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.
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