Pippa's Holiday Romance Ch. 02

Thursday morning...

'Your gunna let him fuck you aren't you?'

John's question from just ten minutes earlier echoes in my mind as I make my way once more down to the clifftops and a rendezvous with my new special friend, randy old codger Bob.

My hubby's question was rhetorical of course, as we'd already agreed the day before that this was what we both desired, no, John's words were a tease, to which I teasingly responded, going to him and embracing, kissing slow and deep.

Breaking away I then answered quite matter of factly, 'Of course darling... and then I'm coming straight back here to you so you can... see.'

After giving John a smouldering look and telling him I'd see him soon, I then left our van and made my way down towards the little clifftop cafe. It's cooler this morning and cloudy too, so no spectacular sunrise, the cool air more noticeable on my stocking clad legs, this time I've come dressed for a more... in depth encounter.

I've swapped my jeans for a mid length skirt, under which I'm wearing black stockings and a pair of matching lacy panties, while keeping it simple on top, blouse and coat, no bra. The clothing, chosen for me by John reflects the need for discretion while offering something naughty underneath.

We had discussed my first intimate encounter with Bob for most of the previous day, John just as perplexed as myself in regard to the older gentleman's unusual behaviour upon my disclosure of our swinging lifestyle.

We both agreed that instead of ignoring my offer he should have at least respectfully declined, unless he thought doing so may have resulted in rejection, which he wasn't going to risk, preferring instead to keep quiet and pretend I hadn't said anything... odd indeed.

But now, as I neared the cafe, I tried to put any worries about Bob's peculiar behaviour to the back of my mind and focus on what was about to happen. Having a desire to go all the way with Bob was one thing but actually doing it was another, the main obstacle being where? We were in a public place after all, but I had an idea about that which would soon be put into practice.

Approaching the bench, I can see Bob sat with his back to me, as before he hears my footfalls and turns to greet me, eyes immediately dropping to my bosom.

Greeting him with a cheery, "Good morning." I then sit down... and am immediately embraced, Bob's hands holding my head while he kisses me, taken aback by his full on approach I'm temporarily surprised, but quickly recover and begin to kiss back. Tongues wriggle alongside each other and our breath comes quickly through our noses, presently he breaks away, moving his hands from my head to my boobs, exploring through the open coat with busy hands.

"My word... someone's eager this morning." The words are spoken through quick breaths, Bob's rapid attack getting my heart pumping.

"Av missed yer lass... been awake since early hours thinking about yer... had a fucking hard on all morning... over you and these puppies."

Bob's crude reply and profanity underline his rough personality, the man's face is a picture as he fondles me through the blouse, grinning old perv comes to mind, quickly realising I'm not wearing a bra stokes him up further and he has my blouse undone and open in a jiffy, a boob in each hand, groping, squeezing, feeling their weight.

"Bloody ell!... must be a couple of pounds each... you beauties." He gazes down at my bare tits rubbing his thumbs back and forth over each nipple, intently watching as they swell up.

"Oh yeah... look at that... look how big them nips are getting."

Sighing at Bob's intimate touch I watch him closely while he continues to grope, his face a picture of fervent desire. Presently he looks up from my bosom and makes eye contact.

"These are mine aren't they?... just mine?"

Nodding, I acknowledge Bob's dominance, telling him what he wants to hear, assuring that my boobs belong only to him. It's now very clear that he wants me just to himself and has no intention of sharing with John, at least not at the same time.

"Good... and you?... you're mine too aren't yer?"

Bob's need for my compliance and his desire to express ownership over me is music to my ears... so very arousing.

"Yes." I reply, "I'm all yours."

At this Bob kisses me once more then lowers his head and starts to feed, as before, while I keep lookout. This time however, his left hand begins sliding up my skirt, exploring ever higher past stocking tops right up to my crotch where nimble fingers probe the gusset of my panties.

"Mmmmm." Purring at such intimate touching I encourage him by opening my legs wider.

Breaking off from sucking my nips he raises his head, face close to mine, "Oh you've come prepared this morning haven't you?... stockings... and what's this..."

Pausing to lift my skirt up and have a look, he grins lasciviously before continuing, "... naughty knickers I see... oh you know what I like... must ave read my mind."

At this he gives out a little chuckle, then treats me to a passionate kiss, "Mmmmm." My muffled moan is the result of Bob's fingers slipping beneath the panties, seeking out my clit, rubbing up and down slick... silky warmth.

Breaking our kiss he gazes into me, dark eyes alight with the intensity of his desire.

"Yeah that's the sweet spot... like that don't yer lass?"

Nodding, a gasp escapes me as Bob's skilled fingers go to work, creating the most intense sensations. He continues to stare right into me, a ghost of a grin beginning to form, a smug, confident grin. He knows he's having a profound effect on me and is enjoying my reaction.

I'm getting so carried away that I forget to keep watch, suddenly realising I haven't checked for several moments I quickly look around but can't see anyone.

Returning my gaze to Bob, his smug grin now all too evident... along with my state of arousal, a slick, wet noise is coming from between my legs as Bob's fingers flick rapidly back and forth over my swollen clit.

Closing my eyes for a brief moment, trying to concentrate on keeping some composure, I want to come on his cock not his fingers.

Looking around again, I'm lots of things all at once, highly aroused, nervous, a little embarrassed at how wet I am, and even a little peeved at Bob's smugness for being able to get me this excited so quickly.

His smug confidence reminding me of another lover years previously, I push these negative thoughts away and concentrate hard on my surroundings, being vigilant nobody is nearby, my face feels hot against the cool air and I know I'm flushed red from the arousal.

Bob's got me just right, his fingers working at a good angle and getting me there fast... I need to do something soon.

Placing my hand upon his I tell him, "I want you." Backing it up with a serious expression that conveys my needs.

Bob slowly stops what he's doing, replying confidently, "Oh I know you do... that's why you've come dressed as you have." After saying this he withdraws his hand and like me a moment earlier surveys our location, taking interest in the nearby cafe.

This is where I'd planned to take things with Bob to the next level, being the only cover around unless we wanted to go down to the beach, which involved a long walk and descending many stone steps as the only visible access. As it's clear that both our needs are urgent, Bob begins standing up while grasping hold my hand.

"Come on... over here... nobody will see us." Getting up, I'm led over to the rear of the building, making no attempt to cover my bare bosoms, enjoying the partial nudity and the lascivious glances from Bob as he looks back over his shoulder. I also notice the substantial bulge in his shorts, wobbling to each footstep.

Once at the back of the cafe we are concealed from the caravan park, there is a large window but on close inspection with hands cupped to block out reflections it's clear the place is dead, no lights on and everything put away, tables and chairs set out for new customers later on that morning.

So that only leaves the large house on the clifftop in the distance, but once again the thought of being watched whets my alreading dripping appetite. Satisfied we're alone Bob waists no time coming to me with a forceful embrace, pushing me back against the cafe window and kissing deeply, his hands up the back of my skirt, groping my rear.

I can feel him pushing his hardness against my belly, little, eager thrusts. Breaking away he tells me to turn around and bend over. Doing as I'm told I bend right over double, keeping my legs straight and slightly apart, bracing myself with both hands on the windowsill arms outstretched.

He gets into position behind me and quickly has my skirt up and panties down, hand thrust between my legs fingers seeking out my entrance, "Fuckin ell... you're soaked." Is Bob's fervent exclamation as his fingers find their mark.

"Aaah." Gasping at the sensation of Bob's finger abruptly inserted, I'm finger fucked for a brief moment before he withdraws, mumbling something like, 'Fuckin ready alright.'

After this I hear the soft ruffling of clothing, Bob's shorts being pulled down, and then... he's on me.

Pushing up close to my rear, using his fingers again to guide himself in, "Aaaah." A louder gasp from me as he penetrates, sliding in deep, resting for a brief moment both of us enjoying the sensation.

Although relishing this first moment of ultimate intimacy between us, there is a sense of urgency that fills us both, the chance of being caught in the act mingling with our need for satisfaction creating a heady mix. And thus, after that sweet little moment Bob grasps my hips tightly and goes for it, thrusting hard and fast.

In this position, with my head down looking back I can only see Bob's lower legs and feet, my boobs blocking the view... shaking with each powerful thrust. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, so cheap and degraded... being used by a dirty old man behind a cafe...

And it's this sense of depravity that pushes me over the edge, having been worked up with Bob's skilful fingers on the bench, and now pounded mercilessly from behind... within just a few moments I succumb to the inevitable.

Closing my eyes and opening my mouth wide in a silent scream I tremble as it rips through me, the words, "Oh yeah!" Are vaguely registered, Bob's quiet acknowledgement is followed by faster, more frantic humping.

Coming out of it just in time to feel him push into me hard, gripping tightly... suddenly still.

"Aaagh... fuckin ell... oh shit yeah." Bob's profanity is followed up by another brief round of frantic humping before going still once more.

Letting go of the sill with one hand I reach back and can feel Bob's tightly clenched buttock, I can hear his panting over my own, feel a tickle running down my inner thigh, replacing my hand on the sill, Bob lowers himself down onto my back reaching under to grope my boobs...

And at that moment, as we are at our most vulnerable... we hear the sound of a dog barking off in the distance... followed by a man shouting it's name...

Panic ensues, yes the risk of being caught in the act is a good deal of fun, but for it to actually happen...

Bob immediately gets up and pulls out, going to investigate while I straighten up and reach for some tissues I have in my coat pocket, wiping my crotch and thighs. Meanwhile Bob is peeping around the corner of the cafe to see what's going on.

Quickly returning there's a comical moment where I'm trying to pull my panties back up and Bob is staggering towards me with his shorts around his knees and swollen cock, dripping wet, wobbling to and thro.

He comes to me and I pass him some clean tissues, "There's a fella up there on the path with a labrador... he's coming this way... quick... pull yer things up." As he's telling me Bob is cleaning himself while glancing nervously over his shoulder.

Quickly becoming decent, everything pulled up and buttoned up I copy what Bob has just done and sneak a look at our would-be interloper, I can see the man walking along the path with the dog out in front of him, it looks like he's unaware of our presence, as I watch he reaches a fork in the path and takes the one leading away from us.

Breathing a sigh of relief I look around to see that Bob is also now covered up, a bulge still visible in the front of his shorts the only hint at what we've been doing, but that will soon go.

Unable to help myself I burst into a giggle, soon joined by Bob, the relief at avoiding embarrassment and the exhilaration of what we've just done proving contagious.

Going back to the bench we sit down and chat about what's just happened, Bob commenting in the vulgar, common way that I'm now used to.

"Bloody ell I needed that lass." He exclaims still a little out of breath and red faced, he goes on to pour praise on my curvy rear and the snug grip I offered.

I thank him and also give praise, complimenting his tackle and making sure he knows I'm impressed with his stamina.

During our chat Bob tells me he has a 'thing' for black lingerie, amongst other turn ons including what we've just done, or 'risky quickies' as he refers to it.

He confides that he's done similar things in the past with his wife and more recently with a girlfriend in a public park.

It does strike me as a little odd that he gets a kick out of doing it outdoors where there's a possibility of being seen but he won't even acknowledge the offer of my hubby watching us. However, Bob is not finished with his peculiar behaviour as near the end of our personal conversation he makes reference to my husband, something he's steered clear of in our previous chats.

After revealing some of my kinks I happen to mention that John also has a soft spot for black lingerie, especially polka dot stockings.

"Oooh now yer talking... ad love to see you in those... it's a good job your old man doesn't know what your up to eh?... sneaking down here to see old Bob." After saying this he playfully nudges me with his elbow while chuckling.

I'm initially surprised at Bob's comment but quickly realise what's going on, he obviously knows the score with myself and John because I've told him before, twice, made it perfectly clear about our swinging lifestyle and that my hubby is fine with me seeing him.

So, it appeared that old Bob was playing a little game.

The guy is in denial about my promiscuity, preferring instead to imagine I'm in a 'convential' marriage and that he's led me astray, pretending that John is oblivious to what's going on and we're having an affair... which is firmly in keeping with Bob's ego.

Not wanting to spoil his fantasy, and finding the old fella increasingly kinky, I decide to play along and keep up the pretence.

"Oh yeah I know... I made sure he was asleep before getting ready to meet you... it was a rush... you know?... sneaking out the van to see you... but... what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him... he'll probably still be asleep when I get back... but if he isn't I'll just say I was out for a walk... which is partly true."

My words have a profound effect upon Bob, his face lighting up, excitement clearly evident within his enthusiastic reply. "Ooh you naughty little minx... that's so sly sneaking out while he's asleep... and am I glad you did... come ere."

He puts an arm around me and we share a slow sensual kiss, breaking off Bob continues to praise my completely fictitious sly behaviour before making arrangements to meet me here again tomorrow morning for...'round two'... as he puts it, with a smug grin plastered all over his face.

And with that we part, Bob jogging off up the coastal path while I wander back to the van and my eagerly awaiting husband.

John loves the feel of me when I've been recently used, his fascination with sloppy seconds meaning I'm treated to my second seeing-to of the morning, this time on my back and in the comfort of our bed.

Because of John's eagerness I initially only manage to tell him some of what happened with Bob, the rest is conveyed afterwards while we lay side by side in bed... hubby's seed mingling with my new boyfriend's.

During the rest of my disclosure I tell John all about the conversation with Bob after our bit of fun behind the cafe, my hubby finding Bob's increasingly strange behaviour rather amusing.

John agreeing with me when I tell him that I believe Bob is the type who likes to think of himself as a bit of a casanova, getting a kick out of sleeping with other men's wives, my impression is he's done it before and developed a taste for it, perhaps one of the girlfriends he told me about was married at the time and cheated on their husband with Bob. I'm intrigued by this interesting man and endeavour to find out more about his past private life upon our next encounter.

**

As it turns out the following morning is a disaster, at least initially. This time John accompanied me with his binoculars, the plan being to part company when we were getting close to the cafe, then he would go further along the coastal path and conceal himself behind a hedgerow where he could observe his wife fornicating with her new fella from a safe distance.

This all went like clockwork, however, what we hadn't planned for was another dog walker, nor a couple of joggers, nor even the family coming to sit on the bench next to myself and Bob to catch photos of the sunrise... you get the picture.

Knowing my hubby was watching all this was particularly frustrating. For the past few days there had been nobody and then, just as John was in a position to watch we couldn't do anything, but all was not lost.

After deciding to postpone till the next morning Bob walked some of the way back to the park with me, and here I took the opportunity to suggest an alternative to waiting while the next morning.

Thinking on my feet and knowing John will play along I tell Bob that my hubby will be going into town later that morning to meet a friend and I'll be alone for a couple of hours.

Surprisingly, Bob is a little reluctant, expressing concern that hubby could return unexpectedly. It seems he's taking this fantasy of me cheating a little too far, but I play along anyway, reassuring Bob that I'll phone John while he's in town on some pretence to make sure he's where he should be.

And this seals the deal, we swap phone numbers and I give Bob the name and number of the caravan... and our passionate encounter is rescheduled for later that morning.

**

Sitting waiting in the lounge of our van, it's ten past ten, Bob is ten minutes late and I'm beginning to wonder if he's going to show up, John left a half hour earlier heading into town to get breakfast and eagerly await my call.

Less is sometimes more... and this is a classic example of that. Just knowing I'm going to be back here in the van entertaining this older guy is enough excitement to drive my hubby to distraction. He's told me before that not being able to participate or see has it's very own special quality, and to hear my voice over the phone knowing Bob will be here with me is the cherry on top.

Gazing through the window at a large tanker out to see I'm suddenly pulled away from my thoughts by footfalls coming up the van steps, quickly standing, my heart beginning to beat faster, going towards the door just as a knocking can be heard... he's here.

Opening the door and greeting Bob with a, 'Hi.' And a meaningful look, I invite him inside locking the door afterwards.

Moving to the lounge area we sit at opposite sides of the room facing each other, Bob telling me he had a hard time finding our van, while taking a good look around. He does seem genuinely nervous, and role play aside, he's aware my hubby likes to watch so it appears he may suspect that John is hiding somewhere in the van.

My suspicions being confirmed by Bob asking if I'm sure we're alone. In answer to this enquiry I reach for my phone on the coffee table and call John, putting it on speaker phone and then making a hush gesture to Bob with forefinger on my lips.

After several rings John answers, and we begin a prearranged exchange, the subtle fervent tone in my hubby's voice familiar to me but going undetected by Bob. During the brief chat, in which I ask if he has a key for the van as I may go out later, we can hear lots of people talking in the background.

Asking where he is John tells us he's in a wetherspoons about to order breakfast, after which he's going to do a bit of shopping in town before coming back, making sure to say that he'll be a couple of hours, we say our goodbyes and I hang up.

After playing our part in this little fantasy, and Bob listening to John confirm he's in town and not coming back to the van for some time, my new friend is visibly more relaxed and so I take the opportunity to make a suggestion.

Standing up and walking towards Bob I say, "Well... now you know we're alone and you have me all to yourself... I was just about to have a shower... maybe you'd like to help wash my hair?"

Not waiting for an answer, just giving him 'the look' as I saunter past, continuing on to the bathroom and undressing. I'm under the hot water before hearing the bathroom door open, in my suspicious mind's eye images of Bob having a quick look around the van to make sure we really are alone are played out... such a cautious fellow.

Unsurprisingly, Bob undresses quickly and joins me in the shower stall. With my back to him initially, enjoying the hot water on my face, I turn to see a very happy chappy, a grin from ear to ear and all evidence of nerves gone. Getting my first look at him fully naked, through the steam I can see he's very hairy, he has a well defined muscular physique and in contrast to his face his body is that of someone much younger, gazing downwards he's not hard yet but getting there.

I am impressed and as I'm thinking it Bob says it out loud while checking me out, "Oh yeah." He grins while looking me up and down, his greedy eyes coming to rest on my boobs.

He comes to me and we have our first nude embrace, kissing deeply under the jet of water. "Mmmmm." Bob's moan of approval vibrates through my mouth before he breaks away, "Oh yeah that feels good." He's pressing tightly against me, hard muscle against my soft skin, hands going down to my bottom groping fleshy cheeks.

Leaning back a little to gaze down at my boobs, he makes a comment about them being good enough to eat and I feel him let go my bum and begin to lower his head, but I resist the urge to comply, instead choosing to tease.

"Wait a minute." Stepping back I reach for the shampoo, "Please?" Passing him the bottle I note Bob's slight irritation before turning around. Leaving my tits alone for a while, I'm now treated to a very sensual hair wash which I figure Bob has done before because he is so good at it, I love my hair played with... my head massaged.

While he's doing it my hands are busy behind my back, fondling his balls and playing with the swelling shaft. Once rinsed I turn around and suggest he washes my boobs, Bob waists no time in acquiring soap and getting to work lathering up. The soap is then discarded and Bob's hands grope and squeeze slippery wobbling flesh, it feels amazing and he soon has me sighing, my nips erect and hard.

While he's been playing up top my hands have once again been busy, wanking his hardening shaft and now he's ready, fully erect.

"Mmmmm... oh fuck!... I'd love to slide it between these beauties while they're all slippery." Bob's enthusiastic words, are spoken with an almost feverish tone. Without saying a word I let go his cock and go down on one knee before him, squashing my breasts together, presenting them to Bob's throbbing erection.

He grins lasciviously down at me while bending his knees, getting into position, pushing himself between my tightly squashed bosoms, "Oh fuck yes!... aaah... oh yeah... now that's what I'm talking about."

He exclaims excitedly, beginning to thrust into my cleavage, the air turns blue with expletives as Bob vocalises his excitement, it's clear he's getting himself worked up and I wonder from the jerky humping I'm receiving if things are going to be over with prematurely.

However, after a few moments he slows and pulls out muttering something about, 'too much.' Standing up I rinse the soap off us both and then once more get down in front of Bob, this time on both knees where I proceed to give him some loving oral.

The last time I did this a couple of days ago we were in a hurry, but now I take things easy, having a good explore. Bob's cock, although not the biggest I've had is a fine example, maybe a little longer than six inches with a thick shaft and nice gentle curve to it, a handsome bell with a large hood.

Turning attention to his sack, I grasp him in my right hand, cupping the plumbs within and gently isolating one for investigation, sucking and oh so gently nibbling.

Up until this point Bob had been quietly moaning while I sucked on his cock, stroking my head and playing with my hair, but now he once more becomes vocal and I feel him tensing up.

It appears I've found his weakness, and so continue to explore both plumbs with my mouth, tongue and teeth, being as thorough as I dare until suddenly he can stand no more.

I'm gently pushed back with a hand on my forehand, "Oooh no... no no... not yet... ooh yer little minx come ere."

I'm urged to stand, where Bob's awaiting arms embrace and lips find mine, hugging tightly we share a passionate kiss. Breaking away, he reaches past me and turns the shower off, suggesting we get dried and go to the bedroom.

Things from here happen quickly, after drying off I show Bob to our bedroom at the back of the van, closing the curtains while he closes the door, we stand briefly facing each other across the bed, studying one another closely.

Bob breaks the silence, "I get the impression yer like being told what to do Pippa... don't yer?"

Nodding, I glance down at Bob's cock and back up again, "Is it that obvious?" My question is accompanied by a wicked grin, conveying all the mischief I'm currently feeling.

"Yes it is... now... be a good girl and crawl over here to old Bob... yeah that's it."

Getting up onto the bed I do as I'm told, approaching him on all fours, stopping inches from his erection, gazing up and keeping eye contact.

"Go on then... give us a suck... mmmmm... oh yeah that's it."

Without hesitation I take him into my mouth, Bob playing with my damp hair while talking to me.

"Yer like that don't yer?" I nod, continuing to suck, flicking my tongue across the sensitive underside of his bell.

"Mmmmm... yes I can tell... our lass used to like it too... in a way you remind me of her." By 'our lass' I presume Bob means his departed wife and not a recent girlfriend.

"Do you do this for your hubby then?" Thinking fast I briefly stop what I'm doing to tell Bob what he wants to hear, fuelling his fantasy.

"Not really... we haven't been intimate for a while."

Resuming my oral affections with Bob's thrilled expression fresh in my mind, he jumps on this new information.

"Oh really!" I can hear the excitement within his tone, he's clearly enjoying this role play... I'm now the cheating neglected wife.

Chuckling to himself, Bob then goes on to tell me that it was fate we met that morning on the clifftops a few days ago, and that he knows what I want and how to take care of my needs. If I didn't know that he was deluding himself it would sound kind of cheesy, as he puts it in such a smug, confident way.

I have to keep reminding myself that Bob knows we are a swinging couple and have a very active, fulfilling sex life. He sounds so convinced of the opposite, that he almost has me believing it.

"Mmmm... oh yeah... you really like that don't yer?" The emphasis here is on 'really' and I nod while keeping him in my mouth.

Leaving my hair alone Bob reaches down and cups a boob in each hand, rolling and pinching my nips while posing a question, mostly to himself, "Oh you are a naughty girl... I wonder what your husband would say if he could see yer now?" He gives out another chuckle before pouring praise on my boobs, then gives me another command.

"Right... come on then lass turn around... as good as this is I wanna get these titties shaking."

Complying, I let him go and turn around so my rear is facing him. Bob is on me quickly, his cock rudely inserted, my hips grasped tightly... and then it begins. During a lengthy, energetic session, I'm pummeled from behind continuously until I climax, trying to keep the noise down is difficult as I just want to scream my head off, but there's a young family with a toddler in the van next to us and these things are not exactly sound proof.

As soon as I've recovered off he goes again thrusting hard and fast, knowing that Bob is very keen on physical fitness I can't help but wonder if I'm part of his workout.

After several moments he seems to tire and pulls out, but as I'm about to discover Bob is just changing positions, I'm next directed to lay on my back whereupon I'm quickly pounced on and off we go again... the man is a dynamo.

I'm fucked deep, hard and fast in another lengthy coupling, until once more I have to bite my lip to avoid screaming through a big climax. Bob just grins triumphantly down at me while panting, I've known fitter lovers before and since this ageing boxer, however, for his years Bob's stamina is exceptional. It's odd because his face doesn't match his body and when we're face to face he's an old man but his performance, what I'm feeling, is more like that of a much younger guy.

After I've recovered, Bob, now still, first has another little chuckle to himself, then speaks to me in that smug confident tone, asking me if my hubby fucks me like this, to which of course I tell him what he wants to hear, replying to his delight in the negative, producing another chuckle before Bob comments on how wet I am, he then pulls out, directing me to lay on my side with one leg bent at the knee and the other straight, in this position he straddles my leg and has me at a more leisurely pace, gazing down at his cock sliding in and out.

"Bloody ell you are soaked." Bob exclaims, the pride in his voice clearly evident, he investigates my slippery entrance with his fingers. At this point Bob compliments my rear in his own crude way, giving me a couple of hard slaps that make a loud cracking noise, he then moves his fingers to my back passage where he does some more exploring, tracing circles around and around, the sensation of which sends shivers of delight right through me.

"Oh yer like that do yer?" Looking back at Bob, he glances up from what he's doing with a wicked grin, nodding in answer he gazes back down with fascination as I feel a finger being inserted.

Gasping at the sensation, I begin to softly moan as he leaves his cock buried in me and finger fucks my bum for a little while, alternating his gaze between what he's doing and my eyes. Getting myself mentally ready for a bout of anal I'm surprised when Bob retracts his finger, pulls out and directs me to get on my knees.

In this position he once again takes his time, fucking me slowly while laid across my back, his hands groping my hanging boobs. The fact that he's altered his method by slowing down and keeps changing positions, gives me the impression that he's about to spill the juice, this being confirmed moments later by Bob's sudden announcement.

Ordering me onto my back he gets into position on top and says, "Right lass... am gunna spunk yeh now." Bob proceeds to roughly enter me whereupon he immediately begins thrusting hard and fast as before, gazing down into me with a feverish determined expression. Bob frantically humps, his face bright red and sweaty, "Here it comes... am gunna... am gunna... aaah."

His quiet, fervent words are spat out, eyes closing and face contorting as he goes still, tensing up. Wrapping my legs tightly around him, I can feel his cock twitching within me, it's happened so suddenly I haven't had a chance to goad.

Instead I focus on the wonderful sensation of being creampied, catching my breath while gazing up at Bob who's slowly opening his eyes and beginning to relax, at the same time I feel the twitching within subside and then stop altogether.

A grin slowly spreads across my lover's face, a happy grin of satisfaction. We gaze at each other enjoying this special moment, and then, just as quickly as it was upon me it's gone.

It soon becomes apparent that Bob is not the type to hang around once he's delivered the goods. I normally enjoy a little afterplay, a kiss and cuddle.. etc, but Bob has other ideas.

Feeling him going to get up I relax my grip and he pulls out, getting up onto his knees and briefly staring down between my open legs, the smug grin returns and is soon followed by a corresponding comment, "Oh yeah... that's my job done alright." Bob referring to the goo currently leaking out of me, he then proceeds to crawl up to my head and dangle his dripping, swollen member before me, "Be a good girl and clean old Bob up."

Doing as I'm told I take him into my mouth and suck the dregs out, tasting my own juices at the same time.

"Mmmm... that's it... good girl." Bob's approving words are accompanied by a hand gently caressing my face. Gazing teasingly up at him I lick the shrinking bell clean, earning another comment and question from Bob, "Oh yeah... that's the look alright... go on then... tell me... do I taste better than hubby?"

Satisfied I've got it all I plant a soft kiss on the end and tell Bob once more what he wants to hear, "Of course... much better."

Upon hearing this he chuckles to himself, after which he leans over towards my groin and has another look at his handiwork, reaching a hand down between my legs I feel him scoop up some of the leakage

Bringing his sticky fingers to me I'm encouraged to lick the goo off, "Here ave some more." Taking his hand in mine I clean the cum off, sucking each finger in turn.

"That's it... can't ave your hubby knowing old Bob has been to see his missus now can we?... better make sure to get rid of the evidence."

Once I've got it all off Bob praises me again and then, after looking at his watch abruptly announces he'll have to be going. I am a little disappointed he's leaving so suddenly, I had wanted to ask him about his past girlfriends but Bob is eager to leave, it appears his earlier nerves about my husband have returned.

He gets up off the bed and I watch as he leaves the bedroom to retrieve his clothes from the bathroom. Returning dressed a moment later I go to get up but am directed to stay where I am, Bob wanting to get a 'good mental picture' as he puts it, of me laid with my legs open, glistening fanny on display, and my face and neck still flushed red from our recent activity.

As he's gazing at me I tell him I'll be alone again the same time tomorrow, to which Bob comes out of his little trance and tells me he's looking forward to it, adding that he'll see himself out, and with that he's gone, out the bedroom and back down the narrow corridor... footfalls receding... caravan door opening and closing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly I have a moment to calm down, I'm aching a little from the hard pounding I've received, and I'm bathed in sweat. Suddenly remembering something John had requested I glance around and spot what I'm looking for on the bedside table.

Taking the mobile phone, selecting camera I reverse the view and take a rather explicit photo of my wet fanny, although Bob scooped up some of the 'evidence' some still remains. Saving the image to messages I type quickly and check it before sending.

The text below the picture reads, 'He's gone. Come and get it she's nice and wet for your turn xxx.' Pressing send I relax back on the bed and await my hubby's return...

End of chapter 2.