The sun had gone down and dinner was done. We had a fire and a dim lantern on the table. She put a CD in her portable player and the mood was set for ... romantic dinner. I poured her another glass of wine and we ate. I hadn’t noticed anyone in some time. When we were finished I started to clean up the dinner mess. She went into the van and grabbed her foam mattress and two blankets. She spread them on the ground next to the fire. She sat down and motioned for me to come over to her. I sat down. They competed with a, thankfully, gentle arousing lower down, the evidence of which was not very obvious in my staid office clothing.Tucking my vehicle round the back of her house, I gathered the items from the back and set off for the back door, as we'd arranged. I was about to knock when she opened and greeted me with a wide smile, also, like me, still in her office clothes. Without preamble, we started kissing and I pushed the door shut with my heel. Not a word had been exchanged and it was. The club had some interesting rules. For one, there was a five drink minimum, so everyone was well lubricated. Also,on Friday, the single guys had to stay at the bar until invited by a couple to the table or dance floor. We arrived about 10:00 and the place was very busy with mostly mature couples on the dance floor and mostly younger men at the bar. We downed two gins each and checked things out. About half way into our third drink a handsome young black guy entered and went to the bar. He was. But my story begins while working at the caravan park. It was a beautiful summers day and I was walking along the trail behind the caravan park which leads to the river. It's an easy walk usually taking only about fifteen minutes but today I was on rubbish duty. It is surprising how many people just dump their rubbish as they walk the local bush tracks. The path forks just before the river with a thin track that leads further upstream. Most tourists follow the main track but that day I decided.