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 there in October for the big
Halloween extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.
But it wasn’t at Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating
Halloween adventure.
Gary and Sara went to The Sharpington Fun Park, unsurprisingly located
in Sharpington-By-Sea.
The Fun Park was the first purpose built amusement park to open in
Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the Rotor and the Wild Mouse,
The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper all very tame compared to a 21st century
roller coaster but what drew the Adventurers to it was the Ghost Train, which
in their opinion was the perfect location for a Halloween shag.
Gary parked as close as he could to the Fun Park and when they got out
Sara was dressed as a Witch and naturally her outfit was all black except for
the white stripes on her thigh length socks and the red laces in her
high-heeled ankle boots while Gary was
dressed as a wizard, which really only consisted of a long cloak with stars on
it over the top of a black caftan.
When they got to the
Fun Park they bought a shed load of tokens because they didn’t know how long
the ride was going to be.
But before they went
in they went on the pier first for a spot of foreplay.
They were both naked
beneath their costumes because they didn’t want anything to hinder them in
their quest.
They stopped by a bench that looked out to sea and Gary sat down and
Sara sat on his knee.
“Let the fun begin” she said and put her arms around his neck and
kissed him full on the mouth in a very liquid kiss.
This served to stir his loins and he then set out to stimulate her,
firstly he groped her sublimely firm and pliant breasts through her thin shirt
and her teats, stiffened promptly to his touch.
She was now kissing him hard and hot as he moved his hand slowly along
the inside of her thigh and she trembled beneath his touch but her legs opened
up wide to allow his hand to advance.
She had no panties on for him to contend with but still he dallied and
teased her before he slid his fingers between her lips, Sara stopped kissing
him and rested her forehead against his where with her mouth open she emitted a
long low growl of appreciation.
Beneath his finger her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her
unguents was like liquid silk on his fingertips.
As he worked her gently she abruptly snapped her thighs shut and said
through gritted teeth
“Time to go”
As they walked down the pier he had to borrow her hat to cover the
great bulge in his caftan.
Gary and Sara joined the short queue for the Ghost Train, they were
counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit tame for
the 21st century.
They when round a
couple of time while he gave her some serious fingering then twice more while she gave him great head, after
the second time he was wearing her hat over his cock.
Sara handed over another token and they passed through the entrance
again and the moment the door closed behind them Gary took the hat off his cock
and Sara slid in front of him and gripped the handrail and Gary lifted her
skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and held her hips as Sara impaled her tight
pussy on his cock and pumped down on him repeatedly, and wonderfully dirty
exclamation’s echoed around the Ghost Train and mingled with the screams.
But despite her obvious ecstasy and the consummate rhythm and her
stamina showing no signs of wavering she didn’t manage to ride him to orgasm
before the exit loomed large.
“Shit” she exclaimed and climbed off her position of pleasure and sat
down heavily next to him just in the nick of time and Gary wore her hat again.
“Are you sure you want to go again?” the operator asked
“God yes” she snapped and handed him another token.
Once more they passed through the entrance but this time she didn’t
wait for the door to close behind them before she snatched the hat off his cock
and gripped the handrail again and as Gary lifted her skirt her syrupy fanny
enveloped his cock yet again but this time she pumped down on him like her life
depended on it, with her head thrown back like a baying wolf and her vocalizing
was loud and rapid.
Gary was holding her cute arse as her well-toned thighs drove her hot
creamy cunny down on him and then he joined in with her animal grunting as the
dirty little witch rode him right up to the point his aching balls were fit to
burst and he gripped her round hips until she milked him dry of every drop of
seed and then she leant against him.
“That was really dirty” Sara said as she slid stickily off him
“Dirty is good isn’t it?” he said
“Oh yes” she agreed and chuckled “Dirty is very good, we need to go
round again though”
“Really?” he asked “Why?”
“Because I don’t think I can walk yet” she said and giggled
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