Another sunny day and another cycle ride along my favourite towpath. I get to see the same faces on most of my rides along this route. Many are living in the narrow boats; some walkers are holidaying in the area and some use the path for exercise. It was today that two familiar faces greeted me with a smile. Simon and Louise were staying at one of the local camp sites in their motorhome. They toured the UK as well as the continent. He a retired Fireman and she a retired Nurse. I pulled over and gave them a cheery morning hello and they smiled broadly back. “Fancy us bumping into you this morning. It’s our last day here” said Louise. “Really? That’s a shame. Just as you are getting to like our local beauty spots.” I responded “Oh we do a lot of moving around.” She replied. “Have you saved anything special ‘til the end?” I asked. “We always do. It depends on our luck.” She replied. Interesting remark I thought as I puzzled over the twinkle in her eye as the words left her lips. She had luscious lips and a relaxed tone. “What does luck have to do with your plans?” I asked curiously “Weather permitted or location?” “I suppose neither” she replied. “The weather doesn’t matter in a motorhome and the location is the same wherever we park.” Interesting choice of words. “So, where does the luck come into it?” “Ahhh the luck is meeting the right person to take back to the motorhome.” She replied with a broad grin and a wink to Simon. I looked at Simon and he gave her the same reaction. “Well do I qualify?” I asked cheekily. “You tell us” Simon fired back. “Why don’t we return to the motorhome and find out? I offered. Louise opened the door “After you” she smiled. I leaned my bike against the side of the motorhome and stepped into the spacious lounge area. Followed by Louise and Simon who pulled the door closed behind him. “Make yourself comfortable” said Louise. I sat down on one of the side seats and took off my helmet and gloves. “It’s another warm day” “Very warm” she responded. “We have been out walking and are too warm, do you mind if we have a quick shower to cool off, and change into something more comfortable?” “Feel free” I replied. “Pour yourself a cold drink, it’s in the fridge” she said pointing to the kitchenette. I sat down again with a glass of chilled water. Looking around the lounge was neat and practical for travelling through the country side. It smelled of a light flowery scent. I could hear their muffled voices over the sound of the shower and wondered what they had meant by “right person?” Right for what? Right for whom? Before I could ponder the answer, the partition door swished open and Louise walked into the lounge, she was wrapped in a large fluffy towel pulled around her with the top corner tucked into the towel above her bustline. Simon followed, dressed in a thick white bathrobe. She settled herself into the opposite seat and Simon into a big padded swivel-chair nearby. I couldn’t help but check out the shape of an ample bosom restrained behind the towel and her shapely legs draped over the seat edge. Simon was sitting in a typical man-spread position with his elbows on his knees and hands clasped together in his lap. “Ahh that’s sooo much better” she gasped. “Feeling cooler for having a cold drink?” In actual fact I was starting to feel quite warm and hoped my flushed face wouldn’t be too obvious. “A little” I said unconvincingly. “Relax and enjoy the moment” Simon said intriguingly. “Yes” agreed Louise “You are among friends.” “No-one is going to eat you” she laughed. “Well, maybe not all of you” she continued with a wicked smile. Simon echoed her laugh and began to relax back into his chair. It creaked as he leaned back causing it to tilt back and swivel in my direction. With my attention now on him he smiled as he allowed his knees to part, offering me a view under his robe and along the inside of his thighs. My eyes fleetingly settled on his crutch. My god! He was not wearing any underwear and he was offering me a glimpse of his balls. I looked back to his face to see a knowing smile. He was testing me. Was I to be the right person for their needs? I took a sip of my water and licked my lips as I swallowed deeply. Turning my attention to Louise “Soo have you cooled down now?” What a clumsy question I thought as the words left my lips. “Just getting warmed up” she responded. “Oh, I think I am getting a little too warm” I said trying to regain some composure. “Then why not remove some of your clothing?” Said Simon. “I am sure Louise will give you a helping hand won’t you darling?” “Of course, I will” she responded eagerly. “Where shall I change out of my clothes?” I asked generally. “Why here of course” They replied in unison with a smile. By now I was very horny and as I stood up my skin tight cycling shorts were not concealing any of my obvious arousal from Louise’s attentive eye. “My you’re excited, aren’t you?” she exclaimed as she viewed my erection through my shorts. “This is going to be fun” said Simon to his wife. I felt more than a little self-conscious standing there in such revealing shorts, but it was strangely exciting too and so I set aside any embarrassment I felt in order to “relax and enjoy the moment” as Simon had suggested. I began to roll down the shorts when Louise interrupted my focus “Slowly, no need to rush.” She instructed. “I want to saviour the reveal.” “Yes” repeated Simon “Don’t rush the moment.” I slowly pulled my cycle shorts down to my thighs as Louise had instructed and my cock sprung out of them as they revealed to their penetrating gaze. Louise Mmmmm’d approval as Simon sucked in through his clenched teeth. “Nice cock” he approved. “Glad you like it” I answered back. It was standing to attention and firmly erect for the occasion. Simon began to pull open the front of his robe to reveal the hardest cock I think I have ever seen. I stood up straight for 8” and was topped by a firmly swollen purple nob. What a beauty he had. I can see where Louise lusts after cocks with a specimen like that on tap. “What a beautiful cock you have” I blurted out. “You can get your hands on it if you want.” He responded. “I’ll let you play with it. If you are up for it.” The thought of it made my cock dance “I think he likes it” she replied. Indicating my throbbing cock as it moved involuntarily. As I tugged my shorts down Louise stood up, undid her towel and let it drop to the floor. WOW! What a body! It didn’t disappoint. Her breasts were 100% natural, hanging low but her nipples were hard and proud. My eyes must’ve been popping as she whispered “What do you think? Wanna play?” My bobbing cock seemed to answer for me. Simon sat back with his robe pulled open and was gently pulling on his magnificent cock. A broad smile across his face. “Go on. Help him with those shorts.” He prompted. Louise stepped in front of me and kneeled down, her fingers entwined in the waistband pulled my shorts down my legs to the floor. I obliged her by stepping out of them and kicking them away. I then pulled my T-shirt up over my head and felt a light kiss on the tip of my nob. I instinctively pulled back a fraction.” Don’t you like that?” she teased. Free of my top I tossed it aside and looking down at her I moved my hips forward in answer to her question. She smiled and took hold of my shaft with her hands and rolled it back to expose its pumped purple head. A glob of clear pre-cum nested in the small opening at the end. She licked it out with the tip of her tongue before swirling her tongue all over my nob as if licking the sugar off a strawberry. WOW what a sensation! Soliciting more juice from my little slit her swirls slowed and swept over the tip before circling along the cheeks beneath the slit. She worked the entire head with her probing tongue under the rim of my nob having rolled my hood back on my shaft. My mind was ablaze with colours and sensations. A mind full of Rainbows and silent fireworks exploding into bursts of sparkling colours as her tongue went to work on my member. Each sensation peaked with a new burst in my mind. Suddenly she stopped. I opened my eyes. “I don’t want you to run out of fuel too soon.” She said through her cheeky grin. Leading me to the sofa seat, she sat down and slid her hips forward over the edge of the cushion. She splayed her legs wide and for the first time I was able to see her pussy. A neatly trimmed mound of dark curly wisps crowned swollen dark lips. A small hood not quite hiding her swollen clitoris, her very own little cock head. A button of pleasure. She reached down with her fingers and pulling her outer lips apart to reveal her blood red cave. Her opening was glistening with her own unique juice. I kneeled in front of her, my eyes fixed on it. I traced a path along her thigh with my moist tongue, each in turn before, first the outsides then the soft warm surfaces of her inner thighs. I could feel her tensing the muscles in her thighs as if anticipating my tongue, her own firework displays maybe? I began to lengthen my tongue strokes, swirling my tongue over her warm upper thighs. Closer and closer towards her mound. Up over the top of her belly and back down over her velvet-soft Mons Pubis. My chin brushing her trimmed hairs I ran my tongue over her clitoris. I hover over it, flicking my tongue in rapid brush strokes over its tip. It felt like the tiny head of a penis, her very own little cock as I liked to refer to it. She let out a gasp and her body stiffened; her hips pushed up hard into my face. I lapped her hard protrusion and mouthed its little head as she began to rhythmically move her mound in thrusting motions. I could taste her and she tasted good. Her pussy gave off the unmistakable smell of arousal. Warm wet arousal. As I kneeled over her a hand was slipped between my legs. It brushed along the inside of my thigh as it moved higher. Gently caressing my sac. It wasn’t her hand as that both of her hands were holding my head closer to the pleasure zone between her legs. It was Simon’s hand I felt holding my balls. It was a comfortable cup to rest them in so I went with it. His hand swirled gently over my sac as he caressed it. I continued to work her opening and suck on her clit. My enthusiasm grew as Simon worked his magic on me. It was a sublime experience, unlike any fantasy I had imagined, and I had a vivid and well-developed imagination. As my tongue danced over her very private little place, I could feel her thrusting into my face as her back arched and she let out quiet whimpers of pleasure in rhythm to the sweeps of my tongue over her little cock head. Simon’s hand moved from my balls to grasp my solid shaft and began to pull on my shaft. Every pull sent a ripple of pleasure through my cock. I wasn’t sure I could last much longer as I could feel the excitement building in the pit of my stomach with each firm pull. The sensation was growing rapidly and I knew how it would overwhelm me beyond the point of no return I would have no choice but to give in to the surge within me. It was like a tsunami in my body, advancing rapidly, uncontrollably through my legs, onward up my thighs, its intensity growing. Simon sensed my urgency and began pulling harder, increasing his hold and faster and faster his hand moved along my shaft. From base to tip his hand worked my stiff cock. As if in tune to the mounting crescendo my tongue began to work her opening, plucking at her clit with the tip of my tongue as if plucking the strings of a Stradivarius such was the value of her cunt at this moment in time. My tongue flashed over her and into her slit, wet and warm I could taste her, smell he, and bathe in her juice. Suddenly I felt the unmistakable thrust in my belly as my orgasm burst through my cock. It felt as though my legs would buckle and I would collapse to the ground. My body wracked from the peak of pleasure, again and again I shot my hot cum. Thrusting as Simon’s hand continued to pull and push his hand over my member as if squeezing every last drop of my creamy fountain. Louise began to writhe on my face her orgasm becoming too much for her to control any longer. She too gave into it. It took control of her body, her limbs and she groaned loudly withy each surge as it enveloped her. She clasped her hands on my head and pulled me into her leaking cunt. She wanted me to eat her, devour her and I rose to the challenge. I pulled at her clit with my teeth, gently and with more of a sucking motion than a true bite. The nibbling seemed to heighten her pleasure as her whimpers became groans and then screams of pure ecstasy. I was spent by the time Louise had reached her third convulsive orgasm. Totally bombed, my legs like quivering jelly, numbed by what had happened. I turn to look at Simon to see him feverishly working his own cock. I turned and offered “Can I help with that?” It was the least I could do after all they had done for me. He nodded and let his stiff cock hang momentarily until I could slip my hand up his lovely cock, closing my fingers around it I began to move my hand along his shaft, pulling and pushing as he had done to mine. I could feel every little ridge and muscular irregularity of his hard cock against my hand. He threw back his head at my touch, sucking air through his clenched teeth. As if, out of an instinctive need to please him, I leaned forward and taking my hand off his cock I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock. I pressed my mouth onto his shaft as I thrust my face towards his belly. His penis sliding into my mouth and against the back of my throat. Effortlessly it slipped deep into me before withdrawing as I moved my mouth over its firm shiny purple helmet. I slavered over the head and under it on the stretched frenum on the underside of his glans. The twin cheeks of his nob were taught as I flipped them against my probing tongue. I could feel it throb and swell against my pursed lips. Like an upturned strawberry it was drawn into my mouth and then pushed out again with my lips as they closed and slipped back to the little opening in the tip. With each movement he groaned louder, hissing the air through his locked jaws. Suddenly a strong pumping action took over from the rhythmic pulses and it felt like his cock was about to explode. He grabbed my head as if to lock it in place over his nob as I felt a hot jet of cum hit the back of my throat, once……twice……. three times it spurts, generous glops of dense fluid into the back of my mouth and over my tongue. Salty cum seemingly filled my mouth. I swallowed deeply and continued to work his cock, cleaning it of every last drop of his tasty ejaculate. He groaned his gratitude for my participation on him as Louise looked on from her sofa. It was certainly the experience of a lifetime for me but I sensed a well-rehearsed routine for them. How many times had they honed their skills on some passer-by I wondered as I dressed to smiles from both? We spoke very little as I picked up my cycling stuff. But I guess actions speak louder than words as the saying goes. We exchanged pleasantries as she opened the door and with a peck on my cheek and a cheery wave I stepped outside and mounted my bicycle. Riding away I looked back and the door was closed. Was this a routine enacted wherever they would stay I wondered? Would they be there next time I rode this way? Maybe they only entertained once before moving on to pastures, and adventures new?