Kampsite with Kandi and Kim

[Everard]

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!)

[Everard]

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.)

[Everard]

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!)

[Everard]

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

[Everard]

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!)