2 Holiday surprise - Sex Stories

2 Holiday surprise

... that walking would have proved tricky and not a little embarrassing. Fortunately I could see from my position on my dune a fair view of the beach, as well as the goings on in the little alcove the f****y had chosen, they could not see or be seen by anyone not wandering in the dunes, way off the well worn paths as I had been. I began to sketch the view, not that I had a lot of interest in the view but more as a valid reason to stay in my vantage point. The f****y quietly continued with their activities, the lady returning the favour with the lad who I now knew as “Trevor” by burying her face in his crotch, while father closed his eyes in the afterglow of his orgasm, lay back and relaxed in the sun while his wife and son took their pleasure of one another only feet away. It was all fairly surreal, rather like watching a personal porn show. The lad didn`t last long, her cheeks suddenly filling like a hamster with a face full of food, as he groaned loudly. She swallowed the lot, licking her lips as if she had just finished the most delicious meal, before collapsing back on her towel with a satisfied groan. Walking would have been on the totally impossible list for me now as my penis was so stiff I was having trouble keeping the sketch pad resting on the bag against my knees. Trevor leapt up and grabbing a towel set off for a swim, I watched him run down the beach and drop the towel before diving headlong into the surf. His mother prodded her husband awake and he set off to the ...

... beach cafe for ice cream`s, which he did returning a short time later and presenting the fast softening cones to his wife and newly returned son like some lover presenting an engagement ring to his intended. She received the offering without comment, and quickly consumed the proffered ice in the same manner she had worked on her sons penis, It was all too much for me and I spontaneously washed the inside of my underpants while pretending to rub out the last pencil work. To my disgust the rest of the afternoon passed without incident, the f****y packing up and leaving after an hour or so, all three nodding in greeting as they passed my vantage point. I soon wandered off back to the camp site, where my wife was cooking local caught fish over the barbeque! The next day after taking the wife to the local shops I again set off to sketch, in the hope of another sighting of the lovely lady and her f****y. I went straight to the pub and was soon sitting in the corner with paper and pint. At the stroke of noon the f****y reappeared, “Trevor” and his mother hand in hand and dad trailing behind as usual, they nodded a greeting, they then sat in their window and dad fetched his wife cold lager in a tall glass and a shandy apiece for himself and the boy. Before the men had had a couple of mouthful s the lady had sent dad back to the bar for another lager and this process went on for an hour. I surmised the lady had a body like a tanker, her men-folk having consumed just the first pint to ...