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 March for the big St Patrick’s Day extravaganza
at Maxlins holiday camp.
But it wasn’t Maxlins
where they had their most exhilarating St Patrick’s Day Adventure.
Gary and Sara went to Sharpington
for the St Patricks day Parade.
That particular year
was the 10th annual parade and it was getting bigger every year and ran the
length of the promenade, and it was very busy and very noisy and a prime
candidate for their Adventurous lust.
Because Parade day was
so busy they drove over the night before and Gary parked as close as he could
to the promenade at a little after 2 am.
Unlike their previous
missions in Sharpington they had no idea quite how they were going to get their
rocks off, they would just have to take any opportunity that presented itself.
And because they had
no plan as such they had to dress for any eventuality, so no satin dresses or
silk stockings or high heels for Sara and no smart suit for Gary.
So they were about
robust and practical but most important of all easily removed when necessary.
They wandered around
Sharpington for about an hour and found the all the floats parked in the
Football Stadium car park with only the scantest security.
“Guess where we’re
sleeping tonight” Sara said
They sneaked into the
car park and looked for a suitable float that would suit their needs and after
about 15 minutes they found it.
It was absolutely perfect for their purpose, it was
all a mass of fibre glass, all white and pure and adorned with swans and Angels
and little pedestal thrones for the little maids to sit on while the men in the
crowd look on picturing them naked or with their balls resting on the virgins
chins.
On either side, at the cab end of the float, large LED
screens were mounted that would display propaganda about why young girls should
keep their legs crossed.
But behind the screens
was a large void which would more than suit the adventurer’s purpose.
They climbed up the
side of the cab and dropped down into void and Gary turned on his torch to
check out their surroundings
“This will do nicely”
he pronounced and then he shone his light on Sara and added “And so will you”
“You smooth talking
bastard” she retorted and then she noticed the beam of his torch had lingered
on her crotch.
“What are you doing?”
“Your joggers are damp”
he stated, so she looked down and could see in the torchlight a dark patch on
her grey joggers.
“I can’t help it” she
said very childlike “It’s exciting”
“Then I suggest we get
in the sleeping bag so I can fuck your exited little arse off”
After their long and
exhausting fuck they slept soundly in the sleeping bag and when he woke up the
float was moving.
“Wake up Sara” he said
“What?” she said
sleepily
“Wake up” he said “We’re
on the move”
“Well you certainly
are” she responded grabbing his early riser and tugging on it before ducking
her head inside the sleeping bag and taking his cock in her mouth.
“God I love you Sara”
he sighed and a second later her head appeared from its cocoon and she gave him
a wet lipped smile
“I love you too” she
said and then she returned to her breakfast.
Five minutes later he
urged her to desist and they wriggled free of the sleeping bag and redressed
and stopped to eat sandwiches and take on some fluids in the form of energy
drinks before the party really got going and packed their stuff away in the
back packs just in case they needed to make a quick getaway.
Sara was wearing a
tight fitting pink vest top that really defined her cute breasts and in the
cool morning March air her nipples were so erect Gary thought they might
actually burst through the fabric.
On her bottom half she
had on the grey joggers from the night before.
“You do realize you’re
going to have a wet patch in those again” he pointed out
“I’d better” she said
and thrust her hand down his own joggers and grabbed his cock roughly.
“I promise” he said
and slid his hands inside her joggers and squeezed her cheeks and then added “Are
you ever going to wear knickers again?”
“Only when I have too”
she replied
“Cool” he said and
kissed her, but she pushed him backwards until he was sitting on a tool chest
and Sara was above him, kissing down into his mouth, her striking serpent like
tongue in and out of his rapidly, her limpet lips sealed over his, as her
flared nostrils snorted in air.
His hands still
grasped her firm buttocks and then he chose that moment to pull them down to
her knees.
Gary then steered her
fit bod until she was sitting on his lap.
Her tits looked
gorgeous in her pink top but he decided he would fondled them later.
Sara wrapped her arms
around him and buried her face in his neck as his hands headed downward and her
thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the coarse hair of her bush where
they paused briefly on her prominent mound before slipping into the creamy
abyss of her hot juicy pussy.
Her face was buried
deep in the crook of his neck murmuring and moaning as he stroked her gorgeous
moist flower until she came and in an instant Sara was up off his lap and
rushed into the corner of the void and bent over.
“Do me from behind so
I can watch the crowd as you bang me” she urged
“You do know that they
won’t be cheering you babe” he pointed out
“They are in my
fantasy” she replied and she wriggled forward so she could get a better view of
her fantasy audience through the gap in the fiberglass.
Gary’s lustful gaze
was on her moist pink pussy that had opened like a clamshell for him.
He got to his feet and
approached her but Sara was stooped over too low for him to easily penetrate
her so he reached an arm around her midriff and gripped her right hip firmly
and lifted the horny little cow off the ground and delivered her moist and
inviting pussy up to cock height and accompanied by an appreciative moan from
Sara he penetrated her.
While he supported her
weight with his arm wrapped around her middle, Sara obligingly wrapped her legs
around his and crossed her ankles behind him and began moaning uncontrollably
as he pumped her pussy.
With the intense
motion her pink top had rolled up her torso and liberated her tits which
jiggled invitingly but regrettably he couldn’t take them in hand as he still
had hold of her round the midriff and had grabbed hold of a stanchion with the
other.
Sara was grunting
louder with each successive thrust he gave her and her head was rolling wildly
from side to side as she began roaring, almost as loud as the crowd she was
watching, as she was on the threshold of bliss and then she let out a long loud
triumphant roar as she went rigid and his cock spasm’d inside her.
The Adventurous pair
stayed motionless for several minutes breathing hard and sweating until Sara
chuckled and said between pants
“Don’t you just love a
parade?”
“God yes” he replied
as he pulled slowly out of quivering quim causing her to let out a long
satisfying sigh.
They then sat on the
tool chest and gathered themselves and Gary looked up to see they were just
passing the Sharpington Fun House and he realized that the parade had only just
reached halfway.
That fact was
problematic because having done their dirty deed they would have to wait until
the end of the Parade before they could make their escape unseen.
Gary sat on the tool
chest pondering and watched Sara putting her clothes back on, in particular he
watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties.
He had not begun to
redress and watching sexy Sara had begun to stir the beast, which had not gone
entirely unnoticed by Sara.
“Well we are just half
way” he said “So what are we going to do now?”
“I’m sure we’ll think
of something” she said sinking to her knees and engulfing his juice covered
cock in her mouth
“You’re cock mad you
are” he said “Thank God”
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