Gary Smith and Carla Lund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale
that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and
his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were staying in a converted signal box which
was comfortable enough but because of the limited floor space it had bunk beds
which didn’t go down well at all with Carla, she wanted a double bed and plenty
of comfort and more than a little loving.
“What the hell are they?” she said when she
saw the bunks
“A challenge” Gary replied flippantly but she
was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she said,
It was not an insurmountable problem as far as
he was concerned but she just wasn’t the adventurous type.
Although Gary could remember the time when she
was, a time when she enjoyed a kiss and a cuddle in the woods back in the days when they were
courting but she seemed to have forgotten just how much.
The bunk beds were bad enough but Carla really
lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or bathroom en suite and the
nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and left Gary to unpack and
she was gone for hours, in fact Gary was already asleep in the bottom bunk when
she got back.
The next morning just after
first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother dressing
but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to
the signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the
room when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Carla’s naked
buttocks protruding from beneath her
duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was one single word
“Sorry”.
And that was when he woke her in the dawn light and the adventure
returned to their marriage.
After that first surrender to adventure Carla
felt alive and tingling all over and was keen to try some more while Gary was
just intent on enjoying it while it lasted.
As it was a beautiful day Gary suggested they
take a drive over to the Dancingdean Forest.
They parked up and then walked along a
well-worn trail for about half an hour and then Gary led them off-piste into
the more heavily forested wood.
And a half an hour later they came to a small
rocky clearing and then they sat down and had a drink.
“I like it here” she said
“Yes it’s nice, but another half an hour” he
said, “and we should reach the lake”
“No I mean I like it here” she said and kissed him an opened mouthed,
darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.
“What’s going on?” he said “We came here to see the lake”
“I came here for adventure” Carla giggled and kissed him again and it
was too dark to go to the lake by the time she had finished with him.
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