Jenny Ambrose worked at Maxlin’s Holiday Camp in Sharpinghead
in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working
railway station before it fell foul to Dr Beeching and his cuts.
Jenny Ambrose had had plenty of boyfriends and she was
not a virgin, but she hadn’t found a man to get her motor purring until she
started working at the Holiday Camp and she first met James.
Jenny lived in Sharpinghead with her parents, but
James had a chalet on site but after three weeks she was getting increasingly
horny and they were still at the stage of a quick hand job or a cheeky finger,
but she wanted so much more, and every time she saw him, she was instantly
horny, and after every interlude with James she was left a little hornier than
the time before.
She lay in bed and was unable to do anything about it
other than a quiet fingering in her bedroom in her parents’ house until James
made his move or she made hers.
Jenny was awake early the next morning despite a
fitful night’s sleep full of erotic dreams, lustful sensual dreams, and just
downright dirty dreams all of which featured James dressed in various costumes
and for every costume there was a different position in which he was fucking
her and as a result she was wetter in the morning than she had been the night
before.
After a quick shower and a satisfying fingering, she
had breakfast with her parents and then walked into work where her first port
of call was the common room where she hoped to see James however, he was
nowhere to be seen so she got to work.
Jenny was a chalet maid and spent the morning
stripping the beds and remaking them with fresh bed linen, and as she stuffed
the joy juice covered sheets into a laundry trolley, and her thoughts turned to
how they got soiled, dirty sheets soiled by other women’s passions, she cursed
the dirty lucky cows.
As Jenny walked towards the common room she had
already decided on her course of action after she had finished her shift, and
the thought of it was making her very wet and she sincerely hoped that she
would be even wetter when her plans came to fruition.
James had no idea of what plans were afoot and as
Jenny went about her duties over the next couple of hours, she was imagining
every form of titillation which made her so horny she thought she was going to
explode like a volcano.
At the end of her shift, she went to the office and
asked.
“Can I have a spare key for 33?”
“What for” Agnes began “No don’t tell me, if it’s
something dirty I’ll just be jealous?”
“Ok, I’ll just take the spare key” she replied
bashfully.
“Here you are then” she said, “you lucky girl”.
“Thanks” Jenny said as she took the key and went to
chalet 33 and rode James like a slutty cowgirl.
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