Holly Hughes-Fawcett fastened her bra and pulled on her tight fitting top. Giving up the search for her thong she struggled into her skin tight jeans, pulling them up her long slender legs with some difficulty. She then stepped into her high heel shoes.
She turned, running her fingers through her long blonde hair, teasing out her tangled tresses.
"Right I'm going," she said, addressing the man who had been watching her dress as he lay stretched out on his large bed. The bed where he had just fucked her for most of the night.
"Okay," he replied, "are you going to give me a kiss goodbye?"
She leaned over. They kissed and as the kiss became a bit more passionate the man moved his hand onto her large breast and gently squeezed it through her clothing.
"Now, now," Holly broke away, "I think we'd better stop right now, don't you William?"
The man grinned. "Okay, if you say so. See you around; maybe." It was a statement not a question. He knew she was only here for a couple of days. He also knew that her husband was due to arrive sometime tomorrow.
Holly shut the door to the luxury lodge behind her and carefully descended the steps, holding on tight to the railing. Her shoes were ridiculously high and made walking up and down steps a bit of an ordeal.
As she set off on her walk of shame she recalled the events of Friday night and how she now came to be crawling back like a chastened teenager to her parent's mobile home in the early hours of the morning.
* * * * * * * * * *
Holly's parents, Meg and Ben Hughes, had been coming to this caravan park for years. It suited them as they got older to have a place they could get away to at the weekend or even longer if they could manage it.
Initially renting a mobile home for a few years they eventually took the plunge and purchased their own. It didn't cost as much as they thought it might and they could easily afford the yearly site fees.
The camp site had everything they could possibly want to keep them relaxed and entertained. Bars, restaurant, a small golf course, a swimming pool, gym and spa and not forgetting the impressive clubhouse with a ballroom where regular shows were held, especially during the high season.
Outside the peak season, the clubhouse still got used as there were regular tea dances held for those people who loved sequence and ballroom dancing.
Holly's parents certainly fit into that category. They loved to dance and from an early age had taken Holly and her brother and sister with them to their local social club.
Due to this Holly was an accomplished dancer but from her teenage years onwards had portrayed a nonchalant attitude of bored indifference when dragged onto the dance floor.
As soon as she was old enough to be allowed to stop at home, she did. No amount of cajoling from her parents would get her to go with them. I don't want to go, dancing is for old people she used to tell them.
Yet here she was, on a Friday night with her parents in the clubhouse at the caravan park where a sequence dance was just getting under way.
She could scarcely believe it herself.
It had all come about just over a week ago. Her parents had invited Holly and her new husband Tim to stop with them that weekend. Tim had thought it a great idea and had enthusiastically accepted on behalf of them both.
Holly had not really wanted to go but did think it might do her and Tim good to get away for a couple of days. Anything to get him away from his drinking buddies who always seemed to hanging around even though they were now married. She'd reluctantly put up with it when they were courting but now felt it was time Tim concentrated more on her.
Everything was fine until Tim told her that he had been requested to work Saturday so wouldn't be able to join them until Saturday night. However he thought Holly should still go with her parents on the Friday. What he didn't tell Holly was that he had planned a lad's night out on the Friday with his mates. A master plan he had thought, when she reluctantly agreed.
The trip to the caravan park had been uneventful and after an early tea, Holly's parents had taken her to the clubhouse bar for a drink. It was then they revealed there was dancing in the ballroom that night.
"Come on Holly," enthused her dad Ben, "it'll be like old times. Who knows, you might even enjoy yourself!"
Fat chance of that
she had thought as she reluctantly agreed to go in with them.
As the evening progressed, it proved difficult for Ben to keep both his wife and daughter entertained and finally Holly told him to just concentrate on dancing with her mother.
Coming back from the bar with yet another drink, Holly sat down and crossing her legs, began to swing one idly back and forth as she surveyed the dance floor with bored disinterest.
* * * * *
Across the room from Holly, William Hamilton was also surveying the room. Unlike Holly though, he had a purpose.
William was a big man. Not big as in fat, just large and well proportioned. He stood exactly six feet tall and for his age was in great shape. Four trips a week to the gym with swimming and jogging as well kept him that way and his appearance belied his age. He didn't look like he was fast approaching his sixtieth birthday.
He had retired early, a wealthy man. Even after his wife divorced him he still had a sizeable amount of money left.
His wife had known about his many affairs and for years had turned a blind eye to them. But the last one had been too close to home to ignore. Coming back unexpectedly early from a night out she found him in bed with their next door neighbour's wife. Unable to stand this latest humiliation, she filed for divorce.
After his divorce and subsequent retirement, William filled his time with enjoying the finer things of life. He'd done the usual around the world cruise and had also travelled extensively across Europe and the Americas.
When back home, for relaxation he played golf and tennis with his friends but found that after a while this became boring. He longed for some excitement, something to get the blood pulsing through his veins again. After all he was still a healthy, virile man.
He was on a mini cruise down the River Nile in Egypt when the idea came to him. It was the day after he had fucked a fellow traveller's wife. He had seduced her right from under her husband's nose. The fool had no idea what had happened but William found it to be extremely exciting.
The sex unfortunately hadn't been that good but he realised that it didn't matter to him that much. He had enjoyed the chase far more. It had made him feel alive, the buzz of planning and preparation spurred on by the anticipation of reaching the ultimate goal.
He came to the conclusion he wanted more of this but his only problem was that he didn't want to be constantly on holiday to enable him to meet potential victims.
Idly flicking through a magazine as he relaxed on deck one day, he came across an advert for luxury mobile homes and lodges on a holiday caravan park in England. The idea came to him in a flash and the more he thought about it the more he liked it.
