Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Jack Wellard Title: Speechless in France Summary: A true story about a camping incident in 1974. Keywords: MF, consensual, cheat Version: 1.00 ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Jack Wellard (wellard94@hotmail.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright (C) 2011 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved. Speechless in France French campsites are a model of European civilisation! There is no booking and people arrive from all over Europe, pick their preferred place and set up camp. Conversations are often short because of language barriers, many nationalities speak English, which annoys the French considerably! Walking around a campsite it is often not possible to identify a stranger's nationality unless they speak or you see them at their pitch, when their car registration might give a good clue. Mostly when passing another camper there will be an exchange of a nod, smile and "Bonjour" and move on. It's all very relaxed and friendly. We are always amazed at the way so many non-communicating nationalities actually get along very well with all the others. As I suggested earlier - it's all very civilised. We had taken to camping in France when our daughters were small and brought our tent and all the gear over for several weeks during most summer holidays. We didn't book anywhere, just turned up and took pot luck. The campsite where my story took place was in Normandy, at a busy town with plenty of things to do to keep the kids interested. Depending on the weather our normal pattern was to stay a few or several days, visit the local sights, then move on. Our routine was well practised in both setting up and packing the camping stuff away. We had decided to move on from this lovely little town, there were other equally attractive places not too far away - one of the beauties of visiting France! In the warmth of the French sunshine our packing had followed its usual smooth pattern. The tent went in last as it had to come out first at the next place. We always put our clean clothes and showering kit on the front seat while we stuffed the ancient Volvo estate car. At a certain point we would send the girls off to get showered, they would usually be back just as the packing was about finished. Then they would either sit in the car or play around close by while my wife went for her shower. When she came back it would be my turn to wash off the sweat of packing. My wife strolled back rubbing a towel through her hair and warned me that the showers were very busy. I gave her a hug, smelling her clean, fragranced hair. My suggestion that I could get her all sweaty again met with a stern rebuke and words to the effect that I could take my dirty body and mind off to the shower and do something to relieve my itch. I set off, only slightly deflated, with clean shorts, towel and shampoo. The uni-sex shower block consisted of twenty showers in two rows, back to back. I slowly trudged along one bank of doors. All were in use. I moved on trying each door but getting the same negative result. I turned the corner to check the reverse line and found the same result. That is, until I reached the last door, it wasn't locked. I sighed gratefully, pushed open the door and stepped inside. The naked woman under the spray of the shower looked at me without flinching! I stopped inside the almost closed door and made to back out but something in her face caused me to hesitate. She stood quite still, facing me and not attempting to cover her rather lovely body in any way. The water flowed across her breasts and down through her dark pubic hair. As I hesitated, a look of query on my face, there was the tiniest of flickers in her eyes which persuaded me to stay. She watched as I turned and locked the door, then she turned sideways lifting her face into the cascading water. I was fascinated at the way the water focussed on the hard nipples and streamed away almost as though the water was coming from inside her breasts! I put my towel and clean shorts on the peg and stepped out of the old swimming shorts I had worn to pack the car. One of the disadvantages of family camping was the lack of privacy in the tent. My wife was reluctant to have sex while the girls were only a couple of feet away and our usual daily dose of love-making had to be set aside. As a result, the sight of the gorgeous naked woman had aroused my cock instantly so that when I stepped out of my shorts my erection was ready and waving in anticipation. The woman smiled as she watched my approach. She made space for me under the shower and opened her arms to embrace me. We kissed under the warm spray, my hands caressing her back as hers caressed mine. There was mutual appreciation that time was short so a great deal of passion was transmitted in that kiss and embrace. She pressed her belly against my straining cock. As we broke for breath I dropped to my knees and eased her legs apart. I looked up into her eyes as my hands swept up and down the insides of her slippery thighs. Her eyes glazed as my fingers found her labia and eased them apart. I nuzzled my face into her pubic mound and ran my tongue from bottom to top of her vagina. I rested at her clitoris and licked all around it then took the precious pearl between my lips. I sucked it gently, watching her face. She was smiling softly, her eyes closed, mouth open. While I sucked and licked her erect clitoris she threw back her head into the ever present torrent of shower water. I gently slipped a finger inside her cunt and softly caressed her G-spot. Her hands clutched my head tightly into her vagina and her hips thrust her pubic bone rapidly against my mouth. As her orgasm drew closer she moved one hand to the wall to keep herself upright as she thrust ever harder against my eager tongue and finger. She climaxed in suppressed silence. Her breasts quivered with the vibration of her shuddering orgasm. Slowly she subsided down my body. I kissed her breasts and eased her further down onto my lap as I still squatted on my haunches. Using the finger still inside her to guide the way I slipped my aching erection into her cunt as she settled down firmly on my cock. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and we kissed again. Passion was firing us both as our tongues exchanged eager touches. She was moaning into my mouth and I guessed that she was enjoying another climax. Her body jerked against me, her arms clutched me tighter and her moans increased inside my mouth. It was incredibly sexy! Whether it was controlled or an automatic spasm following her last orgasm I didn't know but her inner muscles gripped and released my erection almost drawing it deeper into her warm belly. It was incredibly exciting. I lifted my hips and thrust hard against her, holding steady and letting her make the movements. The rising glow of my own orgasm began to heat my body until my inevitable release exploded hard and hot inside her cunt. She continued to thrust and moan as our combined climaxes devoured us. Slowly she relaxed, leaned back and looked deep into my eyes. She smiled and leaned in to kiss me one last time then pulled herself off my penis and wiped herself clean under continuing warm shower. As I stood she reached over to my now half-soft cock and gently wiped it with a soapy hand. It started to harden almost immediately, she giggled, let go and left me under the shower. As I washed my hair and scrubbed my body the woman dried herself, dressed and moved to the door. She unlocked the door, turned and gave me a subtle half-smile then opened the door and was gone. I slipped the bolt to make sure I wasn't further delayed and finished my ablutions. Drying briskly with my towel I realised we had spoken not one word and I had no idea what nationality she was! Back at the car my wife enquired about the cleanliness of my body and mind. She seemed more than glad to hear that both had received due attention and went back to organising the kids into the car. Everything done and the outside of the car checked one last time I started the engine and reversed back onto the track to the exit. As we slowly passed the camping office I saw my shower partner walking with two small children, one on each hand. Despite the heat I rolled up the window so that I wouldn't hear their voices as we passed them, instinctively preferring the mystery of not knowing the woman's nationality! The End. ---- Copyright (C) 2011 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.