This is part 3 of series that may perhaps be better enjoyed from the start.
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Dinner was in full swing by the time Sarah threw on her beach cover and made her way back up to camp. Ted and Astrid had cooked up a big pot of spaghetti and the children were tackling it with gusto. Ted poured her a big glass of wine as she took her place beside him, still damp from her swim.
Sarah took a big gulp of wine - using it an opportunity to buy herself some time to compose herself. Everyone was behaving normally - she doubted Astrid had seen anything or that Bill had said anything to Ted. And why would he, she thought. Nothing had happened. Nothing but a few dirty (but totally forgivable thoughts) and a little naughty me-time at the beach. Everyone has their own private fantasies, she reckoned. Why shouldn't she?
The adults chatted amiably over dinner as the children squabbled and ate. Even though it was the first time they'd camped together, it wasn't the first night and everyone had almost settled into a friendly, comfortable groove. Bill and Ted worked together, but the families hadn't socialized together all that much. As the wine flowed and the conversation mellowed, Sarah wondered why they hadn't seen more of Bill and Astrid before this week. She risked occasional glances over at Bill but he avoided her gaze throughout the meal, even though he remained his charming, easygoing self.
Soon, Sarah was on her fourth glass of wine and Ted was playfully pretending to snap a dishtowel at her. "Earth to Sarah! Astrid and I cooked so it's only fair you do the dishes," he teased. "You've been laying around on the beach all afternoon getting absolutely nothing done. Bill's gone off to get more wood for the fire, so it's all on you."
It was dark as Sarah headed off to the washing up block - they'd eaten late and dawdled over the last glass of wine - and the facility was deserted, save for the sound of a lone camper taking a shower in one of the stalls. The washing up area was pretty basic - all it had was one sink tucked away at the end, dimly lit with a lone incandescent bulb.
A little tipsy from the wine, Sarah set about her task. It was hard to see what she was doing but she figured that with enough hot water and soap everything would come clean. After today, she felt dirty enough as it is - maybe she'd take a shower too after all this.
She could still feel a tingle between her legs, and her mind soon wandered back to the events of the afternoon. She was so horny from thinking about Bill all evening - even though she had come twice today. Trying to pretend everything was normal had been difficult, her mind kept flipping to how slick she had been on the beach and how erotic it had felt, touching herself in the ocean within sight of all the beach goers, trying to not give away the fact that she had her fingers crammed in her pussy.
She was still swamped down there, she realized. Her bikini bottoms stuck to her crotch uncomfortably. All her mind could think about was how much she needed a cock. Preferably Bill's big boner, buried up to its hilt in her. Coming just didn't feel right without a cock, she thought. Orgasms with her fingers felt like tasty little snacks - delightful in their own way, but not filling. She needed a long, thick cock, and she needed it soon.
Suddenly, she felt a warm presence behind her. It was Bill, fresh from the shower. She could smell the fresh scent of his shampoo, and a muskier, sensual note beneath - or was that just the aroma of her desire? She caught her breath - all he had on was a towel around his waist, giving her a good view of his tanned broad chest, his light scattering of chest hair that led in a golden brown trail down to his trim stomach, before becoming darker and curlier as it disappeared under the towel. And then there was an unmistakable bulge. Her groin lurched in response.
Her train of thought was interrupted by a warm hand on her ass. Bill had stepped behind her and was gently caressing her. He leaned forward and whispered, "I've been wanting to do this all evening. I bet you want me to do it too."
Even though his touch sent shivers down her spine, Sarah pulled away. "They'll see us," she hissed.
"It's dark now. There's hardly anyone here. I was the only one in the showers. The campsite is minutes away and Ted and Astrid have their hands full. No one needs to know." Bill stepped closer and lifted her beach cover up and slipped a hand into her bikini bottoms. His palms were rough, but pleasurably so, and Sarah sighed in response.
"Just keep washing those dishes," he whispered. "Someone's gotta get the work done."
and still feeling a little awkward, Sarah busied herself washing up.
Bill fondled her ass briefly then slid both palms around until he was cupping her breasts. Sarah noticed his hands were large and hairy, and his fingers were big and thick. In a quick movement he loosened the ties of her bikini top so he could slide his rough palms under the fabric, grazing her sensitive nipples.
