The problem with body clocks is that there is no ‘holiday mode’. Mine was set for 6 a.m. every day and it worked well, except I was on holiday and really didn’t want to get up so early. OK we were in France and locally it was seven o’clock, but even that was too early. It was certainly too early for my wife, comfortably asleep beside me, snuggled down in the opened sleeping bags we’d used to cover ourselves up, and when I’d thought to pass the time with a little love-making, sliding my hand round her to fondle a breast, I’d been severely rebuffed.

So I lay there, on my back in our tent waiting for life outside to begin. I contemplated a wank, but two things mitigated against that, firstly my wife would not have been impressed, she seemed to think, quite rightly perhaps, that she had proprietary rights over my penis, and secondly the niggling sensation in my bladder, courtesy of the beers I’d drunk the night before.

I was going to have to get up and have a pee, but then I remembered where the toilets were and groaned inwardly. Not for me slipping into the bathroom, oh no, we’d decided to rekindle our younger days and have a camping holiday in the South of France. The kids were still away at university and we’d headed off in our car, making for a campsite we’d been to before, conveniently situated a short stroll from the beach and with a great pool on site.

Our tent was at the end of an avenue of similar ones, already set up, and although it was a lovely setting, right at the edge of the site, it suffered from being a good couple of hundred yards away from the shower and toilet block. I’d have to pull on some clothes and trudge over there and back again, and by the time I’d done that I’d be well and truly awake.

A thought impinged on my consciousness, why not just have a pee behind the tent, there were only bushes, it was not overlooked by anyone, and who was to know? I rolled carefully off the inflatable air mattress so as not to disturb Sarah, and pulled on a pair of loose shorts. I slowly unzipped the tent and peered out, a typical South of France morning in early July, a very slight chill in the air, more of a freshness, and aside from the twittering of some birds, silence.

Once I was up I realised I wasn’t going to get back to bed, so set the kettle on the gas stove to make some tea and headed between the tents to the bushes. A quick glance round me and I pulled down the front of my shorts and holding my cock in my hand began to pee, the stream of yellowish liquid arcing out in front of me, just a hint of steam rising from it.

Two shakes and it was back in, just as I heard the kettle boiling. I debated briefly making a cuppa for Sarah, but peering into our bedroom I could see she was still fast asleep so made just the one cup, taking it outside and putting it on the table, then sat down and slumped back in my chair. I took in my surroundings, we’d been here for a couple of days now and were starting to settle in, we were on nodding terms with a few of our neighbours, mostly people of a similar age to ourselves, the smaller kids were of course still at school, with a few younger couples scattered about.

I ran my eye over the tents, mentally running through the occupants in my mind, wondering what they were doing, perhaps even a few were having sex, especially the younger ones. I smiled, remembering when we’d been eager for sex several times a day, not that there was anything wrong with our sex life, Sarah had a libido to match mine, but we didn’t do it nearly as often as we used to.

There was one tent whose occupants I didn’t know, they’d arrived the day before, another couple, and although we’d smiled at them as they unpacked we hadn’t spoken yet. That was one of the things I liked about camping, the genuine friendliness of everyone. As I surveyed the scene the zip of the newcomers’ tent opened and a head poked out, it was the woman who’d arrived yesterday. Initial impressions were that they were both very pleasant and I looked forward to meeting them properly.

The flap opened completely and she stepped out, another early riser like myself I thought, and prepared to smile or wave to her, but although she seemed to look in my direction her eyes just passed over me. I could see she was just wearing a tee shirt that came down just to her hips, and what looked like a pair of panties, but what caught my attention were two very prominent lumps in her top, clearly the morning air had impacted severely on her nipples.

She looked around then went between her tent and the one next to her, and then to my amazement, hooked her thumbs in her panties and dragged them down as she squatted in the grass. I couldn’t see anything, but it was obvious what she was doing and despite myself I could feel my cock starting to stiffen. My hand went automatically to it and started to squeeze it, imagining her pussy exposed to view, pee squirting from between her lips.

Women peeing had always been a bit of a fetish of mine, Sarah and I peed openly in front of each other, and it always turned me on, even after all these years. I watched as she bobbed up and down a couple of times, then as she stood up she pulled her panties up, just giving me a glimpse of a hairy muff, before it disappeared and she turned back.

It was at that moment that she saw me and I worried that she’d scream blue murder, but she just smiled and with a coy wave went back into her tent, doing up the zip behind her. I realised I was almost wanking and sheepishly pulled my hand away. I drained the last few drops of tea and made my way back inside. I couldn’t quite see into our bedroom, but there were some quiet little grunts and groans coming from it so moved into the doorway.

Sarah was on her back, she’d pulled the sleeping bag off her and I could see she had a hand up inside her tee shirt nightie, clearly fondling her breast. Her other hand was between her legs, she’d pulled her panties down, leaving them draped round one ankle and she was busy sawing two fingers in and out of her pussy.

It was a magnificent sight, one to which I was treated often, she’d shaved most of her pubes off for the holiday and her pussy slit was plainly visible, glistening from the juices dribbling out of her.

“Where’ve you been? I woke up horny and you weren’t there so I started on my own. Why don’t you come her and put that bulge in your shorts to good use?” She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and spread her legs wide apart in a clear invitation and grinning, I dropped my shorts and knelt between her legs, pushing a couple of fingers into her warm, wet tunnel.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” she murmured, “but what I want is your cock.” She reached forward and grasped it, then pulled me towards her, drawing me down until I was just brushing against her opening. Our eyes met and I pushed forward, seeing them widen as I entered her, my cock parting her lips, sliding easily deep within her. Two kids and she was still nice and tight, and I could feel her using her pussy muscles to squeeze me as I began to drive in and out of her.

I don’t know how long she’d been masturbating but I sensed from the way her body was responding that she wasn’t far off her orgasm and I concentrated on pounding hard into her. She was pushing back hard against me, our bodies slapping together, harder and faster, then with a little cry I could feel her cumming, that tightening of her pussy, the little familiar whimpers coming from her throat as her fingers dug into my back.

I felt her relax and resumed my steady pumping, feeling my own arousal growing, my orgasm approaching, starting deep inside me. I knew she wouldn’t want me cumming inside her, we’d fallen into the habit of showering at the end of the day, and although we both loved the feeling of me cumming deep in her pussy, the inconvenience of my cum oozing out of her all day when she was only wearing a swimsuit was too much.

So I’d got into the habit of pulling out just as I came, and she would grasp my cock, her hand acting as a substitute pussy. Realising I was about to cum I pulled out, but today she rolled me quickly off her, onto my back and bent her head down to take my cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around me and squeezing the base of my shaft with her hand.

I started to cum, expecting her to pull me from her, but she just held me inside, my cock spurting in her mouth as I saw her throat working to swallow my spunk. Four or five times I spurted, then stopped as she slid me out of her mouth, her lips slipping sensuously round the crown as I came free. “What have I done to deserve that?” I asked.

“That was for letting me sleep in, and for making me a nice cup of tea.”

“But I didn’t make you one!”

“No but you’re just about to!” She lay back her pussy still exposed, her fingers just toying with it as I reluctantly got up and made my way out into the awning area, pulling my shorts back on, to make a couple more cups. “Why did you have a hard-on?” she asked. I contemplated telling her of the woman in the tent over the way, but decided not to, so explained I’d seen her earlier and that had started me off.

“Bugger, that tea will have to wait a minute, I need a pee before I can drink any more,” she complained, “I’ll have to go over to the loos.”

“Why not just go behind the tent, I did this morning, it’s quite discreet, and there’s no-one about.” I explained. She looked at me and got up, then peered outside, holding her hand over her bare pussy.

“Come with me,” she instructed, “and keep a look out.” We crept out of the doorway and she scampered round to the back of the tent and squatted down as I pretended to look around, although I did more looking at her pussy than anywhere else. I watched as a few dribbles escaped her lips, then a steadier stream until it was finally gushing out of her. She looked up at me and smiled, then opened her legs wider to give me a better look.

“How well I know you,” she laughed as my cock twitched. I pulled a tissue from my pocket and handed it to her, she took it and wiped the last few drops, then scurried back into the tent to find her panties and put them on.

While she was sorting out the tent I went to the shop to buy some fresh croissants. As I stood in the queue I recognised the woman in front of me as the woman I’d seen peeing earlier. She turned and recognised me. “Oh, hello, we meet again, only this time I’ve got more clothes on. I hope you weren’t offended this morning, but I was bursting and it’s just too far to go to the toilets.”

“No, not at all,” I replied, “in fact if you’d been five minutes earlier you would have seen me doing the same thing.”

“Well that would have been interesting, perhaps we’ll see each other tomorrow morning then.”

I left the comment at that, wondering what if anything there was in it, and we bought our breakfast and ambled back to our tents. She told me her name was Emma and she was there with her husband Richard. I reciprocated with our names and we parted with a cheery “See you tomorrow!” from her.

“Who was that Matt?” asked my wife as I deposited the croissants on the table.

“Oh, just our new neighbours, Richard and Emma, they seem very nice, well she does, I haven’t met him yet.” She gave me a look and we sat down to breakfast. We decided to spend the morning at least around the pool, we both liked the beach, but it could get too much sometimes, the sand, the noise and the constant movement and the pool was a more tranquil place normally.

We found a spot and dropped our towels on two sunbeds, then Sarah reached behind her and unsnapped her top. I watched as her boobs spilled out, admiring them as ever. “What?” she asked.

“Nothing dear, just admiring your tits and wondering if you needed any help in putting your sun cream on today.

“Only on my back pervert!” she laughed.

There were plenty of bare breasts to admire and one or two rather risqué swim suits, barely covering bums and pussies and my eyes were constantly wandering, a fact not missed by Sarah who knew me all too well. There were also quite a few men wearing speedo budgie smugglers and I noticed that Sarah’s eyes followed them around. One or two of them looked positively obscene, but that was just my opinion! “Come on,” she sat up and smacked me playfully on the leg, “let’s go and have some lunch before you burst. “ She put her top back on and we went over to the snack bar to get some sandwiches and a drink.

“Let’s go to the beach this afternoon,” I suggested, “it’s not too hot and we’ve not really explored it yet.” Sarah agreed and after lunch we walked back to our tent to pick up some more water and refresh our towels. As we went inside Sarah turned to me and pulled me into a big hug, then a kiss as her hand slid down the front of my shorts to grasp my growing cock. “What’s this for?” I asked as she tugged my shorts down and started to stroke me.

“I’ve spent the morning surrounded by all those cocks and I wanted to hold the one that belongs to me,” she stated. I grinned and slipped my hand down the front of her bikini bottom, my fingers sliding into her slit and then her pussy, finding her deliciously wet and warm. We stood there, masturbating each other, our arousal growing in tandem, then suddenly I was cumming, my prick spurting in front of me as Sarah’s expert hands drained every drop from me.

She pulled away from me, my fingers slipping from her pussy and yanked her bottoms down, then slumping on a chair began to frig herself, fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, her other hand fapping at her clit until she too was convulsing as her orgasm swept through her.

She relaxed and sat back “Well that scratched an itch, and should keep your cock under control for a few hours.” We pulled our clothes back on and set off hand in hand for the beach. It wasn’t too crowded, and we found an area where we could settle comfortably, there were a couple of vacant towels with no-one around so assumed they had perhaps gone for lunch or a siesta and spread ourselves out near them.

We lay back, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on our bodies, and I allowed my mind to start to drift, thinking a short post lunch snooze would go down well, when I was brought back from my reverie by the sound of people nearby. I opened my eyes to see a couple standing by the vacant towels, bodies glistening with water, clearly just back from a dip in the sea. They picked up spare towels and began to dry themselves, the woman was topless and I watched as she ran her hands over her breasts, the soft flesh squashing and moulding under her touch. Even with the benefit of my mid-day wank my cock twitched.

I watched through half opened eyes as she grasped the waist of her bikini bottoms and pulled them down, her triangular muff coming into view as she peeled them off and began to dry between her legs. What was a twitch in my cock became a lurch as I started to get hard, my eyes scarcely able to believe what they were seeing.

She reached into a bag and pulled out some dry bottoms and slipped them on, as she did she turned towards me and I saw that it was our new neighbour. Our eyes met and she smiled, “Oops, I seem to have done it again!” Her face clouded and she asked, “You’re not stalking me are you?” I began to bluster my innocence when I saw her eyes sparkle as she laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m only joking. I presume this is Sarah?”

My wife had been watching the exchange and sat up offering her hand to her as I stood and introduced myself to her husband, Richard, I recalled. “Ah, my wife’s early morning companion,” he said and I wondered just what she’d told him. Fortunately Sarah didn’t pick up on that as she and Emma started to chatter away.

Emma and Richard settled down and we lay in companionable silence for a while, then the two women started chatting again and soon we were all sitting up, talking. I couldn’t help but notice how similar the women’s breasts were, about the same size and shape, although Emma’s nipples were slightly more protuberant. Richard seemed a really nice guy and the afternoon passed quickly, fortunately, or unfortunately they didn’t go for any more dips in the water so I was spared any more looks at Emma’s pussy.

As the afternoon came to an end, we packed up and strolled back to the site, all of us heading for the showers, calling in at our tents for towels and shampoo etc. The women went in together as did Richard and I, there was a mixture of open plan and cubicles, and I found myself next to him as we soaped ourselves all over. His cock didn’t seem any bigger than mine, although things could change when erect, but at least I didn’t feel outdone.

Needless to say we were finished long before the women and we walked back to wait for them. “Fancy a beer?” he asked and we sat down by his tent to wait, drinking from the small French bottles, passing the time talking football, cricket and politics, typical man conversation. Emma and Sarah appeared about fifteen minutes later, deep in conversation and Richard offered them both some wine which they accepted and we sat around the outside table.

Emma suggested we all ate together, and we readily agreed, picking a small restaurant just outside the campsite, both Emma and Sarah changing into sundresses, Richard and I sticking to shorts and polo shirts. It was a very pleasant evening, the conversation flowed as did the wine and we were all in a mellow mood as we got back to our tents. “Nightcap?” I offered as we stopped by our tent.

Soon the beer and wine was flowing again, no-one was drunk, just pleasantly laid-back. I noticed Sarah had become quiet, then she stood up and excused herself, saying she had to go for a wee. “I’ll come with you,” said Emma, “but I’m not going all the way over to the loos, let’s go behind the tents, I did this morning, it’s quite OK.”

Sarah looked at her and giggled, “So did I.” Laughing they disappeared behind the tents, and Richard and I rolled our eyes. “If you said you were hoping to join me for a piss, I’d run a mile.” he joked. We sat in silence, and my mind turned to the thought of two bare pussies peeing not three yards from where we sat, one I was intimately familiar with, the other I’d merely caught glimpses of, enough to whet my appetite for more, but...

They re-appeared, straightening their dresses, “That’s better,” they chorused as we resumed our conversation.

It was quite late when we broke up, hugging and kissing each other and made our way into our separate tents. Sarah zipped up our outside door, and went into our bedroom as I followed, closing the zip behind us. “Well that was a very pleasant evening,” Sarah commented, “you’re right, they are both very nice.” She turned to me and peeled her dress over her head, her breasts falling free, and then slipped her panties off, sliding under the opened sleeping bags. Silently she watched as I undressed then as I slid in beside her she took me in her arms and pulled me tight into her.

“Now I want what I’ve been gagging for all evening.” Her hand found my cock and started to stroke it as I fondled her breast, our lips meeting in a kiss, tender at first then with increasing passion, tongues swirling in the other’s mouth. She rolled me away, then sat up her leg swinging over my head as she lowered her pussy onto my mouth. “Kiss me,” she commanded as I stared up at her bare pussy. Grasping her buttocks, I pressed my lips to her, pushing and probing with my tongue as she rocked to and fro, her slit sliding over my mouth.

I could taste the juices seeping from her, fresh on my tongue, spreading over my face. Although breathing wasn’t the easiest in this position I loved it, loved the sight and the taste and the intimacy of it, and perhaps just a little, being dominated. Sarah began to slide with increasing vigour and it became more difficult, but I persevered as I saw her hand slip down to her clit and begin to rub it, faster and faster and then suddenly she was pressing hard down on me, her pussy flooding as she gasped and struggle for breath. She moved backwards, her pussy sliding over my chest and stomach, her breasts falling onto my face. I grasped them and sucked her nipples into my mouth, then her face was on mine, our lips locked once more. “I can taste myself on you,” she said, her tongue rasping over my lips. I felt her hand go behind her and grasp my cock, then she was feeding it into her pussy, penetrating deep inside her as she began to grind on me.

Being sheathed in a warm, wet pussy has to be one of the finest feelings on earth, and I reached up and cupped her breasts, brushing my fingers over her nipples, feeling as though I’d died and gone to heaven. I could feel her pussy clenching me, each thrust inside accompanied by a little grunt and I guessed she wasn’t far from cumming again. I slid my hands down to her hips, guiding and helping her as I started to ram my cock hard into her, I could feel our bodies colliding, pubic bones grating.

Faster and more intensely I thrust, each lunge accompanied by a grunt from Sarah, then I heard her breathing change, short sharp breaths and then she held her breath and I could hear a wail start, rising in intensity then she was shuddering, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. I rolled her away, and slipped between her legs, my cock scarcely leaving her pussy before I was hammering into her again, our bodies crashing into each other. I could feel my orgasm rushing up as Sarah continued to moan and wail, then I was cumming, my cock erupting as never before, pumping deep inside her, blood roaring my ears, then it was gone and I collapsed onto her heaving chest, our hearts pounding. “Fuck me that was good,” croaked Sarah as we rolled apart, our fingers interlocked, “What brought that on?” We pulled the covers up over us and cuddled together, falling asleep straight away.

Sure enough I woke at my usual time, one minute asleep the next wide awake. Sarah was on her back snoring gently, the covers had slipped down and I could see her breasts, but knew that she would not be impressed if I started anything. I lay there for a bit, thinking about the previous day and Emma’s enigmatic words about ‘seeing me tomorrow’. Was it just a farewell phrase or did it have another meaning. She’d said it after I’d watched her peeing, did she mean it literally?

I didn’t want to become a peeping tom, but the prospect of some more pee action was tempting so I got up, pulled my loose shorts on, and decided to make a cup of tea, then sit back and wait. It was another fine day and I took my mug outside sitting down at our outside table. There was no movement from over the way and I sipped at the hot tea, feeling more than a little foolish, a bit like a schoolboy with a crush on a teacher.

I hadn’t had a pee and the extra liquid provided by my tea was running through me and I decided enough was enough and stood to go behind the tent. It was at that moment that the sound of a zip came from Emma’s tent and I saw her emerging from the opening. She was dressed as before in a tee shirt and panties, she waved to me and I returned the gesture, both of us standing waiting for someone else to make the first move.

Emma gestured with her hand, inviting me to go first and I turned sideways on and pulled down the front of my shorts, holding my hand round my cock, willing my bladder to relax. A stream started, arcing out in front of me, initially I focussed on where it was going, then looked across at my neighbour. She was staring at me, one hand clasped to her breast the other cupping her pussy. I could feel my cock start to grow, but managed to continue peeing until the force left it and finally even the dribbles ceased.

She watched me tuck my cock back in, then put her hands on the waistband of her panties and dragged them down. I thought she’d squat as she had the previous day, but instead she just stood there, panties in hand, naked from the waist down. I could see her pubic triangle, but was too far away to make out any further detail. She flexed her knees and to my surprise opened her legs wide so I could see her pussy, again no detail but I watched fascinated as she began to pee, a dribble then a strong stream from between her lips. I couldn’t help it, I reached inside my shorts and began to squeeze my cock which had become hard, almost openly masturbating in front of her.

She indicated for me to pull my shorts down and I did, lifting my cock out and stroking it up and down the shaft. Her stream slowed, and stopped and she took her panties and wiped up and down her slit, then stood and sauntered back to her tent, slipping in the doorway and refastening the zip, leaving me holding my cock in my hand. Sheepishly I looked around then tucked myself back in and went back to my tent.

Sarah was still asleep and although I really wanted to crawl back into bed with her and have sex, I refrained, but the feeling of my cock still hard inside my shorts was compelling. I sat down on one of the chairs and squeezed it through my shorts, then pulled the waistband down and fished it out. Immediately my hand started to stroke it, that familiar feeling running through my body, my mind conjuring up images of Emma standing semi-naked in front of me, then pee squirting from her pussy.

Faster and faster my hand flew, then I was cumming, my cock erupting in front of me as I managed to catch most of it in my hand, then grabbing some kitchen paper to mop it up. Guiltily I peered in on Sarah again and saw that she was just waking up, stretching her arms over her head exposing her bare breasts. “Oh, you’re up already,” she said, rolling off the mattress and standing naked in front of me. “I think I need a shower after last night.” She pulled on some clothes and picking up a towel and her wash things, left for the shower block.

I busied myself tidying up, and went to the on-site shop for some breakfast, setting it out just as Sarah returned accompanied by Emma. A momentary flash of panic went through my mind, wondering what they’d been talking about, but nothing was said so I assumed that Emma was being discreet about our morning encounters.

“Emma was just saying that they’re going for a hike today, apparently there’s a lovely walk that ends in a hillside lake and they wondered if we’d like to go with them. We could take some lunch and have a day away from the pool or beach.” It seemed like the offer had already been more or less accepted so I willingly agreed and we arranged to meet at about half past ten.

It wasn’t going to be a really hot day, but I was surprised when I saw Sarah slipping into a sundress, rather than a pair of shorts. “Is that wise, wouldn’t shorts be better for today.”

“No, I get too hot in shorts, it’s nice to feel the air around me sometimes, and this dress is really cool to wear.”

Richard and Emma emerged, Emma also wearing a sundress, and I got a ‘told you so’ look from Sarah. I’d put some water and a bottle of wine in a rucksack together with some French bread and cheese and shouldered it as we set off, walking in pairs. “It’s not too far apparently,” called Richard over his shoulder, “about a couple of hours, depending on stops, but I’m told it’s lovely.”

And so it proved and we ambled through wooded glades, climbing slowly upwards. Trees parted exposing glorious vistas across the hills and over the sea, white yachts scudding across the blue and I was glad that we’d made the effort. We stopped after about an hour in a really lovely glade, and rested, drinking some water, and when we resumed I found myself walking with Emma, following Richard and Sarah who were engaged in a deep conversation.

Emma hooked her arm into mine, “I enjoyed this morning,” she confided, “it really turned me on and Richard and I had some of the best sex ever.” I was a little surprised at her candour, and recalled my solitary masturbation session.

“He knows?” I asked worried.

“Of course, he doesn’t mind, in fact he said he would have liked to be there.” I couldn’t see how that would work, Sarah didn’t mind peeing in front of me, but I wasn’t sure how she’d react to doing it in front of others. We left it at that and walked on, by now swapping walking companions regularly. I was walking with Richard when we came to the lake, the last stretch had been quite steeply up hill and the girls were lagging a little bit behind. Suddenly the lake appeared and I saw that he was right, it was truly lovely, not huge, a couple of hundred yards across, bordered by a mixture of trees, rocky outcrops and some grassy banks.

“Wow!” came from both Emma and Sarah, “that is gorgeous. It would be lovely to go and swim in it after that walk.”

“Why not?” replied Emma, “there’s no-one about.”

Sarah and I looked at each other, “We haven’t brought our swimming stuff.” Thinking how remiss of us, knowing we were going to a lake and not bringing our costumes.

“Never mind, we can go in in our undies, we’ll all be the same so we won’t feel awkward.”

“I haven’t got a bra on.” countered Sarah.

“Nor have I!” came the riposte as she pulled down her the top of her sundress baring her breasts. Of course I’d seen them before, both girls had been topless at the beach, but it was still a bit of a shock. A very pleasant shock mind, as she slipped the rest of the dress off and stood there in just a pair of simple white panties. I tried to recall what Sarah was wearing, she had some thong type panties, I knew, but I hadn’t taken that much notice.