Caravan Cuckolding Part 2
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Memories of my youth.
I was 20 and just finished my second year at Uni. The summer break was due in a week’s time and my lectures were done so I thought I would head home early and catch up with my old pals. I didn’t want to use what little cash I had left on a train ticket so I decided to hitch hike. Using my student pass I got the early bus from town out to the roundabout on the main trunk road, where I had successfully hitched a lift before. I had brought with me a piece of cardboard on which I’d written the name of my home town. I had only been waiting 5 minutes when a car towing a caravan stopped in the lay-by. I walked up to the passenger door and was greeted by an elderly couple. My luck was in; they were heading north on holiday and their destination would take them within a few miles on my home base.
‘Hi I’m Bob, we’re headed your way, pop your rucksack in the boot and jump in the back seat’. ‘Thanks that’s great, I’m Bill by the way’. I dumped the rucksack as instructed, quickly got myself seated in the back of the car and off we went. ‘Hello Bill I’m Jenny, nice to meet you’. ‘Nice to meet you Jenny and you too Bob … thanks for stopping you saved my life I think the heavens were about to open’. ‘You’re more than welcome Bill. Both our daughters went to University so we like to help students out where we can’. We chatted for a while then a period of silence kicked in and I took the opportunity to weigh up the couple. Bob was in late 50s and looked like your average guy. Jenny looked a similar vintage, maybe a shade younger and had taken care of herself. She had dark brown hair that appeared dyed, medium build and looked quite fit and had the right curves in the right places. She had a lovely face and sparkly hazel eyes that had a suggestive glint. Bob had taken early retirement and they spent quite a bit of their time travelling the country in their caravan.
We chatted on and off as the miles and hours ticked by. They were a lovely friendly couple and easy company. ‘I bet you’re hungry Bill’ said Bob rhetorically. ‘There’s a hotel a few miles on, just off the main road, we’ve used it many times, it’s got a big car park ideal for the caravan and the food’s pretty decent. Join us for lunch Bill, our treat.’ ‘That’s really kind Bob, are you sure’? ‘Positive Bill we know students are always short of cash, especially at the end of term.’ Bob parked up and we made our way to the hotel bar. Jenny was wearing a chiffon summer skirt and red blouse. She led the way with Bob and me in tow. It was then I noticed Jenny’s legs, a very nice set of stems; slim ankles and nice calves. Bob paused and pointed to a first floor bedroom with its own balcony. ‘Before we bought the caravan Jenny and I used to stay her on weekend breaks, we always booked that room, as you can see Bill it has amazing views over the hills’. Jenny had walked on not realising we were lagging behind. She turned and told us to get a move on as she was hungry. As we got nearer, the sun was in just the right place and I got an unexpected treat. I could see the outline of Jenny’s thighs, hips and panties through the fine fabric of her skirt … mmmm that’s seriously sexy I thought to myself.
We had a tasty bar lunch and before heading back to the caravan Jenny popped to the loo. ‘You’re a nice young man Bill. We wanted a son but our daughters are lovely girls so can’t complain. Jenny seems to have taken a shine to you; if we’d had a son she would have been delighted if he turned out like you.’ ‘Thanks Bob, nice of you to say so’. Jenny returned from the loo and I took the opportunity to excuse myself. ‘We’ll see you back at the caravan Bill’. As I was walking across the car park Bob and Jenny were standing unusually close to each other and seemed to be in deep conversation. ‘Bill this next section of road is an accident hot spot with lots of z bends … Jenny can sit in the back with you so it’s easier to chat and I can concentrate on driving.’ I got in behind Bob and Jenny the other side. Bob barely spoke but Jenny and I chatted freely about anything and everything, we were getting on like a house on fire. ‘I bet a good looking boy like you Bill has all the girls chasing you’? ‘Not really Jenny, there are a few girls from the Medical School we got to know quite well but they’re really just friends’. I thought better not mention Betty the old lady next door to our digs who features in my story ‘Lemon Drizzle Cake’! Jenny giggled and said ‘Are you sure those medical girls didn’t practice their anatomy on you Bill’? I laughed, nice one Jenny, very amusing. ‘If only Jenny, I should be so lucky.’ Jenny placed her hand on the top of my thigh … ‘Come on Bill don’t be coy I reckon you and your house mates get up to all sorts’. Jenny’s hand was now casually roaming up and down my thigh and I could feel myself getting hard. (As our conversation slanted towards matters carnal, I became aware of Jenny and Bob making regular eye contact in the rear view mirror). ‘I wish Jenny, I’ve not had much luck in that department’ I replied, being rather economical with the truth. ‘Well maybe your luck is about to change Bill’. Gulp!
Jenny’s hand wandered up my thigh and came in contact with my now stiff member. ‘Mmmm Bill those medical girls don’t know what they’re missing … that feels lovely’. ‘Have you found what you were looking for darling’ Bob suddenly chipped in. ‘Oh yes Bob I’ve found exactly what I was looking for’. Jenny was now rubbing my cock through my jeans. I put my hand in my pocket and somehow managed to extricate my cock from my underpants so Jenny could get a less restricted feel of my cock. ‘Oh Bill … who’s a big boy then’? She leaned across, held the back of my head, pulled me to her and kissed me full on the mouth. I reached across and held her waist … as our kisses became more urgent, my hand soon found its way down to her thigh and on further to the hem of her skirt. My fingers slid under the thin fabric and began travelling back up her bare thigh taking with it her skirt. Jenny glanced at Bob in the mirror; I assumed looking for a sign of approval. Bob adjusted the angle of the mirror which must have given him a clear view of his wife’s skirt rucked up and my hand edging ever closer to the head of her valley. ‘Don’t mind me young fella, you carry on, I can see Jenny is enjoying your attention’.
As my hand closed in on its target Jenny shifted sideways and parted her legs. Reaching their objective my fingers contacted the fuzz of her pubic hair. ’Oooh Jenny you’ve got no panties on’! I exclaimed. ‘No, I took them off in the hotel loo as the gusset was rather damp … anyway I thought it might make things easier for you darling’. This confirmed my growing suspicion that Bob and Jenny were working to a pre-agreed plan. My fingers had worked their way inside her wet, sticky opening and were now zeroing in on her sensitive button. Here I was in the back seat of a stranger’s car kissing and fingering a sexy granny I’d just met and with hubby’s explicit approval and encouragement … so what’s to complain about? Well the perv in me couldn’t help thinking about those damp panties; what colour, just how damp were they and how pungent was the aroma? Jenny’s moaning brought me back to the job in hand. I had found the spot I was seeking and was rubbing it steadily and firmly in a circular motion. Our mouths were clamped together and our tongues were engaged in a fencing duel. Jenny was moaning loudly and her hips were bucking against my fingers. ‘Oh Bill that’s lovely … yes rub my clit … finger fuck me Bill … harder! … oh fuck I’m cumming’. She suddenly let out a loud cry of ecstasy and came, her juices flooding over my fingers ... I almost came in my pants but managed to hold back. I licked my finger tips ... mmmm that's delicious Jenny! ‘Don't be greedy Bill save some for me'. She took my hand and promptly licked the remainder of her sticky emissions. 'You're right it is delicious'. Jenny gave a contented sigh and lay back on the car seat. 'Oh Bill thank you that was lovely … you definitely hit the right spot there darling’. ‘How was that for you Jenny'? Bob piped in. ‘Just the ticket husband … that will do very nicely for starters … Bob can you pull in at the next lay-by please, there's something I need to help Bill with’? ‘Of course darling, I think there’s one a mile or two up ahead’. Bob obviously knew the road well and sure enough a few minutes later he pulled into a small lay-by; long enough to accommodate the car and van but no room for other vehicles. ‘Will this be okay Jenny’? ‘This will do nicely Bob’. My mind was racing and my cock was aching ... oh man this could be really something special.
To be continued.
I was 20 and just finished my second year at Uni. The summer break was due in a week’s time and my lectures were done so I thought I would head home early and catch up with my old pals. I didn’t want to use what little cash I had left on a train ticket so I decided to hitch hike. Using my student pass I got the early bus from town out to the roundabout on the main trunk road, where I had successfully hitched a lift before. I had brought with me a piece of cardboard on which I’d written the name of my home town. I had only been waiting 5 minutes when a car towing a caravan stopped in the lay-by. I walked up to the passenger door and was greeted by an elderly couple. My luck was in; they were heading north on holiday and their destination would take them within a few miles on my home base.
‘Hi I’m Bob, we’re headed your way, pop your rucksack in the boot and jump in the back seat’. ‘Thanks that’s great, I’m Bill by the way’. I dumped the rucksack as instructed, quickly got myself seated in the back of the car and off we went. ‘Hello Bill I’m Jenny, nice to meet you’. ‘Nice to meet you Jenny and you too Bob … thanks for stopping you saved my life I think the heavens were about to open’. ‘You’re more than welcome Bill. Both our daughters went to University so we like to help students out where we can’. We chatted for a while then a period of silence kicked in and I took the opportunity to weigh up the couple. Bob was in late 50s and looked like your average guy. Jenny looked a similar vintage, maybe a shade younger and had taken care of herself. She had dark brown hair that appeared dyed, medium build and looked quite fit and had the right curves in the right places. She had a lovely face and sparkly hazel eyes that had a suggestive glint. Bob had taken early retirement and they spent quite a bit of their time travelling the country in their caravan.
We chatted on and off as the miles and hours ticked by. They were a lovely friendly couple and easy company. ‘I bet you’re hungry Bill’ said Bob rhetorically. ‘There’s a hotel a few miles on, just off the main road, we’ve used it many times, it’s got a big car park ideal for the caravan and the food’s pretty decent. Join us for lunch Bill, our treat.’ ‘That’s really kind Bob, are you sure’? ‘Positive Bill we know students are always short of cash, especially at the end of term.’ Bob parked up and we made our way to the hotel bar. Jenny was wearing a chiffon summer skirt and red blouse. She led the way with Bob and me in tow. It was then I noticed Jenny’s legs, a very nice set of stems; slim ankles and nice calves. Bob paused and pointed to a first floor bedroom with its own balcony. ‘Before we bought the caravan Jenny and I used to stay her on weekend breaks, we always booked that room, as you can see Bill it has amazing views over the hills’. Jenny had walked on not realising we were lagging behind. She turned and told us to get a move on as she was hungry. As we got nearer, the sun was in just the right place and I got an unexpected treat. I could see the outline of Jenny’s thighs, hips and panties through the fine fabric of her skirt … mmmm that’s seriously sexy I thought to myself.
We had a tasty bar lunch and before heading back to the caravan Jenny popped to the loo. ‘You’re a nice young man Bill. We wanted a son but our daughters are lovely girls so can’t complain. Jenny seems to have taken a shine to you; if we’d had a son she would have been delighted if he turned out like you.’ ‘Thanks Bob, nice of you to say so’. Jenny returned from the loo and I took the opportunity to excuse myself. ‘We’ll see you back at the caravan Bill’. As I was walking across the car park Bob and Jenny were standing unusually close to each other and seemed to be in deep conversation. ‘Bill this next section of road is an accident hot spot with lots of z bends … Jenny can sit in the back with you so it’s easier to chat and I can concentrate on driving.’ I got in behind Bob and Jenny the other side. Bob barely spoke but Jenny and I chatted freely about anything and everything, we were getting on like a house on fire. ‘I bet a good looking boy like you Bill has all the girls chasing you’? ‘Not really Jenny, there are a few girls from the Medical School we got to know quite well but they’re really just friends’. I thought better not mention Betty the old lady next door to our digs who features in my story ‘Lemon Drizzle Cake’! Jenny giggled and said ‘Are you sure those medical girls didn’t practice their anatomy on you Bill’? I laughed, nice one Jenny, very amusing. ‘If only Jenny, I should be so lucky.’ Jenny placed her hand on the top of my thigh … ‘Come on Bill don’t be coy I reckon you and your house mates get up to all sorts’. Jenny’s hand was now casually roaming up and down my thigh and I could feel myself getting hard. (As our conversation slanted towards matters carnal, I became aware of Jenny and Bob making regular eye contact in the rear view mirror). ‘I wish Jenny, I’ve not had much luck in that department’ I replied, being rather economical with the truth. ‘Well maybe your luck is about to change Bill’. Gulp!
Jenny’s hand wandered up my thigh and came in contact with my now stiff member. ‘Mmmm Bill those medical girls don’t know what they’re missing … that feels lovely’. ‘Have you found what you were looking for darling’ Bob suddenly chipped in. ‘Oh yes Bob I’ve found exactly what I was looking for’. Jenny was now rubbing my cock through my jeans. I put my hand in my pocket and somehow managed to extricate my cock from my underpants so Jenny could get a less restricted feel of my cock. ‘Oh Bill … who’s a big boy then’? She leaned across, held the back of my head, pulled me to her and kissed me full on the mouth. I reached across and held her waist … as our kisses became more urgent, my hand soon found its way down to her thigh and on further to the hem of her skirt. My fingers slid under the thin fabric and began travelling back up her bare thigh taking with it her skirt. Jenny glanced at Bob in the mirror; I assumed looking for a sign of approval. Bob adjusted the angle of the mirror which must have given him a clear view of his wife’s skirt rucked up and my hand edging ever closer to the head of her valley. ‘Don’t mind me young fella, you carry on, I can see Jenny is enjoying your attention’.
As my hand closed in on its target Jenny shifted sideways and parted her legs. Reaching their objective my fingers contacted the fuzz of her pubic hair. ’Oooh Jenny you’ve got no panties on’! I exclaimed. ‘No, I took them off in the hotel loo as the gusset was rather damp … anyway I thought it might make things easier for you darling’. This confirmed my growing suspicion that Bob and Jenny were working to a pre-agreed plan. My fingers had worked their way inside her wet, sticky opening and were now zeroing in on her sensitive button. Here I was in the back seat of a stranger’s car kissing and fingering a sexy granny I’d just met and with hubby’s explicit approval and encouragement … so what’s to complain about? Well the perv in me couldn’t help thinking about those damp panties; what colour, just how damp were they and how pungent was the aroma? Jenny’s moaning brought me back to the job in hand. I had found the spot I was seeking and was rubbing it steadily and firmly in a circular motion. Our mouths were clamped together and our tongues were engaged in a fencing duel. Jenny was moaning loudly and her hips were bucking against my fingers. ‘Oh Bill that’s lovely … yes rub my clit … finger fuck me Bill … harder! … oh fuck I’m cumming’. She suddenly let out a loud cry of ecstasy and came, her juices flooding over my fingers ... I almost came in my pants but managed to hold back. I licked my finger tips ... mmmm that's delicious Jenny! ‘Don't be greedy Bill save some for me'. She took my hand and promptly licked the remainder of her sticky emissions. 'You're right it is delicious'. Jenny gave a contented sigh and lay back on the car seat. 'Oh Bill thank you that was lovely … you definitely hit the right spot there darling’. ‘How was that for you Jenny'? Bob piped in. ‘Just the ticket husband … that will do very nicely for starters … Bob can you pull in at the next lay-by please, there's something I need to help Bill with’? ‘Of course darling, I think there’s one a mile or two up ahead’. Bob obviously knew the road well and sure enough a few minutes later he pulled into a small lay-by; long enough to accommodate the car and van but no room for other vehicles. ‘Will this be okay Jenny’? ‘This will do nicely Bob’. My mind was racing and my cock was aching ... oh man this could be really something special.
To be continued.
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