Hi Readers,

OMG! I have to tell you a short story of something that happened to me whilst on a motorhome trip around Spain and France, with my husband Ted.

We were staying on a very nice campsite in St Jean de Luz in France. Whilst it was very nice there was one aspect of it that did bother me a little. As with many campsites in Europe the sanitary facilities are unisex. Although there are proper cubicles for showers, toilets etc, one aspect of them is that the urinals, to be honest I don’t see why they need them as men don’t have a urinal at home, are often open and worse you often have to walk past them to get to the shower cubicles. Disgusting!

We had been on the campsite for 5 days and were leaving in a couple of days time. The campsite had been fairly busy as it had been a French public holiday for Ascension day, which had fallen on a Thursday so I guess many French people had made a long weekend of it. As you walked around they came there were little groups of people whose vans were next to each other group dining and drinking, although the good thing about the campsite was they were very strict about no noise between 2300hrs and 0700hrs.

Fortunately for us, as Ted and I had both been learning French, there were two nice couples in vans close to us, Henri and Marie, next to us and Gilles and Andrea next to them. They were friends and always dining and playing boule together. On the first day we saw them Ted and I were playing boule at the same time as them and we got chatting to them. They complemented is on our French and invited us to play with them. We jumped at the chance as we were beginners at boule and not much more than that with French. Thankfully they gave us some pointers and kept swapping the teams around so we had two teams of three all the time with Ted and I not being on the same team.

After a couple more days we were really part of the group, chatting playing boule and drinking with them, we even bought them some drinks in the campsite bar as a thank you, not wanting to risk offering them some wine we would have bought from a supermarket. I was sure it was just the French way that when we won of I played a good shot either Gilles or Henri would congratulate me by giving me a big hug and shouting “ bravo”or magnifique” often kissing me on both cheeks, as did Maria and Andrea. However Ted kept teasing me about the two men having the hots for me. I did tell him it was ridiculous as both were a good ten years older than us, somewhere in their sixties, and both were married to very attractive ladies.

On our penultimate night it was very hot and neither of us felt like cooking so we decided to eat at the campsite restaurant. We got ready and I wore a spaghetti strapped summer dress, mid thigh in length and Ted wore his usual dress shorts and linen shirt. We headed over to the bar and were surprised to see Gilles and Henri in there drinking and having a pizza. Apparently Marie and Andrea had gone shopping and were going to eat in the local town so they were fending for themselves.

Ted and I ate, then when we were about to leave Gilles and Henri asked us to join them for a drink. Although they both looked and sounded like they’d had enough already we agreed to join them. The drinks seemed to flow quickly and as each of us went to the toilet and the bar the seating order changed frequently. At one point I found myself sat between Gilles and Henri. Gilles, who spoke good English as a result of he and his wife running a restaurant in a tourist area for many years, leant over towards me and said, “you are looking very pretty this evening. Ted is a lucky man.” As he spoke his hand went onto my bare thigh. Although I wanted to think it was accidental it lingered there for some time as he added, “we have enjoyed meeting you both.”

When Ted returned I could feel I was blushing and looking flustered. “Let’s make this the last one baby!” I said to him. Thankfully we did and we wanderd back to our van after bidding Gilles and Henri goodnight. Yet again Gilles got a bit “handsy” when giving me a goodnight hug, by brushing a hand over over one of my buttocks. When we got back to our van I told Ted about it and he just laughed it off and persuaded me it was all purely accidental although reaffirming his claim that both the older guys probably had the hots for me which, according to Ted nobody could blame them for. We were both pretty tired and s little drunk so I thought better than to get into any discussion about it and we kissed before we we both turned in to sleep.