Caravan Man

We've lived next to our naighbours for over 18 years. They bought an old cottage down the lane to the side of our house. Over the years they did a lot of hard work renovating the property and extending it even building a Garage with guest flat above it.

Some years ago when theirs and our kids were young the caravan arrived and off they went on there annual holidays. Ken my husband and I our tent people, Ken has always mocked pulling a shell around behind you and living in a box whilst on holiday. Peter would leave the van for months and then a frantic clean up would start a day or so before the family hit the road. Obviously the old van had seen better days, but off they would go to Spain, Italy and France and warious warm continental destinations.

Ken is in Finance and Pete works in engineering his wife is a teacher. We were used to seeing Peter coming home dirty and I guess I looked down on him like Ken.

Over the years we chatted but were never what you call friends, Ken was often shocked at Petes wealth of knowledge when they talked. Over the years I realised that there was more to Peter than first met the eye, he seemed to be very well traveled and even shocked me when he started quoting Poetry when we were talking one day. His knowledge from Keates to Yevtushenko left us some what shocked, and when he knocked on the door and lent us some of his poetry books for my sons course work we were stunned.

Ken polishes the car on a Sunday after its regular Saturday wash down and does the same with mine. Everything in Kens world runs to order. As we observed the renovations to the old cottage it was apparent that Peter and Janes world did not work to any set plan. But slowly the Cottage took shape and we were amazed at the variety of skills the man had and the hard manual work the couple did.

My Gardening skills lay with dead heading a few blooms and moving my sun bed out of the way of Kens Saturday morning mowing session.
A couple of years ago the usual van summer clean up started. Off on holiday said I. Off on Friday called Pete, so are we I replied. We saw Pete and Jane leave with the van on Thursday and Ken stood open mouthed on Friday morning as he pulled our cutains back.

In the drive next door next door was a new BMW with a large 4 wheel new van behind it. It even had an air con unit on the roof and large fancy windows.
We went shopping to leave some food for our daughter whilst we were away and when we returned the new car and van had gone. We left for the tunnel but had to return as Ken had forgoten his insulin. Ken had been diabetic for some years. 

We spent the firsd week in Britany and then as the rain swept in we moved to the coast south of Bordeaux. We set up our Bungalow sized tent in the rain and were both soaked and miserable, Kens health problems have not been good for some time and we have been unable to have a sexual relationship for over 5 years as he can not get an erection and oral sex is not something Ken would ever try.

I satisfy my carnal needs with the odd racy novel and my fingers in a long hot bath.It rained for four days and on the second day of rain we had not noticed the caravan that had arrived opposite us with no car parked near it. As I walked from the showers the rain started again and a large X5 BM stopped alongside me. "lift" called the driver, it was Pete. I hopped up into the plush leather passenger seat.

Pete stopped at the caravan opposite us, "coffee he invited". Ken had gone off to a local market some miles away. Damp warm and Humid the air-conditioned Luxury of the Caravan was wonderful. As I stepped into the van I glimpsed Jane asleep on a huge bed past a shower with a glass like door. Pete closed the dor to the bedroom area and as I took a seat in the luxurious front cabin. Had breakfast said Pete, er a No, I said. He got out a large pack of frozen bacon and popped it in the Microwave to defrost as he lit the hob under the kettle. Excuse me a mo he said and passed me a Paper as he closed the door behind him. I heard muffled voices above the sounds from the BBC on the world service, I heard what sounded like a squealed and grunting sound and I felt movement through the caravan floor and a "shushing" sound and grunt. May be I was mistaken but the sounds sounded sexual, but the micro wave beeped and I heard the sound of the shower as I read of Blairs latest freebie holiday. Pete reappeared dressed only in a large towel and started to cook a full English breakfast as he told me of his cycle ride that morning and what he had seen. He was a big man maybe 6'3 or more and had to duck slightly in the van, he passed me my coffee and as he passed the sugar I noticed a slight bulge in the towel, as he turned away I realized that my Robe had fallen open and my left breast was on view. 

I pulled the top to and continued to read as Pete called to Jane in the shower, he opened a cupboard and took out some board shorts all though the door slightly obscured my view he dropped his towel and just pulled on his shorts. My mouth must have hung open as I got a gimse of his huge cock. Opps, sorry he said. I'm so used to just stripping off with all the nudity over here I forgot what I was doing. He adjusted his cock as I pulled my lower jaw up,he winked and whispered nice tits quietly.

I had to laugh and Jane joined us as he served the breakfast, we all sat and chatted and Jane and I got talking about diabetes as Pete went of to the camp shop for milk and that days paper. Jane had been insulin dependant for about 4 years. Suddenly she said, can Ken still do it? I guess my face gave it away, and I quietly said no. We get by said Jane but I still cant do him justice. A bit of KY doesn't make up for the real thing, have you ever strayed she then said, GOD No, I said. DIY job then! she winked and I blushed.

Ken arrived back and I was still talking with Jane and Pete as the rain drizzled on. Ken is a reader and not a sun lover, we went of our own ways for the afternoon. The weather was back to normal the next day, as I returned from my early morning swim at the beach Pete came back from his bike ride. Do you swim every morning he said, yeah I replied as he wobbled by as he went off the path to pass me. I'll join you in the morning then he said. I laughed to myself as He wouldn't expect to find me along at the nudist beach so there was no chance of that. 

Ken and I went to Bordeaux for the afternoon and had dinner on the way back. We parked and as Ken opened our tent I went to the toilets and passed Jane walking back from the bar. I bumped into Pete coming out of the toilets, don't forget our swim he laughed. Oh yeah I called about 6am then. With miles of beach he was unlikely to find me as I did not use the family beach any way. 

In the morning I woke earlier than usual. Ken takes a shot in the night and something to eat so he would not be up until about 8.30 as we had eaten later than normal.

The sun glinting of the alantic gentle swell of the early morning was beautiful as I swam in the cool waters washing off the night time sweat. As I dozed in the early morning sun in only a thong I suddenly realized I was in shadow. Not rain again I thought, as I opened my eyes. Morning, said Pete. He stood in his tight cycling gear and helmet cloves with cycling shoes in one hand and holding the bike saddle in the other. Mens cycling gear makes me laugh but with the padding in the shorts he looked like a young girls dream. I pulled my towel over my tits as I realized my nakedness. 48 years old and I felt shy, oh come on said Pete, you have nice tits and a great ass. Thanks I said meekly, he stood the bike in the trees behind us and hung his cycle vest, helmet, shoes and gloves on the bike and took a towel from his bag and laid it alongside my slightly hidden position.

How about our swim he pleaded, I let my towel slip down as he walked towards the sea, he turned back. Standing by his bike he pulled off his cycling shorts. Turning to face me his cock hung at around 8 inches long and very thick with its dome head hidden by his foreskin. I must have looked a complete fool with my mouth hanging wide open again as he grabbed my hand to pull me towards the sea. I resisted but he just pulled me to him and picked me up. Hold on I called out. He pulled my thong off as I struggled and hit him. He put me down laughing as I grabbed the thong from my towel. "sorry, thought you wanted it to stay dry. As I called him names and swore at him he staired at my shaven pussy and starting wanking his cock laughing at me. As his erection grew I dropped my thong and ran crying into the sea, as I swam he ran down the empty beach with his erection wobbling menacingly in front of him.