It was my Mother’s fault really, poor Mum got the blame for many things, but I can honestly lay the blame for my phobia of public toilets on her. It wasn’t a phobia as such, Mum had just made me so paranoid about the lack of hygiene in them that I found it next to impossible to use them in later life. It was alright for men, all they had to do was to fish it out, point it and pee, no need to touch anything really. Us poor ladies had to sit on the seat, well I know we could hover, then there were the taps, the dryer, the door handle, all of which just made me shudder. Take me to the Ritz, and I had actually been a couple of times, and I was fine. When it came to the average pub or restaurant I was panicking before we even set off from home.

So when my boyfriend/partner/fiancé (all he had to do was ask and the last one would be true!) suggested we went on a camping holiday in France I shuddered at the thought of not only public toilets with their smells and noises, but public showers as well!

“But you said you used to love the holidays you had with your parents when you went camping in the South of France?” he encouraged.

“That was before I knew better, anyway I did love the holidays, but I was never keen on the other bits.”

“Well how about glamping?”

“Glamping? What’s that?”

“Well it’s glamour camping. Instead of a tent you have a proper building with walls, they can be all sorts of shapes and sizes, from huts to chalets, even old traveller type caravans, and more to the point, they have their own proper toilets and showers. Look.” He produced his phone showing me some of the glamping sites, and I had to admit I was pretty impressed with the quality of some of the accommodation.

“That one looks nice,” I found myself saying, and before I knew it we had booked, two weeks in the south of France in July. We had no kids, enough money to be able to enjoy such a holiday, and despite myself I began to look forward to it. There was something about getting up out of bed and in a few paces being outside.

This place looked ideal, it was a regular campsite, with pitches for the DIY camper, mobile homes and established tents, and, it said, a few glamping huts for the ‘discerning camper’. I liked the idea of being a ‘discerning camper’ and I began to plan my wardrobe. Rob, my boyfriend said all he’d need was a posing pouch for the daytime, and a sparkly one for the evening, but he was joking, well I hoped he was joking.

None of this came cheap, we were driving down, and by the time we’d added on breakdown cover, motorway tolls, and fuel, Rob was joking that we’d be going to Benidorm next year. If he wasn’t joking he could forget about me saying ‘yes’ when he finally popped the question. The only thing that worried me slightly was, where was I going to have a pee on the way down? We weren’t going to stop overnight in a hotel, and I knew I was going to have to brave the motorway service areas.

Now even when I was a kid some of them were excellent, the bigger ones even had automatically flushing toilets, and wash basins and dryers that you didn’t even have to touch, and that was a dozen or so years ago, so I was quietly talking myself into being relaxed about the whole thing.

So I steeled myself for a quick wee at the Eurotunnel building, because I knew that the one place you did not want to go was on the Shuttle itself, then we were through and bowling down the excellent French motorway system. We’d put one of those tag things in the windscreen which meant we could go through the automatic gates and we’d just get charged later and I was beginning to really enjoy the whole thing. Rob of course knew about my fastidiousness, and he showed me a good deal of tolerance, and every time he saw a sign for ‘Services’ he’d ask if I was OK. We did stop once at a big service area and they were fine, just as I’d hoped and imagined, clean and sparkling, just very crowded. We refuelled and set off again.

The problem was that although the air con was working fine, it was still quite hot with the sun streaming through the windscreen, and I was keeping well hydrated. We approached another big service area and I said I was OK, then about twenty minutes later regretted that decision as I realised I did need to pee.

We consulted the GPS and the next ones were going to be at least an hour away, so Rob said we’d stop at the next ‘aire’. Now the ‘aires’ vary considerably, there are plenty of them, but some were pretty basic, just a parking area and some toilets, others had shops and a much grander aspect. Unfortunately the next one was a basic one.

We pulled in and parked and I looked with horror at the building enclosing the toilets, not only did it look a bit like a shed, but there were queues. He looked sympathetically at me, but I knew I was just going to have to go. He locked the car and we split up, I joined the queue and he went straight in to the gents. Well he was out minutes later and my queue had barely moved, and judging by the expression on the faces of people coming out, what was inside was not going to be good.

And so it proved, the minute I got to the doorway I knew I wouldn’t be able to go, I turned on my heel and went back to the car where Rob was waiting patiently. “OK?” he asked, “Been?”

I shook my head, “I’m just going to have to do a nature wee,” I told him. Strangely enough I had no problems peeing outdoors, it was hygiene that was the problem, not exposing myself to the elements.

He looked around and said, “Where?”

He was right, there was no cover, just some picnic benches. “By the benches,” I replied, “you’ll have to come with me as a look out and for cover.” We got out of the car and he sat at one of the benches, I sat facing him, and looking straight at him as though we were having a conversation I wiggled down my shorts and panties, pulling them right off. I opened my legs and saw his eyes go wide as my pussy was exposed to him, then I focussed hard.

First came a dribble, then a squirt, then a flow and I could feel the pressure on my bladder easing. Rob’s face was a picture, he’d seen me weeing before, we didn’t make a habit of going to the bathroom together, but we would occasionally walk in on the other, and by and large it didn’t bother us. But sitting demurely on the toilet and sitting here with my legs wide apart was a bit different, and judging by the way his hand went to his crotch and adjusted the bulge growing there, he was finding it a bit arousing.

I could hear my pee spattering down, and could see that he was staring at my pussy. Mischievously I decided to ham it up a bit and when my stream stopped I grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped myself, deliberately spreading my lips wide and giving him a really good look. I put my panties and shorts back on and we got up and walked back to the car, Rob walking awkwardly to try to hide the bulge in his shorts.

“Are you OK to drive like that or do you want me to...?” I asked.

“To what?” He asked hopefully.

“To drive of course, you didn’t think I was going to let you have sex here do you?” I grinned impishly at the deliberate misunderstanding as he got gruffly and awkwardly back behind the steering wheel.

“I’ll make it up to you when we get there.” I promised.

We learned from the experience and managed the rest of the journey without further mishap, although I did think Rob was perhaps a little disappointed. Anyhow, we pulled up at Reception and checked in.

“Ah yes, you’re booked for our new glamping pods, I’m afraid they’re a bit tucked away, but we’re planning on expanding them next year. You can drive to them to drop your luggage off, but I’m afraid you’ll have to park your car back here.” That didn’t bother us at all and we were guided round a side road, emerging into a grassy clearing surrounded by trees, a gentle slope leading down to a lake some twenty or thirty yards from two log cabins.

They weren’t particularly big, but were obviously new, with small decking areas outside, each with a couple of sun loungers. Our guide took us up to the front of one of them and opened the doors. Well, not so much doors in the conventional sense, they were full width bi-fold glass doors through which we could see the inside, principally a good sized double bed. “I’ll leave you to it then,” he said, “if you could take your car back when you’re ready that would be appreciated.”

He left, and Rob and I stood just inside and looked around. Everything looked brand new, some modest kitchen facilities and through an open door, a bathroom. I poked my head in, again everything new and clean, a lovely shower, toilet and wash basin. I came out and pulled Rob into a big hug.

“This is fabulous, I’m so glad I talked you into it!” He leaned into me and we kissed, the kiss getting a bit passionate before we broke away, realising we had other things to do before we could indulge ourselves. We unpacked and put the empty cases back in the car, then went off in search of some food and more importantly, drink. There was a supermarket on site and we bought some food, beer and wine, intending to find a hypermarket later. There was no sign of our neighbours, so we set off to explore.

The camp site was pretty big, a couple of pools, two restaurants and some snack bars and had the usual mix of holiday makers typical for that part of the world, mostly English and Dutch, aside from the French. We decided to eat in one of the restaurants, it was quite nice, nothing special, and we shared a bottle of wine. Towards the end of the meal I could see Rob was struggling to keep his eyes open, he’d driven most of the way, and was clearly feeling it.

We paid and left, wandering back through the trees to our pod, seeing next door still dark. “I wonder if there’s anyone there.” queried Rob. “Just think, we could have our own private beach and lake. We could get up to all sorts of things.” He turned and kissed me, his hand creeping up to cup my breast and I could feel my nipple getting hard in his hand and a warmth starting in my loins. We broke away and went inside, drawing the curtains over the front windows. I sat down to get my jewellery off and Rob went into the bathroom, pulling the door to.

He came out, commenting it was a bit cramped, and started to get undressed as I went in. He was right, it was a tight fit, but I relished having it all to ourselves. I peed and cleaned my teeth, so pleased that we didn’t have to use the communal facilities. I undressed, taking off my top and shorts, then released my breasts from my bra, savouring the feeling of freedom suddenly. I slipped off my panties and slid into bed, wriggling over to Rob’s side, throwing my arm over his chest, looking forward to keeping my promise, only to be greeted by a gentle snore.

A feeling of disappointment went through me, but then my heart softened, he’d driven all that way, the least I could do was let him sleep. I ran my hands over my body, sliding my hands over my breasts then down between my legs and briefly contemplated getting myself off, but decided not to disturb Rob, and turning on my side, went to sleep.

I stirred a couple of times in the night, but slept well, waking up lying on my front. Something was digging into me, something creating a nice warm fuzzy feeling and as I came to I realised that a hand was between my legs, fingers pushing into my pussy and a thumb pressing on my arsehole. This was familiar to me, Rob knew how much I loved having him play with me in this way, I loved having my arse played with and my pussy was always pleased to be stimulated by a finger or two.

I moaned my appreciation and looked over to see Rob’s smiling face. “Sorry I went to sleep last night,” he apologised, “but suddenly I wasn’t there anymore.”

“That’s OK,” I replied, turning to face him, his fingers sliding out of me, only to go straight back in as I turned, I reached down and found his cock, as hard as it ever was in the mornings, and I ran my hand up and down it. Rob rolled me onto my back and I opened my legs to allow him easy access, his fingers sliding along my slit, then up over onto my clit and back again, before slipping deep inside me. I could feel myself getting wet and when he leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth, teasing and tugging it with his lips a fresh surged went down through me.

Rob manoeuvred himself between my lips and started to slide downwards, kissing my breasts and stomach and I knew where he was heading. “I haven’t washed,” I objected.

“I don’t mind,” he replied continuing downwards.

“Sorry, but I do, I wouldn’t feel comfortable, just make love to me.”

He slid back up and I could feel his cock nudging between my legs. A minor adjustment and then it was against my pussy, pushing gently in, I could feel myself opening up to him, it felt so good, easing me apart, filling me up, sliding right in until I could feel him up against my cervix.

He began to rock his hips, slowly at first as my pussy squeezed him, fresh surges of love juice easing the way until we were moving together, his cock thrusting deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. A hand cupped my breast, our lips met and our tongues slid and slithered round inside our mouths. I just loved it when we made love like this, yes it was fun using different positions, but Rob on top of me, his cock buried deep inside my pussy was how I liked it best, I felt so close to him.

I could feel his tempo change, thrusting harder and then I felt him cumming, his cock spurting deep inside me, hot and powerful against my cervix, one day that would be making a baby I thought, our baby, but not now, now was just for enjoyment. I hadn’t cum, I didn’t always, screaming multiple orgasms were just for porn, what I loved was that lovely warm loving feeling.

Rob rolled away and I cuddled up to him, his hand cupping my breast. I kissed him, “I love you,” I murmured. We lay together for a while, then he stirred, “Sorry I need a pee.” He rolled out of bed and my eyes followed him into the bathroom. He lifted the seat of the toilet and I saw him hold his cock in his hand and a steam of pee shot out of the end, arcing down into the bowl.

Our eyes met, “Revenge for making me watch yesterday,” he said. Surprisingly I felt a little twinge of excitement in my pussy, something about that intimate act was triggering a response inside me and a little surge of pussy juice seeped downwards. My hand went down between my legs and began to toy with my pussy lips, feeling the cum leaking out of me. I played with my clit, then pushed two fingers inside my pussy, sliding in easily as the cum leaked out. My other hand found my breasts and I played with my nipples.

I was no stranger to masturbation, but did it rarely in front of Rob, if I wanted sex when he was there I preferred the direct method, but this morning I just found myself watching him as my fingers started to push in and out of me, picking up from where his cock had left me.

He got into the shower and I could see the water sluicing down his body, his thick mass of pubic hair glistening. He grabbed some shower gel and started top soap himself, then his hand took hold of his cock and pulled the foreskin right back.

I literally gasped at the sight, his cock was almost as familiar to me as my own body, but watching him today was doing something to me. He washed all around the head of his cock, and my fingers assumed a life of their own, pumping in and out of my pussy, rubbing on my clit. Without warning my orgasm exploded inside me, sending wave after wave through me as my body shuddered and twitched.

I looked up again and saw Rob, his cock now considerably bigger, his hand sliding up and down it and for a minute I thought he was going to cum again, but slowly he stopped, resuming washing himself with a curious look on his face. He got out and wrapping a towel round his waist he came back into the bedroom, gazing down at my naked body. I loved him looking at me, and he knew I did. He kissed my nipples, “That was different this morning, I don’t see you do that very often, I like it.”

“I’ll do it more often then,” I replied.

He went over to the curtains and pulled them back a foot or two, the light streaming in. “Looks like our neighbours have surfaced, they must be keen, they’re in the water already.” I rolled out of bed, my hand cupping my pussy to stem the inevitable flood of cum, and peered round the edge of the curtains. Sure enough there were two heads bobbing in the water. As we watched they started back towards the edge, then stood up, wading out. I found myself gasping as Rob said, “Fucking hell, they’re stark bollock naked!”

It was true, they walked up the grass towards the pods, holding hands, their bodies glistening. They were about our age, he had a lean body, his cock not particularly impressive, but she had a lovely pair of breasts, with small dark nipples and a triangular patch of hair between her legs.

They seemed totally oblivious to us, had they looked up they would have seen us, but they continued until they were no more than ten yards away. A look of horror came over her face and her hands flew to cover her breasts and pussy as he covered his cock with both hands, then released one and waved regally at us, a big grin breaking out on his face, as they scampered into their pod.

We looked at each other, astounded, yes toplessness was the norm on French beaches, but totally naked was reserved for a few nominated sites. I saw Rob’s eyes looking down at my body and realised with horror that I was also naked, and I wondered if they had seen anything of me. With a “Well fancy that!” I retreated to the bathroom and following Rob’s example, left the door open as I sat down on the loo and began my morning ritual.

It didn’t take long, no make-up and minimal attention to my hair. I put my bikini on and slipped a tee shirt over it with a pair of shorts. Rob, I saw was similarly attired, swim shorts and a tee shirt. There was a knock on the door and looking out we saw that it was our neighbours, dressed this time. Rob opened the doors.

“Look, we’re so sorry about that, we didn’t think you were due until later today. We hope you’re not offended. Can we start again, I’m Mark and this is Sarah.” Rob assured them that we weren’t in the slightest offended and introduced us as Rob and Trish. “To make up for ruining your first morning can we invite you for breakfast, we’ve got some fresh croissants from the village bakery.” They sounded delicious and we accepted, returning with them to their deck where the patio table was set up with four chairs.

They seemed very friendly and we were soon chatting away as they explained they’d been there for a couple of days, and were finding their feet. They suggested a few things we could try, obviously the croissants from the bakery and they said there were two very good restaurants in the village. They asked what we were doing that day and we told them we were going to try the pools. They looked at each other but passed no comment.

Finished, we thanked them and went back to our pod. “They seemed nice,” said Rob, “we could have some good fun with them I think.”

“You just want to see her tits again,” I joked, well half joked because I knew full well the way his mind worked.

“Not to mention you getting another look at his cock!”

“It wasn’t very impressive,” I recalled.

“Anyone who comes out of cold water with more than two inches is a lucky man,” he came back at me.

“We’ll see,” I said, running my fingers over his crotch.

We wandered over to the pools which were very pleasant and found ourselves a couple of sun beds. Covering each other with sun cream we settled down and I saw Rob sit back and allow his eyes to wander over all the naked breasts on show. “If I get mine out will you stop perving?”

“I’m not perving, I’m doing a scientific study of shapes and sizes, but if you did get them out, I might find it difficult to keep my hands off them.” “I’ll risk it,” I replied and unsnapped my bra, letting my breasts loose. As I looked round I saw that mine were as good as most, and considerably better than many. I rubbed some cream into them and was pleased to note that several men around me were struggling not to get caught looking. That’ll teach him I thought.

Pleasant as it was it began to wear on us after a while, the constant movement and noise, there were lots of kids, all playing very happily, but very noisily, and the water I had been drinking began to have an effect. I decided I had to check out the toilets and debated whether to put my top on or not, but in the end opted for covering up. I was back in no time shaking my head, “Didn’t think so,” said Rob, “come on let’s head back, so you can have a pee at least.” We gathered up out stuff and headed back to the pods.

Mark and Sarah were sitting on their deck, and looked up as we returned, Sarah was topless, her nipples a lot softer than when she’d emerged from the water, and I wondered if Rob was right about the size of Mark’s cock. I went in for a pee as Rob settled down on our deck, and when I came out I slipped my bra off again trying to appear casual. Somehow it seemed different in a crowd with strangers than with just a few people whose names at least we knew. Mark didn’t seem to take any notice and I couldn’t work out if I was pleased or disappointed.

It was much more pleasant than round the pool, and I was just dozing pleasantly when a voice interrupted me. “We’re just going for a dip, fancy joining us?” I looked up to see Mark and Sarah holding hands just at the end of our deck.

“Sure,” replied Rob and stood up, reaching out a hand for me. To be honest I wasn’t that keen, but it seemed churlish to decline so I allowed him to pull me up and the four of us headed for the water. There was a sandy-ish beach and we waded in. The water was colder than the pool and when it got to crotch level I shuddered.

Sarah grinned at me, “I know,” she said, “gets right to you doesn’t it? Just sit down quickly and it gets easier.” We plonked ourselves down and it was better, still cold but not too bad. Rob and Mark plunged forwards and swam off, leaving Sarah and me together. I found she was very easy to chat to, she told me they were engaged, she waggled her bare ring finger at me, then realised she wasn’t actually wearing her ring.

I told her we weren’t engaged but I was hoping. “Still as long as he’s good in bed with a nice sized cock, it doesn’t make a lot of difference does it?” she commented. I was more than a little shocked, she was right in some ways, but we hardly knew each other. “Sorry, I’ve opened my mouth too soon again, I’m always doing it,” she apologised.

I felt the need to go half way, “Yes he’s good in that respect,” I cast my mind back to that morning, the feeling of him cumming in me, “and I do really love him,” I ended tamely.

Rob and Mark came back and we all got out, As we settled back on the beds I looked at pointedly at Rob’s crotch and held up two fingers an inch or so apart. He grinned at me, and with a cautious look towards the other deck pulled the top of his shorts down Sure enough, instead of his usual four inches his cock was a shrivelled little thing and I laughed as he tucked himself back in.

We decided to try the restaurant in the village that night, and after checking the location with Mark we set off. It was about a fifteen minute stroll and as we walked along the quiet road we held hands. I’d worn a sundress and Rob was in a smart pair of trousers and shirt. They were certainly right about the restaurant, it was very good if a little pricey, but the food was excellent, washed down with a bottle of wine. I held back on the drinking, not willing to risk the toilets and we had a lovely evening.

We ambled back, arms round each other, Rob’s hand slipping occasionally down to cup my bum affectionately and I was looking forward to getting into bed with him. I’d dressed while he was in the shower and had a surprise for him under my dress. We went through the gate and across the grass towards the pods. There was a light shining out from next door’s pod and as we got closer we could see the curtains were open. It was natural to look in as we got close and I turned my head towards the light.

There as though on a stage was Sarah, on her hands and knees, her breasts swinging gently below her, with Mark behind her, standing beside the bed, his cock pumping rhythmically into her from behind. My breath caught in my throat and my pussy twinged as I stopped dead. Rob bumped into me, “What’s the matter?” he asked, his eyes following my stare. “Shit!” he whispered, “They must know the curtains are open.”

I felt him close to my body, one arm came round me and cupped my breast through my dress. I’d not worn a bra and he must have been able to feel the heat suddenly radiating out from me. I pushed back into him, was that his cock I could feel? It certainly felt like it pressing up against my bum. Another hand round me, this time cupping my pussy through my dress, pressing against my softness and I could feel myself start to leak. His fingers scrabbled the front of my dress up and then they were right on my knickers, pressing into me, stroking up and down over my clit sending little shivers through me.

He eased my gusset aside and I felt two fingers slip easily into me, stretching me open. My hand reached out for the bulge behind me and clasped it, knowing it was his cock, hard as iron in his trousers. As we watched we saw Sarah lift her head as though looking at us, but I didn’t think she could see anything outside as it was dark.

Rob pulled me away, but I found it difficult not to keep looking. We got to our door and he fumbled with the lock, opening it and ushering me in, immediately pulling the curtains before turning on the light. He reached down for the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my head, my breasts tumbling out leaving me in just my panties.

His head dropped to my breasts, squeezing them, sucking on my nipples as I fumbled with his belt and buttons, finally succeeding and dragging them down. His cock sprang out and I dropped to my knees feverishly sucking it into my mouth, taking him as deep as I could, my hands manipulating it. I saw him pull his shirt off and toss it to one side as he drew me back to my feet. He turned me round and bent me forward over the bed.

Things couldn’t have gone any better, I thought as he slipped his fingers in the waist of my panties and pulled them down. I heard a sharp intake of breath as my jewelled butt plug came into view. I’d never worn one before and had chosen a small, pretty one. It hadn’t been too uncomfortable, and if anything, slightly stimulating. “Can I touch it?” He asked.

“Gently,” I suggested. I felt his finger on it, wiggling it round in circles, then warm breath on my pussy, followed by a tongue pushing into my folds, sliding along my slit, then up round the plug as fingers pushed inside me. I wanted his cock in me, wanted to feel it stretching me and it was as though he read my mind, standing up and guiding it into my waiting pussy. I must have been so wet, it slid in easily, stretching me open, penetrating deep inside.

“I can feel it pressing on my cock.” Rob gasped. I could feel it too, stimulating my arse as it was moved around by Rob’s cock thrusting in and out of me. I reached between my legs, my fingers rubbing my clit, then sliding either side of his cock, feeling my lips wide round his girth. It all felt great, but I wanted him on top, and I pulled forward, his cock slipping out of my pussy. I kept going, sliding onto the bed, turning onto my back, my legs open.

Rob followed me, kneeling between my legs and pushed into me once more, his weight coming on top of me, enveloping me. Each thrust of his cock send a wave of pleasure coursing through my body and I could feel my orgasm starting to build inside me, welling up. Harder and faster he thrust, my body responding in kind, pushing up against him. I felt his hand slip beneath my bum and then his scrabbling fingers found the plug and start to wiggle it.

It was too much and my orgasm burst through me, my pussy clamping down on his cock, my arse pulsing round the plug as his cock exploded inside me, filling me with his hot cum, pumping into me. He collapsed on me, then rolled away, his cock falling out of me as we gasped for breath. I snuggled back into him as his arms came round me, pulling me into his embrace. We lay in silence for a while, just relishing each other’s proximity.

I broke the silence, “I need to get this thing out, and I’m sorry, there’s no elegant way of doing it.”

“Do you need any help?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never taken one out before,” I admitted. In the end it wasn’t too bad, it wasn’t a big one and the silicone bulb slipped out easily, feeling a bit like a very satisfying poo. I wrapped it in a tissue and put it to one side, then curled back into Rob. He put the light out and we drifted off to sleep.

It was my bladder that woke me and I rolled out of bed trying not to wake Rob. Time was getting on, and when I came out of the bathroom Rob was still asleep. I pulled on some clothes on and quietly slipped out of the door and headed for the village. I’d seen the boulangerie the night before and headed there, buying some fresh croissants and a couple of sticks of French bread. The smell on the way home nearly had me eating it there and then, but I managed to refrain, arriving back to find everything still quiet.