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.
Which was
why they found themselves back in Sharpinghead in December on one of the big
Santa’s Grotto weekends at Maxlins holiday camp where they planned making nerve
tingling dirty Christmas memories.
The Grotto
was decorated with red and gold velvet drapes, adorned with tinsel and coloured
lights, with a huge throne in the furthest corner surrounded by Christmas
parcels and leading to the throne was a fake snow-covered path and on one side
of it was a festive tableau of snowmen and reindeer and on the other side
Santa’s sleigh was parked.
And when
they first saw it, they looked at each other and Gary asked
“Throne of
sleigh?”
“Both” she
replied with a giggle
“Both it is
then for my dirty little Christmas minx”
“Adventurous
dirty little Christmas minx, if you don’t mind” she corrected him.
So, on
Saturday night they sneaked past security and made their way into the grotto.
“Come on
Carla, the costumes are through there” Gary said and led the way.
Carla
rummaged through a rail of costumes and after a few minutes she appeared
holding a Santa suit.
“This one
will do for you” she said “put it on and I’ll be back in a minute”
When she
returned, Santa was sitting on the throne and she was dressed as an Elf, green
fitted tunic, with gold buttons, deep red tights, red and white striped knee
socks and pixie boots with turned up toes.
“There’s
one more customer for Santa” she said and sat on his knee.
“I’m almost
certain that you’re on the naughty list” Santa said.
“I’m nice
and naughty” Carla said and giggled
Then Santa
discarded his beard and kissed her, and after a prolonged period of heavy petting,
he gave her, her Christmas present from behind on Santa’s throne.
Unfortunately, the security guard interrupted their fun before he could sully her on the sleigh as well, so they had to leave the Grotto in a hurry, they took the costumes with them though and used them the following weekend when Santa mounted his Elf on Santa’s sleigh to their mutual satisfaction.
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