Choice Tales from the Vale – (147) The Valentines Adventure

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 February for the big St Valentines extravaganza at Maxlins holiday camp.

But it wasn’t at Maxlins where they had their most exhilarating Valentines 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 Tunnel of Love, which in their opinion was the perfect location for a Valentine’s Day fuck.

Gary parked as close as he could to the Fun Park and when they got out Sara was dressed all in a red, a satin dress, silk stockings and high-heeled shoes while Gary was dressed in a dinner jacket.

 

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, when they did a similar Adventure on the Ghost Train they went round 8 times before her legs had recovered enough for her to walk away.

But before they went in they went elsewhere for a spot of foreplay.

The pier had been a favourite spot for them in the past but they were banned from the pier after being caught in flagrante in the Punch and Judy tent so they went under the pier instead.

When she looked around at their surroundings Sara said

“I want to get dirty, but don’t get me dirty”

“Don’t worry” he said “I’ll get you the right kind of dirty”

“I mean it” she said “I love this dress”

“Trust me” he said and he kissed her and her arms wrapped serpent like around his neck and he fondled her breast through the satin of her dress and snorting through her nose as she adjusted her body position so he could get hold of both breasts until her nipples erected through the fabric.

They were both naked beneath their costumes because they didn’t want anything to hinder them in their quest.

The kissing was becoming more intense so he grabbed a handful of her dress and pulled it upwards until his hand was touching her firm round buttocks and her breathing was deepening with every snorting exhale through her nose.

But Sara was impatient so she adjusted her stance so his hand could easily access her hairy bush and then on between her sticky lips and the moment his finger touched her pussy she broke away from Gary’s mouth and was moaning loudly in his ear as he stroked her creamy quim.

Sara desperately clung onto him as he fingered her and then she lifted one leg off the floor as his digital attentions became more intense and with the knee bent she drew her long leg up until her thigh was almost perpendicular and he made her come.

“Oh God Gary”

As they walked up the steps from below the pier he had to take off his jacket to cover the bulge in his trousers.

 

They joined the short queue for the Tunnel of Love, they were counting on the fact that it wouldn’t be that popular, it was a bit old fashioned for the 21st century.

It was an altogether slower ride than the Ghost Train and was also longer so he only needed one circuit of sustained fingering to prime Sara’s pussy and similarly she only needed one boat trip of prolonged stimulating head.

So Gary sat with his jacket folded over his swollen cock as Sara handed over another token to the operator and their boat passed through the entrance again and the moment the door closed behind them Gary took the jacket off his cock and Sara knelt in front of him and gripped the side of the boat and Gary lifted her dress to expose her tidy buttocks and held her hips as he pierced Sara’s tight pussy and thrust into her repeatedly as wonderfully dirty exclamation’s echoed down the tunnel as the boat rocked from side to side.

Her obvious ecstasy was the result of his consummate rhythm, his stamina and a willing well primed recipient.

“Finish me” she begged so he pumped her syrupy fanny hard as she knelt in the boat and she howled into the tunnel.

Gary was holding her hips as he drove into her hot creamy cunny and her animal grunting intensified until he emptied his aching balls into her and she came hot and hard.

And Sara had just about manage to get her horny arse back on the seat as they emerged into the night air.

“Let’s go round again,” she said “twice”