(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.
“Let’s go to Sharpington” he suggested “if the weather clears we can do it in the dunes”
“Ok” she agreed not entirely convinced
(Part 02)
The rain hammered down all the way to the coast and Sara thought he was being extremely optimistic about the weather clearing.
They parked on the sea front facing the sea and sat in the car waiting for a glimmer of hope and Sara sighed.
“Don’t worry” he said “Something will turn up”
But Sara was still unconvinced and sighed again so he gave her a hug and five minutes later he had her sitting in the passenger seat, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they kissed and her knickers were hanging from the indicator stalk as his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the seaside foreplay would be over and Sara stopped kissing him and smiled a lusty grin when she opened his fly and went down on him.
But five minutes later he lifted her head from his lap
“Come on then Sara if you want more adventure” he said clambering into the back of the car and sat in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Sara was not a big girl nor was she a tall girl but she had to stoop as she sidled between him and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of him before they continued, Gary didn’t know nor understood her rationale and to be honest he didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above his lap he lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips he pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped him and she was squatting on his shaft.
“God Gary I wasn’t expecting that” Sara said and gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on him, rising to the very tip of him on the up stroke and using every millimeter of his shaft on the down and Sara’s wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the interior of the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode him right up to the point that his aching balls were fit to burst and he gripped her hips tightly until she milked him dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto his lap and leaned back against him.
“That was better than the dunes” she said “What do you think?”
“Oh yes” he agreed
“So what should we do now” she said wiggling her arse on his lap with him still inside her
“I think we should have some lunch and then see if one of those beach huts are empty” he said and she giggled
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