An Alpine Holiday Never to Forget

An alpine holiday never to forget.

Chapter One.

You know the feeling when life just isn't going your way, and things pile up one on top of the other until they get you down. Well, my year was going that way, and I thought I needed a break from work and the mundane, boring things in life. So, one night, while watching the same old rubbish on TV and eating a boring meal, I decided to take some "me-time".

I have owned campers for most of my adult life, and my current model had just been sitting in my driveway doing nothing, so I decided to drive across France to Switzerland for a couple of weeks or even more. But me being me, I don't mess about planning what to do and where to go; I just go for it. That night, I booked a train ticket under the Channel for just me and the camper to France. I made lists of what I needed to take, as I was going in three days' time.

About me. My name is Rick. At seventy-two, I had taken early retirement ten years ago, but I still did some part-time work to top up my pension. This meant I could come and go as I pleased, whenever I pleased. I had been separated for a while from a troubled marriage, so I didn't have anyone else to consider when deciding where this holiday would take me. My son still lived in my house with me, so the cat, Sid, would be looked after while I was away. Sid hated being booked into any cattery, and I couldn't blame him. I thought some time to myself, doing what I wanted, would recharge my batteries and reset my mind.

On to Friday morning, and it was crap driving down the M20 in Kent in heavy rain with a loaded camper, and spray from the wet roads so thick it was hard to see other vehicles twenty feet ahead. So, it was headlights on, driving at a snail's pace all the way to the Eurotunnel terminal.

You have got to love the cross-channel trip. Once you get past the grumpy French passport control and onto the train, you're in Europe in thirty-five minutes. Just time to make a bit of lunch, have a walk about in the carriage, avoid the onboard loos, and boom, the train shoots out of the dark tunnel into the light and France. Then it's music on, sugary sweets and a drink to hand, and remember to drive on the right. A piece of cake.

That night, after four hours' driving, I parked at a truck stop on a Belgian motorway, and it was decision time. Where in Switzerland should I head? I thought, I've been to many places, but never Zermatt. So, Zermatt it would be. The town lies at the end of a valley, below the famous Matterhorn mountain, and is vehicle-free. The closest you can drive is Tach, where you have to catch a train to Zermatt Central, and luckily, it has a campsite.

By the late afternoon of the next day, I was pulling into the campsite. It was a bit rustic compared with other Swiss sites, but the showers were hot, and it was clean. After paying for three nights, I parked up, connected the camper to the power, and settled in for the evening. I sat outside with a beer and a great view up the valley to the snow-covered mountains at the end. I was in heaven.

I was on my second beer and feeling at peace with the world and happy with life when another camper pulled in beside me, too close and blocking my mountain view. I was not happy, but as my blood pressure began to rise, something changed that would alter my life, and my holiday, well, for the next two days anyway.

She was a vision of sexiness, walking around the back of her van, as she said, "Pardon me, am I too close to you? Would you like me to move away to another place?" in a sexy French accent. This caught me off guard. I spluttered, "No, you're fine where you are. Do you need any help setting up?"

She declined my offer and disappeared into her camper. Try as I might not to look pervy, I couldn't tell whether she was alone or not. Looking under her van, I could only see one pair of feet and one camp chair, and I told myself to "Man up and go find out". Armed with a couple of beers and breathing in to lessen my beer belly, I walked around her camper and offered her a nice cold one.

"Thanks a lot. Sit down for a while if you're not busy," she said. She was a very attractive woman named Sophia, about 30, and 32 years my junior, tall, with muscles and in all the right places and curves in places I didn't even have. Nice breasts, big but not too small, and a very slapable arse, the vision of which will haunt my memory for the rest of my life. She was gorgeous, looked very fit, with a smile that could stop a war.

We talked. I got another couple of beers. We talked some more. She opened a bottle of Merlot and brought out two wine glasses. When that bottle was gone, another appeared, and we started slurring our words, as our heads got a bit swimmy. There was also a lot of arm-and-leg touching and laughter, but it was dark now.

Summing up all my courage, I asked Sophia, "I haven't eaten yet, and it's a bit late to start cooking. Would you like to come to my camper for some bread and cheese, continue chatting, and perhaps have more wine?"

"That would be very nice," she said. "You Englishmen are so polite and thoughtful, but I must have a shower first, as I have had a long day driving." We arranged to meet in my van in thirty minutes, which gave me time to clean up quickly, just in case I got lucky.

Thirty minutes later, she stood there. Hair still a bit wet, no make-up, wearing just a long, loose T-shirt and flip-flops, and so sexy that I felt a stirring within my shorts. The meal was simple, but just right for our blossoming friendship, which seemed to be growing stronger and stronger in the back of my camper in Switzerland. The wine kept flowing, with a sexual tension building, as the chat turned a bit naughty and personal, and our hands touched while we laughed and joked.

With the meal finished and the washing up done, I sat at the end of my van's settee with Sophia beside me, very close. "I can't remember having so much fun for a long while," she said. "But I am so tired and don't want this to stop," she added, her head now resting on my shoulder.

I moved slightly, bringing my arm around her back and resting it on her side just under her arm as she snuggled closer into me. "This is nice," she added.

We sat in silence for what felt like an hour, though, in truth, it was only about five minutes, until she looked up at me with half-open eyes and we moved our lips together for our first kiss. She giggled and said, "I feel very naughty, as you are a lot older than me, and I have only known you for an afternoon." Then, after a pause, she added, "But I like it, a lot." Then we kissed longer and harder, our tongues exploring each other's mouths with building passion and want. As we kissed, my hand rubbed up and down Sophie's back. It was then I realised she was braless and knickerless; in fact, she was completely naked under the T-shirt.

As we kissed and cuddled, I gently pulled at the bottom of her T-shirt, making it ride up her back and expose her wonderful bum cheeks, which I had just had to squeeze for a while. She moved slightly, allowing her shirt to ride up even more. I pulled it off over her head as her hand rested on my chest, just above my now fully hard cock. Not bad for an old man, I thought.

Her hand struggled to find the top of my shorts, so I helped by lifting up the waistband. She slid her hand inside, gripping me hard and moving my cock up and down slowly.

"How come I am naked, and you're not?" she asked with a cheeky smile. "Let's get these off now," she added.

As soon as my cock was out, she went down on it, shucking me into her throat, making her choke.

I suggested it was time to make the bed up, but Sophie said, "My camper is still open. I had better go and lock it". I passed her t-shirt, but she said, "I am not bothering to put that on. It's almost 1.00 am and no one will be about". She then threw the van door open, exposing both of our nakedness to the outside world. Hopping out, she casually walked around the front of her camper, arse wiggling in the moonlight, locking her camper doors on the way.

As she came back, I heard a voice mumble something, to which Sophie said, "Hi to you too. It's a nice night to be outside, and I hope you like the view." She then jumped into my van and onto my bed, laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Lying side by side, my hands roamed over her very sexy body. Her nipples were already hard but became even harder as I sucked on them one at a time, while my other hand travelled down over her flat tummy to the wetness of her pussy. After dipping a finger inside her, I pulled it out and sucked the wetness into my mouth, tasting the wonderful flavour of this sexy woman.

While I did this, I felt her hands push my head down, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted. But I had other ideas, so I pulled her on top of me, spun her round, and brought her wetness onto my face. She sat back, forcing her very wet pussy down on me. My goatee beard was rubbing against her clit, driving her crazy, as my tongue disappeared deep into her pussy, driving her crazy with lust.

My nose was between her arse cheeks, against her bum hole, as she asked, "Do you like to lick and tongue bum?" I mumbled yes from beneath her, and she shifted so I could fulfil her wish. I licked and tongued that darkest of places until she came so hard she squirted and soaked my face, neck and sheets with that tasty fluid. It was great.

She lay basking in the afterglow of a good orgasm until I crawled up between her legs, my hard cock nudging against her wet pussy lips as I got comfortable. I gently pushed forward, allowing my cock to gain entry and slide a bit further inside her wet, sexy hole. She groaned and wrapped her legs around me, holding me tight and encouraging me to go further inside.

I gradually increased my tempo, building speed and depth, and you could hear the wetness, like someone running in flip-flops.

I was getting to the gravy strokes and building up to explode when I stopped and asked, "Is it OK to cum inside you?" to which she replied, "Yes, just do it now. I am on the edge. Just fuck me hard and now. Fuck me"

We both came together as I shot my load deep inside her, as we puffed and panted through the exertion.

We must have dozed off for a while, as when I woke up, I was spooning her, my cock, covered in cum, resting between her sexy arse cheeks. As I ran my dick up and down over her bum hole, I felt her push her body back against me and wriggle it. I pushed a bit harder, making my cock grow. She wriggled her arse some more.

That was it. I couldn't stand it anymore. I pulled her up onto all fours and shoved my cock deep inside her. No gentleness, no subtlety, just a good hard fuck. We didn't last long. I was amazed I could cum twice so close together at my age. Good lad.

We covered up and went to sleep, lying in the wet patches of good sex.

I woke up alone in bed, feeling sad. I quickly looked out of the window and saw, thankfully, that her camper was still there. As I lay down to collect my thoughts from the night before, I heard a knock at the door.

I opened it and saw her, with fresh coffee and croissants. Sexily, she had just walked down to the site shop to get breakfast, dressed only in her big T-shirt and flip-flops, with nipples standing out like doorknobs.

Champer Two.

Holidaymakers in Switzerland tend to be young hikers who get up early to head into the mountains for long walks. Sophie decided I should join her on her planned hike, and I'm guessing she didn't take my age into account. But being a dirty old man who likes younger ladies, how could I say no?

We sat outside facing each other for breakfast, sipping our coffee and eating fresh croissants. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, flashing me her shaved, sexy pussy and giving the chap camped behind a great view. Good job, his wife didn't see.

An hour later, we had rucksacks packed with water, lunch, and a chilled bottle of rosé wine; we were dressed in suitable clothes, as it can get cold on the mountaintops, and wearing walking boots. Off we went to the train station. Twenty-five minutes later, we were in Zermatt with the Matterhorn in sight, well, some of it, as most of it was behind the clouds.

Sophie had decided that we should take the rack railway to the top of Gornergrat and walk back to Zermatt. "It's an easy walk", she said, but I could see myself dying on the trip down. What a way to go.

The train ride up was fantastic, with great views around every corner, but all paled in comparison to the beauty of Sophie, in her yoga pants and walking boots. I just wanted to get my hands on her body and my lips on hers for a deep, sexy kiss, or ten.

"Let's get a coffee, take a look around for a while, then start the walk back," she said. "We can take it easy, old boy. I will look after you," she added with a big grin. You could have brought a car for the price of two Swiss coffees, but they were nice, and we were served with a smile, which was unusual.

The walk down started well, but soon my knees began to hurt. I soldiered on, not moaning, but the hike was taking its toll. A bit of relief came as we reached the woods and its cool interior.

By lunchtime, we were over halfway and starting to get hungry. "I think I can hear the noise of a mountain stream over there. Let's see if we can find it for a place to have lunch." Sophie said. Less than ten minutes later, we had found the stream.

The day's heat had left us sweating. "Let's cool off in the stream first," Sophie said as she stripped off. I said, "I don't have a costume." "Neither do I," Sophie replied, but that will not stop me." As she stepped, naked, into the water, she gasped loudly as the cold reached her tender parts.

Not to be outdone, I stripped off too and jumped in. Damn, it was cold, and my cock disappeared in shock. She splashed me; I splashed her, and within minutes, we were shouting and giggling like a couple of kids. We were having so much fun that we didn't notice the group of walkers who had come to investigate the noise. We both stood there in shock when Sophie slowly lowered herself under the water to hide her magnificent breasts from the onlookers. I stood there, stunned by what was happening, until I noticed that my cock was no longer shrivelled with cold and was on full view.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the group turned and left, with disapproving looks from the women, but several of the men smiled back at Sophie, who then stood up, giving them another look at her tits as she bounced them up and down.

Climbing out, we lay naked on the grass, letting the sun's warmth dry us off. In an attempt to bring my semi-hard cock to full attention Sophie leaned over me and took it into her mouth. I watched, both aroused and fascinated, as she started to suck me off. Her mouth was warm, and it wasn't long before she had her wish, and my cock was fully hard.

Crouched on all fours over me with her arse in the air, my hands slowly stroked her body. As she worked her magic on my cock, I traced a finger down her back and between her legs. She quivered at my touch, and my already hard cock hardened even more as I slid a single finger into her wet pussy, making her shudder. Her excitement was evident in the tiny noises she made as her head moved faster on my cock. Finding her clit I gently circled it with my finger before sliding another into her arse. The tension between us was almost tangible as our movements got quicker, and quicker.

A movement caught in the corner of my eye, and I glanced over to find a group of young men watching us from the opposite side of the stream. Quietly, they sat down to enjoy the show as Sophie climbed on my cock and slid down its full length. Her moans of pleasure were drowned out by the watchers cheering her on. Turning her over onto all fours, I pulled her back and onto my cock firmly as I smiled at our audience. The air between us was thick with desire and hunger, and we surrendered to a dark, consuming rhythm that left us both breathless.

The young men were making their way through the stream to us. All of them had their hard cocks in their hands and were slowly stroking them. The sight of Sophie and me fucking in front of them was too much for me, and I shot cum deep inside her. Sophie fell exhausted onto the grass in front of us. Rolling onto her back, her body splayed out, as the young men gathered around her. My soft cock twitched as I watched these young men wank over her naked body. She looked so sexy and free as each of these young men shot their cum all over her. The sexy smile on her face told me she was enjoying the cum raining down on her, with some even going into her mouth. I watched as she licked it from her lips, and I groaned at the thought of kissing them.

In silence, the men put their flaccid cocks away and left us to our fun.

"Look at the state of you, you cum slut," I said with a big smile on my face. At that point, Sophie jumped on me and wrestled me to the ground and into submission as our cum covered bodies slipped against each other, making a right mess.

We then went back into the stream to clean off, planning to continue our walk back to town. We only made it to the next station where we grabbed a train for the rest of the way, too knackered to walk any more.

Chapter Three.

The train ride back down the mountain to the campsite at Tach was quiet. We flopped into a couple of the camp chairs, hot and sweaty, and out of breath after the exhausting day of walking and sex. Sophie grabbed a couple of cold beers and said, "Look. I can only say how sorry I am for the way I acted today. I don't know what came over me. I just seem so horny all the time these days, and it just couldn't stop myself. I feel so embarrassed." I gave what she said some thought for a couple of long seconds as she sat there with a worried look on her face.

"I have never been so turned on by anyone's actions as I have been by you today. I loved it," I said, then added, "If I had known how turned on you were, I would have let those lads take turns fucking you." We both laughed until she said, "Now you tell me".

I could see that lustful look creeping onto her face as I got up and dragged her into my camper.

With the door still partly open, I pulled up her T-shirt and slid my hands up her sweaty chest, coming to rest on her hard, erect nipples. I took each between my thumb and forefinger and twisted them hard, making her jump and squeal. I replaced my fingers with my mouth, sucking one, then the other, holding them between my teeth and biting them gently as I slipped a hand down her shorts and into her panties. Her pussy was drenched and very slippery, which let my fingers slip inside to find her G-spot. With my fingers in place, I used my thumb to apply pressure to her clit and closed my grip, squeezing one against the other, making her shiver and gasp. Desire then took me over as I ripped off her remaining clothes and pressed my face between her hot, sweaty legs. Her wide-open pussy tasted delicious, and I licked it like a drowning man desires water. Nuzzling into her wetness, I found her clit and gently sucked on it. Sophie bucked against my face, and I used my tongue to fuck her. She shuddered on me as she came once more, but I did not stop. With torturous slowness, I sucked on her tender clit until once more she came. The smell of her cum on my face and in my beard was intoxicating, and between my legs, my cock hardened.

She pushed me off her and sat on my chest, facing my feet. I had a great view of the most intimate and sexy parts of her body as she lowered her head. Her mouth engulfed my hard cock, taking it all the way to the back of her throat, almost choking her. She increased the speed of sucking me off. I watched in wonder as her pussy juice flowed out of her, over her clit, dripping off her to make a puddle on my chest.

I needed to fuck her. I pulled her off me and almost threw her on her back. Getting between her legs, I moved up her body until my hard cock slipped into her wet cunt, as she let out that now all too familiar moan. Placing her legs over my shoulders, I slowly pushed my cock deeper and deeper inside her till my balls were hard against her arse, then I held her there, enjoying the feeling of control and dominance. "Fuck me, you bastard," she screamed. "And do it now." I don't know what our neighbour on the next pitch thought, but we didn't care.

The van rocked, pots and pans rattling in the cupboards, as we built up a nice fucking rhythm. With the day's excitement still fresh in our minds, it didn't take long for me to cum, deep inside her body. Exhausted, we both collapsed, worn out and spent.

We dozed off for about 30 minutes. Then, dressed in not much at all, we grabbed another beer and sat outside again, quiet, lost in our own deep thoughts.

As the evening slowly passed, we showered, cooked and ate dinner. We drank a couple of bottles of wine before giving in to tiredness and falling asleep, cuddled close together in my camper again.

I woke up on my own again and thought about coffee and croissants for breakfast, but when I opened the camper blinds, Sophie's camper was gone, leaving me with the mountain view and a note stuck to my window. It read:

Dear Rick,

The time I have spent with you has been wonderful, and it has been years since I have had so much a wonderful time, and it's been fun. But I have lied to you. I am trapped in a loveless marriage in Paris and only just managed to get away for only four days, telling my husband I was visiting my sister.

I didn't leave my phone number as I thought it would be too complicated to meet again, but I did leave you my panties that I wore all day yesterday for you to keep. They should smell of you and me, the walker's cum that splashed over my body, plus some sweet.

I will always remember our short, loving time together.

Love Sophie xxxx

I thought, "bummer".

The next day, in a sad mood, I prepared to leave the campsite and move on. As I drove up to the gate, the site owner stopped me and handed me a hastily written note. It was from Sophie and read: "I have changed my mind. Here is my number. Call me."

Today just got a whole lot better, and I wondered what other trouble I could get into on this trip.