Kampsite with Kandi and Kim

[Everard]

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!)