John and Barbara went into Paris by bus for the day. They invited me to join them. I declined, thinking they’d need space to be by themselves. From not having met them 12 hours or so beforehand, suddenly it was like I was on holiday with them. they locked the van and I pretended to be sorting my wet things out but to be honest, I didn’t have anything better to do and soon regretted not going with them. I sat in my tent and had a wank. Then I went for a shower and had a little walk around the Bois de Boulogne. I couldn’t wait for them to come back. I didn’t have long to wait, they were back at 4pm, slightly worse for wear after a long lunch in the city. ‘How are your things?’ asked John. ‘still pretty wet I said’. ‘we brought you some dinner’ said Barbara, holding up a bag ‘hungry? Come and have a drink with us’. I sat in the van with them for an hour or so. We shared a bottle of wine and the ham and cheese etc they’d brought. As they’d had lunch I ate most of it. Barbara seemed more tipsy than I’d seen yesterday and she sat very close to me, her thigh against mine. I wondered if John was aware of how flirty she was. we moved onto a new bottle of Pernod and they asked me more about my ex gf and where I was planning on going. I told them I didn’t have a plan, just go where the trains took me. Spain maybe. They were heading to the south coast to a villa that belonged to a friend of theirs. They had it for two weeks but were taking their time there and back in the campervan (which is their usual holiday mode). After a couple of large pernods John declared that he was going for a pre bedtime shower. By now it was dark. John was barely out of sight when Barbara’s hand reached my cock. I was hard in seconds. ‘let’s get on the floor’ she said. ‘what if your husband comes back? ‘he won’t he always takes ages in the shower’. There was no messing, her shorts were off and mine were down to my ankles. I pulled her knickers to the side and slid into her – she was already soaking ‘I’ve been thinking about this all day’ she said. I didn’t last long despite having a wank earlier in the day. Barbara didn’t seem to mind. She just purred when I came inside her. ‘come with us to Provence’ she said. ‘you can fuck me all day every day then. and there’s a pool, think how much fun it’ll be’. It was tempting but all I could think about in my naivety was that John would catch us. ‘I’ll think about it’ I said feebly. ‘you do that’ she said as she nibbled and sucked her way down my body underneath me until she took my limp soggy cock in her mouth and licked me clean. She had a hand cupped over her pussy to prevent my spunk from dribbling out. She licked an accumulation from her fingers and placed her knickers back over her pussy lips. She looked so fucking horny. She grabbed a towel. ‘shower time’ she said and left me alone in the van. I tidied myself up then some of the things from the table and John reappeared. We made small talk about this and that and then poured some more drinks. As my tent was dry I said I could sleep in there tonight if I could borrow their blanket. ‘whichever you prefer he said. ‘but let’s have a few drinks first.’ ‘I think Barbara has taken a shine to you’ he said eventually. ‘oh?’ I asked, not knowing where this was going. ‘like the son she never had’ he said. If only he knew, I thought. Then it occurred to me that she’d been ages in the shower. I told him so. ‘she’ll be doing her hair – it takes ages in those feeble showers. How about you come down to our villa for a few days? It’s a nice journey and it’ll be different for us, instead of being on our own’. ‘well, I was supposed to be seeing Europe, you know.’ ‘yes but you’ll still have time for that. We’ll take a couple of days to get down there, we pick up the keys on Saturday and even if you stay until the Tuesday you’ll still have over two weeks left on your ticket’. At this point Barbara came into view. I gazed at her as she came towards the van. She had a short t-shirt, no bra, very short cut off jeans, flip flops and her dark brown shoulder length hair was wet and tangly. She looked fantastic. I don’t know for sure, but I think I sighed. ‘here she comes’ John said ‘isn’t she lovely?’ ‘yes’ I said simply. I ached when she smiled at me through the window. ‘I’ve just been telling Jack here he should come with us to the villa’ he announced. ‘darling that’s a super idea’ she echoed. ‘do come with us Jack it’ll be fun!’ ‘thanks, I’ll think about it’ I said, wondering whether they’d discussed it together before at all or whether they’d independently asked me but for different reasons. I’d already decided not to. It didn’t seem fair on him. That night I was back in the tent. It was hot and uncomfortable. But at least I didn’t have to worry about being caught with a stray cock under my blanket. It made no difference. Next morning I heard John go for his shower (he did like to shower twice a day) and within seconds the zipper went on my tent, Barbara slithered in and before too long she was impaled on my young cock. She rode me in silence, me kissing her breasts as she did so. I came inside her and she just stayed there, holding me, the cum I’d shot up her came out over my cock and balls. ‘are you coming with us?’ she asked. ‘no’ I said quietly. eventually without speaking she kissed my lips tenderly and left. I wondered whether anyone had seen her come or go. I must have dozed off until I heard her call ‘breakfast’. They had set a picnic table up outside with coffee, croissants and jam. ‘you didn’t need to do this’ I said. ‘nonsense’ john said. ‘anyway, it’s our farewell treat. We’re heading south today. What are your plans?’. ‘well I haven’t actually seen Paris yet so I think I’ll do that today and tomorrow, then head somewhere’. ‘we’re staying about 40 minutes from Marseilles. Look, if you change your mind and want some company, we’ll be going into Marseilles for the day on Sunday. Just in case we’ll come to the station at 4pm. We’ll have a coffee in the station main café and if you’re there then great, if not, well, its been lovely to meet you.’ ‘thank you. that’s very kind. Don’t put yourself out on my account’. ‘don’t worry, its no bother at all’ said John. I decided not to wait for them to leave. So I got my things together, closed up my tent and told them I was getting a bus in to Paris. I thanked them again for helping me out, shook his hand and gave Barbara a hug – it was a bit more lingering than I’d hoped in front of her husband. I turned around and walked without looking back.