As I lived alone most of the time, I decided that it would be a good idea to have quite a sociable holiday. When I was looking at what was available I noticed that most holidays, which involved groups of people, were very active or even extreme sporting holidays which was not my thing at all. However, I did notice a walking holiday which I thought that even I could cope with. I walked to work each day so I knew that I was not totally unfit and I did enjoy the countryside, especially living in a town, as I appreciated it more and so I booked up for a week in the summer.

The holiday was in Devon and the walks looked really nice. The accommodation was a sort of shared cabin where we all stayed together and ate together. I had thought this would not be that good, but forced myself to do it because I knew I needed to be more social, but actually it turned out to be good fun. I found that I had a lot in common with quite a few of the people there and so conversations were easy and relaxed and the food and drinks served were fantastic. Even the beds were comfy which I was surprised about.

After the first few days we had a day when we could do what we pleased. It was an opportunity for us to either have a rest from walking or discover places which were not on our itinerary. Most people headed out and I stayed behind, having not planned anything and to be honest a bit tired and glad of a rest. I thought that I would write a few postcards and then maybe just stroll to the village and get a pub lunch and post the cards.

I expected to be alone, in fact I thought that I was until about 10am one of the guys appeared at the table and helped himself to some breakfast. He had taken advantage of being able to have a lie in and wasn't intending on doing much that day either. I suggested he join me for lunch at the pub and he agreed so we had a nice few hours and quite a few drinks before returning back to the cabin. We sprawled on our bunks and chatted more. The conversation was varied and at one point he said that he had often wondered what it would be like to have sex on a bunk bed at the top as it might sway and make things more fun. I suggested we try, in a jokey manner and hopped up on his bunk and jumped on top of him. We pretended to hump each other and laughed as the bed swayed a little bit. My eyes caught his and suddenly we were kissing each other.

I don't know if it was the drinks or what but we were all over each other, firstly exploring with tongues, then with hands and I soon found myself lying on top of him with hardly any clothe son. There was something about the way that he touched me that was making my body tingle all over and I just needed to feel my naked body next to his. I was chilly so I stripped my last few items of clothing off and let them drop to the ground I suggested we get under the covers. He agreed and soon we were cuddling together, completely naked, all warm and cosy.

I couldn't stop rubbing myself up against him and his hands were all over me, making me shiver even if he wasn't touching particularly sensitive parts. Soon though his hands were at my pussy, exploring my folds of skin, clitoris and deep inside me. I was certainly hot enough now but enjoyed our safe hiding place and knew if anyone walked in, although it would be obvious what we were doing, they would not see anything.

I was getting desperate now, I needed to be filled so I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down and felt it swelling. As soon as I could bear it no longer, I climbed on top of him, sitting up and riding his hard cock. I knew my body was now exposed but the cool air gave me pleasure and knowing someone could walk in was turning me on so much. I pumped up and down and moaned with joy as I FELT FULL AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. MY CLIT RUBBED AGAINST HIS BODY AND SENT TINGLES THROUGH ME. I WAS CLOSE TO COMING NOW AND NEEDED HIM TO COME TO SO I STROKED HIS BALLS AND BEGGED HIM TO FILL ME WITH HIS COME. HE THRUSTED IN TO ME, AS BEST HE COULD AND I COULD HEAR HIM MOANING TOO AS HE LET GO AND ALLOWED HIS BODY TO DO WHAT IT NEEDED. As our bodies moved together, my breasts wobbled and I sweated. It felt so amazing and I didn't want it to end but I hear him begin to moan louder and thrust with more intensity and knew he was close. I squeezed my pussy around his cock to give him more pleasure and he shouted 'Yes' as his come flooded inside me and I could feel it leaking down my legs as I came too, shuddering down on top of him with a series of little cries of pleasure, pressing down on his cock and milking out every last bit of his seed.

We didn't do it again, we had to quickly tidy ourselves up ready for the return of the others and we had no other opportunities, but we have organised to go on a more private holiday together next time, so we can repeat our experience as many times as we like without the fear of being disturbed.