Accidental meeting - by Isabella


*Author's Note:* Stories on this site may contains fiction of an adult nature. They may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The stories are meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act. Accidental Meeting by Isabella Story Code: M/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Public Sex I started chatting in 2009, I would go into several chat rooms, ones like Free6.com, Incesttaboo.com, literotica.com and Animal89.com. I didn't go looking for those chat rooms but I found all the links in the favourites folder of an old, broken, PC I got for free, all I had to do was work out how to repair the thing. My chats started out very mild, if things went beyond my comfort zone I just switched off and did something else. Within six months I realised that I was happily chatting about some very personal things, I had obviously become desensitised or used to the way men chatted to women online. I began to chat with a man who called himself JohnnyEnglish. It was just like meeting someone in real life, you know, face to face kind of meetings, just done through the keyboard. Where most men asked what colour or type of knickers you were wearing within the first ten exchanges and by twenty they were asking you to take your knickers off, Johnny and I chatted like fourteen year olds, Johnny spent a few weeks getting to know me, favourite music, favourite colours, foods, holiday locations, the whole nine yards. I think it was about two months before Johnny even asked me if I liked sex, if I enjoyed doing it with my husband and by then I was perfectly happy to give Johnny the lowdown on what my husband and I had done in the past and the fact that we didn't do anything at the moment, not for a few years in fact. My friendship with Johnny progressed to the point that I even told him of some of my fantasies, sexual fantasies, some made me blush just typing the words. I felt perfectly safe talking to Johnny about my fantasies because we had never mentioned to each other where we lived, not even the general areas that we lived in, I needed that safety margin to tell Johnny that my major fantasy was to have sex with a stranger, well, more than that, sex with a stranger when he hadn't asked me for sex, not rape exactly, I explained to Johnny that if a man asked me for sex I'd say no, automatically but if a man just walked up to me and took me I wouldn't fight him off. Everything went along very well, I looked forward to my daily fix, chatting to Johnny was like a drug, the further we went together the further I wanted to go, I got turned on every time we chatted but never did anything about satisfying myself while chatting, preferring to wait until I was alone in bed or in the bath to alleviate my built up tensions. Johnny was a little late getting to his pc one day, not that I minded because the gas board were in the road in front of my house laying gas pipes in the village for the first time, I had taken the two men a cup of tea as it was a hot day and they had worked tirelessly for close to an hour and looked in need of refreshment before they packed up for the day.
JohnnyEnglish	"I'm sorry I'm late, I was worried that you wouldn't wait, the traffic was hell and it took me an age to get home."
Isabella-30-UK	"That's okay; I've had workmen in the street all day making a hell of a racket digging a trench for our new gas supply, so it would have been hard to concentrate anyway."
JohnnyEnglish	"Did you flash them?"
Isabella-30-UK	"No way :) I took them a cup of tea though before they packed up."
JohnnyEnglish	"Did you fancy any of them? Or should that be, all of them? :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"There were only two here today, the rest are on the other side of the main road at the moment but they are laying the new gas pipes under the pavement all over the village so the rest will probably be moving down to my street in the next few days."
JohnnyEnglish	"You didn't answer the question! :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"They were both fit; both late forties and both had a pulse, so yes, they both filled my profile perfectly. And all the better for being horny handed sons of the soil. :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"Will they be there tomorrow?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Yes, they are just starting to open the trench under the pavement at the moment; they'll be here all week I think."
JohnnyEnglish	"You should give them a little flash tomorrow, just from your bedroom window, nothing obvious, just wait until they turn up and open your bedroom curtains wearing just your bra and knickers. But don't forget to let me know what happens when we chat tomorrow. :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"I'll think about it, sleep on it but you know me, I'm too much of a coward to do anything. :("
JohnnyEnglish	"Don't think about it too much, just wait until they arrive and before they start work, open your curtains and give them a little flash, it's no big deal really, you'd show off much more on the beach (if you ever wore a bikini). It won't traumatise them, might just help to make them work harder. Just promise me that you'll try, even if you chicken out in the end."
The conversation just went round in circles until the school bus brought my kids home and I had to, reluctantly, close my chat with Johnny down. I was in a bit of state all evening, I was wishing that I could break my self-imposed rules on masturbation, the one that said I couldn't sneak off to my bedroom or the bathroom to satisfy myself while the kids were up and about. I was looking forward to getting them all off to bed and then, after a safe period of time, slip off to my bath and look after myself or at the very least, when I went up to bed. My husband was fussing around all evening so I didn't get privacy even while in the bathtub as he kept walking back and forth past the door and bedtime was no better, James had dropped something and woken Amy so when I went to bed I ended up with a "I can't sleep, can I get in bed with you please?" So, once again I wasn't free to relieve my frustrations. I woke and got the kids all up, washed, dressed and fed before packing them off on the school bus. James took a packed lunch, he would be gone all day, so it was going to be a quiet day for me, then I remembered the gas board's workmen and Johnny's suggestion that I throw my bedroom curtains open when the men arrived to start work, well, that would be no good, my bedroom was at the back of the house, so no one would see me if I did that, but I could use James's bedroom and open his curtains. Mind you, the probability of the men looking up as I opened the curtains was about 1 in 35,000. Johnny was right, as I hadn't been agonising over it all night, the thought had just popped into my head at the last moment and I didn't have time to talk myself out of it, I ran up to James's bedroom and closed his drapes just before the Transit van chugged down my road towing the massive Ingersoll Rand compressor. I almost ripped my t-shirt off over my head and then waited until I heard one door open and then close again before throwing open the curtains. Both men were looking at my house, as I opened the curtains I heard an almost stage whisper, "Wonder if there will be any tea on the go......" He stopped mid-sentence, both men were looking up at my window, I was wearing my usual white cotton 'Utility' bra, nothing special but both men stopped mid-stream and just stood there with their mouths wide open. I was the rabbit caught in the workmen's headlights, I was totally frozen in the window, I had jeans on but from the angle the men were at it must have looked like I was probably just wearing bra and panties. I remained, statue like, until one of the guys called out, "Good morning misses, any chance of a cup of tea?" I let go of the curtain and waved to him before stepping away from the window and standing, shivering with excitement, I listened to the two men talking. "Bloody hell Vic mate did you see that, bloody great big melons in that skimpy bra, did you see her panties, sexy black bikini panties with that white lacy bra, that's a bit unusual aint it?" "Yes mate, her panties looked like silk they were so shiny." I looked down; they must have both caught sight of my leather belt holding up my jeans and extrapolated what they had seen into what they wanted to see. "You think she'll get dressed before she brings out our tea?" "I bloody hope not, what have I told you about your negativity, you jinx every opportunity we ever come across, we'll probably get no tea at all now." I was in a real quandary; I was terrified, turned on, excited, frustrated and anxious all at the same time. I ran on the tips of my toes to my own bedroom, I couldn't find any black bikini panties, but then I knew that I didn't own any black underwear, I did find a pair of navy blue panties though, never been worn either, as with so much of my clothing, James had brought home some samples from work when he was area manager of the department stores, I hadn't worn them because they were more hole than panty, very lacy, very low cut at the front and high leg, not my thing at all as a rule. Before I knew what I was doing I was kicking my jeans and white panties off and pulling the 'scanty-panties' up my legs, just feeling the lace against my abdomen and seeing the wisps of ginger hair that popped through the holes in the material at weird angles. I pushed my hand down the front of my drawers to try and flatten the hairs down a little and just that action sent the shiver of a minor climax through my body. I found my thinnest wrap-over dressing gown, again, never worn outside of my bedroom, I usually put it on over my nighty when I first woke up and was looking for the clothes that I would wear during the day, just in case someone came into my room and caught me in just my nighty. I took a deep breath and walked from my bedroom on very shaky legs, almost fell down the stairs on my way to the kitchen, I filled the kettle and put it on the stove to heat up, I prepared the teapot and three cups and saucers on the tea tray, bowl of sugar, small jug of milk. I put more tea in the pot than I usually would because the men had said the day before that they liked their tea to be strong and sweet, they actually said in unison, "Just how we like our women too!" As the tea was mashing in the pot I went out of the back door and stopped in my tracks, this was the least that I had worn outside my house in my life, I said to myself, over and over, "If I were on a beach, wearing a bikini they'd see far more!" a force outside of my body launched me past the end of the house and out into the view of both men. They hadn't started working yet, they were setting out the area that they had to dig throughout the day, straight over the end of my concrete drive, they stopped chalking out the lines of their trench and both looked up at me, I called out, "You want your tea out there......" I didn't get the chance of saying the rest, the "Or in my kitchen in the warm?" I ended up fighting a shaft of wind that sprang up along the side of my house and caught the bottom of my dressing gown and threw it up into the air, showing off my very skimpy panties. The men were almost tripping over each other to get up my driveway first. "Well, misses, if it's okay with you, it would be nice to get a bit of a warm before we get down to tackling that great slab of a drive of yours." I walked back to my kitchen with two men following very much to heel. Both men dropped their work boots at the kitchen door before they sat on the dining chairs at either end of my kitchen table, I poured out two cups of tea and handed them out along with a plate of biscuits, then I started for the door to the hall, "You not joining us in a cup of tea misses?" I stopped by the door, holding on to the handle, "I really should go and get dressed; it's a little decadent, not being dressed at nine o'clock in the morning!" "If you don't join us well feel guilty about asking for a cup of tea!" His mate chipped in, "Cheeky, and guilty!" I thought about it for a long moment, I had already gone far further than I had planned to go, my inner juice was actually trickling down between my legs, two streams babbling between my inner thighs. I walked back to the table and poured my own cup of tea, there were six chairs at the kitchen table but four of them were piled high with junk, laundry in various stages of sorting, dirty clothes waiting for the wash, coloureds on one seat and lights on another, washed and waiting to be ironed in another and washed but not needing ironing in the fourth pile. One of the men stood, "You want to sit here?" His mate shot him a dirty look, and then tilted his head towards the cottage chair by the side of the stove; the cottage chair was far more comfortable, webbing in the seat frame with a square foam cushion to sit on and an upholstered backrest, solid wooden arms with open sides, more comfortable for sure but more importantly, much lower and in full view of both men. I took my cup over to the seat at the side of the stove; I had to be really careful when I sat down, my dressing gown was just a simple wrap-over with a belt tied at the side to hold it closed. My legs popped out several times and I spent so much time trying to keep my legs from view that my bra covered breasts popped out several times too. As we sat drinking, the men introduced themselves as Mark, the younger by three years and Danny, the older one, they didn't work for the gas company but were subcontractors; they were brothers and owned their own ground works company. They both took it in turns to keep me 'engaged in conversation' for well over an hour and when I finally said, "I really must get on, my housework won't do itself!" and as I pushed myself out of the chair, both my bra and panties came into full view before I could let go of the arms of the chair and restore my dignity, Mark said, "Can I be even more cheeky and ask to use your toilet please?" "Up the stairs and second door on the left!" Mark went up ahead of me, I put the cups into the dish washer before I followed him up the stairs. As I walked past the door I could hear heavy breathing from the bathroom, I was about to knock on the door and ask Mark if he was okay but then I realised what he was doing, he was masturbating, I have to say that I was thrilled that I had caused him to do that, thrilled and honoured as well, I felt like it was a salute from him to my body. I was thrilled but when I stepped into my bedroom, I locked my door, just in case! I heard Mark flush the toilet and leave the bathroom, he didn't come looking for me which deflated me a little, I heard him clomping down the stairs and a few moments later the compressor started up, it created a din like a passing aircraft without the road drills even being connected. I passed over my jeans in favour of a loose fitting dress, after all, I would be flitting back and forth and if I wore the loose dress the wind might just force another show for the guys working outside. As I passed the bathroom, I stopped and looked in, the linen basket's lid was up, that was unusual but as I was passing I should gather the dirty linen, I looked in the top of the basket, my white panties were on the top, that was definitely wrong, my dirty clothes went in well before the kids, so there should have been two nighties and a set of pyjamas on top of my panties. I took my panties out and found Mark had left me a present in the shape of a gusset full of his semen, he had either wrapped his cock in my knickers as he wanked off or he had held them in front of his cock as he shot off. Just seeing that wad of semen sent a violent shiver through my body. Okay, so I knew exactly what it was, so why did I dredge my index finger through it? Why did I then bring that finger covered in Mark's spunk close to my face? And why did I sniff it? I managed to talk myself out of putting my finger to my mouth, I had no idea what semen tasted like and was genuinely interested in finding out but I reasoned that it would be better to take the first taste direct from the bottle rather than lick it from the table cloth. I did however rub my thumb and index finger together and then string the spunk out just millimetres from my eyes, just to test Mark's viscosity. I was snapped back to the real world by the sound of the road drills barking at the tarmac just a few feet from my drive, I wiped my finger and thumb on the next thing down in the washing basket, when I remembered what should have been at the top of the basket, I closed my eyes and just bundled everything together in my arms, I didn't want to know which of my children's night wear I had just wiped my spunky fingers over. Even though I was as horny as hell and was desperate to give myself relief, I had so much housework that I just had to do before I could relax and also, that housework would entail popping in and out of the house, giving the gusty wind every opportunity to give Mark and Danny another flash of my drawers. It was almost lunch time before I'd finished all of my jobs, I had been in and out of the house about ten times during the morning, each time I walked out of the house both men stopped working and looked over at me expectantly, they were either looking for tea or looking for that dammed gust of wind that didn't come. I turned my pc on, as it was coming up for twelve o'clock, I put the kettle on and while all the programmes loaded up, I made a pot of tea and put it on a tray with two mugs, sugar and milk, I started the chat room program that I used to talk to Johnny and while that was logging in, I carried the tray out to the street, as soon as I stepped out from the cover of my house, both men looked up and smiled at the tray with a large tea pot on it and two mugs, their smiles broadened more as a sudden gust lifted my parachute like dress up under my arm pits. I didn't have a hand free to stop my dress rising so all I could do was to twist and show the guys my bum rather than the full on front view of ginger candyfloss and I stood still until the wind dropped. Then, I took a deep breath and turned back to face the men, as I got to their van Mark said, "Where's that hurricane when we really need it, only two cups misses? You not joining us this time?" I just giggled and shook my head, "Still plenty to do inside unfortunately!" Mark whispered, "I have something I'd like to do inside of you darling" through a fixed smile as his brother took the tray from my hands. My heart was pounding like a steam hammer as I walked slowly back towards the house, the wind caught my dress again at about the same place that it lifted my dress on my way out, the bottom hem of my dress actually passed my ears this time, I did react and push the yards of loose material back down but I was very slow to react, I think the guys got to see all the way up to the back strap of my bra on that occasion. I should have cooked my lunch but I was far too excited for that, I sat at my pc, I didn't expect JohnnyEnglish to be online for several hours but there was always someone in the chat rooms that would talk to me. My screen had switched to saver mode and it took a few seconds for the picture to return and as the chat window finally resolved on the screen there was a message waiting from Johnny.
JohnnyEnglish	"Well, did you flash the men this morning? Or did you chicken out? :)"
Isabella-30-UK	:)
JohnnyEnglish	"Come on, don't keep me waiting, I've been here for 4 hours just waiting for you to come on-line"
Isabella-30-UK	"Didn't you go to work today?"
JohnnyEnglish	"Don't change the subject! It was so hard to get on the road this morning that I had to ring in and tell my boss I'd work from home today, not that I've done a lot of work. Now come on, give, I want details! :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"Weeeeeeell, I did it, I took my top off and opened the curtains........"
JohnnyEnglish	"And, and! Don't leave me hanging, I need details, I'm all excited here! :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"I froze!"
JohnnyEnglish	"Dammed, so they didn't get to see you in your sexy bra then?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Oh no, I froze with the curtains wide open and both men looking at me!"
JohnnyEnglish	":)"
Isabella-30-UK	"Don't grin at me like that, it was terrible, and what made it worse, I was wearing my jeans and they mistook my black leather belt as my panties, they thought I was standing there in just my bra and knickers!"
JohnnyEnglish	":) So, what did you do next?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Fortunately, they asked for tea, that broke the spell and unfroze me :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"And then what?"
Isabella-30-UK	"I heard them talking about my panties that they thought they'd seen and I went a little crazy."
JohnnyEnglish	"Did you masturbate? :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"No, I haven't yet, not so far."
JohnnyEnglish	"So, how did you go crazy then?"
Isabella-30-UK	"I took my jeans off, and because they thought they had seen black panties, I found the darkest pair I had and changed into them...."
JohnnyEnglish	"Then what? :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"I put on my kimono and made a pot of tea....."
JohnnyEnglish	"Did you take the men their tea out in the street dressed like that?"
Isabella-30-UK	"No, I did go out to the front of my house dressed like it though to ask if they wanted their tea in or outside my house. :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"You were hoping that the wind would do the job for you weren't you, give the lucky sods a good show-off right out there in your front garden?"
Isabella-30-UK	":)"
JohnnyEnglish	"It didn't did it? :o"
Isabella-30-UK	"I have no idea what they got to see but the wind did snatch at my kimono :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"Did they want to go into your house to drink their tea?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Yes!"
JohnnyEnglish	"I would have wanted to as well, seeing you dressed like that, I'm really hard here, I really want to wank off, this is so sexy!"
Isabella-30-UK	"I've been trying to keep my mind off of it all day. :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"Did the show continue over the cup of tea? He asked hopefully! :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"I think they saw a little leg and bra while we drank our tea. :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"How long were they in your house?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Just over an hour."
JohnnyEnglish	"I'll bet they had a great view then. Did they try to touch you?"
Isabella-30-UK	"No :( but Mark used my bathroom and used my dirty panties to wank off into, that gave me a bit of a thrill when I found them :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"Are you still dressed the same way now?"
Isabella-30-UK	"No, I'm wearing a lightweight summer dress now."
JohnnyEnglish	"Same panties and bra on under it?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Yes ;)"
JohnnyEnglish	"God, your gusset must be soaking wet by now. :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"Yes, I'm going to have to change them or they'll make me sore."
At that moment the men started working again, the noise was ten times worse than earlier and the whole house began to shake, I had to jump up and save things that were falling off of the shelves all over the house.

JohnnyEnglish	"Are you there?"
JohnnyEnglish	"Have I lost you?"
JohnnyEnglish	"Is everything okay?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Sorry, all hell just broke out, they started drilling across my drive, it's solid concrete and I think the house is built on the same block, things are shaking off the shelves all over the house!"
JohnnyEnglish	"Mmmm, interesting, very interesting indeed! :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"?"
JohnnyEnglish	"Sorry, just something I heard, and you telling me about the vibrations just brought something into my mind."
Isabella-30-UK	"I'm going to have to go, the noise and rattling in the house is giving me a headache."
JohnnyEnglish	"Well, don't change your panties, you've taken the first steps, now why don't you just take your panties off, your bra as well and go out, look for a few gusts of wind. :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"No point going out to the men, the noise is far worse out there. :("
JohnnyEnglish	"Well, don't do out to them, go to that wood you keep telling me about, go through to the lay-by, there may be some 'Resting' business men looking for fun between calls! :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"I'm very tempted. :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"Just like this morning, don't over think it, just take your bra and knickers off and go out straight away, I'd better get back to my work anyway. Tell me everything when you get back though! ;)"
I sat for a few minutes, I could just go up to my room and masturbate, that would get rid of my frustrations but then the sound of the road drill bouncing off of my driveway started all over again. 'Don't over think it, just do it girl!' Ran through my head, well, stumbled over broken memories that were left behind from the vibrations shaking my brain to pieces. I dropped my soaking wet knickers in the washing machine and my bra too, they would wait there until the next load was ready, I had no worries about anyone finding my wet knickers in my washing machine, neither my husband nor my kids knew the secret location of the washing machine, I had to draw them all maps every week or so to remind them where the laundry basket was in the bathroom so they could find it once in a while to put their dirty clothes in. I walked down the drive with my arms ready to catch my dress if it got caught in the wind again, I didn't mind showing Mark and Danny my panties and bra but showing off my naked charms in the street just before walking off to the woods might get me a 'Reputation'. I walked quickly to the woods the sound of two powerful road drills bouncing ineffectively off of my concrete driveway getting quieter and quieter the further away I got and the further away I got, the more my headache subsided and, as a consequence, the more my fanny was reminding me that I was neglecting it. By the time I stepped out of sight of the lane, I stopped holding my arms ready to catch my dress and relaxed, if the wind ripped my dress of totally right then I doubt I'd have been too worried about it. I bobbed and weaved along the pathways that led out to the lay-by by the side of the main road. The lay-by was empty but the main road was totally blocked by cars in one direction, the gas pipe was being laid across the main road and into the village, they had closed off one side of the road and were using traffic lights so that the traffic could take turns using the open side but there was no way that the road could cope with the sheer volume of traffic at that time of the day. I turned and began to walk back into the woods; the last thing I wanted was a gust of wind to expose me to several hundred irate drivers and passengers in the huge traffic jam. I was only just passed the first bush when I spotted a man walking towards me just a few feet away from me. I smiled at him, if only he knew how few clothes I had on he'd grow a huge boner... what the hell, he already had a huge hard-on standing out from his white cotton chinos. I went to side step the man but he matched my step, he pushed my back against a tree and pushed his hand up the front of my dress, he didn't say a word, I just stood there frozen to the spot, listening to the sound of blood pumping through my eardrums, so loud that it totally drowned out every other sound in the world. The man didn't seem at all surprised to find that I was wearing just the dress and a pair of shoes and nothing else. He worked two fingers into my cunt and as he did that he unfastened his trousers with the other hand. I followed his trousers to the floor with my eyes, just the chinos, no under pants. Once his other hand was free and just as he brought me to my first orgasm, he used his free hand to lift the front of my dress. To that point I was totally focused on the man, well him and listening to the blood pounding in my head as well as in my chest. He looked around ten to fifteen years older than me, a full head of dark brown or black hair, greying at the temples giving him a very distinguished look. He was beyond clean shaven, his face almost glowed with health and there was a strong feeling of the 'Old Spice' about him, not just a cologne or aftershave but more a way of life, once he had exposed my wild strawberry patch to the world I started scanning my surroundings for danger or people watching from a distance. I wasn't far enough from the road for total privacy; there was a gap in the bushes that I could be seen through if a car was waiting in exactly the right spot. The front of my dress was pushed over my head and allowed to fall down against my back; my head did pop out from under the bust line so that my dress ended up still over my shoulders, looking like a rather full bolero jacket. As soon as my breasts popped into view his head dropped down and he gave me a second orgasm as his free hand lifted my left breast to his lips and he started to nibble and suck on my nipple. I fought to make a sound, well, a sound other than the gasps and mewling of my climaxes, I managed to whisper, "We have to move, we can be seen from the road!" He placed his index finger against my lips to stop me talking, then he lifted my right breast to his mouth and worked on my right nipple and, doubling his efforts in my cunt as he bit down on my nipple I had a massive, earth shattering orgasm, so massive that my legs began to give way under me and he had to stop to hold me up. He left my breasts alone, he took my left hand and placed it over his right shoulder, then he placed my right hand over his left. He reached down and caught me under my left knee and lifted my foot up off the floor. I had to cling on tight around his neck to prevent my tipping over to the side. As soon as he felt me cling on, he caught me under my under my right knee and lifted me off the floor. Because of our relative positions, the opening to my body was now resting directly over his rampant cockhead, I was only just managing to hold myself up and stop my own weight impaling me on his cock. I kept free of his cock for as long as I could, he seemed in no hurry at all to get into me; he just stood there, holding me up off the floor, sure in the knowledge that I couldn't hold myself up forever. He started to shuffle me away from the tree and more out into the open, even more men in the crawling cars would be able to see me if they just looked in my direction. My arms began to shake as my muscled began to flag, as soon as he felt the shake starting he just gave a little upward jerk under my legs, my body lifted and dropped again, my arms gave way under my weight and I dropped all the way down onto his cock with all of my body weight. I cried out in pain and pleasure, so loud that it worried me, I had made enough noise for the men in the cars to hear me over their engines, all I could hope for was that they might have their radios on to cover my outburst. He had a strange style of fucking in that position, not that I was any kind of expert on how men fucked standing up. He kind of lifted and dropped me as he thrust his hips back and forth, it felt like he was getting around 20 TPS (Thrusts per second) delivering 30 OPM (Orgasms per minute). I tried to keep a lookout all around but my face soon fell into the crook of his neck as I came close to passing out. I was shocked back into animation as I heard his breathing change and he gasped, much the same way that I did when I fell onto his ramrod hard cock, I tried hard to lift my body off of his cock but I was too late, I felt the warmth spreading throughout my vagina and womb, the warmth that told me I was too late, too late to stop him firing off into me but not too late to cop out! I had worked out when I first started chatting, I was far more active in chats, took more risks with the men I chatted with, divulged more of my real life, at certain times of the month, roughly ten days after the end of my bleed for around four days, roughly coinciding with my most fertile period, I should have recognised the warning signs, I had started feeling 'Reckless' 24 hours earlier, everything I had done so far during the day was driven by the hormonal imbalance caused by my fertility, if I were a cat I'd be rubbing my arse all over town to attract a mate. Well, I had certainly done that alright and now I had a womb full of his seed to wory about. I was allowed back down to the floor but couldn't stand on my own; he held me up and flipped my dress back over my body so I was descent again. I was pushed back against the nearby tree so he could hold me up while pulling his trousers back up, then he helped me to a picnic table in the lay-by so I could sit and drip his seed all over the floor under the bench and recover. By the time I was fully aware of my surroundings again and could stand up on my own he was gone, he had walked down the first of the pathways that would lead him to my front door but once in the labyrinth of pathways, he could have gone almost anywhere in the village. If I had been faster to recover I may have tried to follow the guy, he was a stranger to me but then I didn't know everyone who lived in the village, just the long termers and most of the women who had kids in the village but I seldom knew their husbands. The village, being just fifty miles from London with very good road and rail links into London, we did get a huge turnover of business men moving to the village for a few months and then moving on again. There was always the chance that he could be a visitor, stopping off in the village in the hope that the traffic would dissipate while he was walking in the woods. There were two other options though, the village was full of strangers working on the new gas pipeline, he wasn't one of them, I was sure of that but he could have been one of the engineers who planned the work out and those guys often had to visit the area to make sure all was going to plan. The other group of strangers around the village at the moment were the salesmen, selling gas appliances and central heating systems to people who had never had piped in gas before. So there were three groups of men that I would feel safe if my stranger fitted into, if he was a business man who would only live in the village fleetingly, that would be relatively safe but he could be the father of one of my kids friends! That thought sent a shiver through my spine, the thought of bumping into him while taking my kids to a party at his house and the father thought reminded me that I was slap bang in the middle of the most fertile part of my cycle and I wasn't on any kind of birth control, so he could end up being the father of my fourth child if I didn't do something about the situation, and quick. I was getting a lot of looks now from the drivers of the cars as they crawled past as I was sitting on the bench of the picnic table out in the open, I could almost read the minds of some of the drivers, "I'd love to pull out of this line of crawling cars and go into the lay-by to chance my arm with her!" but they wouldn't because they would probably never be allowed back into the line. I shook the fug out of my brain and stood up, still on unsteady legs but even so, I headed off to the trail of paths and passageways that led to my house. When I reached the edge of the wood at the side of the road that I lived on I realised that there was no growl of the huge Ingersoll Rand compressor and no barking of the two heavy road drills. I looked up the road, no Transit van either. Part of me had wanted to walk past Mark and Danny as they dug the pavement up with two rivers of spunk running down my inner thighs. And with every step I took, my cunt pumped out another little jet of my secret lover's spunk. By the time I reached my front door the spunk stream had reached my ankles. I almost ran to my pc, I stopped long enough to grab a hand towel to wipe between my legs before sitting in front of my pc.
Isabella-30-UK	"Hi! :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"I see you're back then and a smile too. Do I take it that you had fun out on your walk? :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"It was a great walk. :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"Was he handsome?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Was who handsome?"
JohnnyEnglish	"The guy that fucked you! :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"What makes you think that something like that happened?"
JohnnyEnglish	"I've been chatting to you for over three years now, I can spot when you get snappy, the day before your periods start, then you disappear from the internet for four days, on the fifth day you're very subdued, then you get gradually more perky. And by day thirteen or fourteen, you are turned on and will do and say almost anything and that goes on until about day sixteen or seventeen. After that, you come down quickly, level out and then get all snappy again at about day twenty-seven and the whole thing starts over again. Were at day fourteen today, you'd still be out in the woods until midnight if a man hadn't come along and fucked you! :)"
I was totally shocked, 'taken aback' was very much an understatement, I sat there. Mulling things over in my head, I hadn't kept notes but it seemed to me that he was right; I did get very snappy the day before my period started. So much so that James and the kids always went into 'best behaviour' mode for twenty-four hours until the blood started flowing. While I was actually bleeding I couldn't sit still, I became a housework machine, the house got a thorough 'Spring Cleaning' thirteen times a year and Johnny was right, I didn't go back online until after my period ended. Johnny was also right about the fact that my chats got very much more sexual for a few days, I masturbated more during those few days, was it because the chats were sexier or was Johnny right and it was an inner need that I was satisfying and not an external thing that I was reacting to.
JohnnyEnglish	"You still there?"
JohnnyEnglish	"Issy, you there?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Yes, I'm still here."
JohnnyEnglish	"You went very quiet for a long time. Did I hit the nail on the head a little too much there?"
Isabella-30-UK	"I didn't realise that I was such an easy read."
JohnnyEnglish	"I think we've got to know each other very well by now and if I know you half as much as I think I do, You feel very guilty and worried right now but by tomorrow you'll be right back to showing off to Mark and Danny again!"
Isabella-30-UK	"I don't think so."
JohnnyEnglish	":) Well, if I'm right and you are still really horny tomorrow will you wear just your kimono with no bra and panties on under it for Mark and Danny tomorrow?"
Isabella-30-UK	"I'm sure I won't be that horny."
JohnnyEnglish	"I'm usually a good judge of my women folk...... sorry, phone, I'll try to get back on before the kids get home from school, will you still be there?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Well, I've got a ton of housework to do so I'm not sure!"
I don't know why I had said that, he really did read me like a book; he knew full well that I wouldn't leave my pc until the kids got home. I popped into the main chat room again to see if there were any other chatters interested in talking to me. I was online just reading other peoples public conversations for thirty minutes and then I got another private chat request from JohnnyEnglish which I accepted.
JohnnyEnglish	"So, I'd say that tomorrow you should definitely not wear any panties or bra under your kimono, see if you can entice Mark into dropping his load in your cunt instead of your dirty panties. :)"
Isabella-30-UK	"But I'm not on any birth control so that would be very dangerous."
JohnnyEnglish	"But earlier on, you were more interested in keeping out of sight and didn't seem to be worried about getting pregnant."
Isabella-30-UK	"I'm not really proud of that, neither doing it in full view of the road or allowing a man to cum in me when I'm at risk of pregnancy. :("
JohnnyEnglish	"What if Mark had left you some sign that he wanted to see more, would you go without bra and panties under your playsuit tomorrow for him?"
Isabella-30-UK	"What kind of sign?"
JohnnyEnglish	"Something like a note in the empty milk bottle on your front door step or something asking you to show him more next time!"
Isabella-30-UK	":) Well, I don't have an empty milk bottle on my front door step, so I'd feel safe in saying that if he had done something like that I'd probably go along with it. :)"
JohnnyEnglish	"Really, I thought everyone had empty milk bottles on their front door step! Perhaps you should go and check before the kids get home from school"
I didn't feel any need to go and check the front door step; after all, I had walked past it after the workmen had already gone.
JohnnyEnglish	"I'll give you two tips for free, the first is, take a tablespoon of Vanish or similar product, add a few drops of warm water and mix it into a past, then rub it into the stain on the back of your white dress with the back of the spoon before any of your family sees it and two, check your front doorstep before the kids get home. :)"
I jumped up, pulled the back of my dress round so I could see it, a huge brownie-green splodge right under my bum; it was just road dirt and moss from the picnic bench mixed with copious amounts of semen that had leaked out of me as I sat recovering. I had my dress off in an instant and followed Johnny's tip to start my dress cleaning as quickly as possible, I dropped my dress in the sink and turned the hot and cold taps on to fill the sink with warm water. A short soak and then repeat the Vanish treatment before throwing the dress into my washing machine with the kids school clothes when they got home should resurrect the dress to pristine white. Because Johnny had been spot on about my stained dress I rushed, still naked, to the front window and looked out, there was just the corner of a brown paper parcel visible on the step, I checked the time, ten minutes at least before the kids got home, there was no time to waste getting dressed, so I went to the front door as I was. My plan, hastily formulated, was to open the door, use the door to hide my nakedness from the world and reach for the parcel. Hastily made plans are really crap, I realised that as I hid behind my glass panelled front door to catch hold of the parcel, it didn't even register on my mind that I could see the parcel clearly through the door I was hiding behind. I should have worried more about covering my body than what was in the parcel but I didn't, even though time was running out and the kids could walk through the door at any moment, I cut the string and started unwrapping the parcel. There was a double layer of brown paper and in between was a note in an immature hand, "Thanks for the wonderful vision this morning, I'd love to see you wearing this tomorrow, you'd look great if this was all you had on when we share tea in the morning. PS sorry about the mess I left behind when you find it :)" I finished opening the parcel, there was a white cheesecloth playsuit, almost totally see through, the only way to get into it was to step through the neck hole and pull the suit up my body, the loose shoulder straps were the only way to keep the suit on, it had short very baggy legs, designed for the bedroom, not to sleep in though, the kind of thing that was designed to be worn as a prelude to sex and then discarded before sleep. If anyone actually tried to sleep in the playsuit it would probably strangle you in the night or fall apart before morning. There were several messages from Johnny, just asking if I was there, if there was any note on the doorstep, was I there? Kind of messages.
Isabella-30-UK	"There was a parcel on the step."
JohnnyEnglish	"Wow, much better than a note then, what was in it?"
Isabella-30-UK	"A see-through play suit but it wasn't there when I got home and Mark and Danny had already gone before I got home, so I'm very confused."
JohnnyEnglish	"I doubt that Mark would have had sexy lingerie in his transit van, he probably nipped off to town and picked it up from Ann Summers, then drove back so that you would have it to wear for him in the morning."
Isabella-30-UK	"I couldn't possibly wear it for them!"
JohnnyEnglish	"Why not?"
Isabella-30-UK	"Because it's totally see-through!"
JohnnyEnglish	"Just one step further than flashing your bra and panties to them. And less than you showed off to the car drivers out on the main road, wearing your dress like a professors gown as you fucked at the side of the road."
Isabella-30-UK	"But they didn't know who I was or where I lived."
JohnnyEnglish	"Does it fit though?"
Isabella-30-UK	"I haven't tried it on!"
JohnnyEnglish	"Try it on now!"
I stepped in through the neck hole and pulled it up, I looked at my reflection as I pulled the shoulder straps into place, my pussy mound almost fluoresced through the thin 'Almost Cloth' material and my areola's looked like saucers with tiny nipple cups sitting on them, every bump and blemish was totally visible through the playsuit.
Isabella-30-UK	"Well, it fits but I couldn't wear it without panties under it, I look ridiculous, especially the 'Ginger Tom' sleeping in my lap, I can see every single hair through it."
JohnnyEnglish	"Well, you should seriously think about shaving your pussy bare when you take your bath tonight, your pussy hair is so course and wiry that it rips a man's cock to pieces when he fucks you and the last thing you want is a man's cock bleeding in your cunt as he's fucking you. The guys will love seeing your bare pussy mound in the morning too, trust me!"
Isabella-30-UK	"The kids bus has just stopped in the lane outside, I'll have to close down now and chat again tomorrow!"
Luckily I found my kimono and managed to hide my playsuit from the kids as they piled into the kitchen, the chat room screen was just fading from view as they rushed in to start the homework fight, who needed the pc first, longest and more desperately. I just left them to it, made myself a cup of tea and went to the living room to think what I would be doing later in the evening. I definitely needed to take a bath; I knew that James kept a good supply of Bic disposable razors in the bathroom. JohnnyEnglish had been right, my fanny hair was like a scouring pad, the way James used his marital facilities it had never been a problem, he never used much force or speed and never stayed long in the hole but getting fucked by the stranger earlier, that was wild, I could imagine him suffering abraded skin on the sides of his cock. The kids were fighting like brother and sisters in the kitchen as I settled down to plan my next adventure and what I had to do to prepare for it. And if you want to find out what happens, well, I'll have to keep that for another day, hopefully my excited state will last long enough for me to have a lot more fun. 8,898 Words. Click isabella-30-uk@hotmail.co.uk if you would like to comment on this, or any other story by Isabella.