This happened three years ago, when I was on the way to Port Eynon in my motorhome. I had left Swansea and was getting onto smaller roads as I got closer. I was working in the area and on Saturday my wife would join me for a weeks holiday. Then I saw a hitchhiker struggling with her back pack. I stopped and asked where was she going, not that there's too many places in this direction. She informed me the beach site at Port Eynon. I told her it was her lucky day as that was also my destination. As she put her stuff into my locker, she bent forward and I saw her gorgeous arse and almost got a hard on. We got in the cab and I pulled away. Then she started to tell me of her tale of woe. She was camping with a group of friends and her boyfriend. They had all gone to do different activities that day and on her return caught her boyfriend doing other activities with what she thought was her best friend. He was screwing her in their tent. She grabbed all the kit she could carry including the tent and left him. I told her I was sorry to hear that. She replied that she had suspicions for some while, but hadn't expected it to be with her mate. I asked what she was going to do at Port Eynon and she told me that some other friends would be there at the end of the week. We arrived on site and the receptionist assumed that Taylor was my daughter and after we had paid pointed us both to an area with some hard standing. Taylor proceeded to put her tent up, whilst I filled my water tank from a nearby stand pipe and connected the electrics and turned the gas on. I put the kettle on for a cup of tea and offered Taylor one. She accepted and I watched as she was in and out of the tent sorting her bedding and other bits and pieces. The view of her arse as she crawled into the small tent was delicious. The I called her for her tea. She had changed in her tent and as she crawled out her tits were dangling and nearly coming out of the low fronted blouse. We sat drinking our tea and then Taylor said, "I see you like the look of my arse and my tits. I saw you watching them." Caught, I had no defense, "Yes, I'm not sure which was best your gorgeous arse or your fabulous tits," I answered. I was a fair bit older than Taylor who I guessed to be in early twenties and myself in late thirties. I was half expecting her to be cross or something. "Glad you enjoyed them," she answered. We finished our tea and she went back to her tent. It was approaching six p.m. when she knocked on my door. "I'm going to the pub for something to eat and a drink. Would you like to come," she asked. I told her yes and grabbed my wallet and keys and locked the motorhome and followed her across the site towards the beach and the few shops and pub. I enjoyed watching her arse undulate as she walked. It was early in the season and the chippy wasn't open this early in the season and the pub wasn't doing food. We had a drink and I told Taylor that I had some food I could cook when we got back. We finished our drinks and walked back. I enjoyed the view of her arse when she got in front, which I thought might have been deliberate. I cooked us some food and she helped me wash up and dry everything and as I passed her in the tight confines of the motorhome I brushed past her arse and she laughed. "You've been longing to touch my arse since we met." I apologized profusely, saying it was due to the tight space. "I don't mind if you wanted to touch my arse," she said and then took my hand and put it on her arse. It not only looked good, but now it felt good as well. Then she turned and kissed me, "Thank you for coming to my rescue yet again." Then she kissed me again this time with her tongue in my mouth and her hands were behind my head holding me still as she raked my mouth with her tongue. I now had both hands on her arse and was massaging her gorgeous globes. I could feel my cock aching to escape from its pants. I lifted Taylor by her arse and carried her to my bed and lay her across it. I kissed her on her mouth, before moving down to her splendid tits and after scooping them out their bra and blouse, I kissed them all over and chewed gently on her hard nipples. then across her stomach to her navel. Whilst I twirled my tongue in her navel I pulled her shorts and panties off. Then moved down over her trimmed pubic mound and onto her slit. I licked up and down her lips as they slowly peeled open and revealed her pink hole and her clit. I licked everywhere as she squirmed at the sensations I was giving her and she groaned at each lick of her pussy. I mauled her breasts as I licked away at her. " For gods sake hurry up and fuck me," Taylor insisted, "come on get it in," she continued as I ripped my shorts off and lined up ready and then pushed forward and into her. "Aaaargh," she growled as I penetrated her pussy. Then her feet were drumming on my arse trying to hammer me home. Her arse was pumping herself by thrusting upwards to suck more of my cock into her tight pussy. Then she tensed up as she hit her climax. I kept on pumping her fanny and mauling her tits. She came down from her high and immediately hit another and then a third. By the time she reached her fourth her fanny clamped hard on to my cock triggering my own climax and flooding her pussy with my hot cum. We lay for an age getting our breath back. "I was right," I told Taylor. "What about?" she asked. "Your gorgeous arse and fabulous tits," I replied, "I still can't work out which is best, I will probably have to fuck you again to make my mind up." Taylor laughed, "Your just a dirty old pervert," "Less of the old," I told her and we both laughed. Half an hour later I turned her over and fucked her doggy fashion. "No, still can't make my mind up." I laughed. "Well you will just have to fuck me again," Taylor suggested, "Then you should be able to decide." We fucked twice more that night and every night after I finished my work and returned to the motorhome, until the Saturday when my wife arrived. "She parked her tent a bit close," my wife complained. I was sure Taylor could hear her. "I hadn't really noticed," I told my wife, "She seemed nice enough." and left things at that. Then my wife went for a walk along the beach. I managed a quicky with Taylor. We had just finished when her friends arrived and she moved her tent to be with them, I didn't see her again.