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!)
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