Chapter 5

It was Sunday and the start of their second week at the campground.

A little after five o’clock, Sharon gathered the kids together and took them into town to do grocery shopping. When they returned to their campsite, they saw an Airstream and a black truck parked at the adjacent campsite.

Tim started the fire while Sharon took out the hotdogs and two cans of beans she had planned to have for dinner. Just as they sat down at the picnic table to eat, a man and a teenage girl stepped out of the Airstream with a plate of what looked like steak, mashed potatoes, and string beans. They sat at their picnic table and started to eat. For some reason, Sharon felt compelled to keep glancing over to see if a woman would come out and eat with them.

Tim was putting the onions and mustard on his second hotdog. Sharon didn’t see anyone else come out of the Airstream. Out of habit — Sharon tried to see if he wore a wedding band, but she was too far away. Sharon tried not to smile as she watched Tim try not to look conspicuous as he watched the teenage girl. Of course, Grace did not miss where her brother’s eyes were looking. She giggled and smacked him on the bicep with the back of her hand. Then whispered just loud enough that Billy and Sharon could hear, “Pervert.”

Tim smiled and took a bite of his hotdog.

They were cleaning up after dinner when the gentleman must have caught Sharon’s eye as she glanced at him. He nodded and smiled. Sharon smiled back and nodded at what she thought was a very handsome man. He took that as a friendly gesture and walked over and introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Robert Baxter.”

Sharon noted the lack of a wedding ring, “Sharon Kingsley.” Sharon gestured to her kids, “Tim, Billy and Grace. All mine.” Sharon thought it was best to get that out of the way.

Robert turned slightly and gestured toward his Airstream, “Pamela, my one and only. She’s a bit shy at first. I guess we are going to be neighbors. How long are you staying?”

“We are here for another week. You?”

“Two weeks if the weather holds. As I said, Pam is a bit shy. I brought some board games. Would your kids like to come over and play games with Pam? Maybe you and I could have a beer? Or wine, if you prefer.”

Sharon couldn’t help but think, handsome, single and confident. My kind of guy, “What do you say, kids? Want to make a new friend.”

Of course, Tim was all for it, “Yeah, Ma, sounds like fun.”

Sharon and the kids followed Mr. Baxter over to the Airstream.

Pam was overwhelmed at first by the influx of three new kids to get to know. But after an hour of playing Crazy Eights, she was having fun. Sharon and Robert sat far enough away in folding chairs not to be intrusive but close enough to tell when it was time for the kids to say good night. It was getting late when Sharon saw Billy was falling asleep and needed to go to bed. She drained the last bit of wine from her glass. She walked over to the picnic table and said, “Okay, guys, help Pam clean up, then it’s time for bed. As they cleaned up, Grace asked Pam, “Do you want to collect sea shells with us tomorrow morning?” Pam looked at her father. When he nodded, Pamela said she would love to go. They set a time to meet.

They all had their windbreakers on the following morning and headed for the beach. Tim flirted with Pam, but Grace could tell she wasn’t picking up on the signals. Or she was very good at ignoring him. She found Tim’s crush amusing.

For the next three days, the kids collected shells, played in the surf, built sand castles and played board games and cards at night.

Tim’s flirting may not have made much of an impression on Pam. However, Sharon and Robert certainly felt some vibes as they shared their life stories while sitting on the beach. They stood close with a gentle touch to an arm or shoulder every now and then. The kids were busy building a sand castle, claiming it would be bigger than the last one. As they sat together on the beach blanket, Robert’s fingers touched the back of Sharon’s hand and didn’t move away. They looked at each other and smiled. Sharon turned her hand palm up and interlaced her fingers with Roberts.

Robert glanced at the kids. They were not paying any attention to him or Sharon. He used the only excuse he could think of to spend time alone with Sharon, “I could use some help preparing supper for tonight. You and the kids are invited.”

Sharon knew the look he was giving her, “Yes, we should get started. I’m sure the kids will amuse themselves for at least another hour.” Sharon slipped on her blouse and shorts that she had worn over her two-piece bathing suit. Robert wore only his bathing suit and baseball cap.

Sharon and Robert walked over to the kids and told them they were going back to start preparing dinner and they would call them when it was time to come up for dinner. The kids barely acknowledged them as they worked on their castle. Billy ran to get another pail of water.

As soon as Robert shut and locked the door of the Airstream behind them, they were in each other’s arms, kissing. Robert had his hand under Sharon’s blouse, where there was plenty of flesh to touch and caress as they kissed. Their hands started to explore more than exposed flesh.

When Robert felt her breasts, Sharon felt free to run her fingers over his bathing suit to find his cock. She kissed Robert with passion when she found it hard and ready. Today wasn’t even what she could call a first date. There were only three days left of her vacation. If he wanted her, she would have him. Maybe she would never see him again. Sharon had no expectations of a lasting relationship. It felt good to feel free to have a fling with a very handsome man. If something came of it, well, okay. If not, it was no great loss. She had her boys.

Still holding on to each other, they made their way to the bed. They fell onto the bed without even bothering to pull back the covers. Sharon unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Sharon pushed her shorts and bathing suit bottom down with both hands and kicked them off. Robert was removing his bathing suit. There was a sense of excitement and nervousness that only came when having sex with someone for the first time. As they kissed, they each had a hand between the legs of the other, touching, feeling, each gauging the other’s arousal. Even though Sharon was wet and Robert was hard, they spent almost fifteen minutes kissing and touching.

“You’re a lovely woman, Sharon. I was attracted to you the first time I saw you.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to get me in bed.”

Robert squeezed Sharon’s pussy, “It worked.”

“So it did.” Sharon gave Robert’s cock a gentle tug, “Come on, I have waited three days for this.”

“Can you wait just a few minutes more?” Robert kissed his way down her abdomen and kissed her pussy.”

“Oh yes, Rob. I can wait for a very long time.”

Robert sucked in the outer lip and licked her vulva. He probed with his tongue to explore the inner walls of her vagina. Sharon was already moaning as Robert saught her clit. Sharon’s hips jerked as her fingers grasped the blankets when he licked the nub that hid under the hood. Sensing her pleasure, Robert increased his effort to bring her to orgasm. His hands slipped under her and squeezed her butt cheeks. Sharon arched her back, forcing her head into the pillow as she felt her orgasm build and try to capture Robert’s tongue. It was only seconds before Sharon felt her pussy spasm and the warmth flow down her thighs and up to her chest. Her legs jerked as she tried to relax and will her heartbeat to slow. She smiled when Robert moved up to kiss her with his wet lips. She took him into her arm and kissed him, “Your turn Rob, Fuck me.”

Robert rubbed his cock on her wet pussy and pushed it in to do as she had asked. They both moaned as Robert pushed his cock deep into her pussy. Knowing Sharon already had an orgasm, Robert started slow, often kissing Sharon and whispering endearments. Sharon sensed what he was doing and knew she was in the arms of an expert lover who would give her another orgasm. Sharon was close when Robert started to pound her pussy to reach his own release. Sharon’s moan was almost a shriek as she orgasmed for the second time. Robert shook the bed in his frantic race to release. The Airstream rocked as Robert let out an animalist growl when he released three days of pent-up cum deep in Sharon’s pussy.

The kids all sat back and admired their handy work. They declared their sand castle finished. Then, they all stood up with arms outstretched and held hands in a circle around the sand castle. Tim smiled and said, “Ready?” Billy, Grace and Pam nodded. “one ... two ... THREE!”

They all jumped in the air and came down on the sand castle walls. They laughed and stomped the crenelated walls and towers until nothing remained of their creation. Why not? The tide would destroy it before morning. They could always build another one tomorrow.

That was when Tim asked, “How long do you think it’s going to be before dinner. I’m getting hungry.”

“Me too. Do you want to go and check?” Pam replied.

“Might as well. I think I’m done for the day.” Tim added.

Grace said, “I’m getting a little pink. I should go back too.”

Tim went over and took the beach umbrella down. Grace and Pam folded the beach blanket. Everyone picked up their towels. Billy carried the plastic pail and shovels.

Grace giggled as they approached the Airstream, “I don’t think they are making dinner.” It was easy to discern the muffled sound of passion and sex coming from the back of the Airstream.

Tim and Billy were smiling. Pam looked horrified.

“Your mother is fucking my dad, and you’re not upset? What is wrong with you?”

“Hey Pam, what’s the big deal if our mom likes your dad? And it sounds like your dad likes what they’re doing.”

“How can you be so gross? That’s my dad in there with your slut of a mother.”

There was dead silence as Billy watched his big brother’s neck get red. Then he heard a loud slap. Pam was holding her cheek, looking very surprised and about to cry. Grace had given her a good one right across her cheek.

Grace got right in Pam’s face. “Don’t you call our mother a slut ever again. She is the best mother in the whole world, and to think I was just starting to like you.”

Pam ran to the Airstream and tried to open the door. It was locked. She pounded on the door. “Let me in. Daddy, let me in right now. That bitch Grace hit me.”