Loving The Moment - Sex Stories

Loving The Moment

Matis called out to his wife and asked her to let their son and daughter know that the motorhome, which he had spent so much time renovating and cleaning, was finally ready for inspection.

The silver-grey bodywork gleamed, the windows were all polished, and along with that, its streamlined shape remained a wonder to him to behold. He had bought the German-made vehicle on the cheap following a Limoges dealership going bankrupt. The motorhome was second-hand and had been in a poor state at the time and, as the months passed, the vehicle had become an obsession for him to restore and add a few of his personal touches and improvements.

“Katrine, you have a look around it first. I’ll go hurry up Natalie and Dion!”

“Okay, darling,” she laughs in response to his obvious enthusiasm, “I’ll do as you ask of me, although I have been helping you make a few design changes and clean it all up.”

What she called the master bedroom, at the back of the vehicle, now had a raised double bed with storage drawers installed underneath and discreet lighting to make it feel like a love nest. If she was to travel, sleep in it, and also meet her husband’s frequent claims upon her, then she wanted to do so in comfort and privacy.

“Sorry, I know that I couldn’t have gotten this far without you,” he replied and drew close before putting an arm around her and nuzzling a kiss to her cheek. His Katrine had indulged him over the time of the vehicle’s restoration and she had been glad that ...

... their home, on the edge of the city, had room for it to be stored out of sight, and under cover, as he worked on it. “I’m just glad that it’s ready in time for the summer break. We can go exploring and spend three weeks in any place that we choose to stop at and have familiar things around us. I’m leaving it to you to make it feel like a ‘home from home’.”

He was intent on exploring the Dordogne and beyond at a restful pace, enjoying walks through the forests, seeing the lakes and cliffs that lined the rivers, going swimming, and exploring the chateaus. He hoped that his country’s architectural history night yet register with his teenage son and daughter. Natalie was getting on for nineteen and would go to college in the autumn; Dion would do the same in a year or so. Then he and Katrine would have more time for themselves and he would ease up on his work.

“Off you go and get Natalie and Dion,” Katrine commanded, with a smile, as she stepped onto the bottom tread of the access steps and tugged on the door latch. “You know that they’ll need some persuading to come with us on the trip you’re planning, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, and as you keep on reminding me.”

Katrine saw his lips stiffen in annoyance with what she had suggested, his craggy features aging him. She reached out to brush back his mop of greying hair, the fringe on his forehead poking up rebelliously.

“I’m sure that they will come with us, chéri. They need some persuading, that’s all, and I’ve always known ...