Loving The Moment - Sex Stories

Loving The Moment

... how good you are at that.”

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They had been driving for hours, stopping en route for a coffee at a lakeside restaurant. The motorhome purred along sweetly, the air-con moderating the temperature inside the spacious cabin.

“Where are you going?” Katrine asked as Natalie was heard to unhook her seat belt.

“To the toilet, mother!”

“Just be careful. The road is twisty and we’ll soon be at our stop for the night.”

Natalie sighed. She had agreed to go on this jaunt, she who was a young woman past her eighteenth birthday and still going on a ‘family’ holiday. She was glad to have brought some books along for her to read. There was only so much swimming, playing games, and hiking or mountain biking for her to take. Her brother, Dion, smiled up at her as she passed him before he returned to looking at his iPhone, his fingers tapping out texts to whoever was his latest girl, or girls. He never could stay true to just one.

Trees were to be seen rushing past as she gazed up, through the large skylight her father had fitted and was placed between the solar panels that provided much of the motorhome’s electricity.

She knew that her father had worked his magic on their motorhome, the small seating area behind the driver and passenger seats also part of a dining space and kitchen with all mod-cons. Close by were bunk beds that folded down from behind the wipe-down walls that lined much of the subtle but bright interior. Go past the cramped shower room with its toilet ...

... and basin and you come to the door that leads into her parent's room with its large bed.

She had found it impossible to say ‘no’ to travelling with them, just as Dion had done, but she had dreaded being cooped up in this wheeled ‘home from home’ for so long as they explored a vast area of the countryside all around where they lived, and where she and Dion had their friends. She had already endured having to hear her parents making out, as they had done on their first night out on the road, and you never quite knew what to expect at the next stop-over, whether it was a track off the main road or the holiday sites that were so well-run and had every amenity; swimming pools, water parks but scaled down versions of them, chalets, sanitaire blocks with washrooms and shower cubicles for both sexes, a bar and restaurant where those who were staying could meet and make new friends.

Natalie clung to whatever she could hold as her father manouevred the motorhome over the narrow lanes, the overhanging branches sometimes brushing the roof.

“Is it far now?” she asked and heard her parents laugh. “Okay...okay, so I’ve reminded you of what I said when I was a kid!”

She laughed too.

All of them had to get along, even if there would be limited privacy, something she found frustrating and had told her mother about. The bathroom was too small to get dressed in so you were bound to be seen doing so by the others, although her parents had their nest.

“Don’t worry so and enjoy the ...