Camping

Looking back, its amazing how one single decision, one single event can shape a life. Sometime in 1990, I decided, with a group of student friends, to go travelling in France.

Along the way, in a small camping site, in the south west of France, I met a lovely, young (just seventeen) french girl. To think, from that first meeting, the following 20 years of my life would be shaped - moving to France, learning the language, finding a job, getting married, and finally having two delightful children.

There was undoubtedly an element of holiday romance, mixed with a heady dose of exotic (or erotic - if you can call it erotic at 17!) discovery, in the meeting of two cultures. Ah, her french accent .. her french attitude to life.

Thinking back, the choice of a campsite as a holiday destination was just perfect for a young couple. The days spent on the beach, the evenings wandering through the pine scented forests, and the balmy late nights often spent in the communal showers, lathering each others bodies.
With youthful wonder she'd watch as my seed would gush forth, briefly coating her stomach before being washed away by the warm water.

The next summers to come were invariably a mix of campsites and sexual discovery. A perfect combination! If only that little tent of hers could talk .. Thirty discovered her love of oral sex (giving and receiving) in that confined environment. Each evening, once the sun had set, we'd slowly explore each other's bodies, listening to the to-and-fro of campsite life outside.



And those quiet out-of-the-way campsites .. ahh. Many an empty pool was used for our entertainment. Early mornings spent naked under the warming sun, gazing upon her youthful body.