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 how they came to be in
Mornington-By-Mere in the middle of July on the day of the Summer Fête.
As had been the long standing tradition the
Fête was held in the Mornington Manor grounds and also in keeping with
tradition it was extremely well attended, in fact it was heaving.
In the week before the Fête Sara had been
on her monthly and after the unwelcome visitor had departed she was as horny as
all hell.
She had already fingered herself to
culmination twice that morning, once in the shower while Gary was out at the
car and a second time in the toilet at the garage while Gary was fuelling the
car, but her efforts were to no avail in fact it hadn’t even dented her need.
Everything was exacerbating her craving,
the sun through the windscreen, the country air, the smell of Gary’s cologne,
even the music on the radio reminded her of times that she was shagged
senseless.
Road signs to destinations where they had
had sex, Sharpington, Dancingdean, Shallowfield and Teardrop Lake.
So when Gary parked the car in Mornington,
he had barely applied the handbrake when Sara started nibbling his earlobe as
her horniness took hold.
He had noticed she was a bit sulky since
they left Maxlins and he had clearly established the reason for her ill humour,
she was as frustrated as fuck.
“That’s the reason we’re here,” he said
weakly
“But I’m so horny babe” she whined as she
licked his ear like a Labrador.
“But…” he protested
“I’m not kidding” she said and lifted her
skirt up so he could see the clearly visible wet patch on her pink panties.
“This isn’t the best place for that” he
said but that was the sum total of his resistance as moments later he had her
t-shirt up under Sara’s chin and was sucking on one of her rose pink nipples
while his hand was going up her skirt and his finger explored the moistness of
her minge.
However it all came to an abrupt end as a
rather loud rotund family went past the car and bent one of the mirrors back.
Fortunately they were too busy feeding
their faces to notice what was going on in Sara’s drawers.
But she quickly covered herself, conscious
that she might be seen.
Spooked by the Golightly’s Sara said
“We need to find somewhere else and soon”
So as quickly as it was possible to do so,
with a throbbing hard on in his trousers, he opened the driver’s door and ran
around to the passenger side and watched through the glass as Sara removed her
wet pants and then her bra, the later she did that thing that girls do went
they pull it out through their sleeve, he liked that, it was like dirty magic.
Gary opened the passenger door and took the
hand of his knickerless and braless girlfriend and said
“Let’s go and find somewhere to scratch
that itch of yours”
“Oh God yes please” she pleaded
Unfortunately the Fête was so well attended
it was difficult to imagine any scenario where he was going to get to use his
scratcher.
All the stall were swarming with punters
and all the tents and marquees were occupied.
So they thought they could chance their
luck in the Manor itself, after all there were countless rooms in there for a
quick shag, even a cupboard would have sufficed.
Unluckily however the house was off limits
and there was security on every entrance.
It was when they were on the way to check
for a back way in to the Manor that Gary spotted the catering van parked about thirty
yards from the house.
And as they passed by it he unceremoniously
bundled her through the side door in amongst the empty wine glass boxes and
then Gary climbed in after her and closed the door behind him.
Although taken by surprise it was with an excited
giggle she stripped off her remaining clothes and set about releasing his
swollen manhood from its confines.
Sara was kissing him urgently with her
tongue darting in and out of his mouth while she tugged roughly on his engorged
cock.
And with a grin
spread wide across her face she settled back on a case of wine with her legs
spread even wider and her lips open to her juicy pink quim and Gary fingered
her hot pussy with two fingers of one hand making her moan while she grasped
hold of his cock until she pushed his sticky fingers away from her dewy lips
with one hand and pulled him into her with the other.
“This is how to
scratch my itch” she said and moaned appreciatively.
At which point her
legs locked around him and crossed at the ankles and she pulled him all the way
in.
“Ohhhhh” she
exclaimed as she received him.
And every subsequent
stroke was similarly received and they had a great rhythm going, her legs still
gripping him hard as he played with her tits while she uttered her delicious
sounds and the van was rocking until Sara panted a few times through gritted
teeth before she came so noisily that the volume of her climax was almost
deafening in the confines of the van.
And when Gary
withdrew she fell off the box which was no longer fit for purpose
“That was so good”
said Sara who was in a sweating panting heap on the floor of the van and then
she giggled.
They quickly
redressed and Gary opened the door to check the coast was clear and then
reached into the van and grabbed Sara’s hand and pulled her out before she had
chance to get her shoes on.
“Come on” he
shouted “we need to run”
As she was pulled
from the van she glanced towards the house to see one of the security men
running towards them shouting.
He had obviously
been alerted by the rocking of the van and the volume of Sara Cumming.
Hand in hand they
ran headlong across the grass towards the hubbub of the Fête, Gary carrying her handbag and she holding her shoes and they were
laughing all the way.
Once lost in the crowd they relaxed and Gary
said
“I’m starving, how about you?”
“Yes I want a hot dog” she said
“Haven’t you had enough sausage for one
day?” he asked
“It’s not the quantity but the quality” she
said aloofly
“You weren’t complaining about quality in
the van” he said as he handed her a hot dog
“And it was ok, but this one has mustard on
it” she said and took a big bite.
They wandered around the attractions for
the next couple of hours and enjoyed the other entertainments on offer and then
headed back toward the car.
“Let’s go for a walk in the woods” he
suggested
“Ok just let me get my knickers from the
car” Sara said
“You won’t be needing them for what I have
in mind” he replied and held her hand
“Oh goody more sausage”
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