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”.
He paused by the bunk and felt himself rising in unison with the sun and
after undressing he leant in and pulled the post it off and kissed her plump
cheek and the stirring continued.
So he caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours of her arse
towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips and at his first touch
she was no more than moist, but she lathered up very quickly as he stroked her
and she began murmuring softly into her pillow.
And as she warmed to his rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated
from her pillow he penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly
until she came.
After he had withdrawn his wet fingers from her pussy she swung her legs
over the side and slid off her bunk so he could dispatch her on the lower bunk.
But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing he took the
initiative, and wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her
before her feet could hit the floor.
Supporting her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle while
his right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give him some purchase while he
fucked her.
But after a couple of strokes Sara planted her feet on the bottom bunk
and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as he shagged her and her gorgeous little
cheeks were slapping against his belly like waves lapping against the side of a
boat.
Gary could feel himself on the threshold as Sara bobbed up and down on
him like a monkey on a stick and then with a scream of satisfaction she went
rigid, but he pressed on with the assault until he too climaxed and exploded
inside her and then
they fell backwards onto the floor.
While they lay in a post coital heap on the floor she said
“Was that adventurous enough for you?”
“It’s a start” he said
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