This story continues from from Part 4 of My Girlfriend's Dirty Past, the first parts should probably be read first.
I think we all slept well that night, and the first thing I knew was being woken by faint voices outside the tent. I looked over and Helen wasn't there. I glanced at my watch by the side of me, 9.35am. I sat up naked and slowly crawled over to the opening and poked my head out bleary eyed into another bright morning. Helen and Dave were stood chatting quietly, looking very happy together, Dave had his small rucksack on, and they turned to me,
"Morning sunshine!" Said Dave merrily.
"Hmm, 'allo." I said a bit groggy.
"See you later, then." Said Dave.
"Where are you off to?" I said confused.
"I told you the other day, I'm off for a day or two to see my mate, Mark in North Wales."
"Oh, shit, yeah, I forgot."
"You want a lift to the bus stop?"
I asked, moving out from the tent. Helen and Dave both laughed at me, and Dave added,
"I think there's something else you forgot, mate, there must be a law against driving a vehicle naked!"
I looked down at my naked body and smiled,
"Ah, yeah, sorry."
"Ha, ha, it's OK, it's only a ten-minute walk."
Dave turned to Helen smiling and said,
"And I hope to see more of you soon, lovely!"
"Hope so!"
Said Helen beaming at him as she gave him a long kiss on the lips. Dave gave us both a thumbs up and wandered off down the hill towards the exit of the campsite. I looked at Helen. She had on a loose white blouse and short denim skirt and bare feet in sandals.
"You showered already then?"
I said, a bit surprised.
"Yeah, I showered with Dave."
She said casually dropping her washbag on the grass and hanging her damp towel over his tent to dry.
"Oh, you went down together then?"
"Yeah, we showered together."
"Together?"
I said finally catching on to what she had said.
"Yes, it was a bit busy, so we shared a cubicle."
"Oh, really, bloody hell!"
She never ceased to amaze me! I looked at her quizzically hoping that she would elaborate. But she just stared back at me looking a little sheepish. So, I continued,
"So, did you, er..."
"Fuck?"
"Yeah!"
Helen smiled broadly, and added,
"Certainly did! He gave me a nice stand-up fuck under the shower."
I couldn't help but smile back and just shook my head slowly in disbelief, but I should have known!
"You never miss a trick do you!"
I said laughing.
"I never miss the opportunity for a nice fuck, no! And he's away for a day or two, I'm going to miss that lovely cock of his."
"I bet."
I said quietly, smiling. I was more than happy with Dave fucking my girlfriend whenever he wanted!
"Anyway, go and get showered, let's not waste the day."
Said Helen.
"Yeah, alright."
I got myself together and walked down to the shower units smiling to myself.
When I came back, fully awake, Helen had made us cups of tea on the little gas stove which was most welcome, along with some sandwiches she had bought from the camp shop. We relaxed in the morning sunshine, and I finally started thinking of the events from yesterday. Helen looked at me as if reading my mind and asked,
"So, did you enjoy yesterday?"
Smiling in my direction.
"We certainly had quite a session! I did enjoy that."
"You were horny as hell! Must have been those other blokes I had been fucking! I had four different cocks up me yesterday!"
She said confidently, and I got the feeling she was probing me again. I didn't answer, I just looked down at the grass not quite sure what to say. A part of me was still really uncomfortable about her fucking other men, apart from Dave, and I still felt quite humiliated by not being at least consulted first, I really thought when we had come to our little arrangement that I would still have a say who she fucked.
"What?"
She said, pushing me again.
"Oh, you know what."
I said slightly irritated.
"You don't like me fucking other blokes?"
"Well, maybe, but it's more...you know...those letchy old men, just...doing you."
"Hmm."
She said, wriggling her backside into the ground,
"Lovely!"
"Well, I'm really not sure about it."
I said finally. Helen looked at me over her cup of tea and blew the steam from the top angrily.
"Really! Well, at least on this holiday if I want to let my hair down a little and fuck whenever I want with whomever I want, I will! And if I want to spread my legs for some letchy, dirty, old men to enjoy, then I will spread my legs for them, and when they put their dirty old cocks up me, I want you to remember how much I love it!"
I looked at her, as she glared back at me quite sternly. I went a little cold again as I knew I was losing this battle and there was nothing I could do to change her mind.
"Clear?"
She said sharply.
"Yeah...clear."
I said swallowing heavily, defeated.
"Good! Now get your shoes on and let's go!"
"Go where?"
I said nervously.
"I'm off to get my second cock of the day hopefully, are you coming? Or are you going to just sit here and play with yourself?"
Wow, I couldn't believe how angry and forceful she seemed, she was really wiled up! I hadn't a clue where she was planning on going, or whether she had a plan at all and she was just trying to show me who was boss, but I meekly put on my trainers and followed her down the hill to the main road heading towards the beach. OK, so she wasn't going to find Graham and Harold at their caravan at least. I relaxed a bit after that assuming this was just her blowing off a bit more steam.
We walked quietly down the hill, and she took my hand, so I guessed she had calmed down at least. We walked along the beach front on the left-hand side this time passing some really nice but modest sized cottages with lovely gardens. To my surprise, Helen suddenly stopped outside the gate of one of them and said,
"Here it is."
"What?"
I said, quite puzzled.
"Seaview Cottage!"
I didn't know what she was on about, or doing, and to further my puzzlement she opened the gate, walked up the path and rang the bell. For a moment I thought she was just going to run, but she just stood there. No answer. She rang again and remained on the doorstep for a moment when suddenly I heard a voice a little way away on from the road,
"Can I help you?"
It was quite a well-spoken voice, and I turned to see an oldish man, at least I would think in his 70s in a tweed suit and trilby, walking up to me with a walking stick. He looked at me quizzically and then turned towards Helen as she came back down the path,
"Hi!"
She said brightly, raising her hand to him.
"Oh, it's you!"
He said in sudden recognition, and I suddenly recognised him too as the man from the beach on our first day who had witnessed Helen, topless, covered in come from me and Dave. Bloody hell! I felt quite embarrassed standing in front of him again knowing what he had seen of us and was gobsmacked that Helen had actually taken up his offer of coming to see him.
He smiled broadly at Helen and lifted his stick in a friendly wave,
"Good morning, miss, how delightful to see you again!"
"You too, sir."
They smiled at each other, Helen slightly blushing and standing coquettishly, looking a little bashful as she lowered her head a touch and looked at him batting her blue eyes. He held out his hand to shake and said,
"Mr. Meadows, Arthur Meadows. You can call me Arthur."
"Helen."
She said as their hands met.
"Very nice to meet you...again."