(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 but it was a damp miserable morning and Sara was a bit fed up, she was really enjoying her renewed sex drive and was keen to get some more.
But the inclement weather ruled out the woods and the assault course was a non-starter during the day.
So as they sat at a table in the café she looked over at Gary and sighed but when he looked back he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
It was still lashing down with rain and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm accompanying it and when Sara opened the door, everyone was scurrying for cover.
Gary however took Sara by the hand and led her to the end of the platform where just around the corner was the disabled toilet.
They made it unnoticed with the weather being so bad so he opened the door to the disabled loo and once they were inside he closed and bolted the door and the second the lock snapped he heard the rustle of Sara’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she began debagging him from behind and he had his trousers and pants around his ankles and her eager hands on his cock before he could blink.
(Part 02)
It was still lashing down with rain when they left the café and added to that there was a violent thunderstorm accompanying it and when Sara opened the door, everyone was scurrying for cover.
Gary however took Sara by the hand and led her to the end of the platform where just around the corner was the disabled toilet.
They made it unnoticed with the weather being so bad so he opened the door to the disabled loo and once they were inside he closed and bolted the door and the second the lock snapped he heard the rustle of Sara’s cagoule as she threw it in the corner and then she began debagging him from behind and he had his trousers and pants around his ankles and her eager hands on his cock before he could blink.
Gary was still slipping off his coat as Sara steered him around so he was facing her where she could kiss him and play with his cock at the same time, adventurous little Sara had taken complete control of the situation, which was something he was quite unaccustomed too.
Nonetheless he reclaimed the initiative by lifting the diminutive Sara up off the floor until she was standing on the toilet seat where she continued to kiss him while he yanked her wet leggings and even wetter cotton knickers down to her knees.
He afforded himself a rewarding fondle of her fleshy cheeks before seating her on the disabled handrail so he could completely remove her leggings and panties as he sat on the toilet seat.
Sitting on the loo seat placed him perfectly between her white bony knees and he was about to sip from her furry cup when she pushed his head back.
“No not this time” she said taking the initiative again, this time by climbing on to his lap and kissing him hard on the mouth as she impaled her hot creamy cunny on his cock, her hot breath filling his mouth as she slid down on him.
Gary instantly set about getting in-between her and her bra, which only took a few seconds once before he was cupping her lovely breasts.
Sara by that time had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and was going about her task with relish, her mouth now by his ear and she was moaning coarsely.
All he could do at that point was to grasp at her buttocks and hang on for dear life as she pumped up and down, faster and faster, on his shaft.
“Oh Gary” Sara whimpered as she moved towards the abyss and he moved his hands up to her hips to control the rhythm.
She then gripped the support rail behind his head and through gritted teeth her moans grew louder and louder and louder
“Ohhhh God” she screamed and throwing back her head she pumped on him again and Gary came in her.
And Sara pumped again, milking him of every drop.
“Ahhh” Sara exclaimed as she wrapped herself around his neck again and kissed him and they stayed like that for a minute or so
“This is a good nookie place” she said as she was climbing off of him and then she was on the move and redressing herself.
When they emerged it had stopped raining and they were greeted by disapproving looks and some tutting from people who had obvious heard Sara coming.
They looked at each other and smiled and Sara said
“I think we should have a shower”
“Great idea” he agreed “let’s get some change”
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