Cagoule Story from sixth form years

[100%nylonpuinner]

I was on an ecology field trip for my A level biology whilst at sixth form. Our Biology teacher dictated a list of essential items to take one week before the trip. Of course it was going to be wet and we were going to be wading through streams and ditches. She said “you must pack Wellington boots, water-proof overtrousers and a cagoule”. “I shall be inspecting your kit before we leave and anybody who doesn’t bring a cagoule and overtrousers will be issued them from our lost property store, so be warned!” It was the mid 1990’s and cagoules were not as commonly worn as in the 1980’s, although most girls owned a full zip navy blue cagoule (Peter Storm or similar) as it was part of the secondary school uniform.

On kit inspection day, just before we left for the field centre, our biology teacher said that the anorak I has packed was not waterproof enough as it didn’t have a hood. She then issued me with a generic PU lined royal blue overhead smock cagoule from the lost (or rather long-lost!) property store. The cagoule had a white and yellow stripe patterned on the zip, white drawstrings with white toggles and a front chest pocket with storm flap over a white zip. I felt nerdy at the time as it matched the colour of my waterproof overtrousers, which I had borrowed from my older cousin (who was a hardened camper and festival goer). However, the cagoule I was issued was very clean (newly washed) and in good condition, so at least I knew I wouldn’t look and smell like a tramp before the field trip even started! After kit inspection we all repacked and got on the mini bus to head off on the 3 hour drive to the field-trip centre where we were going to be staying for the week.

When we arrived at the field centre we unpacked in the dormitories we were assigned. I was the only guy in the group from our sixth form and was put in a dormitory with guys from another sixth form college who were on a geography field trip. They had already moved into the room and pretty much taken it over so I ended up with the crappy bed by the door which didn’t seem like a great start to the week. The girls were assigned a single dormitory with bunk beds in which all 14 of them were to sleep which they were too pleased about either. Anyhow we all unpacked and I went up to the girls room where we all had our packed lunches and Kate (the instructor for the week) introduced herself before taking us over to the classroom for our first session. She told us to pack a cagoule and overtrousers in our daytime back-packs and to bring our Wellington boots, as we would be going out into the grounds for a field exercise later in the afternoon and it was raining quite heavily. I had to stop off in my room to pick these up before following Kate and the other girls to the classroom. Kate was very attractive – in her mid-20’s with long straight auburn hair and a slim figure. Being the only guy in our class I felt a bit intimated (as one would expect with 14 girls and a female instructor). Kate would cheekily poke fun at me through the trip in front of the girls and make them laugh. In retrospect I think she was a lipstick lesbian as she was very casually flirty with one of the girls in the class, Laura, who also had red hair and was slightly tomboyish. I was quite jealous as I had a soft spot for Laura, which I had had since our school days. We had also been flirting with each other for some time during our A-biology classes.

After an hour and a half in the dull class learning about soil pH we went out to the woods near the centre where we took soil measurements around moss growth. It was still raining moderately and wet underfoot so before we left the classroom Kate told us we had to wear our wet weather gear so we put one our boots, overtrousers and cagoules, which we had in our daytime backpacks. I was interested to see what cagoules the girls had brought with them. As I had imaged, about half of them put on the full zip navy blue cagoules they still had from secondary school. Some had outgrown these by now though and clearly brought with them cagoules they had borrowed from their older sisters / mothers or had purchased specially. There was a nice selection. One girl (Natasha) had a red overhead Peter Storm cagoule and another (Emma) had a Navy blue overhead smock cagoule with rainbow stripped front zips and white drawstrings. Laura put on an overhead PU lined royal blue smock cagoule similar to the one I had been issued from lost property. I remember Laura’s cagoule vividly. It had a large size/washing label at the back that would always hang out when her hood was down. Through the week we would continually tuck the label in for her but it would always end up sticking out again and in the end we gave up and suggested she cut it out!

So we all walked down to the woods with our cagoules, wellies and overtrousers on. Kate was wearing a bright orange thigh-length PU lined nylon overhead smock cagoule, which had the logo of the field centre sewn on the front up by her right breast. She wore this cagoule with red nylon overtrousers and navy blue wellington boots, in which she later tucked her overtrousers into. The orange cagoule really complemented her hair and when she pulled her hood up she looked very sexy, I thought at the time. Kate led the way to the location where we were going to do our study that afternoon and shouted at us a lot, particularly me. She would shout “hurry up Andy, you are keep us girls waiting” – even though I was the one usually up front. She definitely liked to poke the only guy, but I didn’t take offense since she did it in a jokey way.

After walking about a ¾ mile in the rain we got to the location where we were to do our moss ecology study. Kate took off her backpack (which rustled against her orange cagoule) and took out hard back note pads with plastic covers. She asked me to hand out these notebooks to everybody while she paired us all up. She said strictly “these are the notebooks you are to use all week.” “You must bring them with you every day and don’t lose them as they will be marked at the end of the trip and count as 10% of your final A-level grade”. “This week you are all going to work hard and I will make sure you all score an A grade as long as you pay attention and do the work I set”. The first page of the book contained instructions for our moss study. I was paired with Laura, which I was very pleased about as I had a crush on her, even-though she was a slight tom-boy. We had a similar taste in (indie) music (the Levelers, Sleeper and Garbage were our favorite band of the time) and we had a few other things in common, so we had great conversations. She joked about with me and said I was cleaver and liked be paired with me. Kate came to refer to us as the love birds, as I shall make clear later! Anyway, after and hour and a half in what became soaking rain we had finished our soil study and headed back to the field centre.

When we arrived back at the field-centre we all took off our very wet wellies, cagoules and overtrousers. Kate directed us to a drying room where we could hang up our wet weather gear to dry. There were three other groups at the field centre that week so the drying room was full of nylon cagoules and rain trousers covering all colours of the rainbow and more. I remember thinking at the time “wow” and said to Laura weirdly jokingly; “this room would be a raingear fetish persons dream”. She laughed and said “yeah, looks like a Millet’s store has been robbed and dumped here!” A bell then rang which Kate said was the bell for evening dinner. She shouted “right after dinner you must head back to the classroom for the evening review and the plan for tomorrow’s field study”.

We all sat down to dinner, which we had in a big room with the other groups. Our group all sat around one big table but I was kind of pleased to see that there were some other lads in the room from the other sixth form colleges. After dinner three of them came over and said “you’re in room 26 aren’t you”. I said “yeah” and they informed me that they were the guys that I was sharing with. I then said to them fairly loudly “that’s a pity I have to share with you guys; I thought Laura and I had a penthouse suite having been paired with her for the week by our instructor”. That broke the ice with the guys but made Laura mad and she told me not to be a prick. I whispered “sorry Laura” and she smiled indicating (thankfully) that she had forgiven me very quickly. We then headed back to the classroom, after what was a fairly disgusting spaghetti bolognaise dinner.

Back in the classroom Kate planned out our schedule for the following day. We were to go to a nearby brook where we were going to do an aquatic insect population study. At the end of the session she reminded us to pick up our cagoules from the drying room in the morning before we came back to the class regardless of the weather, since it was obligatory to wear wet weather gear for water based field work. She then went onto to remind us that it was late October in the Peak District and it would inevitably rain anyway! She then sent everyone off and told us we had 1 hour of leisure time before the other instructors would round everybody up and get them to head for their dormitories.

Laura and I and a couple of the other girls (Ruth and Kelly) went to watch some TV with the guys from my room. Laura started to become quite flirty with me and sat on my lap, which very embarrassingly aroused me. She was wearing cherry red Doctor Martin boots, a long flowing dark blue skirt with a black Reading Festival T-shirt and old navy blue V neck jumper. She wasn’t exactly elegantly dressed but I kind of liked girls dressed down and tomboyish, so clearly I didn’t mind. Just as we were getting personal though we were all sent to bed and rudely parted. I therefore had to go back to the room with the lads from another group. We had a laugh though after lights outs and shared stories (or lies!) about shagging chicks until an instructor came in and told us to shut up. At some stage we went to sleep; although I, by this stage, was finding it hard to get Laura out of my head and was thinking how lovely she looked earlier that day in her cagoule and nylon overtrousers.

At 6.30am everybody was woken for showers and breakfast. The showers were cold and the soap horrible smelling (like tar). I took a very quick shower and went for breakfast before heading with the girls in our group to the drying room to get our wet weather gear. Another group was coming out of the room and putting on their cagoules in the foyer of the field-centre as it was drizzling outside and a 5 minute walk to the porta- cabin classrooms. It was nice to see some of the girls from the other groups putting on their cagoules and there was fine selection of mostly full zip nylon Peter Storm type cagoules and a few (striped and unstriped) K-Way-esque overhead cagoules. I was daydreaming amongst the rustling sound of cagoules and overtrousers being donned when suddenly Kate came out of the blue and shouted at everyone to hurry up. She said “look I have already got my cagoule and boots on, what’s keeping you”. I said to Laura we better hurry up or Kate will beat me up again, to which Laura giggled “in your dreams Andy”! We then got kitted up in our wet weather gear. Laura pulled on her cagoule but didn’t put up her hood. I could see that the label was sticking out, so as we walked to the classroom in the rain I discretely tucked it in for her and whispered “just tucking in your label again missy – I’ll cut it out next time” (although I actually liked the opportunity to touch the PU lined hood of her cagoule and gently stroke her neck). “She replied softly and giggly, “oh don’t cut the label out, I like the feeling when you tuck it in and touch my neck”. I thought, hmm… that sounds like a come on and I thought I would test the water by kissing her cheek in cheeky, semi-sexual ,way. She said thank-you and gave me a hug as we walked, which was very nice as our cagoules rubbed together and made that lovely swishy sound. Just as she was doing so though, Kate shouted loudly “come on love birds!” and the other girls laughed. Kate then summoned me and said “right Andy, I am watching you, I’ve heard the other girls talking about you and Laura - it’s not happening on my watch”. I realize now that Kate was actually slightly jealous but I didn’t right at that time. I told Kate I didn’t know what she was talking about.

Anyway we went into the classroom, for five minutes or so, for a brief by Kate. It was quite warm in there and most of us including Laura and I took off our cagoules, only to put them on again ten minutes later. Laura and I were sat at the same desk at the front. Kate said we had to sit at the front so she could keep an eye on us; although really she just had her eye on Laura and I think she was starting to wish she hadn’t paired us together! As we stood up to head off and were donning our cagoules again, Laura said “uh oh, it’s raining heavily again, we are going to need our hoods up today by the looks of things”. She then reached over and pulled up my hood before quickly stroking my face and giving me a peck on the lips (while Kate was looking away). She subsequently pulled up her hood and tied together the drawstrings in a bow around her chin. We then set off on a mile or so hike in the rain to the brook where we were going to do our study.

We spent the whole day at the brook collecting water larvae and insects and doing species identification using really old out of date textbooks. I am not joking; they were from the early 1960’s. We stopped for 1 hour at lunch and the sun came out for a bit. We were able to take off our cagoules and sit down and chat. Kate got quite sociable and told us a story about when she was at university and on a on a field trip in the mountains of Scotland a few years ago. This got the other girls into conversation with her and she lost attention of Laura and I. I used this as an opportunity to flirt with Laura again and hinted we go for a walk that evening after dinner as there was a pub down the road. The pub was theoretically forbidden during the field trip but we had both just turned 18 so thought we could push our luck. To my delight Laura agreed.

We continued that afternoon with our field study and then headed back to the field centre. The rain had stopped but it was very wet underfoot and rather chilly so most of us were cagouled up again. By this stage Kate was so busy chatting with some of the other girls that it had taken her attention away from Laura and I. We walked behind the other girls and held hands. At one stage I put my hand around her and we walked very closely together with our cagoules rubbing together. Laura said she felt very cozy and warm with my arm around her and said not to let go but I had to since Kate started turning around and eyeball me – we had drifted a bit from the group and the other girls were sniggering about us.

After dinner and our classroom exercise that evening, Laura and I got together as agreed. We snuck off to the drying room to get our cagoules as it was cold and wet out and a ½ mile walk to the pub. Laura was wearing the same long dark blue skirt she had been wearing the night before and said jokingly, I’m not putting on my overtrousers as they won’t go over this skirt but you can wear yours if you like”. I replied that I would look a bit silly in the pub with overtrousers on and we both therefore only wore our wellies and cagoules. While I liked seeing Laura in her nylon overtrousers, I knew she would look just as cute in her long skirt, navy blue wellies and royal blue cagoule! I helped her pull on her cagoule, whispering “there you go missy all dressed up and ready for the party” I then stroked her lovely bright strawberry blonde hair before pulling up her hood up and tying up the drawstrings via the toggles. She smiled before leaning forward and giving me a peck on the cheek (causing her nylon hood to rub up against my face). We then headed off quietly and as soon as we got out of the drive to the field centre we held hands again. I then proceeded to rub her back and massage her shoulders as we walked, which was quite arousing because of the feel of her soft hair under her cagoule and her cagoule against her body. She was very relaxed and I took this as an opportunity to stop and kiss her. We kissed for about 2 minutes before I said we had better stop as we don’t have a lot of time before people notice we are gone.

When we arrived at the pub we both nervously went up to the bar and I tried to order us two glasses of red wine. The bar-lady looked at me sternly and said “you are from the field centre aren’t you, let me see ID please”. So Laura and I handed over our Prove it ID cards which everybody applied for when they were 18, as they were a rite of passage in the mid 1990’s! The bar lady said we could stay and have a soft drink but she couldn’t serve alcohol as they had an agreement with the field-centre not to serve alcohol to anybody on a field trip there. So we had two Coca Colas instead. The pub was quite quiet so we headed over to a small table, took off our cagoules and sat down. By now Laura and I were feeling very relaxed with one-another, so I pulled my stool up next to her and we got into a conversation about when she went camping that summer in the New Forest with Emma, Natasha and a girl called Sophie (who I had never met). Our eyes were transfixed on one-other even though Laura’s storey made me realise she was not so innocent. Whilst feeling a bit awkward hearing some of the story I put on a pretense that I found it normal. However, I then thought she would probably be prepared to relive some of her experiences with me (which perked me up in more ways than one!). In part of her story she told me her and Natasha met a guy that they both fancied and had a fight over him. Natasha had gone behind Laura’s back to seduce the guy and had had several encounters with him, so Laura decided to try and catch them in the act. She did so… and (well, how should we put it?) I was slightly shocked to hear the details of the trio encounter that followed, thinking I might find it embarrassing to look Natasha in the eye in the morning!

After about 25 minutes in deep conversation, there was a sudden yell from the other side of the pub. Both Laura and I jumped out of our skin. It was Kate. She came over to check we weren’t drinking and said “you two look cozy” - giving me a cheeky wink. She wasn’t angry but said we would have to go back to the field centre in 20 minutes as the instructors would be doing a head count at 10.30 and if we weren’t there would be trouble. Both Laura and I felt a bit silly, but to our surprise Kate said she would walk back with us to the centre. I didn’t want this as I wanted to take the opportunity to seduce Laura on the way back, whilst she was wearing her cagoule. However, Kate was fairly persistent and we agreed.

On the walk back Kate was very sociable and talkative, not a bit as stern as she was when we were on field exercises. She even joked about how well Laura and I were getting on and that we were the gossip of the field centre, chuckling that we made a cute couple in our matching cagoules. Laura giggled embarrassingly when Kate said this but at the same time looked over at me and smiled. She had the hood of her cagoule tightly tied up and looked very sweet. I smiled back and raised my eyebrows with a simultaneous “come on” wink. I was feeling very aroused with Kate on one side in her orange thigh length overhead cagoule and Laura on the other in her royal blue cagoule that closely match mine. I was worried that Kate would notice my arousal but I managed to keep the conversation going with small talk to limit my excitement.

When we got back to the field centre the three of us went to the drying room where Kate quickly took off her cagoule and hung it up. She then rushed off saying she had to help the other instructors with the head-count in 20 minutes. I was very surprised she would leave Laura and I alone in the circumstances. We still had our cagoules on and Laura still had her hood up. She looked so cute and I gave her a big hug, taking the opportunity for our cagoules to rub against each other. We started kissing again. The kiss became very passionate and I was extremely aroused. Laura commented that I was excited! I didn’t reply and hurriedly untied the drawstrings on her hood and pulled it down so I could kiss and massage her neck. I then lifted up the front of her cagoule and started touching her breasts. On doing so she let out a very sweet sigh and started making very soft sexual sounds. At that point I knew she was aroused too, so I put my hand first up her jumper and then up her T-shirt so I could feel her bra. She didn’t mind at all and she grabbed my thigh, starting to rub her hand up and down getting closer to, but not touching my now very enlarged private area. All the time our cagoules were rubbing closely together, and were making that gorgeous swishy sound as they were starting to dry out. In the heat of the moment I whispered how sexy I thought she was, “even in a cagoule”. I said “even in a cagoule” as I didn’t want her to think I was fascinated by this nylon rainwear, but to my surprise she said she liked the feel of kissing whilst wearing cagoules since they were soft, cozy and sensual, “a bit like silk”. This statement was hugely arousing and I rubbed her crotch gently to see if she was on the same page. I could feel her knickers under her skirt and could tell she was indeed very aroused, so proceeded to lift her skirt and gently ran my hands around her knicker line. She had loosened up and was getting quite wet, so I started massaging around her lips before gently inserting a finger and stimulating her clitoris. She continued to make soft aroused sighs – we were both feeling very hot in that room with our cagoules on and being surrounded by nylon raingear! I was conscious though that we had to get upstairs for the head count and said we had better make a move. She groaned “ohhh’ I guess we had” and we slowly parted from our embrace, kissing one another at the same time. I helped her take her cagoule off and straighten her skirt out before taking off my cagoule. I hung both cagoules up next to each other and placed our wellington boots next to each other on the rack below. We then put our (comparatively clean) Doc Martin boots back on and made our way upstairs. On our way to our respective rooms there were lots of other people on the stairs, they were looking at us, the girls sniggering and the guys giving me cheeky grins. Laura went very red (complementing her gorgeous bright red hair) and I had a wry smile, feeling a bit of a god (as you do at that age when you score). Laura went off to her room and me to mine. We looked back at one another smiling embarrassedly as we parted. I couldn’t wait to see her again the following day…….

To be continued? You decide.

[Domino]

Good one. Nicely told. Please continue.

Domino

[kulshan]

GREAT story and the context is an experience that most of us can relate to in our younger years. Seems like camps and the outdoors bring out the best encounters. Keep up the good work!

[kagooligan]

Hey, thanks for sharing your story, the narrative is wonderful and it seems to be really hotting up! Please post more

[Cagoule]

Hi - great to see a fellow Peter Storm cagoule fan join the forum and thank you so much for a really great story. I love it and it so reminds me of a sixth form field trip many years ago...! I would love you to continue please...! Many thanks indeed.

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[100%nylonpuinner]

All. Thank you very much for your nice comments. You have spurred me to continue and I am doing so. I just wanted to say I am telling my storey complete “as was”. The only enhancement is expressing my thoughts at the time. I am not at all embarrassed to share or ashamed, in fact I am finding it therapeutic. My storey will proliferate a bit as I intend to expand beyond the trip to the rest of my sixth form and then my university days. As I say want to tell things as exact as they were; no exaggeration, fibs or needless profanity. I hope this is acceptable although I do understand it won’t appeal to all. Please tell me if I am boring you (that’s not my intention at all). I just wanted to share. Thanks again for your comments.

[mason]

I would much rather hear a true story without any made-up bullshit. That's what "fiction" is for

Please feel free to go ahead and tell us what happened in your own words: I'm really looking forwards to hearing everything!

[Cagoule]

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[Cagoule]

Any news 100%nylonpuinner..?

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[Muddy Sandra]

Keep going, don't leave us in suspense PLEASE