Kampsite with Kandi and Kim
 

I have mentioned a few times on here, that most years in June I attend a naturist event that lasts over a week. Indeed I went again this year, and as usual it was great fun.

This story is entirely fictional, and recounts what I would have liked to happen – but didn’t. Names and locations have all been changed to protect the innocent (not to mention the guilty).


Kampsite with Kandi and Kim


Day One – Saturday

Part One

So here I was once again at the annual naturist event known as Farm Festival, at the Keppleworth Kampsite. I am, however, one of the few (possibly the only one) who can’t be arsed with all that camping malarkey, so just turn up on the days I fancy attending, which admittedly is most of them. In past years the main attraction for me was a girl who worked there, running the sound system, who I fancied like mad. She wasn’t that young but quite attractive and a nice person to boot; I always got on really well with her. Married unfortunately but when did that ever stop anybody?

Then I discovered they’d had a change-around of the stage and sound equipment, and she wouldn’t be there this year. Damn, I thought. But let’s be honest, nobody goes to a naturist event for a hookup do they? At least I don’t– this means that when it doesn’t happen, there’s no disappointment.

Not so this year.

Officially the event starts on a Friday, but this consists of people arriving and pitching tents, connecting up caravans etc. so I don’t bother; I wait until the Saturday and arrive for the coffee morning. I’m never sure whether this is supposed to start at 9 or 9:30 and anyway, traffic on the motorway meant I didn’t get there until nearly 10. When I entered the huge grain store (did I mention it’s on a farm?), there were less than a dozen people in, most of the others still yet to rise, as some of them had had a long journey the day before, and they were all getting on a bit. I was usually one of the youngest ones there.

Again, not so this year.

Scanning the faces, I recognized them all except two. These were a pair of women, I’d guess about fortyish, young for naturists and quite easy on the eye. One had a shortish blonde bob, and the other shoulder-length chestnut hair with a subtle hint of grey in it. They were sitting together and as I queued for my coffee I thought, with my luck I bet they’re a couple of lezzos. I took a seat opposite the two, said good morning, introduced myself and started the conversation with, “Have you come far?”

“Only about a hundred yards,” said the dark one with a grin, before explaining that their caravan was parked just round the corner. Sense of humor, eh? I’m going to enjoy this, I thought. The blonde one, with a chuckle at her friend’s quip, said her name was Kimberley, the other Candice, or ‘Kim’ and ‘Kandi’ as they preferred to be called. Chatting to the pair, I discovered they were both first-timers, made obvious by still being fully dressed, Kim in a denim shirt and Kandi a yellow one, their bottom halves hidden by the table. I decided to be the gentleman and said, “I’m just about to strip off, would that make you uncomfortable?” They said no; after all, of the nine others present, six were naked already as it was quite warm even this early. I therefore removed what little I was wearing, a tee-shirt and shorts, and stuffed them in my holdall, which contained my ‘survival kit’ of packed lunch, cans of drink, umbrella, sunblock (I am both pessimist and optimist) reading material, spare glasses and that most essential accessory for a naturist, a towel. My setting this down before sitting brought an enquiry from the girls, so I had to explain all about that. Kim then asked me where the loo was so I told her and she departed, giving me an uninterrupted view of a shapely rear in her tight cut-off jeans, and allowing me to estimate her height as about average, say 5ft 4-ish. While she was gone Kandi, who seemed the chattier of the two, explained that she and Kim were former school friends and now work colleagues who, finding themselves newly single – she didn’t explain how – had looked around for an activity they could do together and settled on naturism, which they thought might be, in her words, “cheap, healthy and fun.” I couldn’t help wondering what she meant by fun, but registered the twinkle in her eyes as she said that. Lovely large, violet eyes, I now noticed. Their research a month before had turned up this event, so their plans were made. Then Kandi decided her coffee needed a refill and as she stood at the counter, I could see a cracking pair of legs emerging from a black denim miniskirt. She was slimmer than Kim and a little taller, I guessed 5ft 6 or 7.

A moment later her friend returned, minus clobber. A slightly larger than average pair of boobies with small pointy nipples jiggled attractively as she walked. The rest of her was larger than average too, but not excessively so. Further down a pale bush, thus confirming her as a natural blonde, was wispy enough to afford a view of a coin-slot vulva with just a trace of inner lips. Very nice, I decided as she retook her seat, producing a towel as she did so and slipping it underneath that delightful derriere. Returning with her coffee, Kandi noticed Kim’s state of undress and said, “Oh, I might as well go too then,” put her cup down and within a second both shirt and skirt were off. Before she took her seat, I glimpsed another coin-slot pussy, this time without a trace of hair and afterwards, still visible over the top of the table, two gorgeous tits, smaller than Kim’s – I guessed large B-cups – but with somewhat bigger nipples. With this vista opposite me and only 3 feet away I could feel the beginnings of a reaction down below and somehow regained control by thinking about something else quickly. For the next half hour, we sat talking about everything and anything. This confirmed my suspicion that Candice was the more sociable and it wasn’t long before I selected her as my favorite, although in reality I wouldn’t have said no to either.

The late risers started to drift in and soon the first of the day’s activities was announced. We were having a morning of silly games, starting with Jenga, but before that had to be organized into teams. Master of Ceremonies Jeff made himself one team leader and me the other. Following the toss of a coin to decide who chose first he won and got Kandi on his team. I was slightly peeved at having to be satisfied with Kim, but soon saw the advantage in this when I realized we were on opposite sides of the Jenga table and I was getting a really good view of the delicious Kandi. The two girls were fiercely competitive and Kim was ribbing Kandi mercilessly whenever our side scored a point over theirs, in which I naturally joined. So it was all good-natured fun, particularly when the game finished and the winning team hugged each other; the usual A-frame naturist hugging of course, with no intimate body contact. Even so I seethed a little at the sight of Jeff getting a hug from Kandi – yes, we had lost. Kandi returned Kim’s ribbing and we turned to the next game, darts. It wasn’t normal darts though, there were all sorts of additional rules, bonuses, forfeits and other quirks – I don’t think any of us actually understood it at all and there was so much confusion that in the end we agreed to call it a draw. Next up was table tennis – mostly mixed doubles. Once again, my disappointment at not getting to play with Kandi was tempered by the realization that I would be spending much of the time facing her. I had actually joined a table tennis club a few years previously – I hadn’t told any of the Keppleworth crowd this – and my game was better than previously, so I was able to give her some difficult shots to make her run around a bit. Seeing those scrumptious little tits shimmering in all directions, not to mention the coin-slot opening and closing as she shifted from side to side, was giving me a huge problem in self-control! Until you’ve had a game of nude table tennis with a gorgeous sexy lady, you haven’t lived.

I had been drawn to partner Jeff’s wife Vicky, who wasn’t a bad player and we met Jeff and Kandi again in the final. I’m sure I was half way to a boner long before the match finished, but the others were polite enough not to draw attention to it. We managed to win and this time Kandi cuddled me as well as Jeff, which didn’t help my semi to go down any. Luckily, concentrating on the next few games did. There were board games, card games, boules, races, some sort of bowling game where you had to throw blocks of wood, and eventually several rounds of a quiz. History round, music round, films and TV, etc. By the time we finished all this it was time for lunch and a roundup of the scores. Our team had won, but by a very narrow margin.

After lunch there was a Slip & Slide session. In case you don’t know, this involves putting down a huge plastic sheet, hosing water all over it then adding something really slippery – washing up liquid is good – then everyone races around on it. Well at first I decided this all looked a bit too much like hard work, until I realized it would involve lots of naked people bumping into and falling over each other while throwing (fortunately water-soluble) paint around. It was on grass so the risk of injury was slight, and noticing my two new acquaintances preparing to join in was enough to promote me instantly from spectator to participant. My luck seemed to be out again though, as I found myself colliding with every female body there except my actual target. That is, until it dawned on me that while I was rolling around and getting tangled up, Kandi would be doing the same, and I’d be getting an excellent view of some parts of her that she probably would rather have kept hidden. How the hell did I stay in control? It’s a mystery to this day.

More to follow (lots!)

Day One – Saturday

Part Two

For the next couple of hours there was nothing planned. I sat in the sun to dry off and read my book, and as the two girls walked past Kandi said, “We really need a shower,” smiling at me as she said it. I let them go, unwilling to join them uninvited. I waited for them to finish getting rid of all the soap and paint before showering myself. Then we had a meditation session in the marquee, conducted by a visiting holistic therapist. He had his wife with him; she was a tasty little creature, about 30 and only 5 foot nothing but what a body! Shame about the huge bush, but you know what these hippy types are like. After that I was so relaxed I fell asleep for nearly an hour and only woke up when I heard a large van pulling in, which was the live band who’d been booked to play that evening. While we sat and had tea, we watched them set up. I was quite impressed with the ornate new stage and state of the art sound equipment, but was still disappointed that Eloise wasn’t there to run it. I really did fancy the pants off the woman and she’d had a starring role in many of my fantasies. Well, in the end that’s all they were, fantasies.

I sat with the girls and asked them how their first day had gone. Wonderful was the verdict. They said they had so much enjoyed all the games and other activities, that they’d forgotten they were naked almost immediately. “Everybody says that,” I replied. “The worst part of your first naturist experience is just before you do it. Once you’ve taken the plunge and your clothes have gone, you don’t stick out any more. You’re just the same as everyone else.”

When the band had finished unloading the van and parked it, the large roller door was closed to keep the heat in and we all stayed comfortable enough to not worry about getting dressed. While Kandi and Kim were elsewhere talking to Vicky and Jeff, a guy called Roger, whom I’d seen at this event once or twice before, came and sat next to me. He said, “I noticed you were with those two new girls earlier. That blonde is really nice, isn’t she?”

“Kim? Oh, yes, very attractive for her age.” (So relieved it wasn’t Kandi he was interested in!) Noticing him gazing longingly in that direction I added, “Why don’t you go and talk to her? Nothing stopping you.”

“I don’t know … feels a bit awkward chatting somebody up when you’re both naked.”

“Doesn’t have to be. As someone once said, naturism is just doing the same things as you would do clothed, except you’re not clothed.”

“Good point!” After a few minutes he found an excuse to wander over to ask Jeff something, then stayed to chat to the two girls – well Kim anyway. Kandi soon returned to my side of the room, saying, “I was beginning to feel like a gooseberry over there.” Glancing across I could see Roger deep in conversation with Kim. The band started playing and Kandi stayed with me, commenting on their performance and choice of repertoire and occasionally joining in with the bits we knew.

A couple of hours later things were winding down and the lights had dimmed. The more active dancers had sat down for a rest, the music slowed and other couples were venturing out for a smooch. One of the regulars had brought a box of wine which several of us shared in, so I was now feeling a little bolder. I took Kandi’s hand and we joined the other couples. Maintaining control was a little more difficult now so I made sure I kept to the darker corners of the dance floor. A few times I would catch a glimpse of Roger and Kim – still together.

By the time the band had finished, packed up and left it was gone one. A few diehards were keeping the party going with table tennis or darts but most of us were just sitting chilling out. The wine box group were still in full swing but I had to decline as I would be driving home fairly soon. Suddenly, Kandi stood up, gathered up her clothes and other bits and pieces and said, “Well, goodnight - I’m shattered so I’m going to turn in.” She bent down and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. “See you tomorrow?” I stood up. “Hang on, I’m about to leave, so may I walk you home?” She giggled. “Yes, why not?” We said our goodbyes to the others and stepped outside. It was less warm but still pleasant. We walked slowly through the campsite to her small camper van and when we stopped outside, I took both her hands and gazed into those mesmerizing eyes.

“May I just say, thank you for making this a really lovely day. I hope the rest of the week is as good.”

“I’m sure it will be. And thank you, too.” She reached up to hold me tight and I slipped both arms round her waist. No naturist hugs now, this was full on. The feel of her nipples, now hardening nicely in the cool air, and my penis, hardening for a different reason, was arousing for us both and there was no need to hide anything, surrounded as we were by darkness. The kiss was chaste no longer, our tongues wrestling like there was no tomorrow. Her right hand let go and slid down to enclose my cock, nearly erect now, while mine squeezed both her tits in turn, the nips similarly alert. I was aching to lick them, indeed was just lowering my head when she stopped me.

“I’d invite you in, but Kim will be here any minute. It’s her van really you see.”

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh yes?”

“Oh yes. Why don’t we sit in my car?”

My car, parked in the sun all day, had retained a reasonable amount of warmth. I reclined the passenger seat, made sure Kandi was comfortable then joined her. Our deep kisses returned and soon we were both extremely turned on.

“Now where was I? Oh yes, I know.” My tongue released hers then moved down to enclose first one nipple, then the other. They both got a thorough licking and chewing and after a few minutes Kandi’s breathing started speeding up, until it turned into a series of gasps and she held me so tightly I thought she was going to crack my ribs as her whole body shook. Then she tensed, relaxed, and breathed out a single word, “Thanks.” I’d heard about women who could orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, but never met one before!

For a few minutes we went back to kissing, alternately gentle and passionate. Then she said, “Your turn next,” and moved round to grasp my cock, with a sudden intake of breath when she found it was still erect. Stroking it from root to tip meant I was now the one gasping and as her movements began to speed up, I struggled to get out the words that there were tissues in the glovebox. She located them just in time to avoid a nice cleaning bill for the upholstery. There was no stopping though because I had found her clit (you see, us guys can sometimes) and was stroking it, first gently, then gradually with more urgency. Realizing she was now getting very wet, I slipped a finger inside her; she whimpered with pleasure and asked for another, which I was glad to provide. When I reached her G-spot and started on that, her little gasps returned and soon her pelvis was jumping up and down as though there was an earthquake under it. Finally she exhaled, relaxed and after a final moan said, “Oooh, Everard, that was lovely. I owe you one.”

“See you tomorrow to collect?” Kandi smiled and nodded. It was now nearly two and I wasn’t home yet. We said our goodbyes with one more passionate kiss, then I stayed for long enough to see her get back to the van safely. (See, I said I was a gentleman.) I stayed naked for the drive home, only dressing before getting out to enter the house, although the chances of being seen at 3am were fairly small. Deciding that preparations for the next day could wait until morning, I went straight to bed, where going over the day’s events in my mind sent me off to sleep within minutes. My last thought before drifting away was, now I know at least one of them isn’t a lezzo.

(to be continued)

Day Two – Sunday

Part One

Eleven-fifteen. I was sitting on the comfy sofa at the back of the grain store and sipping a can of cold drink. I had got up a little late and been quite slow with breakfast, shower and other activities so arrived just after morning coffee ended. I assumed the others were up; I had seen only one or two come in so far and from my seat the campsite wasn’t visible. The only caravan I could see was the one opposite that belonged to Holly, the event organizer, who was standing in its doorway and had just waved at me. Then Kim arrived, naked already which was a welcome sight. Looking over to see who the wave was for, she noticed it was me and waved too. Naturally I reciprocated. She stood chatting to Holly for a few minutes, then Kandi walked past, said her good mornings to both and carried on into the store. Seeing me, she turned towards the sofa. She was wearing a white T-shirt, so long it almost covered the tiny shorts underneath.

“If that was any longer you wouldn’t need those,” I observed.

“Don’t need them now anyway,” she chuckled. “Much too hot.” In one swift movement she dropped the shorts and shucked off the shirt. She stuffed them into her bag and joined me on the sofa with a gentle kiss, followed by a cuddle so now it was two nude bodies side by side. (Control, Everard!)

“Sleep well?” I asked her.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Hey guess what! Oh – I’ll tell you in a minute.” She had just looked up and noticed her companion approaching us. Unexpectedly, Kim gave me a peck on the cheek then said, “Gotta go, see you both later,” and departed.

“I was about to say,” Kandi continued, “you could have stayed last night. Kim was in Roger’s tent. Wonder if that’s where she’s off to now?”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “As long as we can arrange for her to stay there tonight as well. That’s a thought, I wonder where we’re off to today.” The schedule on the wall told us there was a walk round the farm starting from the campsite at 12.

“I’ll have a wander over there later,” I said. Kandi said she would too and continued to wrap herself round me on the sofa. (More control issues!)

At 12 we strolled outside to find eleven nudies gathered beside the largest motorhome, four couples and three singles – one of which, we were surprised to see, was Kim. “No Roger?” enquired Kandi.

“No, he had some work to do,” she explained. “We’ll see him later.”

With Jonathan, the farm manager, as our guide we set off, Kandi and I hand in hand. I got a bit of a shock when someone grabbed my other hand, but it was Kim so I didn’t object. Keppleworth is a dairy farm and we were led past several fields full of cows – I love cows, don’t know why. It’s not as if I’ll ever have one as a pet.

The slow walk round a large farm took us a good forty-five minutes and by the time we arrived back at our sofa in the grain store, Roger had returned from his office. “Pub lunch, anyone?” All three of us nodded agreement and Kandi chuckled, “Don’t forget to dress before we leave.” We all slipped something on, piled into his car, and found a pleasant little alehouse in the nearest village. After the last day and a half, it seemed strange and unnatural to be sitting round a table together fully clothed. This didn’t last long though and within two hours we were all back at the farm, stripped for action and gathered round the notice board to see what the afternoon would hold.

“Body painting,” I said. “Not done that before, never really fancied it.”

“Oh, go on,” urged Kim. “I bet it’ll be great fun. We’re doing it.”

I caved in and at 3 we assembled outside, where the Slip & Slide course had been the day before. There were about a dozen of us and we were issued with large quantities of the same water-soluble paint and asked to stand in a circle, boy-girl-boy-girl etc., where possible, then all do a right turn and everybody had to paint the person in front. I ended up with Jeff behind me; he decked me out like a Formula 1 car, complete with stripes, a huge white disc containing a number 5 across one buttock, and various sponsor logos. I was painting Kandi in front of me, with big swirls of purple and blue. Naturally I had her turn round so that I could do the front too, which led to a few more control difficulties, particularly as she was taking the opportunity to add some embellishments to Jeff’s automotive endeavors. In front of her, she had given Roger a sunrise on one side and a sunset on the other, while in front of him, he was turning Kim into a jaguar, I mean the cat not the car, including a delicate set of whiskers. I was too polite to mention it, but looking at Roger, I noticed I was not the only one having trouble maintaining control. And I don’t mean brush control.

Fortunately, he managed to get it down again before the judging started, where Kandi’s sunrise and sunset artwork emerged as the winner. Well-deserved I thought, ok I was a bit biased, but she really was the most skilled out of all of us. Of course, she was sensational in her swirls but that was nothing to do with my ability. I’d actually copied it from a design I remembered from a World Naked Bike Ride a few years before, so I knew she was going to look gorgeous. After the judging there was plenty of time for photography, and I certainly wasn’t going to miss the chance to check out the women! Holly’s daughter Roxanne was a good example, a slender mousey blonde in her early twenties, painted to look like a tropical island with holidaymakers playing beach volleyball, and palm trees in the background. Her hair, where it spilled over her shoulders, had even been given a touch of green to match the palm leaves and I thought she was the tastiest of the lot.

Until I noticed the girlfriend of one of the wine drinkers.

(More saucy shenanigans coming soon.)

My artist's impression of Kandi and Kim.

Also Kandi in her body paint.

And Roxanne.

Day Two – Sunday

Part Two

She couldn’t have been much more than about 35 (a fair bit younger than her man; I reckon there was a bit of money there!) with a magnificent mane of flame-red hair and the most astonishing body I’d ever clapped eyes on. About 5ft 9, wonderfully perky breasts with pink puffy nipples, slim waist, a lovely curve to the hips, and legs to die for. Her paint scheme was quite simple, just a series of red and black spots and lines, which was good because it didn’t divert attention from that luscious body. And by the time my gaze reached her perfect pussy, I realized I was well on the way to a stiffy and had to hastily look for something to hide behind. It was a good thing Eloise and the hippy girl weren’t there or I’d probably have cum on the spot. Roger was shooting all over the place (with his camera I mean); how he managed to stay relaxed I couldn’t imagine.

The hot sun had dried the paint almost immediately and most of us still had it on when we sat down to tea. Two hours later we were sitting round waiting for a standup comic to start. Keppleworth had booked him the previous year so I knew he wasn’t very good. The wine box club had started early and I joined them for a glass or two then Kandi, standing near me, bent down and said, “Right. Shower time.”

I said, “See you later,” but instead of moving away, she whispered in my ear. “Aren’t you coming then?”

Silly question! I expected to see others in the showers thus putting a stop to any fun but no, we were the only occupants. There were four cubicles but naturally we shared one. As the warm water came spurting out we each grabbed a handful of gel and began soaping up, first ourselves then each other. I spent a good few minutes on her exquisite little tits as they had received the lion’s share of my purple swirls. It took ages to get all the paint off for some reason. Kandi purred with delight as I rinsed them.

“Do you think they’re clean now?” she asked.

“Not sure, I’d better check.” I bent down and my tongue went to work, first circling each nipple teasingly, then gradually working closer and closer until she squeaked with extasy and held me tighter than ever before. At the same time my hands were soaping first her shoulders, then down her back, then those glorious ass cheeks. Holding me so tightly, she could feel what was happening down below so immediately squeezed out more gel and started soaping up my semi, which didn’t remain one for long. She dropped to the floor so she could give it her full attention, which made me so weak at the knees that I had to hold onto the rail with both hands. Kandi was also holding on with both hands and a minute or so later I gave several long groans of pleasure and the shower wasn’t the only thing spurting. I came on her face, in her hair and on both breasts and it was several seconds before I could even breathe, let alone say anything.

“That was bloody wonderful,” I gasped.

“Well, I did say I owed you one.”

I then had to help Kandi wash her hair, and face, and tits (again!) not to mention the other painted parts that had been missed while we were being distracted, so it was a good half hour before we’d finished, rinsed and gone for a leisurely walk around the field to dry off.

“Let me show you the van,” she said. Blimey, it was a bit pokey! The last time I’d been in a caravan I was about seven and of course things always seemed bigger when you were a kid. This was of course a camper van, but the extra length seemed to be for the driver, passenger and little else. We sat on one of the two bench seats, which would presumably become the bed later.

“Are you sure Kim’s elsewhere tonight?”

“I am, I made discreet enquiries earlier.”

“Good. Not that I want to get rid of her or anything.” I was suddenly struck by a mental image of sharing the van with both girls. A threesome, eh? To take my mind off such things, I cradled Kandi’s face in my hands and kissed her delicately. Naturally it soon moved on. Our tongues found each other and writhed and wriggled for several minutes then she lay along the seat and pulled me after her. Lying between her legs felt pleasurable but not particularly comfortable as we discovered a few seconds later.

“Whoa!”

“We nearly fell off then.” And we both collapsed with laughter.

“Sit up,” she said. I sat on the edge of the seat, and Kandi straddled me. Then she slowly and smoothly lowered her still wet pussy onto my hardening cock. “Ooohhhh … “ we both said. She started moving, slowly at first, then gradually increasing speed and depth until I could swear I felt the van rocking on its suspension. I hope the brakes are on, I thought, or we could end up in the next field. She gasped, tensed, and the next second came noisily, which sent me over the top with her.

For a good minute neither of us could say a word. Then Kandi grinned and said, “Any more like that and we’ll need another shower.”

I found it a lot easier to tolerate the awful comic after that, although admittedly the wine may have helped a little too. A couple of hours later everything was beginning to wind down as it had the previous night. The comic had gone, sound system shut off, the darts game finished. Even the winos had retired, indeed the four of us were the only ones left apart from Holly and Roxanne, and Holly’s husband Jonathan was hovering around waiting for them to finish tidying up.

“So,” I said. “Another great day?” “Absolutely,” agreed Kim.

Kandi whispered in my other ear. “And it’s not over yet.”

“Ready to go?” said Roger. “Yes,” came the reply. We said our goodnights with hugs all round, during which Kim, while kissing me on the cheek, whispered in my ear, “Van’s free.” Well we knew that!

In the van, Kandi showed me how to add the middle section to the two bench seats to form a bed, which was now comfortably large. She was asleep within minutes but I didn’t mind. I was pretty sure we were going to greet the morning in a really pleasurable way.

(Think that's the end? No, the week's hardly started!)

Thought you'd like to see the wine drinker's girlfriend!

And Kandi, when she first got up that morning.

Day Three – Monday

Part One.

I was only just awake when I became aware that part of me had woken before the rest and was at attention. Before I had got my eyes open a tongue started circling the top of my shaft and pretty soon it had all been drawn into soft, warm heaven. I said, “Good morning,” but Kandi was at that moment unable to reply. I was soon pretty speechless too as her mouth and hand quickly rendered me unable to utter a word except the occasional “ohh”, “aahhh””and gradually increasing gasps. Eventually my entire body shuddered and I let out a final grunt, followed by a contented sigh as she devoured every drop.

“What a brilliant way to wake up,” I said when I had recovered the power of speech. “You seem to be ahead of me today.”

“Well I woke up early, noticed the sunrise and went outside to watch it. You should have seen it, it was amazing. Don’t worry I got some photos.”

“Seeing you is all I need,” I observed, with a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Anybody else up yet?”

Kandi crawled to the window and peered out. “Can’t see anyone. Mind you, it is only six.” On all fours, her position was perfect. I kissed her right on the puss, which caused her to gasp in surprise, and again when I slid my tongue up and down the slit. Then I slipped it inside. She yelped and had to hold on to the window frame to stay upright. A couple more minutes of that, and she had no choice but to collapse onto the bed, where I dipped two fingers into her tunnel of love and licked delicately at the now engorged clitty. She was pretty soon helpless in the face of such treatment and came at least a couple of times before wrapping herself round me.

She only let out one more word, “Indescribable … “ before we snuggled into each other and went back to sleep.

We returned to the real world at the sound of a knock on the window. Standing outside were Roger and Kim, naked already and the sun well up. “Come on, you’re about to miss coffee.”

“Blimey, what time is it?”

“Nearly eleven.”

Bleary eyed, we staggered out of the van and followed the others to the grain store, just catching the last of morning coffee. Today was a bank holiday and an influx of guests was expected - I noticed there seemed to be a few newcomers among us although I’d seen some of them before, two being the hippies Henri and Yolanda, who were to hold another meditation session later.

First event of the day was a pétanque tournament which turned out to be a bit of a damp squib, as none of us could work out the rules, and some of us were still arguing about the result over lunch. Another Slip & Slide session followed; having already done one we decided to spectate instead, especially as the number of competitors made it more treacherous than the last time. Some of the new arrivals were quite young so they were fun to watch, well the women anyway. Then the meditation followed; I wasn’t bothered but Kandi and Kim decided to have another. I didn’t see where Roger went, but on noticing the hot tub had been switched on, I got in.

“Room for another?” Roxanne was climbing in beside me, so I shifted up to make room for her trim little body. Without the beach scene to get in the way, she was looking unbelievably cute. Smallish breasts with pert nipples were just clear of the surface – details lower down didn’t show quite as clearly but there was more than enough to be getting on with. Then one of the guys opposite got out, and was replaced. I’d recognize that fiery red hair anywhere!

“Hello, we met yesterday, didn’t we?” said the heavenly creature, in a voice as smooth as a ten-year-old single malt.

“Yes, at the body painting, you were the stripes and spots. I was the F1 car. I’m Everard. Ev.”

“Samantha. Sam.” She held her hand out and when I reached over to shake it, made sure my dick stayed underwater, as I was beginning to live up to my name. So now I had a pair of marvelous melons to look at without having to turn round. Such a shame her incredible pussy was blurred by the water, but even the thought of it was enough to bring me to full alertness. I was relieved when the bubbles started up and hid me for a few minutes. Samantha’s smirk as we carried on chatting though, made it obvious that she had noticed. Which meant Roxy probably had too, indeed could have reached out and grabbed it had she wanted to (which I assumed she didn’t).

About half an hour later it started drizzling (typical bank holiday) so we all dispersed. I sat in the sauna for a while to dry off and by the time I emerged the rain had stopped, but it was also a fair bit cooler. I got dressed and sat on the sofa with a novel until Kandi reappeared, on her own and also clothed. We curled up together and sat engrossed in our respective reading material until teatime, after which there was a silly quiz.

We ended up with Henri and Yolanda on our team. The cold spell was over and the sun back out, and the grain store comfortably warm, so I stripped off hoping it might inspire Yolanda to do the same. It didn’t, but Kandi and Kim both joined me in the nudie camp so that was fine. Afterwards (by the way we came second) we were left to our own devices for a while. As Roger was still elsewhere, Kim paired up with me for a game of table tennis which was of course enjoyable. My comments about naked ping-pong still stand. (As indeed I was beginning to.)

When the game finished, I looked around for Kandi and couldn’t see her. Then I spotted her standing by the open door.

She called over, “Ev, you must see this sunset – it’s beautiful. Bring your towel.”


(More to come? You bet!)

Kandi watching the sunrise first thing that morning.

(The little grey stripes on the pic are composed of the word 'Fake' - I suppose it's some legal requirement that the software inserts it.)

Day Three – Monday

Part Two

Towels in hand, we stepped outside. To the west was a veritable impressionist scene full of yellows, oranges, reds and purples. We walked briskly round the caravan park so that there was nothing in the way except fields. In the far corner of the first one was a lane and we started down it, only taking our eyes off each other to drink in that fantastic sky.

I said, “I have to go home tonight.” Kandi looked shocked.

“Not permanently,” I assured her. “It’s just that getting home late on Saturday and not at all last night means I’ve got a backlog of work. Don’t worry, it won’t take too long.”

“That’s a shame,” Kandi said. “We’d arranged for Kim to have the van tonight, so I’m in the tent on my own. Could you perhaps be persuaded to keep me company till morning?”

“Well … “ I pretended to hesitate. “I suppose if you’re really nice to me, I could … “

“Oh, you’ll soon see how nice I can be.” We had reached the end of the second field by now and the sun had dropped quite a bit. The yellows and oranges had evaporated, the red nearly gone and the purple starting to fade to black. We stopped to watch. I stood behind her, one hand round her waist and the other running my fingers through that glorious hair. I drizzled delicate kisses down the nape of her neck and she threw her head back, gasped with delight and clamped both my hands over her breasts. Her nipples were rigid within five seconds, and five more saw me catching up.

On a nearby patch of soft grass, Kandi spread out both our towels, followed by herself, and pulled me on top of her. Her tongue met mine and immediately got to work. A minute or two of that and just as I was thinking I couldn’t possibly get any harder … I did. I shifted to one side so that I could tease her. My index finger circled first one nipple, then the other, several times, before gliding down her breastbone, skirting her navel and tickling round her little pink pleasure button without quite touching it. By now she could stand no more, grasped my hand and forced it onto her pussy. It was wetter than a winter weekend in Weston super-Mare. She let out a little whinny as I slipped two fingers inside and headed straight for the G-spot. She was shaking uncontrollably the instant I began to stroke it.

“Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh … “ was all she could say until she came a few seconds later and got much louder. Then she opened her legs as wide as they would go, pulled my fingers out and pushed my cock in all the way. I started thrusting, as slowly as I could for something told me I wasn’t going to last very long! As indeed I didn’t but she still got in another two orgasms to my one.

“That,” she whispered huskily, “was the best ever.”

By the time we’d recovered the sky was fully dark and it was only by heading towards the light that we could find our way back. Before joining the others we went for a quick shower to wash off the sex, the sweat and the large quantity of damp grass that clung to us.

On our return we joined the wine box mob, as I was no longer worried about driving home. It also gave me the opportunity to sit near Samantha again, where I could engage her in conversation more easily as we had now been introduced. The last event of the evening was soon announced, a ventriloquist who was pretty dire. I noticed Roger and Kim were nowhere in sight, and concluded they’d (rather wisely) decided to retire early. After tolerating this awful act for twenty minutes, which was my limit, I suggested to Kandi that we do the same, so we discreetly slipped out.

The tent was smaller than I thought it would be, before remembering that Roger had only anticipated one occupant! As it was still warm, we spread out the large sleeping bag and arranged ourselves on top of it. I kissed Kandi delicately on the end of her nose and said, “Thank you for yet another wonderful day.”

“And thank you too.” It was too dark to see, but I could hear the smile in her voice as she said it. “Spoons?”

I was all too ready to agree. She lay on her side and I snuggled in behind her. I caressed her cheek for a minute but of course soon homed in like an electromagnet on those perky nipples. She purred with delight and turned her head towards me so we could kiss. It started off gently but soon became otherwise, and that’s how it stayed for the next few minutes. She didn’t need to say anything as I could feel how wet she was; my penis was pressed tightly against her vulva which was becoming more slippery by the second. Kandi worked her hand round to what was now a full erection, and smoothly moved it so that the head was next to her opening. I love sliding it in from behind, so did exactly that. We started moving together slowly, and silently as tents are not the most soundproof invention ever. As our climax drew nearer I could feel her gasping more than hear it. She was trying hard not to be too noisy and more or less succeeded. The walls of her c*** pulsing against my cock soon brought me to orgasm; I pumped and pumped into her and thought it would never end. When eventually the spasms died away, we were both exhausted.

She had just enough energy to whisper, “By heck … that was perfect,” before falling asleep. I wasn’t far behind, I think I floated away without even pulling out.

I was supposed to leave early the next morning, but it was nearly twelve before I crawled out of the tent. I wonder why?

Much more to follow soon! In the meantime, enjoy this piccy of Kandi watching the sunset.

Day Four – Wednesday

My backlog of work took longer to clear than I’d hoped and it was nearly midday on the Wednesday before I turned into the Kampsite. I climbed out of the car, noticed it was hot enough to strip right away and did so. I was just in time to see Kandi on her way back from a game of boules and the moment she caught sight of me she ran over and gave me a huge hug. “I’ve bloody missed you,” she blurted out when the accompanying kisses had subsided. “Me too,” I replied. Kim was just behind, although her greeting was slightly less passionate.

In the grain store, most of the gang who hadn’t been out playing were present and those who had were beginning to drift in. The Wine Tasting Society had staked their claim to the top table; it was a bit early to start, but I noticed the box was there already. After lunch there were more silly games with lots of opportunities for people watching (more accurately female people watching), followed by a quiz. This hadn’t finished by tea time, so we resumed afterwards for Part Two. Our table came second, yet again.

“What’s on for this evening?” I asked. “Karaoke,” was Kandi’s reply. “Looks like it might be another early night then,” I observed. “As it’s our last night, we should make it a goodun.” (Kandi and Kim were going home the next day; they had to work on the Friday and wanted a good night’s sleep so they could be up early to open. They didn’t say exactly what they were opening and we didn’t ask.)

“Kim says there’s a Trivial Pursuit in the van,” said Kandi. “Perhaps the four of us could play that.”

“Yes, I love Triv,” I said. “Did I ever tell you I’d worked out a much more interesting way of playing it?”

“You didn’t,” said Kandi. “Perhaps we could try that later.”

“No point, we’re naked already.”

Kandi shot me a wicked smile. “Are you trying to get my clothes on?” At the next table, Roger and Kim wondered why we were both falling about laughing.

We only stayed for about half an hour of the karaoke, which was long enough to catch Roxy and Yolanda performing a duet, complete with some rather slinky and sexy dance moves. I was grateful we were sitting down; I really needed the table to hide my reaction at that point.

We separated to find some clothes to put on so that we could start the game. I made a quick stop at my car to fetch the bottles of red I had bought on the way there, and when I got to the van Kim found suitable drinking vessels and poured some out. We each took a corner of the bed and arranged the TP board and other bits and pieces between us.

“So how do we play?” Kandi asked.

“Triv rules as normal,” I said, “except a few variations which I’ll explain as we go – if I can remember them! Main feature is the forfeit; when you get to a Wedge square, a correct answer means you nominate someone to remove one layer, an incorrect answer means you remove one yourself. Now do we want to play as individuals or teams?”

“Individual!” insisted both ladies simultaneously.

“So be it. Throw a six to start.” We each selected a counter and started throwing the dice. Roger was the first to get a six so was off. But he fell down on his first question and passed the dice to Kandi who only threw a three so it was over to me. By the time we’d all got going, Roger had answered his first successful question so Kim’s shoes were off. (Pairs count as one.) My shoes were the next to go for not knowing what year JFK had been shot,
then Kandi’s when I got a sports question right and nominated her.

Nothing interesting happened for about half an hour, by which time we were into the second bottle of wine and the state of play was as follows: Roger – in shorts only. Kim – shorts and bra. Kandi – shorts only (she’d forgotten to put on a bra). Me – shorts and shirt. And Kim had just remembered a fact about the Himalayas and thrown a four to land on an orange square.

“What did you do that for?” I said. “You could have gone the other way for a brown wedge.”

“I can’t, I’ve already got the brown wedge.”

“You can still score a point off it though.” (Or lose one, but I didn’t mention that.) We awarded Kim an honorary Backspace and she moved the counter to the brown Wedge square (or Cheese as I am fond of calling them).

Her question was on an author she’d never heard of so she lost the bra, in the process pitching a little tent in my shorts. It was less than an hour since my last sight of those boobies but I’d quite missed them. Now diagonally opposite Kandi’s, having both pairs back was a welcome sight. Roger then had his go, put his Renaissance knowledge to good use and, surprisingly, nominated me. So, my shirt got thrown in the corner. Back to Kandi who met with no success, but it was my turn next and a couple of right answers put me in line for a yellow Cheese and another good guess gave me the right to nominate. Naturally I chose Kandi; she stood up and I eased the shorts smoothly to the floor to reveal my favorite coin-slot, looking a little moist already. My tent grew a bit. Who am I trying to kid? It grew a lot! I had chosen a very-very skimpy pair of shorts that I hadn’t had the courage to wear until now, and Percy was threatening to escape out the top.

Of course the dice now passed to Kim, and the lucky devil landed straight on her specialist subject, the pink Entertainment Cheese which she of course aced. She nominated Roger who slipped off his shorts revealing a surprisingly relaxed todger. Mine wasn’t! Roger was probably concentrating on the next question but much good it did him for he drew a blank – as did Kandi when she went next. Then it was me and after a few lucky breaks I landed on a nice blue Geography Cheese. Oh, good. What’s the longest river in the world? Fortunately, I knew. One up to me, and the only person I could nominate was Kim. Roger wasn’t volunteering to peel the shorts off, and I thought it might look a bit forward if I did, so I left her to it. She did it quite sexily though, and I could drink in the sight of her delicate blonde pubes as they emerged blinking into the light, translucently displaying a glimpse of her enticing pussy lips. Of course I had to imagine what they felt like inside, but that had been fantasy fodder for the last few days now.

“Does that mean you’ve won?” asked Kim and Kandi together.

“No,” I said. “Much as I’d like to accept the victory, we have to finish the game. After all, one of you could put something back on so you might beat me.” I passed the dice to Kim, whose turn it now was. She got her next couple of questions right, landed on the green triangle and won it.

“Can only be you,” she said nominating me. Not so, she had the option of replacing a layer but perhaps the wine had either rendered her incapable of remembering that particular rule, or me incapable of explaining it in the first place. Kandi pulled me towards her and only needed to move the shorts a quarter of an inch to liberate most of my boner. She’d freed the rest of it within seconds. She tossed my shorts aside to land on one of the light fittings and while the others were distracted, planted a kiss on the end of my tumescent member. She gave me a hug while whispering in my ear, “More later.”

“So, who has won then?” This was Roger, who I noticed was now beginning to sport an erection too.

“Nobody really, we still have to finish the game.”

“Oh blimey.” That was Kim. She had a point; we had now started the third and final bottle. Frankly I’ve forgotten now, and doubt if I could remember then, how the game finished and who won. But at least we did finish it, amid much cuddling and caressing on both sides of the bed.

The game and the wine ended at about the same time. Talking of the time, it was now quite late so Kandi and I got up to leave, but Kim wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re not going back to that tent tonight. Have the bed down here, and us two shortarses can take the little one over the cab.”

So that’s exactly what we did. Giving Kim her goodnight hug, I was acutely aware of my rock-hard prick digging into her but she either didn’t notice or didn’t mind.

So, we all staggered drunkenly into the sack. I’ve no idea what they were getting up to in the top bunk, but rest assured there was plenty of action where we were.


(More to follow soon!)

Interlude

I was still half asleep, but could feel something. An inquisitive little tongue was gently caressing my nipples; which is something I really love. Not many women have done that for me. Sauce for the gander, I thought. Eyes still closed with pleasure, I allowed my hands to wander to her mammaries.

Then I got a terrible shock. What should have felt like a pair of 34Bs had somehow transformed into 36Cs!

Suddenly fully awake, I opened my eyes.

“Hello,” said Kim.


(What on earth is going on? Find out soon.)

Day Five – Thursday

Part One

Raising my head I looked frantically around. We were alone. It was a few seconds before I was able to say anything.

“Where …?”

“Kandi and Roger? At breakfast probably.”

“But I thought you and him … “

“Well, yes, he’s a nice enough lad but let’s just say he’s lacking a bit in, how shall I put it? Certain areas.”

“Areas?”

“One or two things seem to have passed him by.” A pause. “By.” A longer pause. “By?”

“You mean he swings both … ?”

“Yep. Bi.”

“Ah.” Suddenly a few things fell into place. His remaining flaccid on the dance floor while I was having problems. Snapping away at the women after the painting session, relaxed, with me anything but. And the previous night, apparently unaffected sitting between Kandi and Kim, then popping up when I stripped off.

“But during the painting …”

“Oh, didn’t you notice? While he was painting me, he was talking to Mike – that’s what got him all excited.”

“Mike? Which one’s Mike?”

“You must remember his girlfriend – Samantha. The ravishing redhead who was getting you all excited?”

“Oh, right.” It was still taking a while to sink in. (I was careful to avoid any reference to the hot tub.)

“So anyway, where were we?”

She fastened her tongue round my right nip, while her hand strummed my left one. I resumed my action too. Kim was showing real ability in this area, not every man can get off on nipple sucking but it really does it for me. (And to think I used to have a girlfriend who wouldn’t do it because she said it felt ‘effeminate’!)

Her other hand soon found my willie, not surprising considering its state. It may have subsided a little during our discussion, but was now back at full extension. “I really loved seeing that massive erection last night when I took my shorts off,” she observed. (I’m ashamed to say I didn’t mention that it had been coming up long before then.) “And afterwards when you tried to stab me with it.” (You must think I’m a right swine, it had been accidental but I didn’t mention that either.)

“Oohh, I so want that inside me.” Your wish is my command and all that. Her pussy was wet and waiting, so I laid her flat on her back and with a gentle push had closed the distance between us to a few hairsbreadths. Her bright blue eyes opened wide as she felt how deeply I had gone, and I started to move slowly. My hands were still on her breasts and my tongue now in her mouth to meet hers. My thrusts, and her breathing, gradually increased in speed for the next few minutes.

“Oh God … oh God … oh fuck … oohh … aaahhh … “ was all she could say until she came with a squeal, just before me. It took us a while to wind down and breathe normally. Like every woman I’ve ever been with, Kim regained the power of speech first.

“Thanks, Ev, that was just what I needed. Just what I could never quite get from Roger.”

“So, our Roger is not appropriately named, then?”

“Precisely. Unlike your good self.”

“And is this just a one-off or what?”

“Doesn’t have to be,” she said with a cheeky grin. “Look, I know it’s Kandi you’re really into, don’t think I haven’t noticed. I think we all have!”

“Well, we’re not officially a couple anyway. Or even discussed it. Don’t forget, I’ve only known her a few days. And you.” I looked at the time. “Quarter to. Better go and find the others. Wall of silence?”

“Absolutely. Better go separately.” We had a final kiss and Kim headed to the grain store but was back a minute later. “Kandi’s there, couldn’t see Roger.” She went off to look for him and I had a quick shower to get rid of my hangover (not to mention the sexy smells) before joining the others.

Kandi was sitting with Samantha, she of the heavenly body, thus giving me another view of that terrific torso. I dragged my gaze away though, for Kandi had stood up at my approach, and proceeded to give me a huge hug that caused me to forget every other female in the place – indeed, most other places.

“You’ve met Samantha?”

“Of course, hi.” Sam and I had a naturist hug (and once again I made sure I left the hot tub unsaid).

“Haven’t seen Mike, have you?”

“Not today,” we both said. Now there was a strange coincidence; Mike and Roger disappearing at about the same time. It turned out there was no mystery though; Roger had gone to get dressed as he was about to do some shopping.

“I think there’s a minimarket opposite that pub where we had lunch the other day,” Kandi said. “Actually, could I cadge a lift with you? We need some bits and pieces as well, and it’ll save us having to take the van.”

“Sure,” said Roger. Kandi went to the van and returned a couple of minutes later having thrown on some suitable clothes. They said their goodbyes and departed.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” I asked.

“Well,” said Kim, “I have to tidy the tent before Roger gets back.”

“Okay, see you la– “ I went to leave but she grabbed my arm. “You’re helping me.”

In the tent, she threw me down on the sleeping bag and, it seemed, was under me before I landed. She gave me a huge, deep kiss that seemed to go on forever and by the time we came up for air, I felt as if my very soul had been turned inside out. “You didn’t think I’d let you go without a repeat performance, did you?”

There was no finesse about Kim this time, she ravaged the act of love as though she knew this one was going to be our last. Her c*** was gushing like a waterfall before I even entered it and for a while afterwards, as her tongue lashed hungrily at mine. This was pure animal lust, and I could tell it wasn’t going to last long. She was holding me so ridiculously tight that her nails were digging into my ass cheeks although I was grateful for that, as the shaking of her pelvis was threatening to launch me into space. Eventually, after what seemed like several orbits – of Jupiter – she let out a euphoric moan as she drained me dry. It felt like we were never going to stop coming. Eventually we calmed down with a simultaneous husky sigh.

I had no idea what state she was in, but I was absolutely shattered. “Come on,” I said. “Don’t let me fall asleep, they’ll be back any minute.” Kim looked ready to go again, but could tell I wasn’t.

We surveyed the damage to the inside of Roger’s poor tent. “So this is tidying, is it?” Feeling guilty, we did give the place a quick spruce-up before going for a brief, but risky, shower. In the event we had plenty of time, as the other two returned more than twenty minutes later looking as if they’d bought half the shop between them.

Later, I sat and talked to Kandi as she emptied the several carrier bags she had brought in, and gave her a hand to stow the contents in various odd corners of Kim’s camper van.

“Roger was happy,” she said. “Someone tidied the tent while he was out. That wouldn’t have been you, would it?”

“Er … yes, it was.”

“Shame I had to go shopping; you and I could have untidied it.” I hoped I wasn’t looking as furtive as I felt. And not for the first time, wished I could have been a fly on the wall when those two got back to work.

“We’ll have to leave soon after lunch,” she mused, “so come here.” I did, and of course we were late for lunch.


(More soon!)

Kim when I woke up that morning. Amd Kandi and Roger leaving to go shopping.

Part Two

By about three K & K had finished loading and tidying the van, and it was time to go. There was much hugging and exchanging of contacts, and a few tears from Kandi. As I watched them pull away, I realized my week still had two and a half days to go, and wondered what the rest of it would bring.

Hearing soft music from the grain store I sauntered in. Will, a folk singer, was performing, very quiet and low key, no amplification. Mary, the farm’s owner and Jonathan’s mother, glanced up as I passed and said, “You look lost.”

“Yeah, and she’s only been gone two minutes,” quipped granddaughter Roxanne with a wicked smile.

“Oi shut it, cheeky,” I said. From the next table a voice purred, “We can be lost together if you like.” It was Samantha, in all her naked glory, sitting on her own, so I joined her. “No Mike, then?”

“No, still off somewhere,” she sighed, pricking her ears up at the sound of a car starting up outside. “Bet that’s Roger, going to meet him.”

I said nothing but my expression gave away how shocked I was.

“Don’t worry, I know all about that. Mike came out ages ago. It’s only us jointly owning the house that’s stopped us breaking up.” Thus answering my next question. For half an hour or so we sat in silence (stunned silence in my case), listening to the likes of the Seekers and James Taylor. Then Will announced a break, during which Frank, who had done the same sort of thing earlier in the week (presumably on the Tuesday while I was away) went up for a chat and a look through his collection of instruments. Not being fascinated by mandolins, zithers and whether you should use a microphone or a pickup, we stepped outside for a stroll.

“Oh NO!!”

Samantha had stopped dead, with a face like thunder. (Fortunately, the rest of her was looking as exquisite as ever.) “Look what the bloody sod’s done! He’s driven off in the motorhome and not left me the tent. B*st*rd.”

“So what will you do?”

“Heaven knows. Home’s a bit too far to walk.” We returned to the grain store. “Oh, look, the sofa, my problem’s solved.”

“You’ll have to budge up a bit then,” I said. “I’ve just realized I’ve got nowhere to sleep either now that Kim’s van’s gone. And Roger’s tent.” We’d noticed the empty space next to Mike’s.

We decided to relax for a while and work it out later, so returned to Nick Drake and Peter and Gordon, and settled down on the aforesaid sofa. After a while I noticed a weight on my shoulder, Sam was fast asleep. I slipped a cushion under her head and the action roused her.

“What … oh, thanks, Everard. You’re so kind.” She gave me a gentle but sensual hug and continued to listen to the music until it finished.

After tea, and assisted by a share of the wine box (at least Mike hadn’t taken that!) we brightened up a little and entered more into the spirit of things – one of the wine club was celebrating a birthday so at least there was a party mood about the place. We sat listening to the disco, or in my case trying not to as the only thing I hate more is that hippy folky stuff – don’t tell Yolanda.

Then I felt a strange sensation. Something was on my leg, with the very gentlest of touches, and moving groinwards. I recognized it as a hand but, hidden by the tablecloth, its owner’s identity was concealed. I hoped it wasn’t Evelyn, the sixty-six-year-old birthday girl and there was only one other woman on my side of the table. I turned to my left and there was Sam’s inscrutable face. She said nothing but the hand moved nearer. And nearer. And nearer. I was going to say it dropped onto my penis but it was more a case of me coming up to meet it. Two can play at that game I thought, and my left hand mounted an expedition to her inner thigh, tracing smaller and smaller circles as it got closer to the top. With an audience we couldn’t do much more so contented ourselves with a kiss. It had to be an innocent one though, as it was above table level and they could see that. They’d have seen a quartet of rock-hard nipples too but I don’t think they noticed those.

Samantha whispered sultrily in my ear. “That is so frustrating …”

“I suppose I shall have to go home tonight.” Then a bell rang in my head.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

“Are you sure you’ve got room?”

“I can probably find some.” I’d have knocked down an entire wall if it made room.

I stopped drinking and just tried to survive the disco. At a reasonably respectable hour, we dressed, excused ourselves, picked up our goods and chattels – and disappeared.

An hour later, Sam was standing in the doorway between my two bedrooms.

“So, which one do you prefer then?” She moved over to where I was standing and wrapped her arms around my neck. “This one. Mind if we get comfy?”

“Comfy as you like, sweetheart.” She slipped off her shirt in one easy motion. Mine followed and an instant later, my skimpy shorts (I knew she’d like those). Totally naked, and I hadn’t had to do a thing. She eased me onto the bed, and knelt beside me. Those perfect breasts I’d dreamed about so many times were now less than a handspan away – naturally, I made good use of that. They felt just as heavenly as I’d hoped and soon her nipples were as rigid as at the table earlier with mine catching up rapidly. She leaned forward and gave me the longest, deepest and most erotic kiss I had had for ages while one hand caressed my cock into a state of alertness, and both mine slid her shorts off her body and on to the floor. Her pussy was divine and, as I discovered when I eased two fingers into it, juicy and her G-spot waiting. I made sure it didn’t wait for long.

We shifted position to lay side by side and I gazed into her astounding green eyes. She said quietly, “Ev, I’m all yours.” All I could reply was, “Well I’m all yours too,” as she held me and guided me in. No matter how divine I’d imagined that feeling to be, the reality was ten times better.

I took it oh-so-slowly at first, as I wanted to savor every second. But soon the urge to put my foot down took over. My breathing and hers, now synchronized, grew faster and shallower with each thrust, and eventually she said, “Ohmygod ohhmyygodd ohhhmyyygoddd … can’t last much longer,” at the exact instant I was thinking the very same thing.

And moments later, we exploded simultaneously.

It didn’t take us long to fall asleep after that.

(To be continued!)

Day Six – Friday

Part One

A thought struck me. But not as pleasant as the one the night before.

“Bloody hell!”

“What is it?” Samantha was just waking up. “Are you all right, Ev?”

“Yes, I just realized … what if Mike came back?”

“He didn’t, and he won’t. I texted him yesterday and told him not to.”

“The straw that broke the Samantha’s back?”

“Yeah, if you like.” She smiled and stretched. “That was a great night, I slept like a log. Oak probably.” A mischievous grin came over her. “And talking of wood … “ She’d noticed it as soon as I had. All conversation stopped for a while.

Later, I was straddling Samantha, my knees on either side of her astounding boobies, my hands arranging her wonderful hair on the pillow.

She said, “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Makes it easier to see your cute little face,” I replied, placing a delicate kiss on her ruby lips. She responded in kind. Naturally I couldn’t stay away from those magnificent breasts any longer. Both index fingers gently circling her nipples woke them up and provoked similar action elsewhere, bringing Percy forward to greet new friends.

“Can’t reach him there, turn over,” ordered Samantha. I lay on my back and it was now her turn to straddle me, her nether lips fitting perfectly against my erection. Lubricated by her juices, she started subtly sliding back and forth, her increasing slipperiness bringing with it increasing speed and naturally increasing stiffness at my end. Her stroking becoming greater in length as well as velocity brought the inevitable result as I slipped inside her. Now we were both moving and it could only have been a minute or so later that I erupted with volcanic intensity.

Noises from up top suggested a similar result there. Sam collapsed onto the bed beside me and hugged me for a while before sighing into my ear, “That was wonderful darling. So what’s on the programme for today?”

First up was a shower, which took far longer than it needed to, followed by breakfast and shortly after ten we were at the Kampsite, and stripping off as we got out of the car to catch the morning sun. In the grain store I said “Morning cheeky,” for the first person I saw was Roxanne, who was on her way out. She said ‘hello’ and unusually for her, nothing more, despite her double take at seeing the two of us entering together hand in hand. Mary, Holly and Jonathan, sitting at the same table, looked up and said hi. “What’s happening this morning?” Sam asked.

“Slip & Slide session about to start,” replied Mary. “Roxy’s just off there now.”

“Oh well, I don’t bother with that,” I said. And Sam whispered in my ear, “We’ve already had a Slip & Slide session of our own today, haven’t we”? and giggled; leaving the others wondering why.

Outside, where the S&S course had been set up again, we were surprised to see, as well as all the usual suspects, Yolanda standing chatting to Roxy while waiting for the surface to be prepared. I was going to enjoy this, I decided – and I was right. The moment the coefficient of friction had been sufficiently reduced, I was treated to the sight of two lean and lithe bodies dashing to and fro, tangling and colliding with each other – and others. There were a few women about, some not unattractive, but let’s be honest, it was the first two that held my attention like I’d been superglued to them. The flurry of bums, tits and fannies soon started to take effect and when Samantha wondered why I was now standing behind her, I had to explain that I was hiding. She took me for a walk around the field to cool off, then back into the grain store for a much-needed iced drink.

Then there was another meditation session, but I decided that this might be less beneficial to my health than avoiding Yolanda for a while. I let Sam go on her own.

For the afternoon there was a performance of medieval music and we watched the players setting up in the shadow of the gazebo, although Will and Frank, with much more interest than us, were asking them all sorts of technical questions. I was just happy to observe.

“D’you mind if I pinch your car for a bit?” This was Sam. “I just need to do some shopping.” I told her where the keys were and a moment later she was back with them. ”Don’t forget it’s a bit quick,” I warned. She asked how to put the roof back down so I showed her. I watched her go and noted how she drove steadily out of the Kampsite, no temptation to drift it across the grass and gravel. She’d be safe.

The music started and I stood, listening. After a few minutes there was a pleasant surprise, a young lady dancer appeared. Nice, I thought. Then – oh boy! It was Yolanda, stark naked as always, and dancing somewhat erotically. After a while, it became more erotic. Then more. And – or was this my imagination? – had she had a shave? Her luscious pussy seemed more visible than before. Whatever the truth, the outcome was the same, she was sexier than a very sexy thing. Her breasts may have been small, but she certainly knew how to make them shimmer tantalizingly. And thanks to her gyrations and somersaults, I was getting an excellent view of her outer vulval lips, indeed even the inner ones once or twice.

You can just imagine how I was reacting to all this. Fortunately, leaning over the fence, with the open gate on one side and the hot tub on the other, meant I was not visible from the front, nor was there anyone close behind me. I could just stand there and enjoy it.

(More sexy fun soon, I promise!)

And here's Sam borrowing the car to go shopping.

Interlude

Suddenly a weird thing happened. My erect penis was being held and gently stroked. I had only just registered this when a tongue started circling the tip. Next, a mouth was enveloping the whole length and a complete blow job was under way. Full blown, you might say. Samantha had never done this for me before so I was well into it. The sights ahead and the sensations below told me I was unlikely to last long, and so it proved. After less than a minute I began pumping like mad, and seconds later heard a long breathy sigh, as she squirted all over my ankles and feet.

Then I glanced over to the Kampsite and realized my car hadn’t returned yet.

I looked down.

“Hello”, said Roxy.



(Oh blimey! Now what's going on? Find out soon.)