Contain mild pee kink, nothing too outrageous, so enjoy, or skip through those bits!
The problem with body clocks is that there is no 'holiday mode'. Mine was set for 6 a.m. every day and it worked well, except I was on holiday and really didn't want to get up so early. OK we were in France and locally it was seven o'clock, but even that was too early. It was certainly too early for my wife, comfortably asleep beside me, snuggled down in the opened sleeping bags we'd used to cover ourselves up, and when I'd thought to pass the time with a little love-making, sliding my hand round her to fondle a breast, I'd been severely rebuffed.
So I lay there, on my back in our tent waiting for life outside to begin. I contemplated a wank, but two things mitigated against that, firstly my wife would not have been impressed, she seemed to think, quite rightly perhaps, that she had proprietary rights over my penis, and secondly the niggling sensation in my bladder, courtesy of the beers I'd drunk the night before.
I was going to have to get up and have a pee, but then I remembered where the toilets were and groaned inwardly. Not for me slipping into the bathroom, oh no, we'd decided to rekindle our younger days and have a camping holiday in the South of France. The kids were still away at university and we'd headed off in our car, making for a campsite we'd been to before, conveniently situated a short stroll from the beach and with a great pool on site.
Our tent was at the end of an avenue of similar ones, already set up, and although it was a lovely setting, right at the edge of the site, it suffered from being a good couple of hundred yards away from the shower and toilet block. I'd have to pull on some clothes and trudge over there and back again, and by the time I'd done that I'd be well and truly awake.
A thought impinged on my consciousness, why not just have a pee behind the tent, there were only bushes, it was not overlooked by anyone, and who was to know? I rolled carefully off the inflatable air mattress so as not to disturb Sarah, and pulled on a pair of loose shorts. I slowly unzipped the tent and peered out, a typical South of France morning in early July, a very slight chill in the air, more of a freshness, and aside from the twittering of some birds, silence.
Once I was up I realised I wasn't going to get back to bed, so set the kettle on the gas stove to make some tea and headed between the tents to the bushes. A quick glance round me and I pulled down the front of my shorts and holding my cock in my hand began to pee, the stream of yellowish liquid arcing out in front of me, just a hint of steam rising from it.
Two shakes and it was back in, just as I heard the kettle boiling. I debated briefly making a cuppa for Sarah, but peering into our bedroom I could see she was still fast asleep so made just the one cup, taking it outside and putting it on the table, then sat down and slumped back in my chair. I took in my surroundings, we'd been here for a couple of days now and were starting to settle in, we were on nodding terms with a few of our neighbours, mostly people of a similar age to ourselves, the smaller kids were of course still at school, with a few younger couples scattered about.
I ran my eye over the tents, mentally running through the occupants in my mind, wondering what they were doing, perhaps even a few were having sex, especially the younger ones. I smiled, remembering when we'd been eager for sex several times a day, not that there was anything wrong with our sex life, Sarah had a libido to match mine, but we didn't do it nearly as often as we used to.
There was one tent whose occupants I didn't know, they'd arrived the day before, another couple, and although we'd smiled at them as they unpacked we hadn't spoken yet. That was one of the things I liked about camping, the genuine friendliness of everyone. As I surveyed the scene the zip of the newcomers' tent opened and a head poked out, it was the woman who'd arrived yesterday. Initial impressions were that they were both very pleasant and I looked forward to meeting them properly.
The flap opened completely and she stepped out, another early riser like myself I thought, and prepared to smile or wave to her, but although she seemed to look in my direction her eyes just passed over me. I could see she was just wearing a tee shirt that came down just to her hips, and what looked like a pair of panties, but what caught my attention were two very prominent lumps in her top, clearly the morning air had impacted severely on her nipples.
She looked around then went between her tent and the one next to her, and then to my amazement, hooked her thumbs in her panties and dragged them down as she squatted in the grass. I couldn't see anything, but it was obvious what she was doing and despite myself I could feel my cock starting to stiffen. My hand went automatically to it and started to squeeze it, imagining her pussy exposed to view, pee squirting from between her lips.
Women peeing had always been a bit of a fetish of mine, Sarah and I peed openly in front of each other, and it always turned me on, even after all these years. I watched as she bobbed up and down a couple of times, then as she stood up she pulled her panties up, just giving me a glimpse of a hairy muff, before it disappeared and she turned back.
It was at that moment that she saw me and I worried that she'd scream blue murder, but she just smiled and with a coy wave went back into her tent, doing up the zip behind her. I realised I was almost wanking and sheepishly pulled my hand away. I drained the last few drops of tea and made my way back inside. I couldn't quite see into our bedroom, but there were some quiet little grunts and groans coming from it so moved into the doorway.
Sarah was on her back, she'd pulled the sleeping bag off her and I could see she had a hand up inside her tee shirt nightie, clearly fondling her breast. Her other hand was between her legs, she'd pulled her panties down, leaving them draped round one ankle and she was busy sawing two fingers in and out of her pussy.
It was a magnificent sight, one to which I was treated often, she'd shaved most of her pubes off for the holiday and her pussy slit was plainly visible, glistening from the juices dribbling out of her.
"Where've you been? I woke up horny and you weren't there so I started on my own. Why don't you come her and put that bulge in your shorts to good use?" She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and spread her legs wide apart in a clear invitation and grinning, I dropped my shorts and knelt between her legs, pushing a couple of fingers into her warm, wet tunnel.
"Mmmm, that's nice," she murmured, "but what I want is your cock." She reached forward and grasped it, then pulled me towards her, drawing me down until I was just brushing against her opening. Our eyes met and I pushed forward, seeing them widen as I entered her, my cock parting her lips, sliding easily deep within her. Two kids and she was still nice and tight, and I could feel her using her pussy muscles to squeeze me as I began to drive in and out of her.
I don't know how long she'd been masturbating but I sensed from the way her body was responding that she wasn't far off her orgasm and I concentrated on pounding hard into her. She was pushing back hard against me, our bodies slapping together, harder and faster, then with a little cry I could feel her cumming, that tightening of her pussy, the little familiar whimpers coming from her throat as her fingers dug into my back.
