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You might think a campsite is an unlikely place to find sexual shenanigans going on, largely because of the lack of privacy. How can you have a full-tilt episode when all that is separating you from the world is a sheet of nylon? Or an aluminium wall, in the case of caravans. This was in the south-west of England, on a camping ground by the sea. I was just taking a short break on the cheap, so I had packed my tent and a few clothes into the car and headed down there to commune with nature for a week. I would sit outside with a coffee in the mornings and a glass of wine in the evenings and watch the world go by. The section of the world’s population that went by here was largely middle-aged, plus a few families with young children. One of the middle-aged couples was Geoff and Mary. They were from Basingstoke and had come down in their camper van as they did every year. They spent the evenings drinking beer and playing cards, and every morning they would pass me on their way to almanbahis the beach. One afternoon as I was lying on the sand, they appeared above me and stopped to chat. Geoff wasn’t the most enthralling of speakers but he did have a lot to say for himself, while Mary just stood there and made the odd interjection. They had been swimming. Mary was wearing an unflattering dark blue one-piece swimsuit out of which bulged her slightly overweight limbs. She had small visible veins in her legs and several moles, plus a purple birthmark under one arm. Her hair was short and dark, coarse and going grey. But she had a nice smile and lonely eyes. I could tell there was something missing from her life. From my position on the sand, I was looking up her legs and could see an untidy fringe of pubic hairs emerging from the blue v-shape. Her skin looked cold and she was ready for a shower. When Geoff finally stopped talking, they headed off to the toilet block to do that, but not before inviting almanbahis yeni giriş me over for a drink later. I went to the site shop and bought a couple of bottles of wine, one red and one white. At eight o’clock precisely, I headed for their van and found them sitting outside at a small plastic table. Mary was now in short, tight khaki shorts and a yellow t-shirt and Geoff was Mr Relaxed in powder-blue slacks and a stripy polo shirt. I had to admit, Mary looked a whole lot better than she normally did. She had done something with her hair, pulling it back but leaving a few bits dangling, and she smelled of perfume. We sat and drank wine for half an hour before it turned chilly and we moved inside, sitting on cushioned benches around the kitchen table. Soon Geoff stood up and stretched. “Well,” he said, “I’m going for my evening constitutional. I do it every night, stroll up and down the beach. Get a bit of exercise and it calms me, ready for bed.” I knew he did almanbahis giriş it, because I had seen him and always wondered what he was doing. He was usually about half an hour. After Geoff closed the door behind him, I looked at Mary and she was smiling shyly. I poured us another glass of wine each and managed to get her talking about her family; they had no children because Geoff hadn’t wanted any. She had two sisters. She told me about their garden and the fruit trees she tended so they had free apples every autumn. Then she reached into her handbag and took out some photographs. She slid closer to me to show me, and her bare arm touched mine. Then closer and her bare thigh touched mine. Neither of us flinched and I suspected that this was all deliberate. I put my hand on the back of her neck and said, “You’re very pretty.” Corny as hell, I know, but she brightened up immediately. “No,” she said. “I’m just an ordinary, dull woman.” “Well I think you’re gorgeous,” I said sweetly. “Do you fancy me?” he asked softly, putting a hand on my leg. I leaned and kissed her neck by way of reply and she turned her head to face me. I kissed her lightly on the lips. “That was nice,” she said and squeezed my knee.