Ron Millington and his girlfriend Sharon Rigby were on holiday in Sharpington at the end of the season and they were walking along the prom when Sharon indicated to him that she was horny, but as they were a good yomp from the caravan they decided to duck onto the pier to hopefully find somewhere quiet, and they found the perfect spot, the disabled toilet, which was situated at the end of the Pier adjacent to the theatre, and were soon indulging in a spot of foreplay.
Ron was sitting on the seat and Sharon 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 bastards” a voice
shouted.
“That’s a shame” he 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 Ron 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 then Ron threw the bolt and opened the door and then they
ran headlong along the Pier hand in hand and giggling with disapproving shouts
of protest in their wake and they ran all the way and didn’t stop until they
reached the promenade, from where, still giggling, they set off for some Carnal
satisfaction back at the caravan.
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