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 early afternoon and they and sneaked
into one of their favourite nookie places, the disabled toilet, which was
situated at the end of the old railway platform, and were indulging in a spot
of foreplay.
Gary was sitting on the seat and Sara was
on his lap, her t-shirt and bra sitting crumpled above her breasts as they
kissed and his fingers were working at her wet pussy.
They were fast nearing the point when the
entrée would be over and the main course could be served when there was a loud
banging on the door which rather put paid to the loud banging that they had in
mind.
“Come out of there you dirty pair” a voice
shouted as Gary fingered Sara in the disabled loo
“That’s a shame” Gary said “you were just
lathering up a treat”
“Never mind” she said stoically “I’m not
drying up any time soon”
They stood up and Sara put her tits back in
their holster as Gary made himself comfortable enough to run.
“We know you’re in there” the voice shouted
and banged on the door again
When they were both ready they held hands,
took a deep breath, smiled, and Gary threw the bolt and opened the door and
then they ran headlong off the end of the platform hand in hand and giggling
with disapproving shouts of protest in their wake and they ran all the way to
their car .
Gary and Sara, still giggling, set off for
some Carnal adventure in the Dancingdean Forest.
They parked the car
and got out and Gary couldn’t stop giggling so Sara decided the only way to
stop him was to kiss him, but what began as a means of suppressing his giggles
ended with her tongue darting in and out of his mouth like a viper so he
returned the kiss to her hot panting mouth.
“This is very nice,” she panted as he rummaged
inside her t-shirt and had just managed to uncup her breasts when she suddenly
stopped him
“Oh no you don’t” she said and ran off down
the path.
Gary was taken completely by surprise but
as quickly as he could he ran after and although she had a good head start it
didn’t take long for him to close the ground on her and he grabbed hold of her
back pack and pull her back.
But her progress was only halted
momentarily as she wriggled free of the straps and Gary ended up sitting on his
arse holding the bag, and to add insult onto injury she flashed her bouncing
Charlie’s at him and ran off laughing.
“That’s dirty fighting” he called after her
and quickly got back to his feet but she managed to show him a clean pair of
heels all the way down the track, and he only caught her then because she
stopped.
“Well that was quite an adventure wasn’t
it?” she said “It’s a shame you couldn’t keep up”
“I don’t think you truly appreciated the
inherent difficulty in running whilst sporting an erection,” he said somewhat pompously
“You have an erection?” she asked smiling
“let’s have a look”
“You do realise that, like a samurai, if I
draw my weapon I have to use it?” he responded
“Ok” she said and stood biting her lip as
he dropped his pants and trousers.
Sara studied his hard on intently for a few
moments and then said
“I don’t think I’ll bother after all”
“You cheeky cow” he said affronted, as she
turned on her heels and ran up a side track giggling like a schoolgirl.
So Gary kicked away the pants and trousers
that were restricting his ankles, dropped the back pack and sprinted after her
and he caught her halfway up the incline and she screamed as he grabbed her by
the waist.
“Got yer,” he said
“I thought you couldn’t run fast with a
stiffy,” she said
“Not when it’s unrestricted,” he said as he
tugged her clothes down and exposed her gorgeous buttocks and the moist pink
flower between them and then moved his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped
her luscious fruits as his cock plunged into her wetness and she exclaimed a
delicious moan of pleasure.
He withdrew and repeated the action and
elicited another moan before withdrawing again but this time as he began his
penetration annoyingly Sara scrambled away up the hill.
He reached out to grab her and got a good
hold of her joggers but she continued to wriggle away and he was left holding
her empty joggers.
Once free of his clutches she scrambled to
the top of the hill with her knickers around her knees, which she quickly
slipped off and bent down to retrieve them and Sara was giggling as she wiped
her moist lips with the pink panties and then threw them in his face.
He picked them up and held them to his nose
and watched her giggling on the summit.
“You dirty little Adventurer” he said and
began slowly ascending the hill.
Sara screamed and bolted out of sight as he
pulled his top off over his head.
She was kneeling naked in the middle of
patch of grass as he walked into view and Sara was licking her lips in
anticipation as he approached, then as he knelt on the grass as well she turned
her back on him, he thought for a moment she was going to make him chase her
again but instead she bent over and offered her open pink petals to him and
said.
“Come on then Samurai it’s time to use your
weapon”
Always willing to oblige he tucked in
behind her and slipped comfortably inside her hot cunny and Sara moaned whorishly
with each penetration and he grunted in turn.
It was not a long drawn out affair as both
of them were at a heightened state of horniness due to their prolonged
adventurous foreplay in the disabled loo so almost in record time they grunted
and moaned their way to a satisfying climax and collapsed in a sweaty heap.
They then had to
walk naked down the hill collecting their discarded clothes on the way.
That wasn’t the end
of their sexploits for the day as their encore to their earlier performance
however was a much more methodical act of passionate expression and mutual
satisfaction, when after a picnic they made love on a fallen oak.
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