It was a weekend break in the caravan at Glenlivet.  They had a set of remote and isolated boltholes that they knew and this was a good one.  Little used, little known, they often had the whole field to themselves.  It was a good spot for hillwalking too.

The three kids were young and loved to explore the public park and playing fields which were attached to the site.

They were up fairly early on the Saturday and woke to a lovely warm late Autumn morning.  The kids rushed off exploring and Jan and her husband were alone.

The caravan door was left open to allow in the beautiful pine fragrances which came off the forest edge where they pitched.

Over from them there was one other caravan.  It turned out to be a forester who was using the caravan for his temporary accommodation.

Jan was doing the sorting out in the caravan, her husband was fetching the water and seeing to the outside jobs.  When he went over to the pine forest edge to attach a line he nodded to the forester.  He was about 55.  The man nodded back and carried on reading his paper.

When her husband looked over to their caravan Jan was brushing the floor using a dustpan and brush.  She was wearing her red nightshirt and as she bent over she was flashing both breasts.  He could see her bold nipples hanging.  The forester had noticed too.  He was looking straight at Jan, having lost interest in the newspaper.

Her husband went back and got into the caravan. He went up to Jan, stood behind her and fondled her breasts inside the nightshirt.

"The bloke over there was looking down your top when you bent over."  He felt Jan's nipples stiffen instantly.

"Have you got your knicker bag handy?"

"Yes..."

"Will you do a show for him?"

"I think I could come up with something!"

Jan took a sports bag over to the seats by the open door.

"OK, Jan, first things first.  Attract his attention, will you?"

She smiled and stood at the door with her back to the forester.  She pulled the nighshirt over her head and stood in her knickers.

The forester startled and lost all interest in his paper, looking straight at the forty-four-year-old Jan. 

She turned round and pretended not to know that she was being looked at.  She was in red knickers with high cut legs and a thong style back.  She reached up to the shelf, took a hairbrush and started to brush her brown hair.

The forester was only about fifteen yards away and must have seen everything in detail.  When Jan's breasts were exposed the first time her husband had seen everything and he was behind the other caravan at the time.

Jan smiled as she brushed her hair.  She leaned forward as if to brush her hair out from her head.  She gave a terrific tit dangle, moving her breasts as she pretended to work at her hair.

She stood up, shook her hair back, deliberately bouncing her breasts and came back to the seats at the back of the caravan, out of the forester's view.

Her husband fondled her firm breasts which she had offered to him as he sat.  He worked the nipples and pressed them into her.  She really liked that. 

He reached into the red knickers.  She loved being fingered and he obliged, soaking her up quickly with a few strokes.There would be no rush to bring her.  She hadn't finished the show yet.

"What have you got in your bag?"

"Oh...some knickers, some one piece lace bodies and a few bras."

"I think you should try some of them on."

"I agree," she said and she smiled.  She stood up and walked over to  the open door, standing at her bag, topless, as if unaware of the forester.  She looked terrific.

She turned her back to the forester and bent over and stayed down, pretending to be going through the sports bag.  She was of course flashing the thong rear of the red knickers.  She liked her bum and liked the idea of being looked at with so little on. 

He noticed that Jan had taken out her toiletries bag.  She took out a bottle of coconut body oil and turned to face the forester. 

She squirted coconut oil into her hand, placed the bottle on the side of a unit and massaged the oil into her left breast, holding it steady with her other hand.  She worked the oil well in. 

She took oil and rubbed her cleavage and then took another handful and repeated the breast massage on her right one, again knowing to hold the breast out at the forester as she worked.

She finished off by rubbing both breasts with the flat of her hand, looking down at herself as if to check the result.  Her husband could smell the coconut fragrance filling the warm caravan.

Again she knew to pause the show, to tease the forester in his admiration.  She went over to her husband.

Jan crouched down and took her husband's cock out knowing it would be at its full nine inches.  She handled the cock slowly and rhythmically, stroking it and sqeezing it with just the right touch. 

She took the skin back and studied the head in detail, examining it from different angles.  She had her fingers in her fanny, pleasuring herself.  She liked his cock.  She often described it as "This fantastic thing."as she held it close to her face.

She went back to the doorway.  She took out a pair of black knickers and stood facing her admirer.  She held the black knickers out as if checking them then, in one move, she dropped her red ones and stepped out of them.

The forester was no longer interested in his paper.  He preferred to look at the naked Jan's dark brown pubic hair in its lovely, natural, perfect triangle. Jan pretended to drop the black knickers and took her chance to turn and bend over, legs apart. 

She knew the forester would see right up her and would have an open view of her large, striking inner labia.

She stood, full frontal,  in the nude, for about thirty seconds, all innocence, not even  realising for one moment that her 55 year old her observer was now standing, staring across at her, taking everything about her body in, looking right at her, wanting her.

She stepped into the black knickers and worked them up her legs and thighs, stretching the fabric, parting her legs, for her forester, to twist herself in them before finally taking them fully up and snapping them into place.

As a final touch she lifted the black knickers aside and parted herself for him, as if examining herself with a finger.