Chapter 2

In the shower block that morning I finished my shower, shaved and shouted across to Jenny, whom I could hear drying her hair on the other side of the male/female partition. I shouted where I was going next and wandered out from the wash room block further into the camp buildings complex to explore. I found a nice café there which was clean and reasonable. Jenny caught me up in there as I was devouring a bacon sandwich and a strong coffee. She ordered a coffee then sat down too.

“Don’t you want any toast or anything with it?” I prompted her.

“Shit no, I’m far too fragile, what the hell was I drinking that got me this bad?”

“Before, or after those half dozen malt whiskies in that last pub?”I laughed. She groaned and held her head in both hands.

“My God, no wonder I was pissed, I didn’t make a real arsehole of myself did I?

“No, you were ok in the Pub, well mostly”, I added. “I almost carried you back here. Then I got your real arsehole in the camper after you started acting ‘slutty’. You told me to open some Prosecco, drank a huge glass then passed out cold, so I just turned you over on the day couch and took my chance for a nice tight fuck.”

“No you didn’t,” she laughed, slapping me, “Anyway you don’t like that anal sex stuff much, I already know that.” Leaning closer and whispering now, added, “But you did have my pussy you randy bugger, I woke up knickerless and leaking this morning, bloody sore too, so what did you do? Was I really acting slutty?” I could tell by her interested tone and the look in her eyes this was heading for my encore.

“Oh yes, you were, playing a naughty girl with your own pussy before you passed out,” I lied. She looked thoughtful as I added, “But how do you know it was only just me watching you masturbate last night, or what happened after you had passed out cold?” As she pulled a puzzled face I whispered again, “Hey, c’mon Jenny, you’ve already commented about those loose curtains not fitting and fantasised about someone outside watching us. That last site in the Lake District I mean, when we packed up to leave and saw all those big footprints in the mud outside the main window. It was blatantly obvious someone had been outside watching us play pussy games. You can’t deny the thought of strangers watching your naughty antics with that coke bottle the night before really turned you on. You were still talking sexy about ‘doggers’ watching you play all the way up here with your hand down your pants teasing me as I drove, and getting even more excited that the trucks we passed might look down and see you doing it, you can’t deny that.”

“I was winding you up a bit, but yes I suppose I did,” she said pulling a guilty face, “But I remember that night I was just a bit tipsy on Prosecco, not passed out cold, anyway,” she added, “I didn’t see many ‘doggers’ lurking around this site did you?

“True, yes its really quiet but I suppose there might easily have been someone about last night who glanced in through our window and saw you stroking your own clit, someone just taking his dog for a late night walk perhaps?”