Alone among women

[tim409]

Did Julian ever wonder why no females were exposed in anyway (which is just as it should be although he was totally exposed throughout the trip. Then again, this should be standing procedure for all males on trips.

[fulda1234]

He thought it was his own fault, as he wasn’t wearing any underwear and hadn’t waited in the waiting area. That’s why his luggage was checked in. So far, he hasn’t noticed the double standard (but that’s about to change ).

[tim409]

He thought it was his own fault, as he wasn’t wearing any underwear and hadn’t waited in the waiting area. That’s why his luggage was checked in. So far, he hasn’t noticed the double standard (but that’s about to change ).

Still I would not mind if this happened IRL as long as only males were exposed. The ladies should be checked in private by women but for males do it like this.

[fulda1234]

Sorry, I mixed up the names. I've corrected it now.

I've made a floor plan of the farm house, but I can't attach it. Perhaps someone can help.

11. Arriving at the Farm

"Um," Julian cleared his throat, "well, I really need to clean myself up first."
"If you say so," the woman replied, "though you’re bound to get dirty again out here on the farm anyway."
"So where is my room, then, so I can take a shower?" Julian asked.
"I don't know how Susan has assigned the rooms, so I can't give you one just yet."
"But is there at least a shower I can use?" Julian was desperate to wash off the grime.
"The only thing I can offer you is our outdoor shower. It’s right here on the wall next to the stable door." The woman pointed to a showerhead attached to a hose and mounted on the stable wall - with absolutely no privacy screen in sight.
"Uh, a little more privacy would be nice," Julian remarked.
"Take it or leave it," the woman replied coolly.
Julian, desperate to get clean, resigned himself to the situation.
"Could you at least wash my clothes?" "Yes, I have a washing machine. Just hand them over." Julian looked into his backpack. The pigs had left their mark in there, too. His change of clothes was almost as filthy as the ones he was currently wearing.
"I’d need to give you all my things to wash; could you perhaps lend me something to wear in the meantime?"
"There are no men on this farm - and that means no men's clothes, either. I can't give you anything," she replied curtly. "So, what do you want to wash?"
Since it made no sense to put on dirty clothes after taking a shower, Julian decided to put everything - except his shoes - into the laundry.
Before doing so, he asked for a towel, recalling that Susan had said everything he needed would be provided here.
"What? Why don't you have something like that with you? Do you think you're staying at a hotel?"
Julian tried to explain to her that Susan had promised him everything would be available. The woman didn't really seem to grasp it, but she said, "Hand over your clothes for the washing machine. I'll bring you a towel when I come back."
Julian found it hard to part with the clothes he had just regained at the airport. But if he wanted them clean, there really was no other way. He hoped he would get them back before the other team members arrived.

He stripped naked, packed everything into his bag, and handed it to the woman, attempting all the while to cover his cock with one hand. "You don't need to contort yourself like that," the woman remarked. "Out here on the countryside, we've seen it all. Down there, you don't look much different from the pigs." With those words, she took the bag and take her way to the laundry room.
Julian, who had kept his shoes on, walked over to the shower. There, he took off his shoes - which naturally had gotten dirty as well. First, he rinsed off his shoes, noticing in the process that the shower only provided cold water. He set the shoes in the sun to dry, then stepped under the cold shower himself.
This was already his second cold shower of the day, following his involuntary drenching at the airport in Weeze. He hurried, as the water was truly freezing.

After two minutes, he turned off the water. Just then, the woman return from laundry room. In her hands, she held a tea towel - one that was riddled with stains and already sported quite a few holes. "Here's your towel," she said as she handed him the tea towel.
Since he had nothing else, he had to take the dirty tea towel and use it to dry himself off. He had hoped that the towel would serve not only to dry him but also to cover him until he got his clothes back; however, the tea towel was so small that he couldn't tie it around his hips. Moreover, the woman immediately took the tea towel back from him the moment he finished drying off.
"Right, now for some coffee!" she called out airily, heading into the house. Julian, not wanting to stroll naked through the house, remained outside and sat down on one of the garden chairs positioned in front of the house. It was unpleasant when the cold metal touched his testicles. But he wasn't to remain seated for long at all, because the woman came right back out and snapped: "That’s just what we need! You seem to think you’re here to laze around! You’d better keep your filthy, naked ass off my clean chairs! Come into the kitchen - then you can make us some coffee."

Julian, feeling intimidated, followed the woman into the house. He felt the cold tiles beneath his feet as he stepped inside.
Directly behind the door lay a large dining room. In the center stood a massive yet simple wooden table, surrounded by ten wooden chairs.
To the right, there was one door. To the left, through an open doorway in the middle of the wall, he could see the stairwell. Next to that, on the left, was the living area; and to the right of that, there was another door. To this door the woman led Julian. Behind it lay the kitchen, which consisted of a hodgepodge of wooden cabinets and tables, a large stone sink, and a wood-burning stove.
Julian was instructed to fetch two espresso cups from a cabinet while the woman filled a classic stovetop espresso maker and placed it on the stove. "While the espresso is brewing, I can show you around the house," the woman said, sounding a bit friendlier now.
Julian would have preferred to take this tour of the house while fully dressed, but he didn't want to upset the woman again, so he accepted the offer.
He had, of course, already seen the dining room, the kitchen, and the living room. The remaining rooms on the ground floor were the private quarters of the two women who ran the farm.
Consequently, Julian was led straight up the stairs. On the first floor, situated in the center, was a large common room featuring a table and a seating area. Four rooms branched off from it. They were spacious, furnished with double beds, and each had its own private bathroom. Above that lay the attic floor, containing two additional rooms. The rooms were simple and cozy; Julian was already looking forward to finally trying out one of the beds. But for that, he would have to wait until the rest of the group had arrived.

When they came back downstairs, they drank their espresso in the kitchen. Afterward, Julian asked if he could use one of the bathrooms upstairs, because he was starting to feel an urgent need to use the toilet. Since the guest rooms were already prepared, and the woman didn't yet know where Julian would be staying, she told him he would have to use the guest restroom.
"There wasn't any room inside the house, so we built it into the stable instead. I’ll come along with you right now; the washing machine is right next door, and it might be finished by now." With these words, the woman led Julian back across the courtyard. She opened a door situated next to the outdoor shower. Inside, there was a toilet and a sink. Julian was grateful that the toilet - unlike the outdoor shower - was located behind a door that he actually could lock. He quickly closed the door and savored the brief moment of privacy he had been missing all day long.

When he emerged from the restroom, the woman came out of the adjacent laundry room carrying his clothes. "The laundry’s done. You can hang it up right now." She pressed the laundry basket into his hands and nudged him toward a meadow beside the house, where a clothesline had been strung up. He felt the cold plastic of the laundry basket pressing uncomfortably against his cock, yet it felt even more awkward to set the basket down and thereby expose himself. After all, he was no longer shielded by any buildings here, and could be seen across the fields for miles around. Hopefully, no farmer from the neighboring farm happened to be looking over at that very moment.
The woman handed him a few clothespins, and in no time, he had hung his few articles of clothing on the line.
"Right then - Susan and the others will be here in one hour. So we will prepare the meal!" the woman called out, taking Julian by the hand and pulling him back toward the kitchen. Julian hoped his clothes would be dry till then.

[fulda1234]

12. Julian meets his future colleagues

The woman led Julian back into the kitchen. She tied on an apron and remarked, "You won't need an apron, of course. With you, we can just wash the dirt off later." Then she pressed a knife and a cutting board into his hands and instructed him to slice carrots. "But be careful that you don't grab the wrong carrot. We don't want any meat garnish from you in our food! And please, keep your cock away from the food otherwise, too - we actually want it to taste good later!"
Julian had cooked occasionally back home, so the work itself was no problem for him; however, he had never cooked naked before. After the carrots, he had to peel potatoes, and subsequently spend a few minutes stirring the sauce, making sure it didn't burn.
Meanwhile, the woman prepared the meat and placed it in the oven.

Afterward, she sent Julian outside: "I think your clothes are dry by now. You can go fetch them from the line."
Julian hurried over to the clothesline. It made him uncomfortable to be so exposed on the meadow without any covering. But once he had his clothes back, this humiliation would finally be over. His clothes were indeed dry. Since they were made of technical fabric and the sun was shining, they had dried quite quickly. He pulled on his shorts - they were the only pair he had left. He also pulled a shirt over his head. Since his shoes would likely take some time to dry completely, he would have to remain barefoot for the time being. Consequently, he took the two pairs of socks off the line and placed them in the laundry basket, along with his bag and the shirt. That was all the clothing he had left. He hoped that the promised work uniform would help restock his wardrobe a little.

When he returned to the courtyard, two large SUVs were just pulling up. The other participants evidently hadn't been picked up in the "pig tractor," Julian thought with a hint of annoyance. Six women stepped out of the two SUVs. The woman came out of the house and walked cheerfully toward one of the ladies. "Hello, Susan! It’s lovely to see you all here; I hope you had a pleasant flight."
"Hello, Aunt Lucia!" Susan replied. "Everything went exactly as planned for us. That young man over there must be Julian. Did everything work out okay?"
"Well, when he first arrived, we had to clean him up a bit, but at least he’s already helped out in the kitchen."
Susan walked over to Julian and greeted him warmly. "Aunt Lucia can be a bit gruff sometimes. I hope she treated you well. How was the flight?"
"I got along fine with your aunt. The flight, unfortunately, was a bit problematic, as I was robbed," Julian replied.
"I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope the house can make up for it a little; do you like it here?" "Yes, the farm is beautiful. I’m really looking forward to settling into my room -which one is mine?"
"We’ll have to sort that out in a moment." Susan sidestepped giving a direct answer. "Come on, let me introduce you to your colleagues." With those words, she led Julian over to the other five women. "These are Kerstin, Doreen, Laura, Luna, and Marie." Julian shook hands with all five of them.
"Well, look at that—what a hottie," Doreen remarked. "If he’s going to be walking around so scantily clad all week, this is going to be a fantastic week."
"Why aren't you wearing any shoes?" Marie asked. "They got dirty on the way here, so I had to wash them. They’re drying right now," Julian replied; he didn't feel particularly comfortable standing there half-naked across from six - or rather, seven - fully clothed women.

By now, the drivers of the SUVs had finished unloading the luggage. Before saying their goodbyes and driving off again, Susan pressed the fare and a tip into their hands.
A mountain of suitcases lay outside the door.
"You’ve probably already got your luggage upstairs," Susan remarked, glancing at Julian. "No, I wasn't allowed to bring that much with me on the plane," he replied sourly. "My luggage is over there in the laundry basket." The women burst out laughing when they saw the small little pile of clothes inside the basket.
"It looks like he really is going to be traveling light all week," Doreen commented.
"In that case, you can help us with the luggage," Susan said cheerfully. "We can carry the first suitcases upstairs now. We might as well assign the rooms while we're at it." The ladies each picked up a suitcase, while Julian grabbed two pieces of luggage. Aunt Lucia led the group up to the first floor.

Once there, Susan explained the situation: "This is our lounge, which also serves as our seminar room. We have four rooms on this floor, and two more one floor up. The rooms upstairs even have a small roof terrace. I’ll be sleeping in one of the upstairs rooms. Kerstin gets the other one upstairs. Doreen, Marie, Luna, and Laura—you’ll take the rooms on this floor. You can figure out amongst yourselves who sleeps where." "Um, and what about me?" Julian asked in surprise.
"Since you only got in touch last week, we had only planned for the six of us. I’ve decided that you can sleep on an air mattress in the lounge." Julian was completely taken aback. "But there are double beds in some of the rooms!"
"Yes, but this is supposed to be a relaxing week, so I don't want anyone to have to share a room," answered Susan.
"But I have to share my room, with you all!" Julian pointed out, aghast.
"You have the lounge - that counts as a room of your own. I think it’s a perfectly sensible arrangement! Now, please go fetch the rest of the luggage so the ladies can settle into their rooms," Susan instructed him sternly.
"Well, I think we need to talk about this again," Julian countered.
Susan replied irritably: "You are all here at my invitation. Surely I’m allowed to decide how I allocate the rooms! And anyone who doesn't like it is free to leave."
"But the lounge is a communal area. I won't have any privacy at all there. The beds in the rooms are big enough - couldn't two of you just share a room after all?"
"Look, Julian, I have to tell you: my first impression of you isn't really great," Susan replied, by now somewhat annoyed. "You’re staying here for free, so the demands you’re making seem a bit odd. If you want me to hire you, you’re going to have to make a bit more of an effort. So go get the suitcases now, or I’ll kick you out!"
Intimidated, Julian headed downstairs. After making three more trips, he had brought all the suitcases up. In the meantime, the ladies had settled into their rooms.

Susan called everyone together once more. Then she briefly explained how she had envisioned everything working out.
"Originally, I had thought Julian could sleep on the sofa, but since they are all two-seaters, I arranged with Aunt Lucia that he would sleep on an air mattress instead. The room is certainly big enough. Since the room is meant to be available to everyone during the day, the air mattress will be put away in the morning."
Susan singled out one of the women and addressed her: "Luna, could we store the air mattress in your room during the day?" Luna nodded, but Julian interjected: "And what if I want to lie down for a bit in the afternoon? I can't just go into Luna's room!"
"You can't just walk into her room anyway," Susan replied. "The rooms are locked, naturally! But you can ask Luna politely. And if you ask very nicely, you’ll get your mattress back, too. But you’re a big boy now, after all, so I’m sure you won’t need a nap."

Susan’s gaze settled on one of the ladies again: "Laura, could we stow Julian’s things in your closet? As you can see, there isn't much." "Of course - I’ll certainly have room for that," Laura replied with a laugh.
"What?" Julian said, bewildered. "I’m keeping my things with me!"
But Susan said: "As you can see, there’s no wardrobe here in the common room, and I don’t want your things constantly lying around everywhere - neither the clean ones nor the dirty ones. So they’ll stay with Laura, and you can ask her politely whenever you need them. Now, let’s go downstairs and eat; Lucia has cooked up something delicious."
"Wait!" Julian called out. "What about when I have to go to the bathroom? Do I have to knock on someone’s door for that, too?"
"Of course not!" Susan replied. "The ladies are entitled to their privacy; you can’t just waltz into their rooms to use the toilet. But there’s a toilet and shower over in the stable. I’ll show you where they are in a little while." "I already know where those are," Julian muttered in dismay.
"Right -and now, let’s head downstairs for dinner. Hurry up, or it’ll get cold."
The ladies bustled downstairs, while Julian trudged slowly behind them.
"Oh dear - what is this going to turn out to be?"