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!)
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