at first, with a lot of cheering and just a few hands on our bums etc but restraint disappeared quite rapidly and many of the more middle aged and experienced women became much more adventurous. What we thought was supposed to be a couple of quick dashes up and down the coach, turned into nothing short of a prolonged grope-fest! Erections inevitably followed, and equally inevitably, one of these garment workers had a tape measure in her bag. Although ( or perhaps, because) our erect endowments seemed pretty equal, we were measured several times - just to check of course! Mostly, all of this involved the more experienced late 20sand 30-year-old women. The younger teen girls in particular (those “Cutting Room Cuties“) had mostly sat giggling while sneaking an occasional peek. Having measured our dicks and balls to their hearts content, and generally having amused themselves with us, these older women now decided it was “education time“ for their younger colleagues who were seated in the rows at the back of the coach. Back then, physical intimacy at an early age was much less common and unless a girl had been in a serious relationship (or was just plain easy) a teenage girl”s experience of the naked male could be quite limited, or non existent. As it happened, most of these girls were fairly innocent, but VERY curious - their curiously having been enhanced by explicit coffee break chats at work! So, two buck naked boys being led down to them BY THEIR THINGIES!! was in itself quite exciting enough. Then being encouraged to touch them, and explore them, was like 6 Christmases coming all at once. The fact that these boys, though clearly embarrassed by their very public nakedness, did not seem to mind too much, only added extra excitement to the whole thing. In time, they ran their hands over our chests, our backs, our legs, our bums and yes! our dicks and balls. With one circumcised cock and one uncut, this was a very complete education. We were fit to explode, at least I know I was. Our main tutor/tormentor and her mates then suggested it was time to introduce the girls to the art of the hand job, and to the importance of having a tissue ready. (No suggestion made that a mouth could do this job better - one step at a time!). She started to stroke my dick - I begged for a break. By this time, and after all the drinking we had done that day, I was desperate for a piss. Reluctantly, the coach driver was asked to pull into a quiet country layby, and an equally desperate Mike and I were allowed to get off the coach - still naked except for our flip flops - and have a piss in the hedge. What a relief, not marred at all by the grinning faces behind the coach windows! We climbed back on board and had to sit naked side by side in what should have been our seats while a few of the women also left the coach to relieve themselves. Feeling rather silly, we sat as far away as possible from each other -( we’d seen each other stripped naked fondled, erected and generally played with, but we REALLY didn’t want to have any skin contact with each other. Why was that? Anybody?) With everybody back on the coach, and our post–pissing dicks no longer erect, we asked again for our clothes back. We’d done our "inspection" walks down the coach and we’d been promised our clothes back. No way! The party was just getting going, and they hadn’t said WHEN our clothes would be ours again, had they! So it was back to “education time”. Now of course, there was an opportunity to demonstrate the best ways of turning a limp dick into a hard one. And grips, and tricks. I have to say that, having had only limited sexual experience at this point in my life, it wasn’t only the younger girls who were being educated at times. At just turned 20 years of age, and with several pairs of hands on my body, it wasn’t all that long before I gushed, to oohs and ahhs, some delight and I think some ughs! We all learn as we grow older. Mike climaxed in much the same way, and neither of us wanted to watch the other cum! “Education time“ over, we found ourselves further down the coach, still bare-ass naked, sitting at separate seats. There, we were visited individually by several of the women over the remainder of the journey who wanted a bit more time to play with these naked lads before returning home to their families! I was jacked off and thoroughly drained a further two or three times before the end of our journey. What seemed odd to me was that my attempts to fondle these women a bit, were pretty much brushed aside. This was a very one-way business! Maybe they felt allowing me to reciprocate would have felt “unfaithful” to their partners whereas just “playing” with me didn’t? Who knows? When, and only when, the coach arrived back at our starting point were we able to retrieve our clothes and other belongings. Mike and I were a bit stunned by the whole experience understandably, but over a drink later with Brian and James we gave them to understand that things had been a bit raunchy on our coach without giving too many details. (I think though that Brian at least found out about the stripping via factory gossip later.) More than that, Mike and I never discussed the details of our adventure - at that age I think the fact that we’d not actually got laid made us feel that we’d underperformed in some way! We felt maybe we’d been too passive. I think now that “passive” is exactly what those women wanted. One small postscript. Six months later, I got off with a very attractive girl I met at a Christmas party. We went back to her house after the party – her parents were away for the night. Whoopie! I didn’t want to rush things too much, but she seemed very keen to get me out of my clothes. “Wow “I said with a grin, “you’re keen“. “Well” she said, “I didn’t have a very good view of you on the coach trip, and I want to check out the details!"
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