We were having a weekend break at a hotel in Llandudno the evening had been champion, we were all slightly, shall we say "happy". Well fed, and with the obligatory few drinks under our pinnies, tongues started to loosen. This time the story was related by Pamela. One of our friends from south of the Thames in London, I will write it for you as she told it to us.
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I had been having a bit of a hard time. Various reasons, hardly that important. My aunt Nora however decided I needed a holiday away from our Battersea home area. We hadn't a lot of money, and aunty was treating me. I'm Pamela, Pam for short; I was in my twenties and aunty probably in her mid forties. The holiday was in Devon, a static caravan, on a fairly new holiday camping site, Cockwood Farm, more of a farm than a holiday camp, not like it is now, they even sold their own milk, it was cheap, but comfortable enough, and it was a break as it was early season, not too many folk about.
The site had fairly basic amenities, mainly for the campers, there were toilets, showers, a small shop of course, and a visiting, three times a week, mobile fish & chip van. That van was where my adventure started.
The Monday evening queue for chips, it started of course a good half hour before they were ready to open, families, chatting and laughing. Young couples, cuddling and kissing and a few loners, individuals, like myself, queuing for Aunty Nora. There was a guy alone in front of me, he was about my age, not bad looking, a bit shorter than my five foot six and seemed shy. I was feeling chatty and cheeky. I called him shorty. We made small talk as we waited, and gradually he became bolder. As the person in front of him finished getting served Gerry turned towards me, looked straight at my bust and said...
"Bet they look good in a bikini."
Then before I had chance to reply, turned back and asked for his fish supper.
As he moved away with his meal, I was at the window for Aunt Nora's and mine. Gerry had disappeared through the gap in the hedge by the time I had bought our suppers. Having just bought one meal, I thought he might be holidaying alone, and being about my age might mean a bit of a break from my aunt's company. I ducked through the gap expecting to see him standing there, but was confronted by a bewildering field of tents. I spotted Gerry's tent after a while, then I hurried off with our suppers. Aunty was a bit cross because the suppers were not as hot as she expected.
Anyway, after we had eaten I picked up my wash bag and towel, and told aunty that I was going for a shower and off I went. Of course I didn't go for a shower, I went down to the tent field, dozens of frame tents, all shapes and sizes, relocated Gerry's tent, I could see him in there, reading a book, well, a men's comic.
"Coo eey. Coo eey." I stood just out of his sight and called.
I heard the tent zip, and then his head appeared. He pushed his dark framed glasses to his forehead, blinked and said...
"Oh! Its you!" then, "do you want to come in for a coffee?"
I did of course, or I wouldn't have this tale to tell, and as tales go, it was certainly not the holiday memory I expected, no, much better than I could have imagined. Gerry busied himself putting the kettle on the Calor gas stove while I sat myself down on his camp bed. Well it would have been rude to take the only chair.
Now girls, just a little reminder, do you remember the dresses we wore, they were short, cotton mini dresses, mine had a bit of contrast lace at the neck and cuffs, believe me I mean mini, I, at that time still wore stockings and suspenders I hadn't gone over to those new fangled tights. My minis literally came to just the end of the suspenders. See, mini.
The camp bed was as you might guess , quite low, I suppose, no more than 10 to 12 inches off the ground. It won't be difficult for you to imagine just what happened to my dress, yes, quite right, there was very little left to the imagination. I was aware, but not too bothered, I was on holiday and I had some hopes! But, aunty, well aunty was another matter.
When Gerry turned back to hand me the plastic mug of coffee, I was lucky, he wasn't expecting to look me in the eye if you know what I mean, and the slopped hot coffee only just missed me, splashing on to the waterproof ground sheet. He got some tissues and was between my knees as he mopped the spillage.
"Are you comfortable there?" his eyes fixed between my legs "You can have the chair if you'd rather."
"Nah, I'm ok here if that's alright with you."
Gerry sat in the chair and could barely and only occasionally tear his eyes away from my 'stocking tops'. The banter was great and I felt really cheered as we chatted and flirted. I decided to be a bit of a tease.
"Can a camp bed really be comfortable?" I patted the pillow.
"Comfortable enough."
"It doesn't look it." I surveyed the sleeping bag covered bed.
"Give it a try." Gerry invited.
I swung myself onto the bed, but was too close to the end and as I moved I was unceremoniously deposited on the cold ground sheet. We both shrieked with laughter, and I know the views he had as he assisted me to my feet.
"Now, sit in the middle, are you alright? Now gently lie down."
I did as I was bid and safely lay my head on his pillow. I was facing into the tent. With a little cuddle I could have drifted off to sleep.
"I usually face the other way." Suggested Gerry.
I decided to try it, knowing that I would be showing off my nylon pantied bum, which could not have had any cover from my dress, I turned to show him my bum, sorry, I turned to face the other way.
"Hmmm, yes, the view this side is nearly as good as the other."
"Cheeky."
Dusk had fallen, and it was a couple of hours since I had left to 'have a shower'.
"Fancy walking me back to the caravan?"
Gerry stood and unzipped the tent then turned to assist me from his bed.
"It wouldn't take two, would it?" I nodded at the camp bed.
"No, but the sleeping bag on the floor would take any number." He grinned.
We left the tent and strolled in the twilight back toward the caravan. Initially we were arm in arm, and then his arm around my waist, his hand then dropped to fondle my bum.
"Oye!"
"Oye yourself." He gave my right cheek a squeeze.
Somehow, I was really comfortable with his hand fondling my bum; it felt sort of natural, as if we had been together for ages, not just an hour or two.
Back at the caravan we sort of slipped into a clinch, snogging and necking, kissing and hugging, his hand went to my boobs, which he squeezed and fondled, firmly yet gently, my arms around him felt so good as I felt his hand first descend to the hem of my dress then rise slightly to stroke my panties. I locked my mouth on his as his fingers intruded on my quim, I was wet as could be and gasping for breath, you will have already have guessed that I could feel his hard on pressing against my thigh.
Suddenly the caravan door swung open, aunty was standing there. We of course sprang apart.
"Who's there?"
