My wife and I were on holiday in south-west England last summer in our motorhome. We pitched next to a bigger motorhome occupied by a couple who I guessed were in their late-50s, just a few years older than us. During our first evening at the campground we soon got chatting and started to get to know each other over a shared bottle of wine. David was the quiet one but Jane was very chatty & open. She happily filled us in on their lives, telling us that at 62 she was a few years older than David, that they were both retired and she joked that she was a "fisherman's widow". David apparently liked to spend his days sea-fishing, leaving Jane to her own devices on the campground and I sensed that this was a sore point for her. Jane grumbled that she was being left on her own for 3 days while her husband went off early the next day for an extended fishing trip, over to the French coast with some mates of his in a fishing boat. He admitted that it also gave him the opportunity to stock up on cheap French booze – he clearly had a taste for it judging by the size of his beer belly.
At 7am the following morning I was awoken by the sound of a car engine outside our van. I peered out between the blinds and sure enough, there was David being collected by some fellow retirees to go off fishing. All of them sported beer bellies and I pondered how he could leave such a lovely wife behind and spend time with these old men instead. Jane was waving him off, and I couldn't help notice she was wearing a short robe that was parting slightly in the warm morning breeze, revealing a shapely pair of golden tanned legs. She was a nice looking woman, cuddly but not fat, nice legs and a friendly motherly face, her short grey hair cut stylishly in a short bob. They seemed an oddly matched couple, David was overweight and had let himself go a bit, but Jane was attractive and full of life.
Though slightly annoyed at having been woken so early, I realized I was sporting a lovely morning erection, possibly brought on at the sight of Jane looking so appealing. I've always been attracted to older women and began to fantasize about whether Jane was sexually active still and whether David satisfied her needs. I couldn't help feeling that underneath her respectable exterior there was a frustrated slut-wife underneath. My wife stirred as I got back into bed and whimpered softly as she felt my hardness nudge her tummy. I held her close and within a few moments we were putting my morning wood to good use, sliding smoothly it into her wet warmth. We both love morning sex and it wasn't long before she was having the first of several orgasms.
There is something about motorhome sex that turns us both on, in the same way that a lot of couples find hotel sex really horny. I think it's the thought that we are doing it in public, albeit in the privacy of our van. But the fact is, when you're having noisy energetic sex in a vehicle, it quickly becomes obvious to anyone nearby what's going on. I've noticed that when we have sex in the van my wife is more uninhibited and makes more noise than when we're at home so I think she secretly enjoys the idea of being overheard. On this particular morning, I remembered that we also had some windows open as the weather was warm, though my wife was blissfully unaware of that. She was enjoying herself instead. I'd just gone down on her and licked her pussy to another orgasm and now she was on her knees being pounded hard, begging me to fuck her hard and cum deep inside her. God we were noisy, my tummy slapped rhythmically against her bottom and the van squeaked as it rocked on its springs. We both climaxed loudly and as we recovered I couldn't help wondering if the whole campground had heard us coupling so passionately. The thought got me hard again, much to my wife's pleasure, and she soon impaled her sloppy vagina onto my stiff penis for another good helping of semen. We'd been busy at home and hadn't had the energy for sex for the past two weeks so we were now eager to make up for lost time. As we lay together we looked forward to a week of good sex.
Life can change so quickly and over breakfast my wife took a call on her mobile phone with the news that her elderly mother had fallen at home. We had been spending a lot of time with her parents doing the caring duties so were not thrilled with the idea of cancelling our holiday break, especially as it sounded like only a minor fall. Eventually we decided to compromise, I would take her to the nearest train station and she would catch a train to stay with her parents, then return to me a few days later to resume our break. I still felt robbed, as I knew the intense morning sex we'd enjoyed was just a starter and that I'd have to wait for the main course.
It was a lovely warm sunny day and when I got back from dropping my wife at the station I found Jane sitting in a recliner outside her van so I went over to talk to her. She was wearing white cropped pants and a strappy top that showed her ample cleavage. She was reaching forward to paint her toenails a deep red shade and I noted that she was wearing a gold anklet on her right foot and a toe ring on her left. As well as being a leg-man I have a bit of a foot fetish so enjoyed seeing her feet adorned in such a sexy way. As I stood close to her I had a lovely view down the front of her thin summer top into the front of her lacy white bra. Like many older women, she had a gorgeous little crows-feet wrinkle in her skin at the top of her cleavage, and I felt the stirrings of arousal in my shorts.
I told her what had happened with my in-laws and expressed my disappointment at having our plans interrupted. She took it upon herself to cheer me up, volunteering to get some lunch for us both. As she said this she reached out and touched my knee lightly, sympathized with me but added that at least it meant she'd have some company now. She climbed the steps into her van and I couldn't help look at her shapely bottom in the tight pants. To my practiced eye I quickly took in the absence of any visible panty line and began speculating about whether she was wearing a thong or no panties at all. She certainly didn't seem like your usual 62yo grandmother.
She returned shortly with a bottle of chilled wine, bread and cold meats and we proceed to enjoy lunch together. Jane was lovely to talk with and we soon covered our life-stories and then set about putting the world right. Our chairs were close and I enjoyed the way she'd lean forward to emphasize a point and touch my arm with her cool fingers. As the wine helped relax us I noticed that these touches became longer and more frequent, sometimes venturing onto my bare knee. I was finding it difficult not to look at Jane's full breasts every time she leaned forward towards me and I'm sure she realized my discomfort. We were both clearly enjoying flirting with each other and Jane remarked on how we were two single seniors brought together by the absence of our partners. After a couple of hours she said that she had taken enough sun and asked me into her van for coffee.
As I followed her up the steps into her van she stumbled on the top step and I reached out to save her from falling, my hands holding her hips. She regained her footing, blurted out that she hadn't been held there for a long time and thanked me for saving her. She quickly gathered herself but I noticed she was blushing and a bit breathless. While she busied herself at the galley kitchen I took in the layout of their van, it was bigger than ours and had a fixed bed at the rear, whereas we had to fold ours out each night. Jane brought coffee over to where I was sitting and sat closer to me than she needed to.
There was a momentary silence between us and I think she was waiting for me to make the first move. I was still nervous about mis-judging the situation and started commenting on how well her van was fitted out. Jane said she sometimes wondered why they needed such a big van for just the two of them, especially as she was often left on her own. I said that the extra space must be useful as it enabled them to have a fixed bed, and grumbled that we had to make ours each night. Jane looked at me, placed a hand on my bare leg and said, very quietly and deliberately "well, from what I heard first thing this morning, at least you and your wife make good use of your bed". She immediately blushed and apologized for being indiscreet, and I in turn apologized for us being so noisy and causing any embarrassment.
