Shirley is in France with her camper-van. Having temporarily parted from Mark she is continuing west toward the Atlantic coast of Brittany. After two nights sleeping alone she meets up with Gerald during her lunchtime stop. A thirty minute break becomes over two hours after which Shirley leads Gerald towards the coast.
My name is Shirley and at the time I had been a widow for nearly eighteen months. David and I had enjoyed almost 45 years of a somewhat unconventional marriage. I didn't sleep with other men, I slept with my David. My David didn't sleep with other women, he slept with me. That which we did, jointly and severally, whilst we were awake was another matter entirely.
Just before My David passed he told me that I should continue to enjoy myself and that he would be with me every step of the way. It took me a while to get things organised but finally I'm on my way, retracing the routes we enjoyed together. I am back in France with our camper van, remembering the past and looking for new adventures. My David is with me.
If this is your first visit to Shirley's Adventures, please enjoy the previous chapters so that it makes some kind of sense.
After a wonderful lunch with Gerald I led a convoy of our two camper-vans out of Normandy and into Brittany. I was driving on auto pilot and the back roads were virtually empty. When on holiday David and I avoided the motorways and main roads as best we could.
It had been a gamble. The Aire would only take three camping cars and finding room for two was pushing my luck a bit. I was feeling lucky. When we arrived there was one, a Hymer with German number plates already parked up alongside the river. I pulled in behind. Gerald parked behind me.
I was just getting myself organised when Gerald opened my drivers door. He slipped his hand under the hem of my dress and between my thighs. I parted them without hesitation.
"I'm just checking for 'yes' and 'no' he explained".
I thought for a moment.
"Yes, I'm wet and no I haven't put my knickers on."
He helped me down by holding onto the hem of my dress making it slide up to expose my nakedness before holding me close and closing the door. It didn't bother him that the German couple were sitting by the river bank facing the late afternoon sun, and us. Which was good because it didn't bother me much either. He let me go smoothing my dress down as if the exposure was accidental but with a massive grin on his face.
"I wonder if they both enjoyed that as much as I did?" he asked, "are you going to do your bends and stretches now".
For answer I walked down to the tow path, raised my arms and reached for the sky. My dress dutifully rose with me. I held the pose for a count of twenty before arching my back, 20, touching my toes, 20, stretch, arch, toes, left, right, repeat. I knew Gerald was enjoying my little piece of exhibitionism and I hoped at least the German man was. His lady's enjoyment would have been a bonus. Finally I worked my hamstrings and returned to Gerald.
"Let's walk a while," I suggested, locking the cab door and taking his hand.
We walked down the tow path, past the Germans with a cheery 'good evening' and on towards the little bridge. I knew there was a copse just beyond the bridge and hoped that Gerald would be up to a quick 'hello' as David had called it. After two nights without cock I was looking forward to spending some quality time with Gerald. With the Germans facing the other way and nobody else in sight Gerald put his hand on my bum, lifting my dress to do so. I liked that and I led him into the few trees beside the path, heading for the only real tree, the rest being more shrubby. Once there I knelt before him and slipped his shorts down. No pants either! His cock was soft but I took it eagerly in my mouth as he rested his hands gently on my head, no escape even if I wanted to.
He firmed up nicely after a while but not rock hard.
"Do you think he could manage a quickie, standing up?" I asked as I stood, lifting my dress up over my waist and leaning against the tree. "Just to say 'hello', you understand. I don't want to be worn out for tonight."
He stepped between my legs, bent his knees slightly and rubbed his cock head against my swollen pussy lips.
"I'm game to try." he responded pushing gently up and in.
Perfect! He held my bum and pulled me onto him. I put my arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply.
"A match made in a French field, behind a hay roll," I told him, "you have a very nice cock Gerald."
"And, I'm delighted to say, you have a very greedy pussy, Shirley! A good job I brought a few little blue tablets with me."
I kissed him harder.
"How few?" I enquired not attempting to hide my happy smile.
"Forty!"
"Forty? That's a few? Forty rock hard cocks for little Shirley! I am a lucky girl."
"No, eighty rock hard cocks! I cut them in half. Depending on how good or very good you are each half should be good for a couple of hours."
I kissed him again and shuddered with a little cum of pleasure mixed with anticipation.
"Early bed tonight then. We need to get to tomorrow's stop before three, it gets busy and is very small."
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise, let's eat. Food!"
We decided to sleep in my bed, not that it was better or bigger than Gerald's but that it was closer to the German camper and I hoped to be making a lot of pleasurable noises. Did I mention that I'm an encourage-able exhibitionist? We retired early, about half an hour after Gerald had cut his little blue tablet in half and washed it down with the remains of his coffee. I wasn't too sure what to expect. David had tried them when he became ill but they had little or no effect on him, so we stopped. He started to find other cocks to please me instead. He loved watching me being fucked and I honestly enjoyed him watching.
I asked Gerald what I should do and he said that I didn't have to ask at lunchtime so why ask now? We kissed and cuddled and stroked and licked and sucked. I climbed on top of him, riding cowgirl and that's when I discovered how good a little bit of blue made a cock feel. We fucked! Boy! How we fucked!
We must have slept eventually because I awoke at seven. I ran my hand down over his belly and found that his cock was accessible. I worked the duvet carefully off and went down on him. If he was asleep his cock wasn't and it was soon fit to fuck. I positioned myself over and slid down and he pushed up and in. Without opening his eyes he quite clearly said "Good morning greedy little cum slut" just as I came for the first time. I let him get out of bed at about nine. A quick shower, breakfast and away, leaving the Germans to continue rocking their suspension.
We stopped briefly to fill up with diesel and buy a couple of baguettes. Then again in a lay-by for a quick snack and a cup of coffee. Not even time to say 'hello'. I didn't want to arrive too late and find the few places full. Just as we were washing up the Germans went past with a happy 'toot'. About twenty minutes later we passed them stopped in a lay-by. We both 'tooted'. Camaraderie of the road.
I had warned Gerald that the last bit was half made roads and dusty tracks that twisted and turned, but I knew the way. We eventually pulled into the small parking area just after two. We were the first there and as I didn't intend to leave too quickly I pulled in close to the bushes and Gerald parked up close behind me. It is a lovely spot. The sand dunes rise only about 50 yards ahead, to the right is a salt marsh area that partially floods on each high tide and there are loads of birds to enjoy. To the left, in the far, far distance a large car-park could just be seen. It was the only sign of civilisation in any direction. Gerald opened my door and stroked my greedy pussy. It was still swollen and his fingers slipped in easily. "Exercise, little cum slut!" he encouraged. David used to call me his cum slut and I was very happy that Gerald did also.
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