(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 foul 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.
It was a frustrating day, rain and thunder took the woods out of play, a group of 50 scouts were monopolizing the assault course, and there was a guard by the disabled toilet, so they were facing a bunk up in a bunk bed, not particularly adventurous.
But Gary had an idea, as he often did, and Sara knew he did because he was wearing his dirty old man leer so she knew she was in for something even if she didn’t know where.
His idea was a train ride and they got the slow train from Sharping St Mary that looped around the Vale.
They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside
“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly
“Everything makes you horny lately” he said
“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out
“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”
(Part 02)
They sat in the main carriage as the train rattled its way through the countryside
“I think trains make me horny” Sara said quietly
“Everything makes you horny lately” he said
“I haven’t heard you complain” she pointed out
“I’m not complaining now” he said “let’s go and find somewhere to scratch your horny itch”
He took her hand and they left the carriage quietly and made their way to one of the first class carriages.
They opened the door and drew the blinds on the corridor side and Gary thought it a perfect location with the Finchbottom Vale scenery passing by their scene of debauchery.
Sara clearly had a similar idea, as the moment the last blind was pulled down wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it.
Gary stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and asked
“When did you take your knickers off?”
“I didn’t put any on” she replied
“You dirty mare” he said impressed and then she pulled her top off over her head and he inched forward and ran his fingers through her lush growth.
“I think trains do make me horny” she said as he worked his fingers towards her minge.
“And like I said before, everything makes you horny” Gary said as his digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her quim and she leant back against the window and while he kissed her he fingered her slippery slit.
“Mmmm” she moaned in his mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing him to slip two fingers into her creaminess.
And as he frigged her and Sara came loudly and she closed her thighs on his hand and held it there until he freed himself and maneuvered her to the seat where she climbed on to all fours and presented him with her pink moist blossom so he knelt behind Sara’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.
“Oh that feels so good Gary” Sara said “So hot and so dirty”
Sara had her face pressed against the glass admiring the quaint Finchbottom scenery as the train travelled through the Vale as he skewered her wriggling squirming form and her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as he brought her to juddering climax and Sara screamed, a second later he erupted inside her.
When he withdrew his sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back and purred
“That was so good”
Fortunately they had finished their Adventurous shag in a timely fashion as a few minutes later as they were leaving the compartment the inspector was coming the other way and they both laughed.
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