This RV park is a work of fiction. While I live in a Motorhome and travel to many, I have only encountered this park in my imagination. The cast of characters is expanding, and there are many stories to tell.
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Callie and Hallie Andrews were identical twin sisters. If that isn't enough to cause stirrings of your libido, then you have no imagination! But just in case, let's up the ante - they were twenty four, college educated, both five foot, two inches tall, both have naturally red hair and both of them have the kind of figures that most girls think they are supposed to have. In other words, lean bodies, long legs, tight butts and big boobs. Not "freak of nature" big, but very prominent on their tiny frames. And usually very prominently displayed as well.
I don't recall ever catching them wearing bras, but I do recall the many times their nipples attempted to poke through their t-shirts, as well as many moments of pleasure as their dark areolae appeared in contrast. Hell, just thinking about them stirs my juices.
Oh, did I mention that they were identically beautiful? As in, stunning visions of beauty? The kind that caused men to lose their ability to put complete sentences together, and to get weak in the knees as blood rushed to a temporary home in their pants. Hallie and Callie were gorgeous, sexy women who inhabited a rebuilt Airstream on the edge of the park. They came in one day, asking about long term pricing, and within minutes were parked, setting up, and proud recipients of a discounted rate for the summer they said they were staying. I mean, they both came to my counter, leaned forward over it, squeezing their boobs and gapping their shirts to afford a man views of mountains of joy. The rush of blood to my dick must have drained my common sense, because I'd never given that kind of discount before. When my wife (who manages our business) saw what I charged them, she was ready to shoot me until she caught a glimpse of them sunning themselves in bikinis later that day.
"I bet they flashed you." She said. "It's how I always got a better rate."
I think I blushed. "Uh, yeah. They did."
She just grinned. "I used to pay my rent the old fashioned way as well."
"Huh? What's that mean?"
She walked up behind me and stuck her hand down my pants to find my hard dick.
"What do you think?"
"I think I need to collect some back rent from you! Get on your knees!" Valerie (that's her name, obviously) grinned and complied, getting on her knees with her back to the counter.
"Honey, you just keep an eye on business. I'll take care of the bills!" With that she dove down on my 8 inches in one motion. I had to put my hands on the counter to stay on my feet. She managed to finish just as a 40 foot Allegro Motorhome parked in the registration lane. I just got my zipper pulled up when the driver came in. Making small talk was a little difficult - especially with Val grinning at me!
Let me say a bit about us. Val and I bought this RV park three years ago. We had both had it with corporate life - we met when we were in different departments of the same company in San Francisco - as well as city life. We found an older couple ready to sell, and after purchasing it we spent two years putting in renovations and slowly removing some of the beatup, rundown long term residents. Those we didn't have the heart to evict outright, we set up in a newly built, back section that was essentially a private neighborhood for them.
Along the way, we added some twists. First off, we made the park clothing optional. It was find to go around nude. We accepted folks in the lifestyle as well, as long as they kept their sex stuff private. Some of our folk were pretty blatant around what they did in private - but the point was they kept it private. So with that, concrete pads for the RVs, enhanced WiFi, decent cable and a rotating collection of X rated DVD's for common use, we had ourselves an interesting place to live and work.
And on the personal side, we both had been married before and we still hadn't discussed our entire histories with one another. That had the affect of constantly keeping us surprised by one another. Val is a real looker - and that's given me a whole new awareness of myself - if a babe like her could choose me, I must be worth something! We live clothing optional so her assets that are almost always on display. Besides her mane of red hair, her green eyes and beautiful face, from the neck down she's also stunning. At five foot, two, her 38D rack is extremely prominent. Add to that the marked coloring of her areolae, her half inch nipples, flat stomach, toned arms, shaved pussy mound and top to bottom tan, and she's far more beautiful than I ever imagined I could be married to! She covers up when she's on desk duty (as do I) since we do occasionally get families who didn't plan ahead and need some place for the night. (We had just finished a small section of 5 sites just for that purpose).
To sweeten the package, Val is smart, funny and horny as hell! She's got the sex drive of a teenaged boy! For a while, I tried to keep (it) up. Thought I was doing okay - but then we got serious, and one of the conditions for our marriage became her freedom to have sex when ever and with whom ever she wanted. The condition I asked was that she always tells me every detail - which makes our sex even better. She's got a dirty mind and isn't bashful about it. That in itself brings many campers back for repeat visits!
Look, I'm not all that bad. I am ten year older than Val; I stand five foot eight, am in passable shape, and like to think that having a thick, eight inch dick is an asset. According to Val, I'm right. Haven't had any complaints, now that I think of it.
Whew. We drifted away from talking about the twins, Hallie and Callie. Their rig wasn't much to speak of - a pickup truck pulling an older, restored Airstream. You've seen them - they look like silver lozenges. The girls seemed competent with it, so I simply gave them their location and sent them off. Once my assistant manager Sondra showed up and I was free to leave, I wandered over to their site to get better acquainted. And yes, to continue checking them out. By the time I was able to drop by, they had unhooked, leveled, made all the connections (electric, cable tv, water and sewer) and were taking out the things that made up their life outside their rig. A rug, folding chairs, a small smoker, bicycles - in other words, they were set up and ready to stay.
The other thing they had done was lose their clothes. When I came to their site they were both nude, reclined and baking in the afternoon sun. You sort of get used to bodies in our business, but the two of them were something special and I stopped to stare. Rude, I know, but something told me they were fine with it.
"Hiya, Roger, glad you could come by. We thought you might - so we decided to prepare for you. You like?"
"Almost impossible NOT to like." I answered. "You two are stunningly beautiful and if you want to show it, I will be sure to appreciate the view!"
One of them - not sure which - actually blushed at that. The other (who I later learned was Hallie) eyed me and said "and you're looking pretty fine yourself, Roger."
It was my turn to get uncomfortable. "Meanwhile, I just came by to officially welcome you to the park, and let you know we have a welcome social this evening at our patio, behind the office at about 7."
"I assume we're dressed appropriately" said the other twin.
"Yes, you are, but help me out - unless you enjoy being mistaken for one another, can you give me the secret to telling you apart? My wife Val would like it as well."
"Well" said one, "I'm the lusty one."
The other chimed in. "And I'm the lewd one."
"Thanks a heap." I responded. "Two dirty minded, erudite, gorgeous women who can't be told apart. Don't say I didn't ask!" I started to turn away.
