Pippa's Holiday Romance

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.