(Part 01)
Gary Kitchen and Sara Sund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with Sara, she wanted a double bed and plenty of “bedding”
“What the hell are they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” he replied but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t like sex she really did like it, she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember when she enjoyed a kiss and a grope in the woods and a bit of fingering in the unisex toilets but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
But she really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours.
In fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Sara’s naked buttocks protruding from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word “Sorry”.
And a very adventurous sexual episode followed with Sara hanging off the bunk while he fucked her hard.
After that first surrender to adventure Sara felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
As it was a beautiful day Gary suggested some alfresco fun out in the woods but Sara was reluctant because of the large number of campers and the sparse cover around the camp site so later that morning they took a drive over to the Dancingdean Forest.
They parked up and then walked along a well-worn trail for about half an hour and then Gary led them off-piste into the more heavily forested wood.
And a half an hour later they came to a small rocky clearing and then they sat down and had a drink.
“Another half an hour” he said, “and we should be alright”
“I like it here” she said and kissed him an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.
“I think we need to go a bit further into the woods” he said breaking away from her embrace.
“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand on his lap, which duly swelled in response.
He broke away again and insisted urgently
“We really do need to go further under cover”
“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.
(Part 02)
Gary and Sarah sat in a clearing kissing, but fearful of discovery he broke away from her again and insisted urgently
“We really need to go further under cover”
“No” she said again and began to unzip his fly.
“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly removed his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.
After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his bell before taking his cock in her mouth.
“God she really has embraced the adventure” he thought to himself
“I really think we should …” he began but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft he knew they weren’t going anywhere.
“Oh Sara” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him a slutty leer which said
“Now you can fuck me you dirty bastard”
The problem was where, they were in a clearing and although deserted they couldn’t trust to luck that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.
However while he was dithering about trying to think of a safe place to take her the new adventurous decisively dirty Sara took control of the situation, when she took hold of his cock and led him, like a bull by the nose, behind a tree.
Once they were safely out of sight she let go of his tool and quickly undid her jeans and when they were residing just above her knees accompanied by her pink lacy knickers she leant against the tree with her arse pointed provocatively at him her pale cheeks quivering in the dappled sunlight.
With a quick check over his shoulder to see the coast was clear he dropped his pants and trousers and inched up behind her.
Gary got in close and his cock slipped in between her thighs until he could feel the course hairs of her bush brushing against the end of his erection and with no time for finesse he just groped inside her jacket and un-cupped her breasts while she rubbed her moist lips along his shaft and once he had her plump breasts in hand he moved backwards slightly, bent his knees and thrust purposely upwards into the heat of her.
“Nice” Sara said as he slipped into her and as he gave her more of the same she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.
It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Sara barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt.
Sweating and panting, they stayed joined in their lustful pose for a few moments and then he withdrew and quickly redressed while a panting Sara stood hugging the tree and after he finished he slapped Sara’s quivering buttock.
“Oh God I love adventure” she said
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