My wife Alice and I love camping and endeavour to go out at least once every two months. Our favourite camping spot is a nature reserve about four hours from our home, which is located on one of the most beautiful and unspoilt beaches in the country.
The campsite is an exceptionally well-run place, with direct access into the beach with its white sands and azure waters. It feels like you're on a deserted island.
We've spent many days walking stark naked on that beach, but that's another story.
As with most campsites, this one has communal bathrooms, with four sites sharing one facility. Unlike other campsites, there aren't separate facilities for males and females - everyone uses the same bathrooms.
The bathrooms are rustic wooden structures on concrete floors. To enhance the outdoor experience, the showers are only partially covered, with the sun and sky overhead while you shower.
But let's get to the story on hand.
On one particular stay, only three of the four sites were occupied; one by us, one by a thirty-something couple and the third by a family of four: a middle-aged couple with two kids, a girl of around nineteen and a boy in his mid twenties.
It was a real treat for me. The women in both camps were a site to behold, particularly as they remained in their swimsuits most of the time.
The thirty-something was a pretty thing, slender with small, pert breasts. She had ginger hair and light skin - probably doesn't spend much time outdoors.
The mother and daughter, on the other hand, were extremely well-endowed, with well-toned bodies and golden brown skin. And firm, round butts you just wanted to fondle and lick all over.
Unlike the thirty-something, it was clear they spent a lot of time outdoors. They were both brunettes, and looked very similar to each other.
In short, they were both distractingly beautiful.
One particular morning, Alice and I were showering together, and that naturally led to passionate sex. In the course of that session, in a fit of passion, I lifted her up and bumped her against the adjoining wooden partition with my cock deep inside her.
The partition shook, and a small piece of the wooden cladding fell off, exposing a small gap into the next stall. Fortunately, there was no one in the other stall, so I quickly picked up the piece and wedged it back into place.
While repairing the partition I noticed that the gap the fallen off piece had made, was about four inches wide by six inches high, and was waist-high. Immediately, I thought "glory hole!"
Being the horny bastard I am, I made a mental note to use it soon. I did not point out my thoughts to Alice.
The next morning, I suggested to Alice that we should use two separate, adjoining shower stalls, instead of showering together. I'd use the one with the loose panel and she, the next one.
She was a bit puzzled, but just went with it, knowing I was up to something.
That "something" was to surprise her by removing the panel and sticking my cock through the hole into her shower stall, and hopefully get some glory hole action.
I walked into the shower and stripped off, and a couple of minutes later heard her enter and turn on the water.
I was so excited and pleased with myself at this idea that I couldn't wait. My cock was swollen, but not yet fully erect. And the precum was just oozing out.
I couldn't wait any longer. After a short while I quietly removed the loose panel and stuck my cock into the gap. I could imagine the view from the other side: my big swollen cock and balls peeping through the gap like a real glory hole.
I waited.
For a few minutes nothing happened, and all I heard were the sounds of someone showering. I knew it was impossible that she didn't see my cock, and so I concluded she was just playing coy.
I waited.
Eventually, I felt a light touch on my fat, hanging member. A single finger ran tentatively downward from my pubic hair to my tip, and then underneath my penis, gently lifting it up as if studying it.
"Ah, so she was playing it as if I was a total stranger," I thougt. I liked where this was going.
I then felt the finger releasing my cock, and her hand gently taking my balls in her grip, and gently squeezing them. This felt amazing, but at the same time strangely foreign - as if it were not Alice's familiar touch, but someone else's. I ignored the thought.
The hand slid up from my balls to my shaft, slowly stroking it up and down until I was rock hard. This was turning out to be just as i has envisioned.
And then I felt it. My cock was pulled forward, and a soft, cool, moist, slightly rough object rubbed against the very tip. It was her tongue, which she used to lick up my precim. My heart rate went through the roof.
