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A couple of years ago, I went on a trip up to Cape Reinga, in the North of New Zealand. My wife and I had separated two years previously, and I had just bought myself a small Ford Transit camper-van to travel the country in.
This particular day I had spent at a beautiful Beach called Matai Bay, swimming and sunbathing. Then drove to a free camping reserve called Ramp Road, to spend the night. The reserve was a strip of mown grass, about half a mile long, alongside a long sandy beach. There must have been about thirty other motor homes there by the time I arrived. But they were dispersed on both sides of the sandy track as I drove in, so there was plenty of space between each vehicle.
I drove along the track looking for a level space, campers were acknowledging me and nodding hello as I drove past them. But all the good spots were taken, and it wasn’t until I reached the very end, that I saw a spot, up on a knoll, that would suit. It was not directly up from the beach, but on the other side of the track. Once I had backed onto the knoll and maneuvered until I was level, found that I had a magnificent view of the surroundings, because of the higher elevation than those around me.
My closest neighbors were a couple of young surfers in a Toyota Lucida, almost directly in front of me. I found out later they were two German guys on a year's trip around NZ and Australia. They were backed up against the dune, right next to a track leading down to the beach. The next closest neighbors were up on the same side as me, at least thirty meters away. But there did not appear to be anyone home there.
I set about getting the van tidied up, setting up my bed, and sorting out what I would have for dinner. As it was only just after 4:00 pm and sunset was around 8:00 pm, I settled down to read my book. A little later, movement caught my eye at the motorhome to my left. It was a couple setting up their camp table and chairs. Although they were quite a distance away, I could tell they were in their late forties or early fifties. I estimated he was about 5’8” and a little overweight, she was quite a bit shorter than him and not too hard on the eyes. I always take note of these things.
I looked to the front then and took stock of the two guys in front. They were both at least six feet and very fit looking. Both were on their phones, isn’t that the case with all young ones nowadays. Having taken stock of my neighbor’s, I returned to my book.
A little later, a movement made me lookup. It was the couple parked to my left, walking towards me. My eyes immediately went to the woman and I started to assess her. Very short, maybe only five foot, dark hair, slightly fuller figure, but definitely not fat, would have been very attractive in her day and still retained all of her good features. But the thing that really made me sit up and drop my book, was that she appeared to be only wearing a man’s shirt.
I doubt they would be able to see me, as the windows in my camper are tinted. So I was able to stare without being caught. As they passed in front of my van, I checked them out a bit more thoroughly and noted her nervousness, and her hands gripping the bottom of the shirt. I came to the conclusion that she was not wearing anything under the shirt, there was no hint of any panty line and her nipples were standing out hard against the white cotton. I could see the darker shading of the nipples, which meant she was wearing no bra.
They were headed for the rough track that led off through the tussock at the end of the grass reserve. But before they got to the path, a gust of wind blew the tail off her shirt up and revealed her naked globes - for sure, no knickers.
I scurried around in the back of my van, getting the correct lens on my camera, then climbed into my front passenger seat to see if I could get a photo of her pretty little naked derrière. My driver window was down, (our vehicles in NZ and right-hand drive) so I hopped into the passenger seat on the left, then leaned across the driver's seat, hoping to get a good shot of her naked butt, if the wind blew again. But at that point, they turned back, and he looked around making sure no one was looking, then lifted her shirt above her waist. They were about twenty paces onto the tussock track, and I had to lean back quickly so as not to be seen. ‘No photo’. Bugger! But the dark patch between her legs confirmed my assumption about her wearing no knickers and my cock stirred against my shorts.
I had to lean back, trying to remain undetected, embarrassed about being caught perving. They were now walking back towards me, watching the boy's van. But of the boys, there was no sign and I noted their surfboards were no longer on the grass, so they must have finally gotten sick of their phones and gone surfing.
Hubby made to lift her shirt again, she snapped his hand away, but was laughing. They were now only ten paces away from my van and had still not noticed me. I dropped my camera into the footwell and slipped over into my driver's seat and called out a hello to them.
“Hi, I’m Dave, nice evening for a walk.”
They stopped, she was looking startled, he also got a fright, but quickly recovered. “Hi! I’m Don and this is my wife Hazel.”
I put out my hand, in a gesture showing I wished to shake their hands. Hazel held back but Don, now gaining in confidence and looking excited about the situation, took Hazel’s hand and guided her over to my driver's door. I opened the van door and stepped down to the grass, leaving my arm resting through the open window. Don took my hand and shook it, asking where I was from.
“Just north of Auckland, what about you guys?”
As Don answered that they were from Wellington, I reached around the open door, took Hazel’s hand, and raised it to my lips.
“Nice to meet you Hazel, you're looking incredibly sexy this evening. Has Don dared you to walk in front of the boys wearing his shirt? I used to do similar things with my wife.”
Hazel looked flustered and would have scurried off if I hadn’t still been holding her hand. Her face flushed red, obviously pleased with the compliment, but awkward about her situation. Don seemed to be enjoying her embarrassment, he didn’t step in to help her, but just leaned on my open door window frame and watched her discomfort.
Don spoke next, “It was Hazel daring me to let her walk in front of the boys, with no bra on.”
Hazel spoke up for the first time, “It was your idea, and you insisted I wore this shirt of yours.”
“And beautiful you look in it too,” I replied.
I looked at Don, “Can I touch your wife?”
He had been standing there, relishing the look of awkwardness the situation had placed his wife in. But my question knocked the look off self-confidence from his face, but he recovered quickly and nervously nodded his ascent. So I drew Hazel closer to me so she was concealed from anyone walking on the beach by my van door, then dropped my right hand to her lower back to stop her pulling away and with my left hand, reached between her legs and cupped her mound. As I expected she pulled her hips back, but I held her and applied pressure with my palm on her hairy mound, my forefinger just naturally slid into her slit, she was dripping wet.
Don reacted instantly, lifted his arms, leaned forward to grab me and object. He had been expecting me to touch her breasts, between her legs was definitely in his book of ‘no-goes’. But he stopped short when he heard Hazel let out a groan. Well, it started as more of a startled gasp, then turned into a groan, full of want and desire. I looked to Don, knowing I had pushed way over the limit. I would never have normally acted in this way, but it was the situation, I’d just moved without any forethought or plan. Don's eyes were full of excitement, but his mouth was screwed up with a typical husband's angry reaction.
Don just dropped his hands to the window frame, he looked to Hazel, hoping to catch her eye and see what she wanted him to do. But Hazel had closed her eyes and let out another hungry groan and her hips moved forward, pushing against my palm. He looked at me then.
“I’ll stop if you want,” I said, taking my hand from between her legs and holding it up to show him the slick viscous fluid coating my fingers. “She’s incredibly wet, your dare has her very turned on. I don’t think you are going to get much rest when you get back to your van.”
I saw a multitude of emotions move over Don’s face. There was jealousy, anger even, but when his hand moved down to adjust his cramped cock, I knew he was hooked and would not stop me.
I returned my hand between her legs, hooked my fingers into her slit, and searched out her hole. I left them there, just touching her entrance, and waited until her hips thrust forward in an attempt to get them deeper. Then on the second thrust of her hips, I gave her what she craved, and pushed two fingers deep inside her.
“Don, I think Hazel’s breasts need some attention.”
He moved, somewhat in a daze, placed a hand on each breast, and started kneading them.
“No! She needs skin contact. Undo some buttons.” I said, really just wanting to see her breasts.
Don looked a little disorientated, but he undid the top two buttons and slipped a hand inside the shirt.
“Undo the rest, I want you to be able to see what my hand is doing to her.”
Don looked down, realised that this was in his best interest, but again looked to Hazel for her consent. She still had her eyes closed and there was little doubt from the expression on her face, that she was not going to object to anything we did. So he proceeded to loosen the rest of the buttons. I lifted my hand from the small of her back, and slipped the shirt from each shoulder, it slid down her back and hung at her elbows, as one of her hands was holding the door frame, the other was on my upper right arm. From behind, her arse would have been hidden by the loosely hanging shirt, but for Don and I, she now stood completely exposed, behind my van door.
Her breasts were large, with large dark aureoles, topped with wonderful hard nipples. I wondered at her ethnicity, as I expected small pink nipples. Maybe a bit of Spanish, or Arab in one of her forbears.
Don looked around urgently, checking first to his left to see that the Boys in front had not returned, then to his right, where there were two guys sat outside their motorhomes on the beach frontage, drinking beer. The wives had been with them earlier, I guessed they were now inside preparing dinner.
Satisfied that no one was near, and the guys drinking beer, even if they did look, would see little more than our heads and shoulders, as the van was mostly between us, he returned his attention to Hazel’s breasts. He took each nipple between his fingers and tweaked them as if he was masturbating a small cock. Hazel groaned, his working her nipples like this, was obviously part of their usual foreplay.
I dropped my right hand back to her butt, then slid it under the hanging shirt and under her arse lifting her forward onto my left hand. She clamped her legs together, and I knew she was worried I was going to touch her butt hole.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Hazel, look at me.” She opened her eyes. “Lift your leg up and put it on the step.”
She suddenly realised where she was and what she was doing. She nervously glanced around, searching for anyone watching, and tried to pull away.
“There is no one anywhere near, relax, and lift your leg.”
She looked to Don, he was into this now, confused at his emotions and knowing he should stop me. But he was far too excited and horny himself and wanted to see how far this would go. I knew this, I had been in a similar situation more than once. He just nodded to her, then released a nipple and leaned in through the window to lift her leg onto the van step.
Hazel gave up her resistance, she turned her body to mine and pushed her hips forward onto my palm, felling my fingers sink in deeper. I lowered my right hand further under her arse, moved it between her legs, and when these fingers touched the probing fingers attacking her from the front, I withdrew them from her and scooped up a good measure of her juices and dragged them to the little brown bud of her anus.
She instantly reacted, “Not there, don’t touch that. I don’t want you to touch me there.”
But I kept one slippery finger pressed against her butt, “Why, there are a thousand more nerve ending’s around here, than in your vagina. You can get a much more intense orgasm, by letting me massage you there.” And I slowly circled the fingertip around, letting her take in the sensations. At the same time, I had pushed three fingers of my left hand back into her vagina and was ensuring that the top of my forefinger was applying pressure and sliding against her clit as I thrust them into her.
She was still tense, but the sensations from my hands moving between her legs were breaking down her resolve. Again she glanced all around her, “We shouldn’t be doing this here.” She cried. “Don are you OK with this? I’m going to cum if we continue, I can feel it building.”
Don, now glanced around us, his fingers kept roughly kneading her nipples though, and he gave her a smile, “Cum for me baby, I want you to come. There is no one around, come on.”
I applied pressure to the finger at her arse and was rewarded as it slid into the first knuckle. She gave a start as it popped in, then amazingly, she pushed back against it, trying to get more of the finger up her arse.
Don and I both worked her towards her orgasm. Her body was now showing all the signs of approaching orgasm, shivers, twitches, legs bucking apart, as her need grew. Her face was screwed up in agonised concentration, but this did not make her ugly. The opposite, she looked wonderful, and fuck it turned me on. I saw that Don was now only working one of her nipples, the other hand was down gripping his throbbing cock.
I was so hard, my cock bent at an agonising angle down my leg, so I withdrew my fingers and struggled with my zip, intending to straighten the old fella. Hazel moaned as I withdrew, she opened her eyes and saw what I was attempting to do, and used a hand to help me release him. But rather than help me just straighten it, she pulled it free from my shorts and wrapt he fingers around the shaft.
“Oh shit, that's huge, I can’t take that.” She exclaimed.
Don looked at me, “You're not to fuck her, this is as far as we go, OK. I never meant this to happen.”
“OK,” I replied. “I promise, but we need to get her off.”
I bent, re-inserted my fingers and Don resumed his attentions on her nipples. We may have been temporarily distracted, but Hazel had not missed a beat. She was even closer to coming, now that she had a hold of my cock. Within minutes she had an explosive orgasm that had her body twitching down onto both my hands, while she thrust her chest forward to get Don’s fingers hard on her nipples.
I felt her knees buckle, and she would have dropped to the grass if I had not had my hands, one in front and one from the rear, deeply imbedded and holding her up. Then she sparked back to life, leaned forward, and tried to get all my cock down her throat. “Woh!” I cried, “Just work the knob, you’ll do yourself harm if you try to force that in.”
Hazel proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I ever remember getting. I was super excited, as she was still twitching around in the after throws of her own orgasm. Don again looked put out and annoyed. This was another thing that was definitely way out of his comfort zone. But I signaled him to get around behind her and fuck her arse.
It did not take too much guessing, to know that this was something he had attempted before, but her reaction to my fingering her there told me he had always been rejected. He pulled out his cock, it was tiny, four inches at the most, and quite thin. I immediately knew why she thought mine was a monster. He pushed himself against her little brown rose, but Hazel moved her arse away from him, indicating quite clearly she did not want him there. Don then realised he was standing out in the open, he glanced around and saw that the two guys drinking beer by their van were looking this way, he pulled his trousers closed and moved further to his left, trying to get totally concealed.
I came quickly, she swallowed it all, then seemed to come to her senses. “Oh shit, what have we done.” She looked embarrassedly at Don, pulled the shirt closed, and started buttoning it up.
I bent forward and spoke quietly in her ear. “You are only allowed to do up the top two buttons. Now don’t be upset, that was absolutely the best thing that has happened to me in years. Take Don back and talk through this, and be honest with each other. I have been through something like this before, and you have to talk through what just happened with each other.
They both looked very awkward and walked away towards their van. Don walked on her right, shielding her from the guys at the vans. I noticed that they were taking a real interest in Hazel, and had called their wives out to watch as well. I wondered what they had seen, as I was certain we had been well concealed all through that quick encounter.
But that they had seen something that perked their interest was obvious. And I watched with great interest, Hazels attempts to keep the shirt closed tight, which just made it all the more obvious that she was quite naked under it.
Once Hazel and Don disappeared into their motorhome, I resumed preparing my dinner. My mind working overtime, thinking how bloody lucky I had been and somewhat astounded that I had plucked up the courage to call out to them. Once they were beside the van, I had taken control, but that was no surprise, in most group situations, it only takes me seconds to see that no one wants to make the decisions and so I’m always the one to step in. I couldn’t wipe the dirty grin from my face.
Just after 8 o’clock, I decided I would have an early night and get away early in the morning. I got up to prepare the bed, and right then there was a knock on my driver's door. I knew immediately who it would be.
Sure enough, when I looked out the front of my van, there was Don, looking very sheepish. I waved him around to the back door, opened it, and ushered him in.
To be continued…..
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