My 'Catering at a Stag Do' series seems to have stirred some more narrow-minded readers into a bit of a frenzy. However, I received many direct messages from readers encouraging me to write more. Some of them were women telling me of similar experiences they had had. And Cindy from Australia asked if I would tidy up a true story of her first adventure. We have corresponded for the last couple of months, getting the story to her liking.
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In 2006 my husband Tom and I went on holiday in the Northern Territories of Australia. We had been married for a little over a year, so this was our first holiday away together since our honeymoon. We travelled from one tourist spot to another and stayed in cabins at the local caravan parks.
My name is Cindy, I have a nice trim figure, and I'm not averse to letting guys see it nowadays. But back when this story takes place, Tom and I were still finding each other's limits. I have been a bit of an exhibitionist ever since an older man walked into the wrong changing sheds when I was sixteen. But Although I would've liked to get caught out more, I was much too shy to put myself in any situations where it could have happened.
This particular day, we had spent the day in Litchfield National Park, swimming and sunbathing at a waterhole there. Tom had bought me several sexy items to wear on our holiday; this day, I had on a skimpy lime green bikini. It had taken some persuasion to get me out the door wearing it, as it was a lot more revealing than even I was up for. Once at the waterhole, I wrapt a towel to walk to the pool, which had Tom nagging me to leave the towel off. He had told me several times that having people looking at my body excited him. But as I have said, this early in our marriage, we were both still uneasy about how far the other could push things.
After lunch, many of the people moved on, and a lady near us took her top off and laid back to sunbathe. Tom tried to get me to do the same, but I just couldn't. The thought of being topless excited me but never having been topless in public before held me back.
Around 2:30, we packed up and drove to Katherine, where we had booked into a Caravan park for the night. The proprietor introduced himself as Bruce, a good Aussie name. He thought we were on our honeymoon and offered us one of the honeymoon cabins at the far end of the drive so that we could have some privacy, he said. Of course, we didn't correct him about our being on honeymoon as he was being extra special to us.
The two honeymoon cabins were partially obscured from the rest of the park by a garden of shrubs and small trees. Tom drove past the standard huts, through the gap between the shrubs, and parked outside our front door on the lawn. Once we had our bags inside, Tom grabbed me and threw me on the bed. I could tell he was super horny from perving on my body, barely covered by the skimpy bikini all day.
I decided to tease him and held him at bay, telling him he'd have to wait as I needed to get the washing on. I gathered up all our dirty clothes, towels etc., as he lay on the bed playing with his cock. The rotten bugger kept showing me how hard it was and trying to tempt me onto the bed.
When I returned half an hour later, Tom helped me hang out the washing and dragged me into the cabin, determined to get his way. But I had booked us in for dinner at the Holiday Parks restaurant, as I didn't feel like cooking, and informed him that we had fifteen minutes to get seated. So I started disrobing to put on something nice and noticed the curtains on the window at the end of the bed weren't closed. It was a big window to let as much light in as possible but placed high on the wall for privacy. However, I felt self-conscious being naked in front of it. Tom stood to close the curtains, but they were old and tattered, and no matter how he arranged them, there was a gap in the middle or at the sides. Tom said not to worry about it, as the window would be above head height on the outside, so there was no chance anyone could see in.
I donned some sexy underwear Tom had bought me, then pulled on a thigh-length skirt and a tight T-shirt. I told Tom I needed to put on some lipstick and ducked into our tiny bathroom. It had only a toilet and hand basin; the showers were at the ablution block. While I was in there, I had the dirty thought that I could tease Tom some more by wearing no panties.
When we headed out to dinner, I stopped at the point where the driveway passed through the shrubs as Tom had stopped to get his wallet from the car. As Tom slammed the car door, I lifted my skirt to my waist to show him my bare bum. Then I raced ahead, knowing he would have me there on the grass if he caught me. I knew my naked ass was showing every time my feet kicked up as I ran, and I could hear him catching me fast. I thought of slowing and letting him, as I was getting pretty horny myself.
We were shown to our table and seated. Tom immediately pushed his foot between my legs and tried to force his big toe into my wet pussy.
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"Tom, don't. Someone will see," I complained.
"If you sit and look normal, no one will have a clue," he whispered.
The dinner was an ordeal for both of us. I was embarrassed someone would see what he was doing, and Tom was so aroused I doubted he knew what he was eating.
When we returned to the cabin, I decided to torment him some more and told Tom I was going for a shower before bed, and he had to wait a little longer.
I had to evade his groping hands, grab a towel and my robe, and race off to the shower block.
Tom decided that he could play this game as well. He waited ten minutes, followed me to the showers, and arrived just as I exited. I winked at him and said not to be too long or I might be asleep when he returned.
He laughed, "You can lock the dam door if you want; nothing will stop me when I return."
I gave him my sexiest look, murmured, "Oh goody," then slipped the robe open to show him I was naked. I turned to the side as a couple stood just a few feet away. They would have known what I was doing, but I didn't care; I was very aroused.
Once back in our cabin, I stripped to put on my pyjamas. Then knowing Tom would probably keep me waiting now that I had been messing with him, I got my razor, sat naked on the end of the bed, and trimmed my pubes. I had taken a good look outside first, though, as the curtain on the door did not fit properly either. As I worked on my ginger bush, I sensed a movement at the door and thought it was Tom. So I covered myself with the towel and had a look. But there was no one anywhere near our cabin. The nearest people were down at the ablution block, so I returned to the end of the bed and carried on trimming whilst keeping one eye on the door.
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When Tom left the shower block, a towel wrapt around his waist, he caught a glimpse of Bruce backing out of the bushes near the cabin. He knew straight away that the camp proprietor had been perving on Cindy. He had a moment of jealous anger, then found himself getting hard at the thought of a guy watching her. It was almost dark; the twilight was so short at that time of year.
Bruce passed him halfway to the cabin, carrying a spade. He said hello to Tom, followed by an explanation that he'd been doing a little gardening. When Tom got to the cabin, he looked around the side from where he had seen Bruce exiting. The lawn ended at the corner, and there was a garden with shrubs all down that side. As he stood there, the light came on, and two shafts of yellow light lit up the bushes. So he walked between the plants towards the window to see if Bruce could have seen anything.
The window looked well above his head from the outside, but when he got close, he saw that a bloody great rock had been placed conveniently under it. 'Why was he not surprised?' he thought. The dirty bugger had put them in this cabin for a good reason.
Stepping up on the rock and peering in, he saw Cindy sitting on the end of the bed, brushing her coppery red hair. She kept glancing to her right, watching out for his return. But she was dressed, wearing her pyjama shorts and a tee shirt.
