I’m sure most people are familiar with the phrase, “My son went to New York and all I got was this lousy T shirt!” There are of course a number of variations on the same theme. Well! In this instance its a case of,” I went all the way to the South of France and all I got was, “Fucked by Frank, a 64 year old, overweight, retired and widowed lorry driver from Burnley!” ( A town in Lancashire, Northern England for those not familiar with it). Although his name was actually Patrick, but Frank fitted better in the Title and was the name of a fat old brute of a Landlord, who fucked me when I was a young nurse, but that’s a whole different story, whom Patrick reminded me of.

Day 1.

My husband Ted and I had been on our latest motorrhome trip for five weeks and found ourselves in Cap D’Agde, a coastal town in the southern region of France. I should mention that we had both retired at the ages of 50, well Ted totally and I’d set myself up as a health care consultant after doing thirty years as a nurse and nursing manager, a couple of years earlier, hence being away for so long. Cap D’Agde actually has a nudist resort which is indicative of the mindset of some of the people who go there. As I say, we had been away for five weeks and having a dog in a motorhome is not conduisive to having sex so I was feeling pretty frustrated, as was Ted, I had to make do with the odd lady wank in a morning when Ted went walking the pooch. On a couple of occasions, when the campsite had unisex toilets and showers we had managed some fun in them but not so far on this trip.

I was just back from a shower one morning, still in my robe, when I heard Ted talking to someone outside, who had a broad Lancashire accent, (Frank). I opened the window blinds and the window, sticking my head out and asking Ted if he wanted tea of coffee to drink. As he answered me, Frank also said, “ooooh! I’ll have a tea too if there’s one going darling. Milk and two sugars!” Not even a please! As he spoke he was staring, or should I say leering at me with a cocky, smug look on his fat face.

“Uuuugghh! Pig!” I thought. However I don’t believe in being rude so I just replied, OK.

Not long after I’d rwplied I heard Ted say. “Come in Frank. We’ll have it inside, its nice to meet a fellow Lancastrian away from home.” Then they were in and Ted introduced me. I was horrified. I was still in my robe and could hardly get dressed. I know I’d walked to the shower block in it but that wasnt being close up and personal with a pig of a man. I made a note to tear a strip off Ted later. I made tea and we sat, Ted and Frank chatting, all the while I was feeling more and more uncomfortable because although Frank was chatting to Ted he was leering at me, mostly at my bare legs as the robe was half way up my thigh. I also noticed that the top was a bit looser than usual as I had just about began to get out of it to get dressed when I heard them talking outside. I could feel my face blush as I tried to subtly tighten it. Also Frank kept asking me questions, staring at me, his eyes undressing me. Eeeuuuuckkk!

Finally he was gone and I was in such a hurry to get dressed I actually couldn’t be bothered laying into Ted after he said, “what a really nice chap. He’s on his own, wife passed away last year. Maybe we’ll have him in for a bit of dinner.”

“Save me!” I thought.

Day 2.

Ted had taken the dog for a walk, and I was pottering about, preparing things for breakfast. I hadn’t showerd yet and was still in my robe. There was a loud knock at the door. Wondering who could be I opened it to see Fat Frank standing there with three mugs of tea in his hand and that smug smile on his fat face. “Morning darling. Thought I’d return the favour on the brew front.” With that he was in the van. He quickly looked around and asked, “where’s Ted?”

“Out walking the dog!” He’s only just gone so won’t be back for about an hour.” I replied. What the hell was I thinking. Out of politeness I said,”well I suppose as you’ve made the tea you’d best sit down.”

I took a seat and he only went and sat next to me, saying, “oh me and you alone, can we trust ourselves?” As he snickered. We chatted a little bit and he told me about his wife passing and I had to say, the nurse in me felt for him. Behind all his northern gruffness and gob he was quite a nice man. Although I warmed to him somewhat I still felt a little uncomfortable about being alone with him. Then out of the blue he got on the subject of sex and how he missed it since his wife passed. Finally he said, “Ted’s a lucky man.” You got any hot friends like you, whi might take pity on a poor single old man like me? I bet you and Ted are at it all the time.”

I had a mix of emotions, defensive and rage. How dare he. “No I don’t have any friends and being in a motorhome with a dog doesn’t exactly do wonders for one’s sex life!” I fired back.

“Well I can look after the dog if you and Ted want a bit of How’s your father!” He chuckled. Or I could always help you out whilst Ted’s out walking. Seems like we’re both gagging for it.”

My blood almost boiled over and I said,” I think you should go now or I’ll tell Ted what you said!” I scowled. In a flash he was gone.

My mind raced. I knew if I told Ted he might thump Frank. On the other hand he might not. He was always on about me having another man. “Fuck! What was thinking?” I decided I needed to go shower. I grabbed my things and stepped outside. I saw Frank sitting in his van next to our pitch, door open. He smiled at me in a way that he looked sorry for himself. I decided to have some fun. I looked around and the coast was clear. I adjusted my robe so it was loose enough for Frank to glimpse some of my breast, not too much, if at the right angle to him and I hitched the back of my robe up, tucking some material under the belt so the hem was higher at the back. Then walked past Frank on my way to the showers. When I was about ten yards past his van I turned around and saw Frank’s fat face leering at me, his eyes following me. He didn’t move or try to hide it and I smiled.

I got in the shower and thought about what Frank had said about looking after the dog. But then thought,” my god the fucking pervert would know we were having sex, probably listening at the window. Then the smug grin and no doubt comments afterwards.” There was no doubt I was horny and as I thought about sex I started rubbing myself. God it felt good as I parted my lips and rubbed my clit hard with warm soapy fingers. In no time at all I came hard, and the release was amazing.

I toweled off and noticed my nipples were still rock hard as I donned my robe, the pert swollen buds obvious through the material. As I wandered back the cool air did little to help. I knew Frank would notice. Did I want him to notice? As I neared his van I stopped and looked in. He looked at me, his eyes on my tits. “I’m not going to tell Ted what you said. But no more!”