As I said in Adventure Number 1, if you enjoy my stories, and these are true, not fiction, then I suggest you start at the beginning. I kept good diaries back then, so fortunately I have lots of detail, but I have filled in the blanks to make it readable.

I was in my early 20s; it was the late '80s. I was working as the maintenance man on a holiday park. I'd got the job through a friend of the family, as prior to that I'd been working on construction sites since I left school at sixteen. Young, fit, full of energy, and looking for adventure. Up to then I'd dated girls around my own age, but all that would change this summer when the park became a haven for groups of women on weekends away: wives getting a break and neglected mature ladies looking for some relief, mostly in their thirties, forties, and fifties, out to have a good time, dressed up and pretty direct about what they wanted.

It had been quiet on the park until now. I'd had some unexpected fun with one of the chalet owners, Maggie, earlier in the week, but now it was the May Bank Holiday and the place was really filling up.

It started getting busy on the Thursday as people arrived for the long weekend, making the most of the fact that Monday was a bank holiday and most people in the UK would be off work. So my days got busier with general issues, and I lost count of the volume of middle-aged women who flirted as I fixed something for them or just generally saw them around the site, but I must admit I was loving the attention.

So by Thursday night, I was more than ready for a few drinks. I grabbed some quick food in my chalet, nothing gourmet, but it did the job, and headed over to the clubhouse to wind down. I knew the bar staff well by now and started off chatting with them, but as the place filled up, they got busy, so I stepped back and just watched the night unfold.

The room hummed with easy laughter and conversation. A couple of drinks in, I could feel the day's work easing out of my shoulders. I didn't plan on a late night, as I knew the next day was probably going to be busy with the full check-in for the weekend and all the issues that might bring.

I was standing at the bar when I heard my name called. I looked in that direction to see a guy waving at me. I recognized him from a job I had done earlier in his chalet; his name was Pete and his wife was Susie. They had both been very nice and were chatting while I was doing my work.

Pete was beckoning me over, so, not to be rude, I went to their table.

"It's Dan, isn't it?" he said. I responded in the affirmative. "We wanted to buy you a drink to thank you for helping us earlier." I told them that it was really not necessary and I was more than happy to have helped them and enjoyed the chat, but he was insistent, and again, not to be rude, I took a seat with them, accepting the pint of lager that promptly arrived.

"Cheers for this, mate. Much appreciated," I said, raising my glass slightly. "But honestly, it was no trouble."

We fell into a natural rhythm, talking about the park, where they were from, some town just outside Manchester I had never been to, and what they did for a living. Pete was an office manager at a company I can no longer remember the name of, probably in his mid fifties, a bit heavy, with a round face and untidy hair, but he had a friendly way about him. He had a dry, sarcastic wit that I found myself really liking. He wasn't loud or attention-seeking, but when he spoke, I found myself leaning in to hear what he had to say. Before I knew it, an hour had slipped by. The bar had gotten even busier; I'd completely forgotten my plan for an early night.

"Right, you two," I said, finishing my pint. "I'm going to have to love you and leave you. Early start tomorrow with the full check-in rush. It's been a pleasure meeting you both, though."

Susie, mid forties, with long auburn hair that was a bit unkempt, a friendly face but not super attractive, and glasses, had been fairly quiet until this point, but I had been aware of her watching me, and she had laughed along with Pete and me. It was she who spoke up: "Oh, don't go, Dan. Stay and have one more, as we are really enjoying your company." Having very little willpower, I stayed, and one turned into three, but they were good fun and I was enjoying myself.

It was Pete who eventually drew the night to a close when he said that he needed to get to bed, as he had to go into town in the morning and then was playing golf in the afternoon. When he mentioned the golf, I felt a light tap on my foot under the table. I assumed it was an accident, but when I glanced Susie's way, she raised her eyebrows with a half smile on her face. I might only have been young, but I could pretty much guess what that meant. Pete said he was going to pop to the toilet, then walk back, "as the old bladder wasn't what it once used to be," and got up and left Susie and me sitting alone at the table.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Susie, who I could tell was a little tipsy at this point, leaned in and said, "Why don't you stop by tomorrow when Pete is playing golf?" She placed her hand on my knee when she asked that. I'd had a few drinks as well and pointed out that I was working, but I did have a lunch break around one o'clock. She said that was perfect, as Pete was leaving at noon and would be gone for a good few hours. Again, she gave me that naughty smile with raised eyebrows.

I said, "Okay, I will see you then," and we sat in silence until Pete returned. Again, I thanked them for the drinks and the company and made my way "home."

So Friday morning came, and it turned out not to be as busy as I was expecting. I had a slight hangover from the night before, but nothing major, and I was now wondering if Susie was serious and if maybe, with the alcohol, I had misread the situation. I also liked Pete and felt a bit guilty that I was going to see his wife alone, but one o'clock came and I found myself standing at their chalet door. My heart was racing as I knocked lightly, half hoping the door would not open so I could slip away, the other half very excited about what might happen if it did.

The door opened almost immediately, like someone had been waiting on the other side. "Come inside quickly," she said, so I stepped inside and she promptly closed it behind me. Susie leant back against the door with a cheeky smile on her face. "I didn't think you were going to come; you didn't seem too enthusiastic last night," she teased.

My eyes were wide, as she was wearing the type of lingerie I'd only seen in magazines: a lacy blue bodice, her breasts with dark nipples visible through the fabric, matching blue stockings hugging her thighs, held up by straps that framed her hips, a skimpy pair of panties in the same lace and color that barely covered her privacy, and open toe high heeled sandals.

Her glasses were still on, giving her this filthy librarian look that made my mouth go dry.

"Wow" was all I managed to blurt out in response, as the frumpy lady from last night who had been wearing a plain high neck blouse with a pair of faded jeans was totally transformed before me. She looked very sexy and had a glint in her eye I had only seen briefly last night.

She cut me off. "Pete's gone for hours, but you only have an hour, right?"

"Unfortunately, yes," I replied.

"Okay, well, let's not waste time with me offering you a drink," she laughed. "I've been excited since you walked into that clubhouse last night."

She stepped forward and we kissed, tentatively at first, but then more passionately. My hand went to her behind and was squeezing her through the thin material of her panties; hers went straight for my belt and started undoing my jeans. She stepped back a bit to look at what she was doing, breaking the embrace and kiss.

As her hand slipped inside my boxers, wrapping around me, I groaned despite myself.

She was warm, her grip firm, and she stroked me once, twice, watching my face with that same raised eyebrow expression from the bar.

"That's better," she smiled, feeling me harden in her palm. Our mouths met and the kiss became more excited and passionate. Her tongue started to explore the inside of my mouth, and I met it with my own. My hand slipped inside her panties, and she had a surprisingly nice, smooth rump; meanwhile, her hand continued to move up and down my hardness.

Susie broke the kiss and dropped to her knees right there on the narrow hallway carpet, yanking my jeans and boxers down in one movement.

She took me into her mouth without preamble, her hot, wet tongue working the underside while her hand slid up and down my shaft. I looked down at her, this married woman in her forties, glasses on, blue lingerie barely containing her, sucking me like she was starving for it. The sheer lust of it had my knees weak within seconds.

"Fuck, Susie, that's amazing."

She pulled off with a pop, lipstick smudged, and looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes. "Get your boots off and come to the bedroom," she said, her voice totally different from the shy lady last night. So I obliged and removed my shirt while we made our way there.

The main bedroom was small, dominated by a double bed with a floral duvet. She pushed me onto it and climbed on after me, straddling my hips before I could even get my bearings. Susie was totally in control, and it was all happening so fast.

She lifted herself, pulled the crotch of her blue lace panties aside, and sank down onto me with a long moan. She had been telling the truth: she was very wet, tight, and the heat of her was overwhelming.

"Christ, yes," she gasped, settling her weight. She started moving immediately, no slow build, just a hard, grinding rhythm, her hips rolling, her breasts contained in that lacy bodice. "That's it. That's exactly what I needed."

I grabbed her hips, feeling the softness of her, the give of her flesh, and thrust up to meet her. She leaned forward, hands on my chest for leverage, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose, her breath coming in sharp pants.

"Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Don't be gentle. I want to feel this tomorrow."

I drove into her, the bed creaking loudly. She was pushing down on me, pulling me deeper, the feeling of the nylon was erotic and something I knew from that moment was going to be a real turn on for me.

"Yes, there. Don't you dare stop."

She reached down between us, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing frantically while I pounded upwards into her. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in silent screams.

"Going to come," she warned, her internal muscles already fluttering. "Don't stop."

Her orgasm hit her like a train, her back arching as she sat upright, her cry loud enough that other holidaymakers would hear if they were walking by, her body convulsing around me in waves that threatened to push me over the edge. I kept thrusting through it, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her grip me like a vice.

After a few seconds, she flopped down on top of me. I could feel her heart beating against my chest. She lay there for a minute, breathing heavily. I was still hard inside her.

She rolled off me slowly, her body still trembling with aftershocks, and collapsed onto the floral duvet beside me. Her chest heaved, the blue lace bodice rising and falling with each ragged breath.

I propped myself up on one elbow and admired the view, the sheer blue stockings stretched up her legs, ending at mid thigh, her round breasts trapped in the bodice. I stroked one through the lace and let my hand drift down and run across her nyloned legs; they felt great to the touch. I leant in and kissed her gently. She responded lightly, and I thought she might be done, but she looked down and saw that I was still hard. "I guess we should fix that. Take me how you want me; I want to feel you come inside me."

I didn't hesitate, as this mature lady was really turning me on. I got off the bed and pulled her over to the edge. I removed her very skimpy panties. There was a slightly embarrassing moment where they got caught on the heel of her shoe, but I managed not to make a complete mess of the situation and untangled them.

I pushed her legs up so my hands were on her stockings, and from my standing position I entered her. After a few slow strokes, I picked up the rhythm and the tempo until all that could be heard was the slapping sound of my body meeting hers as I thrust into her.

"Oh my God," she cried, and I lifted her legs higher so that I could get even deeper. I hammered away like that for a while. I had a nice steady rhythm going, and she felt great and was clearly enjoying herself.

I lost track of time, but after a while I lowered her legs down and changed the angle. In hindsight, this position meant I was now rubbing her clit with my shaft as I dropped in and out.

She came almost instantly, loud like before, her hair spread across the pillow, which was damp with her sweat, her legs locked around my back as I continued to drive into her.

I could feel myself getting close, so I kept going. Susie was just letting out little groans now, and she said breathlessly, "Come inside me. I want to feel you come," and that put me over the edge, and I did just that. She cried out again, and the intensity of my own orgasm was incredible.

I collapsed down onto her with her legs still locked around my back, and we stayed like that as I slowly started to go soft inside her.

"That was amazing," she said.

"Yes, it was," I replied.

We lay there for a few minutes, the afternoon sun streaming through the thin curtains, neither of us speaking. Eventually, she stirred beneath me, gently pushing at my shoulders.

"I don't want you to, but you need to go," she whispered. "You have work to do."

I pulled out slowly, both of us wincing slightly at the separation, and rolled onto my back beside her. She sat up, reaching for a tissue from the bedside table to clean herself, and I watched as she moved, still in that blue bodice and stockings, her hair now thoroughly disheveled, her glasses smudged with fingerprints and condensation.

I dressed quickly, pulling on my jeans and shirt, suddenly aware that I smelled of her, of sex and sweat and her perfume. She walked me to the door in just her lingerie, apparently unconcerned about the possibility of being seen, and paused with her hand on the latch.

"Thank you, Dan," she said, and there was something genuine in her voice beneath the cheeky smile. "I needed that. More than you know."

I kissed her once more, softer this time. "Anytime," I said, meaning it.

She laughed, that same warm chuckle from the bar. "Careful. I might hold you to that."

I slipped out into the afternoon heat, my legs unsteady, and walked back toward the maintenance shed. There were no jobs waiting for me, so I popped back to my chalet for a shower and change before my afternoon rounds. As I stood in the shower with a big grin on my face, I knew that these last couple of days had changed me. I was going to look at every lady over 30 and wonder what she had on under her clothes and what she would be like. Little did I know that there were more wild times ahead of me that very Bank Holiday weekend.

Look out for Adventure Number 3 to see what happened next...