Pippa's Holiday Romance Ch. 03

"Oh yeah... he's gunna like that." John's comment comes as I stand before him in the bedroom of our caravan clothed only in lingerie, all black of course the full works, polka dot stockings with suspenders, tiny lacy panties, and covering my bosoms a matching see through bra that pushes my assets together nicely to produce a deep cleavage.

It's saturday morning and as I'm getting ready for a visit from old codger Bob, John's having a final few moments with me before he makes himself scarce.

My new boyfriend, having been fed a similar excuse as yesterday for my hubby's absence this morning, will be here soon. I'm very curious about Bob's past girlfriends and hope this time he stays around long enough for a little chat.

After his behaviour the previous morning it's now obvious to both myself and John that Bob has a thing for unfaithful wives, especially neglected ones. Although he knows John approves of me seeing other men and I'm far from neglected, Bob has immersed himself in his own little fantasy world and seems to firmly believe we're having a secret affair... which is almost certainly an attempt at reliving a past experience.

Bob had previously expressed his desire to see me in polka dot stockings, making us wonder if perhaps a married girlfriend had worn them. Realising I hadn't brought any with me we'd gone into town yesterday afternoon and purchased a pair, much to John's delight, his demeanour now as he looked me up and down was nothing short of giddy.

He spends another moment gazing at me then steps forward for an embrace, kissing deeply, squeezing tight, pressing us together. Breaking away he gazes down into me, eyes aglow with excitement.

"This is good isn't it?... I mean... one of the best... and to think at first we thought it might turn out to be a dudd in that respect."

I know exactly what he means, sometimes it's like that, something will just happen unexpectedly, and this is certainly one of those times. Although John is more than happy with the situation, I just wish he could at least watch. We thought about hiding my phone in the bedroom and filming Bob with me but I did note the other day that he kept a close eye on where it was and also had a good look around in the bedroom, he was suspicious alright, so probably best not to try it.

I don't mention my thoughts on the subject to John as we've already been through it, however, we have come up with another idea.

Agreeing with my husband we kiss again and then John watches while I put my floral summer dress on over the top, instantly making me almost respectable... save for the show of cleavage of course.

"Yeah that's perfect." John comments with an approving tone, "Shows your curves off nicely and provides a good view of what's on offer." He concludes, eyes settling on the ample cleavage I'm displaying.

We share one last kiss and then John leaves me alone in the van, I close the door after waving goodbye and watch through the kitchen window as he drives off down one of the narrow roads that criss-cross the park, and then, as the car nears a bend about a hundred or so yards away, the break lights come on and john pulls into a small parking area near to where some of the park bins are kept... manoeuvring so that he's facing me.

Waving my hand at the window, I cannot see John because of the distance and light shining on the windscreen but I know he can see me because we practiced this yesterday.

If my hubby can't be present he can at least have a look at Bob arriving, see who's been fucking his wife, and it goes further.

Most of the curtains in the van I've left closed, with the exception of the lounge window which overlooks the sea and the kitchen window. John has his binoculars, and during our practice run yesterday he could clearly see into the kitchen, and so this is where I plan to greet Bob... in full view of John who'll be watching us.

And finally, I've given my hubby instructions to wait about half an hour and then leave the car and have a walk down to our van, making sure to stroll slowly past the back where the bedroom is... with a bit of luck he'll be able to hear us.

And so, with everything ready I just have to wait the remaining quarter of an hour for my randy old lover to come knocking.

Retiring to the lounge and sitting down, taking my mind off the nervous excitement briefly with the glorious view of lush grassy fields giving way to dark blue of icy sea. I've been swimming in the north sea many times in the past but not during this holiday, preferring instead the warmth of indoor pool.

Bang.. bang.. bang.. bang.. bang.. bang... the sound startles me setting my heart racing, for a split second I think it's Bob that's arrived early but in my anxious state of mind I've mistaken the sound of the young child in next doors caravan excitedly running up and down, for door knocks.

Chuckling to myself at my own high state of alert, I can't help it, and perhaps wouldn't want to if I could. Nervous excitement comes with the situation, a heady mix, it's familiar presence is like an old friend.

Glancing at the clock it's ten minutes to the hour, Bob was ten minutes late last time so potentially I could be on tenterhooks for the next twenty.

However, this time Bob's eagerness is to make him early, as just a few moments later I jump for real at the sound of knuckle on metal door.

Opening to see him grinning furtively, his expression seeming to define dirty old man like nothing else. We exchange greetings and I invite him in, taking a few seconds longer to close the door while I gaze toward the black car parked near the bins...

Once closed and locked Bob tears his greedy gaze away from my cleavage and quickly looks around us, checking the place out.

"Are yer sure we're alone?" He asks with suspicious undertones. Nodding, I reply that we are and that John left a half hour earlier. Bob glances at me before gazing off to the corridor that leads to the bedroom, from the look I get I don't think he believes me.

"Do yer mind if I look?" He says, motioning toward the rear of the van as he's already moving.

"No... not at all."

I watch as he wanders off down the corridor, opening doors and checking all the bedrooms, it appears my suspicions while in the shower yesterday have been confirmed. Bob emerges a moment later seemingly satisfied... and suddenly his focus shifts from checking our van... back to me.

Looking me up and down while a lascivious grin spreads across his face, Bob licks his lips before making a wolf whistle then comments, "Oh Pippa you are a naughty girl aren't yer?... getting all dressed up to please old Bob... ere... lift yer frock up lets ave a look... right up that's it."

Doing as I'm told I watch as Bob's eyes widen a little at what I'm showing him, he nods approvingly and mutters something inaudible under his breath, then says, "Oh yer know what I like alright... do yer dress up like this for your old man?"

Shaking my head I confirm what he wants to hear with a quiet, "No... just for you."

Bob gives out a little chuckle before continuing, "Yeh that's right... just for me... now... come ere and give us a kiss."

Letting go the hem of my dress and taking a step toward Bob, being mindful to keep within view of the window I wrap my arms around him and kiss deeply, allowing my tongue to express just how mischievous I'm feeling knowing that John is secretly watching us.

As eager as he is I manage to surprise Bob with the intensity of the kiss, leaving him momentarily stunned, however, he soon catches up.

Kissing passionately back I'm pushed backwards into the kitchen counter where Bob's hands slide up the back of my dress and eager fingers grope my bum.

Breath comes quickly through our noses as the passion intensifies, I'm so much more aroused with John finally able to see, unbeknown to Bob.

Breaking away and showing me that trademark smug grin he says, a little out of breath, "Oh you ave missed me haven't yer... go on then." As he's speaking he's pulling his shorts down. "On yer knees... and show old Bob how much yer missed him."

Doing as I'm told I get down in front of him and eagerly tuck in, earning an approving groan from above accompanied by a stroking hand on my head, "Yeh that a girl... mmmm... oh yeah... been dreamin about this all fuckin night again... go on lass... suck that dick."

He's swelling quickly to my affections and although I know John can't actually see me he will be able to see Bob and be aware of what I'm doing to him, the knowledge of which spurs me on and I go to town on the old boy causing a sharp intake of breath and another groan followed by an ironic comment, "Oooh yer little minx... if only your old man could see yer now."

Chuckling to himself Bob then continues, "While the cats away eh?... mmmm... oh yeah... gettin me ard now... you ave missed old Bob haven't yer?" Nodding, Bob spends the next few moments telling me how pleased he is with the way I've dressed up for him, pouring praise, especially about the polka dot stockings.

I'm then told to stop what I'm doing as he's ready to fuck me, and that I am to keep my clothes on as sometimes he likes it that way. I stand up and watch as he removes his trainers, shorts and t-shirt, then takes me by the hand and leads me nude to the bedroom... but not before I manage to aim a meaningful glance out the kitchen window... a little tease for John watching from a distance.

Leading me quickly to the bedroom I close the door and am instructed to 'get my tits out' but leave everything else as it is, I'm then told to get down onto the bed and lay on my back. Laying with my legs spread and dress pulled up, Bob quickly gets into position on top and guides himself in past my skimpy panties.

Gasping at the sensation of being abruptly entered, I'm then treated to the same experience I enjoyed the previous morning, Bob fucking me hard and fast, giving me the same impression as before, that I'm part of his workout routine... but who am I to complain.

He sucks on my nips while pounding into me, flooding my mind with exquisite sensations. Through the haze of pleasure I think about John, he will have seen me being led towards the bedroom and may be walking closely past the van at any moment.

And it's this thought, coupled with the abruptness with which I now find myself being used by this dirty old man, that begins pushing me towards a climax, Bob responding to my moaning by sucking harder... thrusting harder.

Within just a few moments he has me panting and cursing quietly under my breath, something which only encourages him more. Sensing I'm about to come, he leaves my boobs alone and stares down into my eyes with a determined expression, "Go on lass... that's it... cum on old Bob's cock."

His words are spat out between quick breaths just before it rips through me, Bob maintaining eye contact and coming to a stop as I squeeze him tightly between my legs, "Oh fuck yes!" I squeal with delight... feeling myself shaking... sinking my nails into his back.

"Yeh that's it lass... mark me." Bob says enthusiastically, watching me closely with a smug expression.

Before I have time to recover he begins thrusting again, building up a fast rhythm, and as the haze begins to clear I suddenly feel Bob climax too.

"Aaaargh... shit!" He exclaims pushing deep and going still... every muscle taut... panting hot breath in my face.

With my face and neck flushed red from the recent climax I hold onto Bob tightly, keeping my legs firmly wrapped around him while he gives me his cum.

There's that special moment once more where I feel those little twitches deep inside... so... so fulfilling.

Once he's finished Bob recovers quickly and becomes quite jovial, commenting on how fast we both came, he confesses that I just felt too good and he couldn't help himself this time, a reference to yesterday's marathon performance.

Getting up off me he pulls out and gazes down between my legs, smirking at the messy state I'm left in.

Afterwards he doesn't take off like before but asks if I can make him a coffee, to which I readily agree. We exit the bedroom and while Bob gets dressed I clean myself up in the bathroom, the panties are soaked and some has slithered down my thigh. Cleaning up as best I can with toilet paper I then make us both a brew, Bob has made himself comfy in the lounge and presently I join him where we fall into an easy conversation, Bob commenting on how quickly I climaxed, attributing it to his own prowess in the bedroom department... of course. I do note that he doesn't draw attention to his own rapid release.

During our chat I touch on the subject of Bob's past partners, something which I have a keen interest in, and it's during this careful digging that he reveals a very telling detail. His last girlfriend was the one that he'd been seeing for almost a year... and she'd been married at the time.

Just twenty nine and mother to a young child, he'd met her quite by chance on a driver training course imposed upon him by the courts for a speeding offence, they'd hit it off during idle banter, the young lady being very impressed with Bob's boxing past, and as it turned out... quite partial to older gentlemen.

He describes to me the thrill that both of them derived purely from the fact she was cheating on her hubby... bingo... exactly as we predicted.

Although trying to draw him on more details of this illicit relationship, Bob clamps up and I can't get anymore out of him, I sensed that he was embarrassed about how the affair had ended, perhaps hubby had found out and given this boxing legend a good hiding.

We continued to chat for another half hour or so, mostly about Bob, once more I find myself drawn to the way he tells a story, this time one of his past boxing conquests, the man's voice and quirky way of putting things proving rather endearing.

Time however is not on our side, with my hubby's planned return in less than an hour I note that Bob keeps checking his watch, and sure enough, after another ten minutes of chatting he stands up and announces he'll have to be going.

We share another passionate embrace before making arrangements for Bob to visit me again tomorrow morning here in the caravan. Going through to the kitchen I make sure to give Bob a farewell kiss to remember, glancing as I do so, out the window to note our car is gone...

After we've said our goodbyes I watch Bob leave and give him a few minutes before phoning John, there's no answer at first but on the second try he picks up and tells me he's on his way back to the van now and won't be long, will explain soon.

Curious, we end the call and all I can do is await my hubby's return. This turns out to be a short wait as I've only just sat down in the lounge with another coffee when I hear our car pull up outside the van. Expecting to be pounced on by an eager John, I'm instead to get a surprise...

As it turns out he's already climaxed by his own hand, the recent experience proving too much. After making him a coffee we retire to the lounge and John explains.

He'd been parked up watching the caravan, anticipation eating into him. There were a few people about, mostly dog walkers, one used the bins to drop a doggy poop bag in, but it was fairly quiet, quiet enough to give him confidence to use the binos when the time came, after all, anybody seeing what he was doing would find it odd, a man parked in a car peering into someone's van with binoculars.

Anyway, John was just as surprised as me when Bob arrived early, "I was cleaning the bino lenses when I happened to look up and there's this pint-sized guy in shorts and t-shirt walking up to our van... he goes up the steps and knocks on the door."

Grinning at John's description, I listen while he relates how he quickly pulled the binos up to his eyes and watched, his heart thumping, as I opened the door and welcomed Bob inside.

"Oh fuck me!" John exclaims grinning, "When you looked right at me?... just before you closed the van door?.. I could just make out the look on your face."

Grinning too, I tell him I did it as a tease. "Oh I know you did... and it worked I can tell you."

John describes getting a hard on while he continued to watch, focusing attention on the kitchen window, where at first I was just visible, but after a moment Bob appeared and he watched us embrace.

Next he recounts how he saw me going down out of view, "You were facing Bob at the time and I knew what you were doing... I could see him looking down and talking to you... what did he say?"

After telling my hubby what the old codger was saying while I sucked on his cock, John continues, "Well... by now I'm hard as rock... I kept watching while you stood up again and then gave me that little look before you disappeared... heading for the bedroom."

He describes being beside himself with excitement, but having to concentrate on something boring to get rid of his erection, "Couldn't go walking down to our van with a trouser bulge now could I?"

Waiting while it went down and then walking over to the van, as he was slowly going past he actually heard something, a man's muffled voice, excitement evident in the tone, and the unmistakable sound of me moaning.

"I was surprised... you know... how quickly you two were going at it."

I explained that Bob seems to like a bit of cfnm and got carried away. John continued, telling me he turned around and walked slowly back past our van to the car, hearing the same thing on the second pass.

By the time he'd got back in the car he was firming up once more and had a desperate urge for relief! Deciding to sort things out John drove to a wooded area a couple of miles away and followed a narrow lonely lane where he pulled over and once sure he was alone, took care of the pressing matter... in hand.

After telling me his side of the experience it was time for mine, but first I show John what Bob has done to me, knowing it will get him back in the mood after his recent climax.

Pulling my dress up, laying back on the lounge seating and opening my legs he has a good look at my wet panties, showing great interest and even taking a few photos with his mobile, he then directs me to remove the garment while he videos the act.

As I'm doing this I'm describing to John what pushed me over the edge while Bob was fucking me, he's excited to hear that the likelihood of his presence so close outside the caravan was pivotal in encouraging my climax.

After I've removed the soaked panties and John has taken several more photos of my sticky fanny, we retire to the bedroom, where, shall we say, I help John find another one within him, much to our mutual satisfaction.

**

The following day we went over the same routine, John leaving me alone for a couple of hours while he supposedly went into town, Bob coming to visit me in his absence and... taking care of my supposed needs.

I played my part of neglected bored wife, and Bob excelled in his role of sneaky old stud. This time, possibly due to the fact that our holiday was almost over, and the last time we'd be able to use the van, Bob treated me to another lengthy session.

The old codger had his bad points but oh my, he knew how to fuck, bringing me to two glorious, leg trembling climaxes over the course of almost an hour. Unfortunately, this time John would be denied his sloppy seconds as Bob wanted to finish with a titty fuck, and subsequently I received a sticky gift of pearl necklace amid fervent cursing from my elder lover.

Afterwards, during a short chat with Bob I managed to get a little more information out of him regarding his past love life. He admitted to a string of affairs while married to his long time wife, describing himself as being, 'a bit of a bugger for the women' and explaining that the addiction was his one weakness.

Unfortunately he wouldn't be drawn further on any more details, changing the subject to arrange our meeting for the next and final time tomorrow. As it was going to be leaving day and we had to be out of the van before ten it was decided to meet up at the little clifftop cafe nice and early, take our chances with joe public.

After he'd gone, John, on this occasion able to abstain from pleasuring himself, came back with news that we were louder this time and could be clearly heard as he walked past the van, something which I did later feel guilty about with regards to the young family next door, however at the time I was being made aware of this indiscretion I was taking care of my hubby's throbbing erection... with my conscience elsewhere.

**

Meeting Bob for the last time at the clifftop cafe turned out to be perfect, so perfect in fact that we were able to do it missionary in the dew soaked grass as the sun rose that early morning, and not only that but my hubby witnessed the whole thing through his trusty binos from a concealed position in the distance.

Expecting it to be busy on the clifftops with folk having to be up earlier due to leaving day, it was a pleasant surprise that awaited us, not a soul in sight.

After our sordid quickie behind the cafe, myself dressed in short skirt bare legged and no panties, blouse and coat on top, we sat down side by side on the bench where Bob had first introduced himself six days previously, It seemed like only yesterday, but isn't that always the same with holidays?... they go too quickly.

I recall as we chatted that the place seemed to come alive after our frolic in the grass, as if courteously waiting while we'd finished, a couple of joggers here... dog walkers there... the usual.

But we had had our fun and that's what mattered, especially seen as this was our last time during this holiday, and indeed, unbeknown to either of us, the last we would see each other.

Chatting away with Bob as the sun kissed the sea goodbye and rose slowly into a clear blue sky, despite our recent excitement the conversation has an almost sombre tone to it, reflecting not just the end of our fun but also the end of our holiday.

We make arrangements to keep in touch with a view to continuing our 'secret' affair, Bob keeping up the pretence, preferring the fantasy, myself, happy to play along. Before parting we share a passionate embrace, little realising it will be our last. Leaving first after saying our goodbyes, I glance back over my shoulder and have one final view of Bob sat on the bench looking out to sea.

Walking back to the van I meet up with John on the way who excitedly relates the experience from his perspective, watching us through the binoculars using a hedge as cover. Talking in hushed voices we proceed with haste back to the caravan, my hubby's need embarrassingly obvious from the trouser bulge he's sporting, John doing his best to hide it by taking his jacket off and carrying it in front of himself.

Suffice to say we cover the distance back to the van quickly and once behind closed doors, fulfill our needs.

**

Later, while packing, the sombre mood briefly returns, this time affecting John too. It had been a wonderful holiday full of good memories, not just our experience with Bob but everything, and now it was at an end.

Trying to ignore the blues we said goodbye to our van and vowed to come back to the park next year, heading off first into town for a late breakfast at spoons then spending an afternoon on the beach before setting off for the long journey home.

The end.

Epilogue.

During the coming days and weeks after the holiday Bob did keep in touch mostly by text and email, there were a few phone conversations, one of which I talked dirty to him while he played with himself.

At first the communication between us was upbeat, with Bob suggesting arrangements for meeting again later in the month. Hull is not too far from us so it wasn't going to be difficult to meet up, however, as we progressed into october I got the impression from Bob's emails that something had happened at his end, something which affected his enthusiasm for seeing me.

He wrote to me less and less, and whenever I mentioned meeting up it was ignored. I suspected that Bob had either found someone new or an old flame had come back into his life, perhaps the young married lady whom he'd dated for a year.

Either way it didn't really mean that much to us, Bob had been good fun on holiday while it lasted but we still had good old Eric up in his forest campsite most weekends, and not forgetting his giant friend Josh of course.

Then came the awful events of early 2020 and the writing stopped altogether, I did try and get in touch by phone but found that Bob's mobile seemed to be permanently switched off. We hoped that nothing had happened to him but unfortunately that's all we could do.

As with Eric and Josh, Bob seemed to just shuffle off into memory... and life went on.

We did manage to go back to the holiday park in September of that year and I walked down to the little clifftop cafe and sat on the bench every morning, however, for the week that we stayed there was no sign of Bob, hopefully he and his family were ok and probably just booked their holiday at a different time.

With some guys I develop a special bond, there becomes a strong emotional attachment as feelings develop, Dave would be a good example of this.

But for others it's mostly about the sex, Mike the gamekeeper for instance, and Bob too is one such fellow. Yes it was fun but at the end of the day that's all it was... two ships that pass in the night.