Janet and John Go on an Adventure – Erotic Couplings – Free Sex Story

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Twins Janet and John were the offspring of unassuming parents who had hastily married after it was discovered that unprotected Sex had consequences. The parents were not the brightest people, they had little ambition in life, possessed no imagination (hence the simplicity in their naming) but, against the odds, had home-schooled and successfully guided their equally innocent progeny through a childhood that was blissfully Free from stress or drama. Whilst they would not have regarded themselves as being over-protective they did their best not allow the affairs of the world outside of the family home to trouble them in their lives on the little small-holding out in the country.

However, whilst the parents were exceedingly dull, not very active due to being somewhat overweight, Janet and John within their small world, their ‘bubble’, lived a life full of adventure and discovery which, to their credit, the parents tried to accommodate and to answer the endless questions as best they could … which wasn’t always successful in satisfying the young enquiring minds given that the parents really didn’t know much at all (and at the time of this tale, the internet had yet to be invented).

For instance, when Janet was helping her mother put a away fresh laundry she discovered in her mummy’s Knicker drawer a curious white plastic object that looked just like an anaemic banana. She was surprised and intrigued when she rotated the knurled bit at the end that the thing hummed and trembled in her hand. She swiftly turned it off and returned it to its resting place but her curiosity was such that she just had to ask her mother whatever was it that she had found.

Mother, to her credit, did not shy away from giving an answer and told her daughter that it was something that ‘Uncle Harold had purchased in a shop for surgical appliances’ and had thought it might be a help in ‘providing relief from internal disorders’. The package had said, “… it was a ‘lady massager’ and the instructions that came with it advised it was to be used to help ladies ease away the aches and pains that happened around, as her mother called it, their ‘front bum’.

Janet wasn’t entirely convinced by the explanation and asked to see how it worked. Mother gave a sigh, picked it up and without removing any clothing held and stroked the humming vibrator over and around the front of her skirt just where her ‘front bum’ was located. She said that the best time to use it was just after having a bath but warned “… when using it, a lady should be careful not to let it slip inside the ‘lady lips’ … or it will make you feel queer..!” Her daughter was not totally satisfied with this as an answer and on many subsequent occasions (when mother was not around) she experimented and discovered it did indeed make her ‘feel queer’.

John, likewise had his own ‘puzzlements’ that his father did his best to answer not least of which was how his ‘Willie’ as he grew older seemed to have a mind of its own and kept swelling up uninvited. Dad mumbled his way through a not-too-accurate explanation of how ‘these things happen’ but added little more. It was Uncle Harold who was a bit more forthcoming when he said that it was ‘OK (when no-one was looking) to give it a rub which usually made it ‘go away’. Uncle Harold also advised that he found that looking at the ladies underwear pages in the Mail Order catalogues that regularly appeared through the letter box was a great help in ‘providing relief’. John was initially unsure about this but had to admit as the years went by that the advice was sound.

Another thing that was a feature throughout their childhood was the frequent and regular presence of Uncle Harold in their household. Uncle Harold was their father’s brother and often ‘visited to help with chores that hapless father was incapable of doing’. The visits were usually made during the day when father was known to be ‘out at work’ and it also became the thing that they would be told to likewise to go out, play and ‘have an adventure’ so that ‘Uncle could work undisturbed’. They never questioned the reasons why or that the work that Uncle Harold was invited to carry out was usually upstairs in their parent’s bedroom and had to be supervised by their mother. Indeed, the nature of his visits became so routine that it was a second nature to them that as they grew older and left childish games behind that they would take the opportunity to willing go off into town to carry out errands for mother in order for Uncle Harold to continue with his essentials repairs without having them around to distract him.

So it was that their childhood passed by on a voyage of discovery that took them through their teenage years into being young adults and all the while being untroubled by complications such as Romance and affection outside of the family unit. Indeed, why would they when they were content with each others’ company and really didn’t feel the need to look elsewhere.

However, that’s not to say that the two youngsters lost their sense of curiosity of what was going on in the world beyond the part in which they lived. Magazines and newspapers hinted there was more fun to be had beyond the mindset of their parents. It was Uncle Harold who was more worldly-wise that suggested that once they hit the ripe old age of adulthood (18) that they ought to follow his example and gather experiences (Harold had been a soldier in the recent war) and to venture further afield than just the country in which they had had the good fortune to be born.

The idea struck a chord and so the decision was made that for the annual two-week summer holiday they would desert their parents and venture further afield than the usual bucket-and-spade beach destination. The twins decided that they would become very adventurous, take advantage of the new phenomena of charter flights and go to Europe and spend their fortnight in a tent they intended to take with them as the main item of luggage.

Brochures were obtained and examined and after a great deal of research it was decided that the South of France was to be the destination for their adventure. The parents were sufficiently stuck in their old-fashioned mindset to decline the invitation to go with them and so for the first time the twins ventured forth without the guidance or restraints of a Mum and Dad to tell them what to do.

However, that was not to say that Mum and Dad didn’t relinquish their parental responsibilities entirely, within the limitations of their own lack of experience they advised their off-spring to be very aware that they were travelling to a different part of the world, a country where folks most probably had their own ways of doing things; that they should be mindful of not offending their hosts or the people they met when they travelled around … and to be wary of eating foreign food and, oh yes, best not to pet any animals they might encounter. Uncle Harold added a final thought that, “just think of all those new words you’ll learn in another language, just fancy, you’ll be coming home speaking real France-like.”.

*****​

The excited youngsters set out on their journey after getting a few more last minute tips and instructions from their unworldly parents and more specific advice from Uncle Harold that it was OK to eat the food but to avoid the water and only drink alcohol.

It was a few hours later with evening approaching that they arrived at a small regional airport in the South of France with little idea other than finding a campsite where they could pitch the small ridge tent that together with two rucksacks comprised their luggage. They had a map which indicated the direction on the Mediterranean coast where one could be found and they were pleasantly surprised at the ease at which their outstretched thumbs caused a passing farmer and his tractor and trailer to stop.

John held up the map and pointed to the dot that identified the destination. The farmer gave a non-committal grunt and let them climb aboard but was insistent that Janet ride with him in the cab while John took care of their luggage in the trailer. Given that none spoke the other’s language all negotiation was successfully conducted by hand signals and facial expressions but Janet later reported that she was unsure what the farmer was trying to convey when he continually attempted to put his hand between her legs and up the short skirt she was wearing as they trundled along the rough road toward the campsite. John supposed that the farmer was just concerned that she needed a steadying hold so that she didn’t slip.

It was completely dark when the farmer dropped them at the gate to the campground where a note on the door of a small hut advised in different languages (including English) that late arrivals should find themselves a plot and do the check-in and registration the following morning. So they did just that and under a starlit sky stumbled their way through the scented Pine and Parasol trees, past camper wagons, large canvas mansions, smaller trailer tents and all manner of canvas creations to find an empty patch of ground to pitch the two-man ridge tent that was to be their home for the next two weeks.

After a struggle they succeeded in erecting their shelter, inflated the air mattress and then they fell into the sleep of the innocent through till next morning when the rising sun told them it was time wake up and begin their holiday.

Janet was first to arise and telling her slumbering brother that she needed to find the toilet facilities she left him to attend to that troublesome Willie that had swollen up once more through his sleep. Usually she would have helped him but her own needs were too pressing for her to linger.

It was a few minutes later as he lay there contemplating his new situation that Janet suddenly pulled the flap of the tent aside and gabbled, “John, there must be some mistake … are you sure we are in the right place.”

John, slightly alarmed by her wild appearance, took his hand off his cock and said, “Why, whatever is the matter?”

“The sun shining on the tent woke me up early and I needed the toilet so I thought I would get up and go and have a Shower. You’ll never guess what I found, when I got to the wash block there were both women and men in there. There wasn’t separate places, it was all open and, get this, they were all absolutely naked!”

John was momentarily taken aback and shared her astonishment. He pondered a moment whilst he sought to find an answer (which didn’t sound very convincing), he said, “Well, like Mother and Father said, this is the Continent. Perhaps this is what people do when they wash on their holidays here; I mean, they are the foreigners after all.”

“No, it’s not just in the wash block that people are naked, it’s everywhere, no one has any clothes on at all outside either, they all seemed to be the same age as our parents and they are all completely starkers!”

He pondered some more as he absorbed this information but then the vision of naked middle-aged people (who of they were anything like his parents, had rolls of saggy flesh on display) put a dampener on any erotic thoughts and his morning erection deflated.

“I had better go and investigate,” he said wondering if that if by chance they had stumbled on a naturist site. He was vaguely aware and had read somewhere that naturism was more common in France but hadn’t seriously taken that into account as being factor when planning their camping holiday.

As he struggled to extract himself from his sleeping bag Janet added, “It’s not just old people. There are young people, teenagers and most of them looked very fit … ” she paused, and giggled, “… and I saw lots of nice willies!”

This shocked John, as back home Janet had tended to be rather conservative and although she had no qualms about giving him a helping hand from time-to-time, she was not of a mind to use such words.

He gave a final ponder, “I will go have a look for myself but perhaps I might be overdressed.”

As he slipped off his pyjamas he said, “Why don’t you get the stove going, make a pot of tea, while I go have a Shower and brush my teeth. Afterwards I’ll go to the office to check us in and pay the campsite fees,.”

An hour or so later, John returned and told Janet what he had found out.

“You are right, this is the naturist site. The lady said that there is a normal campsite on the other side of the road, we just didn’t see the sign in the dark last night. She said it is also an adults only site and as far as I could understand, Adult activities are tolerated, within reason.”

“What did she mean, ‘Adult activities’, what kind of activities?” Janet said, somewhat confused.

“Well, from the sign in the office and from what she said, we might see some acts of a sexual nature around the pool or in other areas. At least that is what I gathered.”

“I did think that maybe we should pack up and go across the road to the other, the family site, but then I thought it might be fun to stay here for a few days. I mean, we are looking for adventure, and this is certainly turning into an adventure. What do you think?”

Janet giggled, “John, you are very naughty, what do you think Mummy and Daddy would say if they knew the sort of place where we had ended up? And, what about you, aren’t you worried that I might enjoy looking at all those other young men, and their, mmm, nice young willies.”

John laughed at her response, “Who’s being naughty now. What about the girls, don’t you think that I might get some pleasure from looking at firm young titties and other bits?”

“Bits? You old pervert, you mean their front bums, you mean pussies, I read somewhere that is what girls call it, pussies is what you mean. You want to look at girls’ pussies. That’s why you want to stay, pervert!”

She stopped talking long enough to deliberately take off her own pyjamas before saying, “Well if people, especially men, are going to be looking at me, I’d better tidy myself up a bit. Mummy said one must always make oneself presentable. I suppose that means even if one is naked.”

“Now that’s more like it, now you’re talking. Tell you what, why don’t we both tidy ourselves up a bit. I noticed that hardly anyone I saw had much hair on their bodies. Why don’t you trim off the hair on your Pussy and I’ll do the same and give my willy and balls a shave. That way we shall look much like all the others… it’s so much neater … ” He shook out a box of cornflakes into their bowls and added, ” … I mean, who wants pubic hair in their breakfast?!”

An hour later, using a combination of John’s razor and Janet’s nail scissors, their transformation was complete and they stepped away from their tent naked and blatantly set out to explore the campsite, to enjoy the new sensation of being looked at by others and, even more, looking at the delights on show all around them. Their new adventure had truly begun, a life of freedom, and ultimately, to the pleasures of the flesh.

*****​

As they wandered around, John noticed that most people had little bags on cords slung round their necks which he guessed was where you carried your money and other essentials. That seemed like a good idea so they both found the campsite shop where there was a good selection of bags on sale and soon they were ‘dressed’ like everyone else. They also found that there was a restaurant with an interesting choice of dishes (‘foreign food’ as Mummy would have said) as well as a bar. They made a reservation for that evening.

Moving on, they came to the swimming pool and as it had become rather warm decided to have a dip. They had a swim in the cold water and after they found themselves a couple of vacant poolside loungers where John laid out two complimentary towels for them to lay their wet bodies. He looked around warily to see if anyone was taking notice of them but seeing nothing untoward he settled back and he and Janet tried to become more comfortable with their being naked in public. He was amused to see at first how she kept her legs firmly together but with the sun beaming down she soon started to relax and before long her freshly trimmed Pussy was on full display the sight of which caused him to become unexpectedly aroused.

He became even more excited when he realised that she was unconcerned that he and others were now looking at her and that she was beginning to enjoy the obvious stares of other men at her body. She looked over toward them and was amused to see some were sporting erections. For her part, she found it flattering that men should be thinking of her as being sexually desirable.

John’s attention was taken by two very pretty girls who paused to whisper to each other as they made their way to the pool. Both were shaven bare and one had very prominent Pussy lips, inner labia, which caught his eye and something that he secretly found exciting. Although he tried not to stare, she spread her legs a little wider which gave him an even better view and when she realized he was looking at her, she smiled and casually stroked her mound, looking and nodding pointedly at his erect cock.

And so it began. Everyone around seemed to have no inhibitions about their nakedness and John guessed this must be a taste of the ‘Adult activities’ that the sign in the office was referred to. He looked further to see that around the pool and on the grassy areas there were people of all shapes and sizes which was more evident when they walked around and he allowed himself the conceit that in comparison he didn’t look too bad.

In fact he was rather proud of his body, which in his opinion compared quite favourably with many of the other men there, including the older and more mature ones. At first he had tried not to get an erection but as it seemed nobody else was offended he gave up the struggle and he was rewarded by interested looks from several ladies who passed by their loungers, including the pretty girl with the interesting Pussy with the prominent lips.

On the other side of the pool a couple who Janet suspected had been taking a particular interest in them looked their way once more and then without any qualms whatever the woman turned to her man and deliberately took hold of his stiffening cock and began to stroke him. Janet nudged John and whispered, “Do you see what that couple over there are doing … is that allowed?”

John who had been dozing opened his eyes and focussed. “Hm, I suppose so. Nobody else seems to be concerned.” And he was right, other folks around didn’t seem to think anything untoward was happening as they continued with their sunbathing, reading or whatever. Soon the woman had teased her partner’s cock to a full erection and was now blatantly masturbating him. Janet, even from that distance was sure that she could see the head was quite shiny with that pre-cum stuff that she knew happened when her brother did the same. The woman then leaned over and lowered her head to take the shiny knob into her mouth. It was the most exciting thing Janet had ever seen and it confirmed what her parents and Uncle Harold had said, that they do things differently ‘over there’ and that she should be respectful of the culture in France.

“Would you like me to do that to you John? I mean, it seems as if it’s an OK thing to do here.”

John didn’t answer, he laid back and let his erect cock point skywards. Janet got off her lounger and came and knelt between his legs, took the head of his cock in her mouth and, just like she had sometimes done at home, began to caress his balls with one hand whilst squeezing her breasts with the other. Very soon John was in seventh heaven, this really was so much more exciting than when they did this in the seclusion of their bedroom at home not least of which knowing that other people might be seeing them do it. He looked around and then down at his Sister‘s head as she bobbed up and down on his very hard cock, the sensations radiating up into his body and down his legs were amazing and he felt more turned on than for many years but still felt very self-conscious.

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