Uncanny Tales – (066) The Late-Night Adventure

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 foul 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 realized there was also no toilet or bathroom ensuite 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.

But the new adventurous Carla didn’t leave her sexual escapades in Sharpinghead when the summer holiday was over, and they spent their spare time exhaustively finding ever more adventurous ways to satisfy her brains out.

But they were also regular visitors back to the Vale where they would revisit sights of old adventures, where he would sully her anew, as well as finding new and evermore sensual exploits.

Which was why they took every opportunity to get back to the Vale because their intimate exchanges always seemed hotter there than anywhere else.

So, they became regulars at Maxlins holiday camp in Sharpinghead as its size and range of activities gave them ever more opportunities of making nerve tingling dirty adventurous memories.

Sometimes they would just go as day visitors which is how they found themselves back in Sharpinghead on a beautiful spring day  after Gary suggested they go to the pub in the village and after a couple of drinks in the Railway Tavern, Carla started getting “adventurous” again and with the new adventurous Carla, Gary knew all too well that when she was “ready” for adventure he had to be ready, so he said

“We had better go”

“Just what I was thinking” she added

As they walked towards the door, he looked at Carla who was wearing a short denim skirt, a pale blue short sleeved top, low cut obviously, blue and white ankle socks and trainers, and he ascertained it wouldn’t take long to get her prepared for action and as Gary had on a t-shirt and elastic waisted swim shorts, he knew he was equally prepared.
So once outside he said

“So where to?”

“To the woods” she replied before adding “and quickly”

 

It was dusk when they left the pub, but darkness fell quickly and they blundered about in the dark for a while searching for a suitable spot, until they stumbled upon the assault course they had seen earlier in the day.

“Let’s do it up the tower” she suggested excitedly

They had emerged from the woods by part of the course where there was a large scramble net which after twenty feet led to the zip wire tower.

“Ok but be careful” he cautioned

“Don’t worry this is adventure woman Carla you’re talking too” she pointed out and then she ran head long up the net and got about six foot up it and then missed her footing and one leg went through the net.

“Are you ok?” he asked with concern

“I’m fine” she replied and tried to extricate her leg, but when the other leg went through a different hole, it caused her to lose her hand holds as well, and she ended upside down and forming a perfect “Y” shape.

“Ok I admit it, I’m not fine” she said

“Are you hurt?” Gary asked

“No” she retorted “but I’m stuck”

So, Gary climbed up the net to extricate her from her predicament, but when he reached her, he noticed that her little denim skirt had, under the influence of gravity, fallen earthwards leaving her pale blue knickers on view so he changed his focus.

“Well, she wanted adventure” he thought “so this is as good a place as any”

“Can you, do it?” she asked “All the bloods rushing to my head”

“No problem” he replied

But when she felt his hand on her inner thigh she asked

“What are you doing?”

A few moments later she knew in no uncertain terms what he was doing.

However just when things were getting really interesting, he stopped abruptly

“What’s wrong?” she said with alarm

“I thought I heard someone” he replied so Gary quickly got her upright and helped the wobbly legged adventurer up the net and into the tower where they could complete the deed.