My Girlfriend’s Dirty Past Pt. 04: Uncovering Secrets and Embracing Pleasure
Literotic asexstories – My Girlfriend’s Dirty Past Pt. 04 by Captainwood2
This story continues from My Girlfriend’s Dirty Past, Part 3, and should be read first.
What a session that had been!
We all decided that we all really needed a shower, so we got some clothes on, collected our towels and washbags and wandered off down the hill to the shower stalls. We emerged a while later with a change of clothes feeling refreshed. Dave and I just had shorts and t-shirts, and Helen had changed into a light blue loose-fitting summer dress with thin straps and her sandals. We all agreed that we were starving so we popped into the little onsite café and had burgers and chips and then went for a drink in the tiny bar just next door.
The bar was very small, with just two tables inside so we sat outside as there were more tables out there and anyway it was still only about 7.00pm and bright and sunny.
“Wow, I’m pretty shattered, but that food certainly helped.”
Said Dave taking a long gulp of his beer.
“Well, you certainly put a lot of energy into that darling! How’s your hand?”
Said Helen chuckling. Dave smiled and turned his palm up looking at it,
“Recovering. How’s your bottom?”
“Glowing!” She replied, beaming at him.
“Did you enjoy that, Helen?” I asked.
“That spanking was fantastic, and I loved having Dave’s finger up my bum! The fucking was pretty damned good too! Thank you, boys.”
“Any time.” Said Dave with a grin.
There were a few people now milling about and a few more came out the bar with drinks and sat on other tables quite close to us, so we had to moderate the subject of our conversation. We just chatted in the evening sunshine for at least an hour and Dave went in to get another round. He came out with beers for us and a gin and tonic for Helen.
“Cheers all.” I said raising my glass.
We clinked our glasses together as Dave added, looking at Helen,
“Bottoms up!”
Which got a laugh! Just then Helen looked up behind me and said brightly,
“Oh, hi!”
“Hello there, it’s you again!”
Two men arrived at our table, at least in their 50s I assumed, looking quite intently at Helen, one of them I noticed stood close to Helen standing above her and I’m sure he was trying to look down her top. They looked a bit odd, sort of geeky and old fashioned, one of them with thick dark-rimmed glasses and greased down obviously dyed black hair, the other with a tight crop of grey hair. They were both wearing dark trousers with sharp creases and quite wide collared shirts, the greasy looking guy also had a horrible brown tie on.
“Have a seat.” Said Helen cheerfully.
“Thank you.” They said in unison.
I was wondering who on earth they were and how the hell Helen would know people like this, when one of them said in a slightly winey voice,
“We nearly didn’t recognise you with your clothes on, Helen.”
And they both chuckled like oversized schoolboys. Right! These were the two guys in the sea getting an eyeful of Helen earlier. Oh my god! They were awful.
“Sorry, Steve, this is Harold. Harold’s a photographer.” She said pointing to the guy with glasses who nodded,
“Amateur.” He added.
“Hi.” I said a bit reservedly.
“And this is…er..”
“Graham.” Said the other.
“Graham.” I said, greeting him as best I could.
“Oh yes, your boyfriend.”
Said Graham slightly sarcastically, pissing me off. He just sort of smirked at me and surreptitiously looked me up and down.
I cringed like mad when Helen asked them if they wanted to join us for a drink after they had sat down opposite Helen and Dave.
“Oh, well actually we have a particularly nice bottle back at the van, we got it special as we thought you might be coming to ours tonight, Helen.”
Said Graham as he stared at her chest.
“Oh, shame, we’ve just got fresh drinks in.” I said, hoping they would clear off.
Helen flashed a slightly irritated look at me, she knew I was trying to get rid of them, and said,
“It’s OK, I’ve only a got a G&T, that won’t last long!”
Dave was sat next to Helen and gave me a look which I couldn’t quite read, but he looked a little uncomfortable. Not as uncomfortable as I was feeling though. What the hell was she doing? Helen downed her drink in one and said,
“Ok, then.” She tapped the table with her hands and said, “Shall we go then?”
She glanced a little furtively at me, blushing slightly and looked away as she stood up. Harold and Graham grinned broadly, stood up and placed themselves either side of Helen like the winners in a lottery most eager to go. Helen leant over to me blushing a bit still and not able to look me in the eye and said,
“Look, I won’t be that long, 20 minutes probably, I’ll see you back here.”
“Right.” I said, blankly, and in utter disbelief.
Then she turned and smiled at them both, Graham held out his arms by his side welcoming her and as she came up next to him, he turned and put his hand on her arse. She didn’t complain and he kept it there as Dave and I watched as they all wondered off towards the caravans. Dave and I just looked at each other a bit stunned.
“Jesus.” Said Dave.
“What do you reckon, Dave?” I asked.
“Bit creepy, aren’t they?”
“Too right.” I said, “I can’t bloody believe she’s going to their caravan with them, bloody hell!”
Dave quietly took another sip of beer not quite knowing what to say, I think he was quite embarrassed for me. I exhaled deeply and took another drink. I was shaking slightly from the shock. We just sat there silently for some time in quiet contemplation taking the occasional drink. After a while I suddenly blurted out in frustration,
“Why the hell is she going to their caravan, Dave?”
I looked at Dave for some sort of clarity and in the vain hope that he could say something calming, but he just blew through his lips and looked at the table thinking.
“Well?”
I said, slightly irritated, waiting for a reply. Dave cleared his throat before speaking,
“Well, Harold is a photographer…amateur.”
He finally offered, imitating Harold’s winey voice when he said the word, ‘amateur’. I looked up at him again and said,
“You think he wants to take pictures of her?”
“Probably.”
“What…you mean…like naked?”
“If you were him, wouldn’t you?”
“Christ! They’re just dirty old men!” I said a bit loud, and one or two people from the other tables looked round at us.
“Shh, Steve, I know,” Said Dave whispering, “Not so loud, mate. I know they are just dirty old men, but you know what Helen is like, she’s such a bloody tease, she can’t help herself, she loves the attention.”
“What, you really think she might do that? Let them take pictures of her, naked?”
“Well, look, they’ve already seen almost everything anyway, it’s not such a quantum leap really I suppose to her stripping off for them in their caravan, is it?”
“Jesus, Dave, that’s not really helping.” I said.
“Helping? Helping in what way, Steve?” He said,
“Helping to ease my mind.”
“Something tells me it’s not your mind that needs easing.”
“What do you mean, Dave?”
“Have you got a hardon?”
“Hey?” I said in genuine surprise.
“Have you got a hardon, thinking about Helen being photographed by those two, because I know I fucking have!”
I breathed out deeply as I contemplated what Dave had just said and felt a bit sheepish. Dave had hit the nail on the head as usual,
“Well, maybe a bit.”
I conceded reluctantly, with a slight smirk. The truth is the blood had been flowing to my cock the moment she wandered off with them, and I was struggling to keep it in check. Dave chuckled,
“I bet it’s more than a bit, mate. I bet you are rock hard thinking about what she’s up to in that caravan!”
I looked at Dave again raising my eyebrows then looked around the open area and said,
“Let’s sit over here on the grass away from the crowd.”
We moved a short distance onto a small bank out of earshot from the other drinkers. I looked at my watch nervously, it had already been 15 minutes since Helen had gone off. My mind was running through all sorts of scenarios wondering what the hell she was up to.
“You, OK?” Said Dave, looking slightly concerned.
“Yes, I suppose so, I think it’s just the not knowing, it’s doing my head in!”
“I know, mate.” Said Dave calmly.
We sat for some time again just pondering the situation. I finished my pint and went back inside the bar for another round. It took some time to get served as the tiny bar was starting to fill up with the evening campers keen to enjoy the sunshine with a drink or two.
I came out finally with a couple of fresh pints and wondered back over to the grass bank where Dave was laying and handed him his beer,
“Cheers, mate!”
“Cheers!”
I sat still in quiet turmoil as Dave kept an eye on me and finally said,
“Cheer up mate, it might never happen!”
“Yeah, sure, but I bet it is already happening!”
I looked at my watch again anxiously. Nearly a bloody hour now, she said she would be 20 minutes! Dave knew exactly what I was thinking.
“What the hell is she up to?” I said again.
“Well, I think we both know what she’s up to, Steve.”
“Do we?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“What do you think she’s doing then?”
“You really want to know what I think?” Dave asked.
“Yes!”
Dave looked at his watch, noted the time, then said,
“Well, she’s been gone ages now, so I imagine she’s probably letting them both fuck her.”
I nearly chocked on my pint! I was amazed that Dave could be so direct.
“Those two dirty old sods! Why would she want to let them fuck her?”
“Oh, come on, you know exactly what she’s like! I just fucked her, and more, and you were fine with that too!”
“Yeah, but you’re a mate, a very close mate, good looking too, and we both know you well, and we both love you because you’re our friend, that’s totally different, it feels really safe with you, just an extension of friendship, a bit of fun, even though it was quite dirty!”
We both laughed at that.
“So, what’s the big difference, you enjoyed what she did with you and me didn’t you?”
“Yes, I loved every minute of it!”
“So, I thought you were excited by her having other men.”
“I am! But I thought it would be happening in similar circumstances to me and you, and I thought I would have a say in it, I thought it would be a mutual decision between myself and Helen, not…well…”
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