Anne , George Go Camping Pt. 01

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The tale I am about to tell is a simple story of a husband and wife who, more by accident than design, embark on a voyage of sexual adventure, and in doing so vastly expand their horizons as they discover new lands of erotic ecstasy. I invite you to go along with them on their odyssey of libidinous delight, and share their pleasure as they reach new heights of orgasmic bliss.

Anne and George were just an ordinary middle aged couple who had reached that stage in their lives when they thought it would be nice to try something new and adventurous. They had diligently applied themselves over the 25 years of their marriage to building a stable and loving home for their three children, encouraging them as they struggled with the problems of growing up in a rapidly changing and sometimes hostile world. During that time they had sacrificed their own freedom of action so as to provide their children with the best education possible in order to give them a good start on their own voyages through the minefields of adult life. But now their children were grown up and had left home; George had been able to take early retirement with a reasonable financial package and Anne decided to retire too so that they could do things together. They now had both the time and the freedom to indulge themselves for the first time since the earliest years of their courtship, freed of the constraints of career and family.

In the early years of their marriage when the children were small and money was tight they had taken camping holidays, but only in England, and with a fairly basic frame tent and minimal equipment. Once they could afford it, but when the children were still at primary school, they had begun going on package tours in search of the sun, but these had been to the usual locations in southern Spain or the Canary Isles. As the children grew into teenagers and wanted to do something more exciting, they had become more adventurous, designing their own packages in more exotic locations in the United States and the Caribbean, but even these holidays were constrained by the needs of family and the limited leave allowed by their employers.

Footloose and fancy free they decided that at first they would like to explore Europe at leisure, and came to the conclusion that the best and easiest way to do this would be to go back to camping. They spent hours poring over camping magazines, browsing the adverts and reading all the reviews, and they were agreeably surprised to discover the enormous choice of tents of all sizes that was now available to suit all tastes and all pockets — so different from their earlier experience.

The next day they hopped in the car and drove to the nearest large camping and caravanning superstore, and started looking around. The range of different outfits was rather bewildering and they really couldn’t decide what would suit them best, so they were secretly relieved when a salesman came up and asked if he could help. Having explained what they wanted, he asked if they had thought about buying a trailer tent as this would give them the combination of flexibility and comfort, but still at a reasonable cost. George was rather nervous about this having never towed a trailer before, but the salesman, whose name was Richard, reassured him that trailer tents were much easier and much less expensive to tow than a caravan. Although they were still unsure about whether this was the right thing to do, they tentatively agreed to have a look at the models on display, willing to be persuaded even though it would take bebek escort up more of their budget.

Following Richard into another hall George’s first impulse was to buy something quite compact with only two berths, but Anne’s eye was caught by a top of the range model which boasted a fully fitted kitchen area with 12V refrigerator, 4-burner hob and grill, enamel sink and lots of storage compartments — it even had a water heater. Even better and what really tipped the scales for her, was that there was an en-suite toilet compartment with a wash basin. George was still hesitant questioning why they would need a unit with two king-sized beds and room to sleep two more people, but Anne said that it would be ideal when they eventually had grandchildren. George finally relented and after a bit of haggling over price they signed a deal which included extras such as an awning and fitting of a tow bar and electrics to their car.

A couple of weeks later on Midsummer’s Eve Anne and George set out for the cross channel ferry to France, eagerly looking forward to the prospect of three weeks exploring a country which they barely knew even though it was on their doorstep. Having studied the maps and consulted a guide to campsites in France they decided to head initially for the east of the country and the area around Beaune, since they thought it would be fun to visit a few of the vineyards of the Burgundy region.

After that they intended to drive westwards along the valley of the Loire taking in all the famous châteaux as well as the historic cities of Orleans, Tours and Angers before driving back up through Normandy to the ferry port of Caen.

They had learned from the guide that there was a marvellous choice of campsites in Burgundy promising unparalleled peace and tranquility in an area of mountains and forests, many situated by splendid natural lakes in strikingly beautiful surroundings where a great holiday experience was virtually guaranteed.

Driving out of Calais George took it easy at first, until he became accustomed both to towing a trailer and driving on the wrong (right-hand) side of the road. It was therefore dark when they arrived at their chosen destination and they were relieved when they saw a clearly marked campsite sign in the light from their headlights. Pulling into the entrance they were rather dismayed that the office was in darkness, but fortunately there was a large sign on the door explaining in English as well as French that late arrivals should find a suitable pitch and register with the office the next morning when it opened at 8:30am.

Since they had stopped en route from the Channel for a meal once they had erected the tent, hooked up to the electrics, and made a cup of tea, Anne and George retired to bed, tired after a long day on the road. They were excited too because the adventure of their new life had begun.

When George woke up in the morning, for a moment he forgot where he was, and was tempted to just turn over and go back to sleep. However when he opened his eyes and saw the canvas roof of the tent above him, he remembered where he was and a thrill ran through him. He was invigorated in a way he had not felt for years — it was hard to put into words but in short, he felt free. He turned over to wake Anne but discovered that the bed next to him was unoccupied which surprised him, because he was normally the first to get up and it usually took a mug of tea to persuade Anne to face the day ahead.

As he was contemplating istanbul escort his new situation, Anne suddenly burst in through the door of the tent.

“There must be some mistake,” she gabbled, “are you sure we are in the right place.”

“Why, whatever is the matter?” George replied, slightly alarmed by her wild appearance.

“The sun shining on the canvas woke me up early,” she said, “so I thought I would get up and go and have a shower and bring you a cup of tea for a change. But when I got to the wash block there were both women and men in there, and they were all absolutely naked.”

George was momentarily taken aback. “Well this is the continent,” he said, “perhaps this is normal for them, I mean, they are foreigners.”

“It’s not just in the wash block that people are naked,” she replied, “no one has any clothes on at all outside either; they are all completely starkers.”

Initially George felt slightly aroused by this information, but then the idea of lots of naked middle aged people and acres of sagging flesh on display, put a dampener on the thought.

“I suppose I had better go and investigate,” he said, “although I am sure I didn’t read anything about this being a naturist site. I did read somewhere that naturism is more common in France, and that lots of older people like to escape from the restrictions of their everyday lives by taking their clothes off for a couple of weeks a year.”

Anne interrupted him, “It’s not just old people. There are young people and teenagers, although I didn’t see any children. And most of them were very fit,” she paused, and blushed, “and there were some rather nice cocks on display.”

This shocked George as Anne had tended to be rather conservative, never even letting their children see her naked. “Hmm,” he pondered, “perhaps this new life was going to be interesting in rather more ways than he had thought.”

Getting out of bed he took off his pyjamas.”It wouldn’t do to be overdressed,” he said, “and don’t they say, ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do,’ or in this case, the French. Why don’t you make a pot of tea and rustle up some breakfast while I have a shower and brush my teeth, and later when I go to the office to register and pay the campsite fees I will investigate.”

An hour or so later after they had eaten breakfast and George had returned from the campsite office, he told Anne what he had found out.

“You are right, this is a naturist or more correctly, clothing optional site,” he explained. “There is a normal campsite on the other side of the road, but we just didn’t see the sign in the dark last night. It is also an adults only site and,” he coughed, “adult activities are permitted within reason.”

“What do you mean, adult activities?” Anne said, somewhat nonplussed.

“Well,” George paused for a moment, “you might see some, shall we say, activity of a sexual nature though only in certain areas such as individual pitches and,” he paused again,”around the pool. At least that is what I gathered from the sign in the office. I did think of paying for last night, and then packing up and driving across to the other family site, but then I thought it might be fun to stay here for a few days. I mean, we are looking for adventure and this is certainly an adventure.”

“George you are very naughty,” Anne giggled, blushing again, “and aren’t you worried that I might enjoy looking at all those nice young men and their, mmm, nice young cocks.”

“Who’s being beyoğlu escort naughty now?” George laughed, “and what about those firm young boobs and other bits?”

“You mean pussies,” Anne interrupted tartly, “pussies is what you mean. You want to look at girls’ pussies. I’ve seen those pictures on your laptop that you thought you had hidden so well. You’re just a dirty old man after all and that’s why you want to stay, you pervert!”

“So,” retorted George, “and what about those stories you read, all heaving bodices and ripped shirts and some of them a lot more explicit than that? Don’t be a hypocrite — you’re as interested as I am. Go on, admit it.”

Anne was about to make a rather acid reply when she stopped, her hand in front of her mouth. “Oh, people, eh men, are going to be looking at me. I’d better tidy myself up a bit, even naked one wants to be presentable.”

“Now that’s more like it, you’re getting into the spirit of things,” replied George, “in fact why not go the whole hog and shave your pussy, sort of symbolising your break with the boring past. Come to think of it I think I’ll do the same, shave my cock and balls I mean. So much neater and who wants pubic hair in their cornflakes?”

And that was that — the beginning of their new life in rather a different way than they had anticipated, but having taken the plunge Anne and George decided to embrace whatever was going to happen with enthusiasm and without reservation or a backward glance.

An hour later, their transformation complete, they stepped out of their tent naked and unashamed, and set out to explore the campsite, quite blatantly enjoying the new sensation of being looked at and even more, looking at the delights on show all around them. Their new life had truly begun in earnest, a life of freedom and ultimately, total abandonment to the pleasures of the flesh.

As they wandered around, George noticed that most people carried natty little handbags on cords slung round their necks. He had wondered what one did with one’s money and other essentials like a handkerchief when one had no pockets to put them in, so he was pleased to see a good range on sale in the campsite shop. They also found that there was a restaurant with an excellent choice of food, as well as a bar, and while they were there they made a dinner reservation for that evening.

When they came to the swimming pool they decided to have a dip, as it had become rather warm. Relaxing on one of the poolside loungers after their swim, George watched with interest as Anne became more comfortable with her nakedness. At first she kept her legs firmly together, but soon she started to relax and before long her freshly shaven pussy was on full display. George was unexpectedly aroused when it became clear that she was beginning to enjoy the flagrant stares of other men at her body, some of whom were sporting erections. For her part, Anne found it flattering that even at her age, men should find her sexually desirable.

George’s eye was caught in particular by two very pretty girls. One of them had very prominent inner labia, something that he secretly found exciting and although he tried not to stare, he noticed that she spread her legs a little wider when she realised he was looking at her, and at one stage she casually stroked her mound, looking pointedly at his cock.

“So this was what was meant by allowable sexual activity,” he thought, rather glad that he had kept in trim at the gym. In fact he was rather proud of his body, which compared quite favourably with many of the other men there in his opinion, and not just the older and more mature ones. At first he had tried not to get an erection but as it seemed quiet acceptable, he gave up the struggle which drew interested looks from several ladies, including the pretty girl with the inviting pussy.

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