The beginning...
He wandered casually up to main entrance of the camp site where he stood for a while taking in the view. There was no rush. He appeared quite at ease dressed as he was in his nondescript clothing. Careful not to draw too much attention to himself he made a show of reading the notices pinned to the bulletin board before spending an inordinate length of time peering intently at the layout plan of the camp site, as if trying to imprint it indelibly in his mind.
But it was all a ruse. William Hamilton was loitering for a reason and it was all to do with why he had leased a lodge on this site for the entire season. He was working to a plan.
It was simple really. Today was Friday and the start of the holiday park's opening weekend and he was scanning the early evening arrivals, looking for likely candidates amongst the women. Women who would suit his plan.
He'd been near the park entrance on and off for over two hours now and growing weary of the lack of movement in and out of the camp site was about to call it a day. He'd worked on the assumption that couples would be arriving straight from work on the Friday night. Sadly this did not seem to be the case. But even though the arrivals had been spasmodic he'd still seen a couple of potentials. They would never be part of his starting line up but would be okay to be added to his 'go to' list if nothing more interesting showed up.
As he pondered whether to go or not, a car swept through the gates, slowing instantly to walking pace. The speed limit on site was five miles per hour. As the car pulled in William could see a man was driving.
He looked into the passenger side window as the car eased past him. He stared directly into the woman's eyes as she turned and looked up at him as they drove past. He caught a glimpse of blonde hair worn up in a bun and a sweet smile.
Hello ... we have a possibility.
William's interest was piqued immediately. He had a sixth sense for this sort of thing. He knew immediately she was a potential. He watched as the car turned onto the one way system that operated on the park site and as it started to climb up the hill, he set off in hot pursuit. He just hoped they wouldn't be going too far as he saw the car crest the rise and quickly disappear from view.
* * * * *
"Here Ben, can you stop right here," Meg Hughes said eagerly as she turned sideways to look at her husband Ben.
He smiled. She did this every single time they came back. He didn't know why she asked him to stop because he'd already been slowing down before the words left her lips. As he did every time.
The car had barely stopped moving before Meg had the door open and was clambering out. She leaned back in through the open doorway. "I'll be along soon," she said with a smile.
"Okay dear," Ben replied. As soon as she closed the car door he drove off towards their mobile home.
Meg stretched and took a deep cleansing breath. It was good to be back. She could already feel the tension easing as she breathed in the fresh sea air. She moved across to the fence that defined the picnic area and had a quick look around. It didn't look like the management had made any landscaping alterations during the close season, the only difference she could see was the addition of some new picnic benches.
As Meg took in the view before her, William Hamilton watched with growing interest. Even though he was a fit man for his age, when he'd crested the rise he was out of breath. But he was overjoyed when he saw that the car had stopped and the woman had climbed out. He saw her speak briefly to the driver who then drove off. She then walked along the roadway a short distance, until she arrived at a wooden gate where she paused.
As the car disappeared from view William moved closer, fading into a convenient thicket of young trees and large shrubs nearby. She wouldn't be able to see him but he had a perfect view of her.
It was quite warm for early spring and the woman wasn't wearing a coat. Judging by her outfit, William assumed she'd come straight from work.
"Mmmm ... very smart and very nice," William muttered to himself.
She was dressed in a smart business suit comprising a black pencil skirt and matching jacket. The skirt came down to just below her knees. Tight fitting it had a small split at the side to enable her to walk freely. The jacket was short and flared out slightly at the waist. He could see she had it buttoned up across her breasts. Beneath it she was wearing a white blouse. Her legs were sheathed in flesh coloured stockings and she was wearing black high heels; in fact exceptionally high heels. If she could work in those all day he would be amazed!
William reached into his jacket pocket for his small pair of binoculars. He always carried them with him when he was out bird watching.
He fiddled about with the focus before he zoomed in on her legs and then down to her feet. Her calves looked to be slender but sexily curvaceous. They definitely had the right amount of flesh to them. Over time William had become a connoisseur of women's legs especially when they were showcased by high heel court shoes or stilettos.
"My god," he whispered to himself as he took a longer look at her shoes, "those heels are enormous. Does she not realise what the sight of that does to a man!"
He moved his binoculars higher until he reached her chest. He could see that her jacket button was struggling to stay fastened.
"Oh my goodness," he muttered. She was obviously hiding a decent sized pair of breasts beneath her bulging jacket. He looked higher, to her face and smiled. "Oh and pretty too. Fantastic. Well my lovely, you're definitely going on my priority list."
Ignorant of being hungrily observed, Meg opened the gate and stepped through before walking purposefully across the grass to her destination. She was heading for her favourite view of the entire area.
She stopped at another fence and leaned against it as she soaked in the vista before her. It never failed to move her. It was a stunning view especially at this time of the year as the magnolia trees and cherry blossoms were bursting forth and the hedgerows were beginning to sprout their green leaves.
William watched as she leant against the fence and took in the view of the surrounding countryside. He could see she was smiling. And as William took in the view of her nice round backside with her skirt pulled tight across her arse cheeks, he smiled too.
* * * * * * * * *
Weeks later ...
Meg Hughes, the object of William's desires was indeed a striking looking woman. Tall at 5'7 her lithe, slender body belied her age. Although she had a slightly fuller figure than when she was younger; most of that manifesting itself on her breasts; she was still in excellent shape. Her face was lightly freckled, which only served to enhance her girlish good looks.
She had sparkling blue eyes and long, straight blonde hair which hung down past her shoulders although more often than not she wore it in some type of a bun, which suited her. With a definite Scandinavian look; compliments of her maternal Norwegian grandmother; from a distance she could easily pass for someone in their late twenties or early thirties and it wasn't until you got closer that you realised she was older.
When she was out with her daughter Holly they were often mistaken for sisters. Holly had her mother's tall, slender figure too although her 36DD breasts were enormous compared to Meg's more modest 32D.
Meg had been happily married to husband Ben for twenty odd years. They'd met at school and married young and she'd had her family very early.
In all that time she had never strayed. Of course over the years she'd been propositioned many, many times but had never felt the slightest bit of temptation. Sure, she'd kissed other men and drunkenly flirted a bit especially when younger but she'd never allowed it to go any further. She was a faithful, devoted wife and mother and loved her husband dearly.
Being city dwellers both she and Ben loved to get away to the coast as often as they could. When the kids were little they would hire a caravan on a holiday park during the summer months for their main holiday. They never felt the need to go abroad. Everything they could possibly need to keep their family entertained day and night could be found on site.
Even after the kids were grown, Ben and Meg still had breaks at the holiday parks and there was one in particular they returned to on a regular basis.
Having toyed with the idea for a year or so they eventually bought a nice mobile home on the park and during the months the site was open would go as often as work would allow. It was good to get away from the daily grind of work and recharge the batteries, if only for a weekend.
It was through this they had met William Hamilton. He had arrived at the park early in the season and over the forthcoming months had got to know them well. Divorced and newly retired, he had just turned sixty but certainly didn't look it.
Meg considered him to be an attractive man for his age. He obviously kept himself fit. She often saw him either going to or leaving the gym on numerous occasions. He was charming and witty and was really good company. Ben liked him too and would often play golf and tennis with him.
He also didn't seem to lack for female company. Most nights, especially during the peak season, he was always to be seen with a woman on his arm either in the clubhouse bar or dancing in the ballroom.
He seemed a perfect gentleman but then looks can be deceiving. What Meg didn't know about William was that he was a devout womaniser and was working to a plan that he had formulated upon his arrival on the park. He had leased a luxury lodge for the entire season with the sole aim of working his way one by one through the desirable females there.
At the start of the season his first task had been to compile a list of potential candidates from the woman who were regular visitors. These were people who had their own mobile homes or lodges. They had been filed away for the future.
Whilst he took time to make friends with the couples he wanted to target later, his first victims were the one or two week holiday makers. Whether they were married or not, they were all fair game for William.
