"My god, they were just right there in the carpark fucking. Going at it hard with not a care in the fucking world." I told Rod as he drove.
"And the girls were watching?"
"Well, more like staring. One was knotted to her and the other was trying to hump her head." I'm laughing but it was horrifying.
"Jesus... I bet you had some explaining to do on the drive home."
I'd taken the girls, Amy ten and Laura eight, to McDonalds on the way to dropping them off at Mum's for the holidays. Right there in the carpark as we dipped our chips in our sundaes, three stray dogs were fucking. And fucking. And fucking. It seemed to go on for ever. Everyone in the outdoor area was laughing and commenting.
Everyone except me, who had to explain to the girls that the dogs were making puppies.
"Damn straight. I had to go through the whole 'where do babies come from' thing."
Rod chuckles as we cross the Tweed and head into New South Wales. There's a little beach just down below Byron Bay that we holiday at as a family every chance we get. This holiday is a bit special though. We've been feeling a little 'apart' for a while. Work and family have had us both feeling a little neglected, so we farmed the kids out for the first week with Mum.
"Jesus. Glad I dodged that one."
"Haha, don't worry, they'll both have questions for you later. Amy was fascinated by the concept of erections." I shake my head at the remembered tragedy that was my first real adult talk with my daughters. "There's no training or online course you can do to help with that kind of discussion. Parenting is a fucking trap."
"I'm so fucking sorry about Monday." He pats my thigh.
"Can't be helped. They're 'GONNA' pay you fucking overtime, right?" He works as a cop and got called back to duty on Monday to appear in court and provide evidence. It happens now and then despite your leave being approved. We'll still have tomorrow and Sunday, then he'll stay at home overnight Monday and come back down Tuesday. No biggy.
A couple of hours later we park the van at the caravan park and get about settling into our first real 'couples' holiday since our honeymoon. And by 'settle into', I mean we fuck until he can't get it up anymore and we're both hungry. He's a very fit bloke and we fit together very well.
We fit together first on the couch beside the table. Then a few minutes later, we fit together on the big old bed like normal people. We even managed to get all our clothes off by then. A final time, we fitted together a little differently, with his fat six ('and a half' he would insist) inch dick inside my bumhole as he pushed me forward over the table where we'd eat dinner in a little while after we'd showered and fucked again and washed the butter smell off me. Seriously, I should have remembered some lube.
The whole time I was thinking about those bloody dogs in the carpark. As people, it struck me, we put so many funny rules on sex. Imagine if a girl could be as sexually free as that bitch in heat. Just like, here it is... Come and get some. Yeah dawg! Right here, right now. While we fucked, I imagined myself bent over with my gear out for the world to see, waiting for whatever horny blokes wanted to use me.
"Are we gonna head up over the headland tomorrow?" Rod asked with a little bit of a naughty smirk. "Or maybe main beach it?"
The burger's we bought from the kiosk are fucking sensational, so I roll my eyes at him and finish my mouthful as dribbles of beetroot juice and sauce slide down my wrist.
When I've swallowed, I tell him, "You're just hoping to get some fucking perving in, you dirty old man."
"You know me too well." He smirks, "Besides, what's wrong with perving on my wifey."
"As if, dickhead. You'll break your neck looking at any chicks that wander past. I've been with you long enough to know you can't help yourself."
He shrugs, "Not like it's terrible for you."
He has a point. At least several 'points'. Over the headland is a little nude beach we discovered years ago. It's impossible to get over there with the girls in tow but I'm a little excited to enjoy some sun the old-fashioned way while they're with Mum. And there will definitely be a lot of pointy things on display. Some of them will inevitably be attached to old fat dudes that try to creep a perve on you, but sometimes there are some very nice points attached to some fit young blokes.
We 'fit together' quite lazily after dinner and a bottle of red. I ride him slowly, working him around all the good bits in me that I like and grinding my clitty hard on him, listening all the time to the ocean crashing a couple of hundred metres away. Hello holidays. Off to a fucking sensational start.
The following morning, I wake early and find the amenities block. When I've returned from a shower and such, the sweet man is cooking bacon and eggs. We eat and afterwards I pack us some sandwiches and a bottle of champagne for a picnic. I put them in our little beach backpack in the cooler compartment, then add two towels, sunscreen and his phone. He's got a new one that flips open.
"Well, shake a leg." I smile at him. I'm wearing my nudie beach dress. It's a yellow cotton sundress that I wear nothing under.
He pulls a pair of shorts on and tosses me my little bum bag. Fanny pack. Whatever you want to call it. I call mine a bum bag and I stock it with girl things; wet wipes, spf 50 lippy, a travel brush, tampons and such. Oh my god... Have you ever been caught short on a nudie beach with an early visit from Aunty Flo? It's a long walk home with a towel wrapped around you, hoping your legs don't look like a murder scene, I can tell you from experience.
There are two ways to the beach. Onto the main beach and up a little goat track that takes you steeply around with glorious views over Granite Bay and the Three Sisters that are the broken headland itself. Then, a scrabble down a rocky track to Kings Beach.
Or, like we do that morning, eager to get our kit off, you can drive up to the lookout and walk down the rainforest track.
The beach is only sparsely peopled. We select a spot a goodly way apart from others and set out our towels. I really need to wee, so I tell Rod I'm going for a swim. There are no toilets on this secluded beach so, number ones go into the ocean and if you get caught short with a number two, there's a little beach shovel in the backpack that you wander into the dunes with. I'm sure you get the picture.
A short while later I'm shivering in the hot sun, dripping my wet hair cheekily on to Rod's back as he lays naked in the sun.
"Hey!" He laughs. "Bit cold is it, love?"
I dried off and he enthusiastically applied some sunscreen to my back. And front. And between my legs.
"Don't want her getting sunburned, do we now." He teased as I groaned on his magic fingers. There was no one close enough to see what he was doing to me. Just as I thought he might be trying to get me off, he pulled his fingers away and smiled at me.
"Probably should stop that before I get too carried away."
We lay in the sun for a long while, breaking the comfortable silence now and then with random thoughts and idle chat. Whenever we got too sticky, we'd take a dip and 'reapply sunscreen'. Basically, it was a teasing game. I'd get him really hard and worked up. He'd get me almost bucking on his fingers. Then we'd sunbake for another half hour or so.
