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.
But the new adventurous Sara didn’t leave her sexual escapades in
Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over.
And they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous
ways to ball Sara brains out.
But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would
revisit sights of old adventures where he would sully her anew as well as
finding new and evermore sensual exploits.
Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale
because there intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else
so they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and
range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling
dirty adventurous memories.
Which was why they found themselves back in Sharpinghead in December
on one of the big Santa’s Grotto weekends at Maxlins holiday camp where they
planned making nerve tingling dirty Christmas memories.
The grotto was decorated with red and gold velvet drapes, adorned with
tinsel and coloured lights, with a huge throne in the furthest corner
surrounded by Christmas parcels and leading to the throne was a snow covered
path and on one side of it was a festive tableau of snowmen and reindeer and on
the other side Santa’s sleigh was parked.
And when they first saw it they looked at each other and Gary asked
“Throne of sleigh?”
When they first saw the grotto they looked at each other and Gary
asked
“Throne of sleigh?”
“Both” she replied with a giggle
“Both it is then for my dirty little Christmas Trollope”
“Adventurous dirty little Christmas Trollope, if you don’t mind” she
said
So on Saturday night they sneaked past security and made their way
into the grotto.
“Come on Sara, the costumes are through there” Gary said and led the
way.
Sara rummaged through a rail of costumes and after a few minutes she
appeared holding a Santa suit.
“This one will do for you” she said “put it on and I’ll be back in a
minute”
But when she returned she was dressed as an Elf, which consisted of a
fitted tunic, in green with gold buttons, deep red tights, red and white
striped knee socks and pixie boots with turned up toes and Sara’s hair was tied
up and hidden under a red hat and to all intents and purposes she looked like a
boy, but Santa was nowhere to be seen.
However she had a good idea where he might be and headed towards the
grotto.
“There’s one more customer for Santa” She said and sat on Santa’s
knee.
“I’m almost certain that you’re on the naughty list little girl” Santa
said.
“I’m on the nice and naughty list” Sara said and giggled
“I don’t think I have any presents left” he said
“Oh please Santa I’ll be really good” she said and began groping at
his crotch.
“I’m sure you’ll be good, but you’ll still be a naughty girl” he said
as his hand explored up beneath her tunic and was surprised to find the crotch
of her tights were already damp.
Sara tried to kiss him but the beard got in the way so she
concentrated on his crotch.
“I think Santa has a present for you” he said
“Oh goody” Sara said excitedly “where is it?”
“I think you know very well where it is” said Santa as she vigorously
stroked his cock.
While the Elf handle Santa’s cock, Santa was fingering the Elf through
her tights until he poked a hole through the fabric and then he poked her.
After the hot and heavy petting they stood up and he bent Sara the Elf
over Santa’s throne and yanked her red tights off her arse enough to expose her
cute cheeks and her whiskered lips, then he removed the belt from his waist and
threw open his jacket under which he was naked and he plugged his festive cock
right into her creamy wetness.
“Do you like your present?” he asked
“Oh yes Santa” she panted as he banged her from behind “Oh yes I love
it Santa”
She panted and moaned until that sublime moment when she yelled
“Oh my god” and Santa emptied his sack
“Damn” she said “that was really dirty” she said as he pulled out of
her
“Now pull your pants up” Gary said and slapped her cheek which wobbled
deliciously “Someone’s coming”
“Is it me?” she asked hopefully as she straightened up and put her
hairy chuff away
“We need to hide” he suggested
“Ok” she said and they hid behind the velvet drapes until the security
guard had gone, by which time Sara was horny again, doubtless spurred on by the
danger of discovery, and the fact that she really was a dirty little Christmas
Trollope, so Sara had her hand on Gary’s Cock again.
Then Gary let the slutty little Elf ride Santa to their mutual
satisfaction in his sleigh.
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