Clandestine..

I haven't blogged in like ages,but then again thee mojo seems to have in simplex mode ebbed away from my persona .On accout of joy-unspeakables,he of Life's mysteries jostles, here goes a trail,

1. I kinda know and have an idea that this shouldn't be the first thing I say about myself, but lately the self-impossed block, or exile from my point of view, forces me to say this: I've recently become an ardent watcher of soccer as opposed to fan. Phew! I told you it would be lame.

2.This blog passed the work in progress stage like eons ago but didn't get to the masterpiece stage and thats why I do posts epochs in between. I haven't deleted it with the constant hope that someday a bit of my grey matter will unblock of the gooey material at its nerve endings.

3. I sometimes do things which add no meaning or value whatsoever to what am doing at a certain point in time. For instance, the word constant in no.2 adds no value to the sentence its in. The world would still continue with its omission. Also, the two words 'or value' above were added as an afterthought and with the sole or solitary or only aim or goal being to increase the length of the sentence its in.

4. Don't the 'or(s)' in the last sentence of no.3 just further prove my point.

5.I've come to recently regard House, the series, as entertaining.

6.I know a response to a tag is supposed to be about personal ish but the past few months have been mostly lacking in major blog-while events or those that I consider and judge to be worthy this page. I am more of a reader this days and I find CB, PinkM, Val and some others more............exhilarating than my own writings.

7. Can you imagine that this post has been in the works for about a month and as you have read, nothing would have been better. I guess I'll just continue reading other's. Hope ur time wasn't wasted!


Something special - Usher
Lithium - Evanescence

They,Them,Mine

I haven't written for a while and that beats even me since a blog is suupposed to be about the goings on in someones life! Anyway, these are some of the kinda HARD on-goings (pardon my English: or is it pidgin) in ma life:

She, the bread-weaner does everything.
She hustles and all the finances/money(s)/funds used in Her, and not his home, are from her undertakings.
He, meanwhile, finds time to drink like six days of the week. Point to note: sometimes from HER pocket. Saddening isn't it and, disheartening to a point of hopelessness, on my part.

She, close to my HEART, like literally beside it[like LITTLE MAN who is also beside HER here].
Him, only wishes that was the case, although I don't think he even cares!
I, want it to stay that way.

Some sing-alongs that help me forget about HIM:
Speechless - Carol Atemi
Lazizi - Sautisol


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This is surely disillusioning, sad and stupid[more like stoooooopind] of our leaders. But all in all, its too funny. Knya is the only country where a commission of inquiry is formed to hoodwink us on the real issue being investigated. Then, they form another that gets our(citizens) views on whether the first commission should be given the go ahead!!!!

Am literally in stiches?!?

Kenya 26.....the others 7

Since I've not blogged in like FOREVER I just want to bring to your attention of the things that Will Smith's been up to. One: when he made 'In Pursuit of Happiness' I thought,wow, what a great movie. Then '7 Pounds' was released and am like 'Double Damn!' This guy can really act. I personally don't think anyone else could have done what he did in this movie. These two are movies of his that nearlly brought me to tears in some instances............REALLY MAN!! And if you had forgotten, am a guy.......atleast 99% of the time,I think.

He(Will) recently said,
"Usually with the films that I make there are ideas that I connect to, but lately I've been dealing with the bittersweet in life because it feels more natural. You don't ever get it really the way you want in life. That really fascinates me. As an actor, there are certain parts of a character that you create, and you train yourself to have those reactions and then it becomes hard to stop them when the role is over. You have to retrain yourself. My character in this film is like hot grits. You know you can't shake them off and when you do, it hurts. But I'll be darned if they don't taste good. Know what I'm sayin'?"

In other news, I used to, note carefully, not listen to rock music and not HATE it, but these days I find myself inclined to do so. Some of the reasons for this are: most of 'One tree hill's' soundtracks are so dope plus I recently watched the 51st Grammys and wasn't Coldplay's performance of their chart busting new song, Viva la vida, from their most recent album wicked or what. I know am behind but who can blame me!

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For all Kenyans:

I've just finished watching the rugby 7s quarter-final match btwn Kenya and Fiji and guess what.......we fuckin WON!!!! Its just one of those times in one's life where our sportsmen and women just make us proud to be KENYAN! I could kiss anyone right now with all the joy thats in my heart but I know that it 'll be short-lived coz of the shit our fuckin politicians just pull us through, literally. I guess thats why I watch only sports news. Forgive me there but I just had to let it out.

LONG LIVE OUR CHERISHED SPORTSMEN AND SPORTSWOMEN. God bless them all.

Part 3 : CLB 102

The next day we arrived at our campsite just outside a small town called Angoulins, not far from La Rochelle. It was close to a stretch of coast Geoff had assured us would be quieter than most this time of year. We had decided to spend the next five or so days relaxing on the beach, as we had had a lot of car journeys recently and we all were ready to kick back and do absolutely nothing for a while.

The beaches were quite spectacular, long swathes of smooth, golden sand stretching as far as the eye could see. Geoff was right; the beaches were quite empty with them being on the colder Atlantic as opposed to the Mediterranean further south. But, the weather was perfect, azure skies and the hot sun beating down. Taking a dip in the cooler Atlantic was quite wonderful after having your skin bronzed by the intense summer sun.

We were in France and topless sunbathing was ‘de rigeur’. On our first trip to the beach I wondered if Caroline would do as the locals. I had imagined seeing her large breasts in the flesh many times and thought that perhaps now was my chance, but when we arrived I was mildly disappointed to see that she stripped down to a two piece bikini. She probably wanted to save Pete from embarrassment, as she was clearly and with good reason, proud of her body. She did look quite spectacular however. Her bikini was all black. The top fastened in a bow between the shoulders and had two ties that fastened around the neck. The bottom part was rather small and tied in a bow on either side at the waist.

Caroline’s body was everything I had imagined it to be and more. Her full breasts sat independently of each other and followed a curving line, ending in two subtle peaks where the nipples were just discernable beneath the cloth. Her bottom was well rounded, but still quite pert, and the skin on display was smooth and blemish free. She had a flat abdomen and long smooth legs. Geoff was a very lucky man indeed.

We lay among our towels at the edge of the tree line at the top of the beach, soaking in the rays. I watched as Caroline applied sun cream to herself, smoothing it up and down her long legs and rubbing it into her tummy in a delicate circular motion. I watched her arch her back, thrusting out her wonderful breasts as Geoff massaged the cream into her shoulders and back.

Having passed the sun lotion around, Caroline announced that I needed some on my back too, and forcing me to stand up she gently rubbed the cool cream into my skin. I had to make use of every ounce of self-control not to get excited by the feel of her touch against my skin. As she finished she ran her long fingernails down either side of my spine causing me to shiver and then promptly smacked me on the ass and said, “You’re done tough guy.”

Pete was very keen to take in the local talent and dragged me along with very little resistance. On our walks up the beach we saw women of all shapes and sizes, some exceptionally beautiful and many naked from the waste up, but despite all the stunning women on view I couldn’t help thinking back to Caroline.

In the evenings Pete and I hit the local bars and the one nightclub. We met some attractive French girls of our own age and attempted to seduce them with stilted French and free beers. We had some fun; we danced and we got drunk, but each night would end with a peck on the cheek, a giggle, and the promise to be back the following night. Pete was adamant that persistence would pay off, but I wasn’t so sure. I had a horrible feeling that we were not much more than the source of free booze and a few laughs. Over dinner on our third day in Angoulins, Geoff announced that he was taking a trip to a nearby automotive museum and that all those interested should be up at eight the following morning. I thanked him, but as a musician and not an engineer, I declined and saw it as an excellent excuse for a lie-in. The other three seemed enthusiastic however.

Pete and I staggered home late again that evening several Francs lighter and just a little bit more frustrated. Pete was coming around to my way of thinking, and we resolved to persuade his parents that it was time to move on. We wouldn’t tell them that, but we were both desperate to get laid and this town was looking like a dead end.

Early the next morning, I was awoken by hushed voices and hastily eaten breakfasts as the day-trippers readied themselves. I listened as the car was driven away and relaxed back into my sleep. Around nine-thirty I awoke again feeling slightly groggy from the copious Kronenbourgs of the night before, but generally relaxed. Fearing I was about to be robbed I quickly covered myself up. The zip was drawn down noisily and Caroline’s head appeared through the opening.

“Wake-up lazy arse,” she called. “I’m going to the beach, and you are going to keep me company.”

“But..! I thought you’d gone to the museum?” I stammered.

“Are you kidding? What the hell do I want to go and look at a load of rusting old Citroens for?” she answered derisively. “Especially when you consider I could take a trip to the beach with the most handsome man in the west of France.” Caroline smiled her heart-melting smile.

“And I with the most beautiful lady,” I answered, quite out of character. I was pleased to see that I had actually caused her to blush this time.

Collecting herself she said once again her confident self, “Come on get your stuff together. I’ve got everything we need. We leave in five. That is,” she said, eyes moving down to the bulge beneath my sleeping bag, “unless you have anything better to do?” I laughed and threw my arm across my face to hide my embarrassment.

Caroline had packed a large straw bag with all that we needed for our trip, which I hoisted over my shoulder, and picking up my towel off the roof of my tent, we set off. Caroline slipping her arm through mine as we walked.

As we picked our way through the pine tree woods towards the beach the cicadas were already shrieking in the mid-morning heat. Caroline teased me about Pete and my failure with the local girls. I laughed and agreed that we must be doing something wrong, to which she joked that we couldn’t possibly be, and that they must all be lesbians.

As we finally arrived at the coast some twenty minutes later, we saw that we were at a particularly secluded part of the beach. Most people, including ourselves, drove to the beach and because we had cut through the woods we were a long way from the car park.

“This looks good,” Caroline declared, dropping her towel to the sand and bending over to straighten it, giving me a front row view of her silky smooth legs and the lower part of her ass cheeks spilling out of her tiny shorts.

“It really does.” I agreed, under my breath.

“Pardon?” she replied.

“Oh! I was just agreeing. Nice spot and all that. The sea over there and the sand here.” I waffled on.

Caroline shot me her cheeky grin and sat down.

I passed her the bag and laid my own towel out a few feet to the side of hers.

“Breakfast,” she declared throwing me an apple.

“Why thank you,” I replied and bit down into its crisp, slightly sour flesh.

“I’ve got a nice peach you can bite down on afterwards if you would like.” She said bursting out in laughter. “Christ! I must have seen one too many porn movies in my time.”

We chatted for a while enjoying each other’s company and the warmth of the morning sun. Caroline was wearing a figure-hugging black cotton camisole-top, showing off her perfect upper body, and a pair of very small white shorts made from a kind of light toweling material.

“God it’s getting hot,” she announced and kneeling upright pulled her camisole above her head. She was right in front of me, and I couldn’t help stare at her naked stomach and her wonderful breasts as she slipped the top off. She was wearing a different bikini today. It was composed of black and white horizontal stripes. The top was a single band of lycra that hugged her breasts tightly. The briefs were also in figure hugging lycra, cut high accentuating her long legs even further. I suspect I must have stared a moment too long for, when my eyes finally looked up to hers, she was staring straight back at me. She smiled.

Next, she stood up still facing me and slipped off her shorts in one deft movement before sitting down again.

“Oh yeah, that’s better,” she said, once again smiling at me.

I was already wearing my swimming trunks. They were black and of the gym shorts type. I did unbutton the short-sleeved shirt I was wearing however and allowed it to drop off my shoulders. It was my turn to catch Caroline eying my body appreciatively, and I felt that familiar stirring in my shorts.

“Here!” she started. “Turn around and I’ll oil you up.”

I did as I was told as she crawled over to me. My body reflexively tightened as I felt her hands touch my shoulders, the cold sun lotion in her palms. I kneeled up so that she could reach the full length of my back. She seemed to be taking a lot longer over applying the lotion than on previous days. I felt her fingertips tracing the lines of my muscles, her thumbs pressing deeply into the tight spots. I let out a little moan, and realizing I was enjoying her touch, she proceeded to massage my back more thoroughly.

“You really ought to find a nice girl to do this for you more regularly,” Caroline said, her fingers sliding in and out of my ribs, instinctively seeking out the muscle knots. “I’m sure she would enjoy it as much as you do.”

As she slipped lower I felt her fingers very slightly slip beneath the waistband of my shorts. My cock twitched and grew hard within moments. Very quickly her fingers slipped out again, but instead of taking them off my back she slid them around my front and drew them up across my abdominal muscles up to my pectorals, an oily hand on each, my nipples slipping across her little fingers. She pulled her hands away and standing up, walked back to her towel.

“I’ll leave you to do the rest yourself… You’ve got a nice body Joe.” She said.

“Thank you” I replied, having no clue how to respond.

When I finished with the lotion I chucked it across to her and watched as she began to rub it into her skin. Feeling a little self-conscious of myself watching, I slipped on my sunglasses and lay down on my front, aware of my hard prick pressing against my abdomen. I turned my head towards her, hoping she would be unable to see if my eyes were open or not.

I had managed to calm myself enough that I dared to role over onto my back and was just dozing off in the heat when I heard Caroline ask in a deep lazy drawl,

“Joe?”

“Yes?” I replied, mimicking the questioning way she spoke my name.

“I want to do my back now. Could you be a sweetheart and rub some lotion into it?”

I didn’t need to be asked twice and brought myself upright moving over to her on my knees. She smiled up at me, an arm draped across her forehead to shade the sun from her eyes.

“Thanks,” she said, letting a hand slide down my thigh. Here we go again I thought, feeling my cock twitching in my shorts.

Caroline slid over onto her front and pulled her hair away from her neck, exposing as much of her lightly tanned skin to me as she possibly could. I squirted a dollop of the cream on to the tip of the fingers on each hand and lightly touched her shoulders. She drew a short breath when the cold lotion met her hot skin. I apologized and she told me that it felt wonderful. I rubbed the lotion along the thick, smooth cords of her shoulder muscles and then down into the hollows below. I used my thumbs to coat her neck in the oily liquid, applying a little pressure to the muscles either side of her spine.

“Mmm,” she moaned, as I massaged the sun cream in.

I let my fingertips lightly trace their way down from her neck with a feather light touch. Squirting yet more of the sticky white lotion into my hands I then began to apply it to her upper back. I dug my thumbs deep into the muscles next to the shoulder blades and again she let out a moan.

“God you are good at this,” she purred, as I began sliding my palms upwards and outwards. I allowed them to slide across her upper arms and down her sides. I looked down at her skin glistening golden, tiny, creamy freckles brought out by the sun dotting her shoulders. I allowed my hands to slide lower and made a point out of stopping along the upper line of her bikini top. Moving my hands down to her waist and applying yet more sun cream to them, I slid them across her lower back, coating all exposed skin before pressing my thumbs deep into her flesh and moving them upwards in little concentric circles either side of her spine. Once again I stopped as my fingers reached the lower edge of her top.

“Hang on,” she said, and arching her back she slipped her thumbs underneath the elastic material, stretching it wide and slipping it upwards and over her head. I momentarily caught a glimpse of her magnificent breasts hanging free before she lay back down on her front. My already swollen dick throbbed with excitement. Caroline rested her head on her folded arms and had her face turned towards me, but as she was wearing her dark, sunglasses I could not tell if she was watching me or not.

So that I could allow my hands to apply smooth, even strokes up her spine, I straddled my legs either side of hers. I held myself upright enough that I was not really touching her, but as I swept higher and higher upwards I leaned into her and allowed my stiff cock to press against her ass. She didn’t seem to mind and the self-satisfied smile stayed in place on her lips. I pressed the heal of my palms deep into her flesh as I slid upwards, this time pushing myself quite firmly into her. There could be no doubt she must have felt my prick pressing into her ass, but she said nothing and just moaned again under the pressure of my hands.

Not really knowing what to do next, she was my best friend’s mum and I was not about to risk making a fool of myself by making a move on her that she would probably reject, especially as we had almost three weeks of travel left together, I allowed my hands to come to a rest against the small of her back and said,

“All done.”

“Mmm, Joey,” she moaned through almost closed lips. “You are going to make a lot of girls very happy and very wet.”

I clambered off her and slid, as surreptitiously as possible with the biggest hard on of my life, back to my towel.

I too lay on my front, a mirror image of Caroline. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me, not behind her shades, but I was certainly watching her. Her lips ever so slightly parted, her tongue lightly tracing the gap from time to time to keep it moist.

We lay there watching or not watching each other for about twenty minutes. I felt as though I could stare at her forever, when she hoisted herself up onto her elbows and turning to me said,

“You don’t mind if I go topless do you?”

“I gulped and managed to say, “Not at all,” as my heart hammered in my chest.

She grinned and drew herself upwards into a cross-legged position facing directly towards me.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to look like I was staring at her naked upper body, which of course I was, but I didn’t want to turn away like a shy child. I decided to lie as I was, pretending to not have noticed and hoped my flushing cheeks would be disguised as sunburn.

I heard the pop of the suntan lotion cap and watched as Caroline squirted a generous portion into her hands and then began to smear it into her chest. I was transfixed as her hands slid up and down, lightly tracing every curve and line of her breasts, her fingers finally reaching her nipples. She cheekily arched her back a little at this point, thrusting her chest towards me, and I watched as her nipples played in and out of her fingertips. When finally she let her fingers fall I could see how pronounced and stiff they had become from her caress. She smiled straight at me and I involuntarily smiled back. She had caught me red handed. Her smile broke into a grin as she slid herself down on to her back.

“Maybe I should have asked for your help then too,” she teased.

My mind was a whirl. Caroline had always been a tease with me, but surely this was more than just her wicked sense of fun? She had put on a show for me and got me as wound up as a clockwork toy, but what the hell was I meant to do about it? Nothing was my answer. I would act as though it were just two friends flirting and having fun together, and when I got back to my tent I would unleash the orgasm that lurked inside me like a caged tiger.

I twisted onto my back, no longer really caring about the hard on in my shorts and thought about what had happened. If Caroline had been a girl of my age I would have been all over her like a rash, but she wasn’t; she was a wife and a mother and what was I to do?

Time ticked onwards as I lay there hard and confused. Finally I heard an “Oi!” and looked around to see Caroline sitting bolt upright, once again wearing her bikini top and unpacking the straw bag.

“Lunch,” she said as she pulled out a French loaf, a ripe, round Camembert, some liver pate, a couple of tomatoes, and bottle of the local red.

We dragged our towels a little higher up into the tree line to escape the full force of the midday sun. She pored us both a large beaker of wine and holding hers up declared,

“A toast! To a lovely day at the beach with a lovely young man.”

I smiled and gave an elaborate bow and said that the pleasure was all mine. We clinked our plastic cups and drank each other’s health, Caroline staring deep into my soul as she drank. I had the not entirely uncomfortable feeling that she was reading my mind.

We ate and drank and laughed, and the tension of the hours before finally began to leave my body. My erection had subsided enough that I was comfortable, but it would not leave me entirely. As the wine flowed and we both became a little tipsy, Caroline began to ask me about my girlfriends. I said that I did not have one at the moment, which was probably for the best, as I would be moving down to London in September. She agreed, but said it was unhealthy for a young man like me to be without a girl for too long. I concurred and exaggerated the truth that I had been with girls casually since my last relationship broke down. She asked me if I had ever been in love and I replied that I hadn’t, but looking deep into her emerald green eyes, I began to question myself. Finally, as the wine got the better of us both, she said with that cheeky grin of hers,

“So, have you made love to a woman yet?”

Of course I flushed scarlet, but feeling bolder from the alcohol I answered her honestly and said that I had, but only with one girl, and we both had been pretty awkward about it. She smiled at me, but with no trace of her mischievous side. It was a warm, caring, dare I say, loving smile.

“If I were twenty years younger Joe, I would happily share my first experiences with you.”

I don’t know where it came from, but I replied, “I can think of no one I would rather experience it with even if you were twenty years older.”

Realizing what I had just said I blushed again and sank my head with embarrassment. Caroline just stroked her hand across my cheek, lifting my eyes to hers and whispered, “That was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.”

She leant in and kissed me lightly on the lips and then, standing up said in her normal breezy tone, “Right! I’m off for a swim. Watch the stuff.”

As I watched her beautiful, lithe form strolling towards the ocean I wondered to myself if I really was falling in love, and then, noticing the demon in my shorts back to torture me, decided that it was perhaps, just lust.

I dragged my towel back into the sunlight and lay on my back. I must have dozed off from the delicious lunch because the next think I was aware of was the feeling that the sunlight had been somehow taken away from me. I opened my eyes blinking to see Caroline’s form silhouetted before me. The sun was directly behind her, and bleary eyed, I found it hard to see her clearly. I could just make out her sodden hair hanging to her shoulders, wet streaks clinging to her cheeks and again, the naughty grin playing across her lips. She stood, legs apart over my legs, hands on hips, and I felt the cold drips of seawater against my thighs. Looking up at her she looked every bit the Amazonian warrior preparing to attack. Then… attack she did.

She suddenly leapt down to her knees, one on either side of my thighs and throwing herself forwards, laughing, she grabbed my wrists in her hands, pinning me deep into the hot, dry sand. I didn’t try to resist her, but I could feel how strong she was as she held me down. She looked straight into my eyes, that silly grin fixed in place. She looked young and vibrant. She was young and vibrant.

All of a sudden, she threw her head down and let her wet hair fall all over my chest, and then shaking her head wiped it all over my naked skin. I couldn’t help myself from trying to rise up against the cold, wet hair against me, but I really was pinned down properly. The best I could manage was to arch my back, thrusting my pelvis towards her.

Caroline eventually sat upright, releasing my wrists, smiling in a different yet more dangerous way now. Her eyes traveled down my torso; then her open palms followed. I felt myself shiver with excitement as her fingers stroked across my nipples on their journey downwards. They smoothed their way down, and as they reached my shorts they continued. I was slightly relieved that they just missed stroking my hard cock, as my desire would be all too apparent. She finally let them rest against the bare flesh of my thighs, just in front of her own knees. Her eyes rested on the bulge in my shorts and feigning surprise, she asked,

“What have you got in there Joey? Is it a present? For me?”

I just gulped……………..and…….


The end of my truly...um…...really nice and short 3 PART story!?!?
Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

Part 2 : And she said....

…….she was of northern European descent, a mix of German and Danish, which blessed her with many naturally strong features. She was taller than the average English woman, probably about 5’9. She was slim, the result of a healthy diet, regular yoga classes and her good, Teutonic genes. Her hair was shoulder length and quite straight. The overall effect was blonde, but was, naturally, composed of many different shades and tones, some quite golden, some silver and others almost chestnut. She had quite strikingly pale green eyes that drew you in whenever you met her stare. Her eyebrows were quite strong. They were clearly well crafted, but Caroline left them a little thicker than most women, adding to her stunning Arian appearance. She had a long, straight nose and full, sensual lips. Her cheekbones were high and she had a powerful, yet still feminine, jaw line. Her skin tone was quite pale, but glowed from within and gave an overwhelming impression of good health. She was one of those ladies who looked incredibly good without any makeup on whatsoever, and when she did wear it she applied it only to her eyes and lips, but in quite dark tones, giving her that ‘femme fetal’ look.

I remember she had taken to wearing a pair of half-moon tortoiseshell spectacles when reading, and the effect, when she looked over the top of them at you, was both unnerving and incredibly erotic at the same time. She definitely had that ‘sexy librarian’ look about her when she wanted it.

I suppose, as a young man, I could not help being drawn to the sight of her striking physique. She had rather large breasts, definitely bigger than the average, and she was not afraid to show off the fact by wearing tight sweaters and low-cut tops. I suspect that they were perhaps not as pert as they must have once been, but they maintained a good shape despite her age and sat as high on her chest as someone ten years her junior.

Anyway, I was smitten. I would invent numerous fantasy scenarios whereby the beautiful Caroline would seduce me and make a man of me; little knowing that something along those lines was indeed to come true one day.

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Pete and I were eighteen. We had just left school and would be going our separate ways after the long summer break. He was to go to Edinburgh to study engineering, and I had won a scholarship to study piano and composition at the Royal Academy of Music in London. It would be the first time we had not been at school together since we were five years of age. Caroline and Geoff had decided to take a month long holiday, camping throughout France, and had suggested that I come along. It was to be something of a celebration of our impending independence, but above all, I was there as part of their family and to keep Pete company. I leapt at the offer. It was to be my first time outside of Kenya, and Pete and I made great plans to experience the exotic delights of the famously sexual French girls.

At this point in my life, I am proud to say, I was a rather handsome younger man than I am now. My body had, over the last few years, become a man’s body and as Pete and I were quite athletic boys, playing a lot of sports and working out with weights, we both had developed strong, muscular physiques. I was about five foot eight, had short dark hair, black eyes, and fairly regular features. I was luckier than many boys my age in that I had excellent skin; my mother, being something of a health nut, had always fed her kids fresh, healthy, nutritious foods.

Our trip through France began. We took our time driving southwards, taking advantage of the quiet, linear, Roman roads and reveling in the beautiful countryside around us. We would stop off at a campsite in the late afternoon and set up camp for one night only before moving on to the next port of call. The downside to this was that there was never any time for Pete and me to check out the local talent. We did eat delicious food however, in the local bistros, and I got to sample more than my fair share of the spectacular French wines.

It was during these boozy evenings that naughty, flirtatious Caroline would come out to play. I remember her asking when we “young studs planned to get laid?” Pete would just tell her to shut up and I would turn beet red. Paying no attention, she ran her hand across my chest and said, “There must be thousands of girls out there getting wet at the idea of being screwed by two muscular men like you.” I could say nothing and just kept swigging my wine, but I could feel myself as hard as a rock inside my trousers.

Geoff didn’t seem to mind his wife’s flirtatious manner. On the contrary he seemed to enjoy it and would often laugh and join in with the humiliation. Caroline once joked to Geoff that when we reached the coast we should maybe hunt out one of the famous nudist beaches in France so that they could see if I was as impressive as the rest of my body. Pete gave his mother a tongue-lashing and Geoff just burst out laughing, suggesting that that was probably a good idea. I silently prayed that they were only joking as the idea alone of standing naked before Caroline made me as stiff as a pole, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control it in reality.

On the whole we would all laugh and joke and tell lurid tales as we drank, and then we would merrily stroll back to the campsite, Caroline linking arms with “her men” and laughing all the way back to our tents.

As I am sure you can or wouldn’t imagine, it was hellishly hot in France during July. We would rise early so as to do the majority of our driving before the noonday sun would beat down on us. Stopping in a shady spot for a long, lazy lunch of bread, cheese, pate, and fruit, and to enjoy a nap or if we could find somewhere suitable, to take a dip. Caroline would be the one to wake us boys in the mornings. She would go to our tents, unzip the flap without warning and shake you awake with soft words. You had to sleep naked because of the heat, and there were a few times when I would have to drag my sleeping bag over my body just in time to avoid…………..you know what. The idea of displaying myself to her in that condition became so exciting that one morning I decided to try it. I prayed that Geoff wouldn’t wake me for a change and lay there, my unzipped sleeping bag wide open with only my feet tucked inside. I lay there and feigned sleep.

As usual, at about seven-thirty, I heard movement outside my tent. I listened as the zipper was drawn down and then… there was silence. My feet were pointing towards the entrance and Caroline must have had a prime view of me. The silence was palpable, and I wondered if I would be able to pretend to be asleep for much longer, as my heart was hammering and my lungs were aching, desperate to take deep, calming breaths. Suddenly, I heard Caroline speak in a hushed tone, “Ooh, what do we have here?” she murmured suggestively.

I pretended to wake up and saw Caroline above me, lips slightly apart, and the hint of a smile upon them. She grinned at me and slid out of the tent telling me to “do whatever I had to do” so we could get going.

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We had two more days of traveling before reaching our first stop-off point. Things carried on as normal, although for some reason I lost the nerve to expose myself to Caroline the following mornings.

One afternoon we arrived at the campsite hot and sticky after a long day in the car. We all agreed that a shower was of the utmost importance. Geoff kindly set to work assembling the tents. Pete, Caroline, and I wandered off to find the shower cubicles. There was a row of about six doors side by side, and it was clear to see that they were all taken. We lined up and waited, looking forward to washing away the sticky sweat and relaxing under the jets of water. Finally, one of the doors swung open and a leather skinned gentleman with an enormous potbelly stepped out. I was about to indicate that Caroline should take it first when Pete shouted out “see you later losers,” and dashed for the door leaving his mum and I standing.

“Charming!” Caroline declared, “I blame the parents. I bet you wouldn’t allow a lady to wait in your place would you Joseph?” her emerald green eyes burning into me.

“Um, of course not,” I offered. “I am a true gentleman and would lay down my life for a beautiful maiden in distress such as you.”

Caroline laughed, looking almost girlish.

“How about the next cubicle that comes free we share? You can scrub my back, and I can see how much of a gentleman you truly are,” she suggested, looking up at me with that naughty smile of hers playing across her lips.

I immediately did my lobster impression ….

Just then, the two cubicles next to each other on the far left of the row swung open simultaneously, a pair of elderly ladies vacating at the same time.

“Oh too bad,” Caroline teased, winking at me, “we’ve no excuse now.” And she headed off towards the far end cubicle.

Once inside the shower I stripped down, hanging my shorts and T-shirt on the pegs by the door. I could already hear the water splashing down in Caroline’s cubicle and thought about her there, just two feet away, absolutely naked, the warm water playing off her wonderful body. I started my shower too and closed my eyes as I let the water consume my body.

The showers were the type with the timer button on them that you had to punch in every minute or so to keep the water flowing. I was in a dream world, enjoying the jets of hot water and thinking of Caroline when the water clicked off. I took this opportunity to soap myself and taking a generous handful of shower gel, I began to lather my body up. I heard Caroline’s shower click off too. I listened as she flipped open the cap on her bottle of shower gel. She was singing an almost inaudible tune as she washed herself down. The sound of her soft breathy voice so close to mine, the idea of her hands caressing her body right next to me was too much to bear.

Caroline had stopped singing, but her shower was still switched off, and I am sure I heard her let out a soft moan of her own. I stopped and listened closely and there it was again, an almost inaudible cry let out from the back of her throat.

When I left the shower I could see that Caroline had beaten me back to our tents, as her cubicle door lay open. I wandered back to our site, bare-chested with just a towel draped around my waste and clutching my clothes to my chest. As I arrived I saw Caroline and Geoff sitting around our little primus stove with a glass of wine each.

“Nice shower Joseph?” Caroline asked, a cheeky glint in her eye. I just muttered something back. “Mine was wonderful,” she purred and smiled a knowing smile at me.