Dogging
by Rose Eastmann

Hi I'd like to tell you all my story, I'm a mother of two boys, eleven and eight years old, married since I was twenty to Paul and now fifteen years on the seven year itch has hit twice, and twice as hard the second time around. I'm a team leader at a major credit card company in the Nottingham area; I work the third shift and manage twenty people. The shifts are six am to two pm, two pm to ten pm and ten pm to six am, so every three weeks I get to work very early, then the afternoon and on the third week the over night shift, it messes up the family and married life but the pay is good, much better than I could expect working in Tesco's. I live close to Melton Mowbray but still just inside the Nottinghamshire border and so I just have to have a car to be able to get into Nottingham city centre for the early and late shifts. My story starts the day after I have a crash in my Renault Clio, I paid five thousand pounds for the car the year before, it was the perfect shade of petrol blue and with a fourteen hundred cc engine it was quite nippy too, unfortunately not nippy enough to get me out of the way of an oncoming car. I was unhurt and normally I would be very philosophical about such things but something hit me as I saw the other driver running off across he fields, I had spent so much on the car that I had only enough money left for third party insurance and now that all I could see of the other driver was the reflection off of his bald head in the distance I had an awful feeling than this was not a good thing.

The police were great, they took me home, the news had come over the radio while the officer was trying to direct the traffic blockage around the two twisted metal boxes that were once expensive motor cars, the other car was stolen from a car sales forecourt and as such it had no insurance, the police officer doubted that the driver would have any personal insurance which was why he had beaten a hasty retreat as soon as his car had stopped flipping over. I was on the middle shift the next day and so it was easy to catch the bus into Nottingham although it would be much more difficult to get home, the last bus to my village leaves Nottingham at nine thirty, and I wouldn't be able to get to the bus station until way past ten thirty so the only answer was to drag Paul and the boys all that way to pick me up or to get a taxi home, as I didn't like the idea of waking the boys up just to fetch me I decided to try the taxi route, hang the expense.

I caught the ten am bus into Nottingham that would give me almost four hours to walk around the various credit companies to try for a loan to get some sort of car to use for work as soon as possible, I would normally have just walked into personnel and taken out a company loan, but I had done that the year before to buy the car in the first place and the finance manager had told me to make sure that I had fully comprehensive insurance to protect my investment, and I had moved my mortgage to the company the year before so I didn't want to go through all that again. I had dressed up more than usual, I find that when I try hard I look the business; I can knock almost ten years off of my thirty-five years of age and I usually got what I wanted especially if the person I want it off is a man. Can you imagine just how many loan advisors are women these days, I think my looks just served to antagonise most of them, I just got turned down flat at every turn.

I had a difficult time at work too, I was trying hard to find someone who would risk a few thousand pounds on me but to no avail, eventually I decided to ring and book a taxi home, it was eight pm and I needed to be picked up at ten-fifteen so I thought that there would be no problem in booking that taxi, I was wrong once again, I tried three taxi firms and all were fully booked until eleven thirty. Robert had been listening to my phone calls and he sauntered over to my desk, "I have to go close to your village on my way home, if you don't mind waiting while I have a meal I'll drive you home". Robert was the youngest on my team, he was the typical dark haired, oily skinned youth, full of hormones and self confidence, I had noticed that he had tried to date all the girls around his own age in the company and now he seemed to be working his way up the age range. My first reaction was to say no to the twenty two year old lethario but I was beginning to get a little worried that I would have to hang around the centre of Nottingham until almost midnight. I phoned Paul and told him that I would be late home and that he shouldn't wait up for me or he would be a grouch at work the next day because of lack of sleep. We had a standing arrangement if either one of us arrived home after the other had gone to bed the other would sleep in the guest room so as not to disturb the sleeper.

Robert and I left work just after ten pm, we walked across the road to a small pub that did bar meals, Robert was such a regular that he had a table waiting for him, the staff made up a second place setting for me so it was obvious that Robert usually ate alone. Robert didn't drink any alcohol at all, sticking to diet coke while he encouraged me to drink three large white wine spritzers, I don't usually drink and the spritzers were so innocuous that I didn't realise just how much I had drunk in a short time. By eleven o'clock we were being encouraged to leave, I had lost track of time while chatting to Robert, I was seeing him less and less as a youth almost young enough to be my son and realised that he was funny and charming and extremely intelligent. We were laughing and joking all the way back to the car park, his car was a Toyota Celica, bright red and sleek, 'school boy racer' passed through my mind.

I would usually leave the town centre by the A60 ,southbound, then onto the A52 and eventually the A606 which went right past my village, Robert didn't take the A60, instead he went on the A616 towards Colwick, he was telling me about people who visit car parks so that strangers can watch them having sex, I told him that he shouldn't believe everything he saw printed in the Sun newspaper, then he slowed the car down and made a bet with me, "I'll bet you that not one mile from this point there are people having sex in a parked car with others watching them", I asked him what the wager would be and he thought for a long moment and said, "If there are no people having sex then you get to use my car for a month, if there are then we have a proper date, snogging and everything!" Well I could use a car for a month, would take the pressure off of me looking for the cash for a new car in a hurry. I told him that he had a bet, and he increased the speed of the car again, at the entrance to Colwick Park race circuit Robert turned right and went down a lane at the side ot the track entrance, toward the river, there were street lights but most were not working. We drove about a half a mile with only the side lights on the car, it was difficult to see where he was driving and eventually Robert parked his car on the right hand side of the road, there was no other car in sight, no strangers waiting to watch, nothing. "We have to walk from here" he told me, I could hear the river to my right, we were quite close but I couldn't see it, there was almost a full moon but also quite overcast and cloudy so there was little help from the moon. I stumbled a few times on the rough track and each time Robert was there instantly to stop me hitting the floor. We entered a small spiny and made our way along well trodden paths, Robert must have been going on instinct alone or perhaps he had spent a long time wandering the woodland paths, either way we quickly came across a large car park, the moon was just beginning to light up the area around a lone parked car, I could see that the car was moving, rocking back and forth there was no mistaking what was happening in that car, and then the shocker, three men standing close to the windows watching the action. Robert tried to pull me out into the car park but I resisted, I didn't want three strangers to see me in the car park watching a couple having sex. Robert walked up and stood scant inches from the glass watching, he even said hello to the other men in a low whisper, then there was a noise on the other side of the car park, another car was driving in. The three men wandered over to the new car, leaving Robert alone at the first car, he beckoned to me to join him, I stepped gingerly from my secluded hideout and stepped quickly to his side, I was very excited at the prospect of seeing a couple of strangers fucking like that, I had never watched anyone having sex before, when I and Paul had sex it was with the lights off and in the bed under the sheets. I was a little shocked to see that the interior light was on, leaving nothing to the imagination, I watched as the couple went through their repertoire, difficult as it was because there was little room in that small car but they were actually fucking each other in the nude. Robert was alerted when he saw a set of car headlights coming along the road leading to the car park entrance, he banged on the car window and turned to walk back to the spiny, the couple stopped mid shag and started to dress quickly as the man reached up to turn off the interior light. Robert grabbed for my hand in the dark and yanked me after him, we entered the safety of the woods as we saw the blue light of the police car burst into life, the three men by the second car hadn't read the signs as Robert had and there was quite a scene as the men fled in all directions. We reached Roberts car and Robert opened the passenger's side door, took something from the glove box and turned just as a police man stepped out of the darkness and asked us what we wee doing there at that time of night, just as he spoke Robert shouted "Here boy, here Ben", I noticed that Robert had a dogs leash in his hand, that was obviously what he had reached in the glove box for, a well practiced ploy I was sure. The officer walked away with out further comment and Robert jumped in his car laughing wildly, I didn't see the funny side though, even less so when he reminded me that I had lost the bet. He drove out of the lane and continued along the A616, as we passed through Burton Joyce Robert turned his headlights off once more and pulled into a car park, my heart was beating rapidly, I was expecting him to take his prize right there and then but instead he pulled up next to another parked car, again there was a couple having sex, this time they didn't have the interior light on and there was no one looking through their window. Robert had pulled up so that I was right next to the car, I could see with difficulty what they were doing, the woman looked over to me and smiled and then went back to sucking the mans cock. The next time I saw her face it was covered in the mans cum and she had a huge smile across her face.

We drove the rest of the way to my village in almost silence, at the end of the driveway into my house Robert asked if I was the sort of woman who reneged on a bet, I thought about it for a while and shook my head, I said you say where and when. I walked in the house at a little after one am; I went straight to the spare bedroom and slept fitfully, the images of the evening playing over and over in my head, I couldn't believe just how turned on I was and eventually I had to masturbate myself just so that I could sleep. When I woke in the morning the house was empty, Paul had sent the boys of for the school bus and had left foe work, the only reminder that someone else had been there was a note, "kids will be going to their gran's after school and I'll be late home love Paul". I made my breakfast and at around ten thirty the phone went, it was Robert, I asked how he got my number, "No secret, you're in the book!" he said. He asked me if I would like to do something before work, "Like what?" I said, "A little hanky-panky" was his reply, he told me he would pick me up in thirty minutes and he also told me to pus on something sexy. I dressed in my shortest skirt and a tight blouse with very sexy bra and panty set under. Robert gave a low whistle as I got in his car with him, the low seats made my very short skirt ride up even higher and I looked at the place his eyes were fixed on and could see the lace of my panties peeking from under my skirts hem.

Robert drove me in silence to the racetrack, the car park looked totally different in the daylight, there were a dozen or more cars there also, Robert reclined my seat slightly and leaned over and started to kiss me. I closed my eyes as I always did when kissed, when our lips broke apart some while later I opened my eyes and was shocked to see a man just a few feet away watching us. Robert asked if he could stroke my thighs, I was looking at the voyeur, he was avoiding my eyes and was staring at my lap, I didn't really answer but my head did move forward in a half nod, Robert took this to be his green light and he started to rub his hand over my thighs, the man watching from outside the car stood more upright and moved a little closer to the car. Robert started to kiss me once more and as he did his fingers slipped under the hem of my skirt, I felt the heat of his palm on my bare thighs and then his fingertips reached my panties, he just let his fingers rest on the material of my panties for a while, then he pushed his hand up higher, allowing the flat of his hand to press down on my lace covered mound as his hand lifted my skirt slightly, I opened my eyes mid kiss, something that was new for me, and I saw the man just a few inches away from the glass, staring intently at my exposed panties and the mound below, he was rubbing his cock through his clothes, then he looked up, startled almost and I noticed another car drawing along side Roberts Toyota. Robert pulled my skirt back down and kissed me one more time, he told me that I had done very well for my first time and he drove out of the car park.

We ate in the same little pub as the previous night before going in to work, my head was filled with the imagery and feelings that Robert had induced in me earlier and for the second time in less than twenty-four hours I found myself masturbating myself, this time in the office toilet. Work was a strain; I found my mind wandering over and over again to the previous night and that short experience before lunch. Robert asked if I would like a lift home again and I nodded.

I went with Robert to various car parks over the next few days, each time we went a little further, eventually to Robert taking my panties off and masturbating me while two men watched through the window, then came the day, Robert told me he thought that I was ready for our proper date now, we had both worked the over night shift, so we had the whole day together if we wanted it, Robert took me home and dressed me, I felt and looked like a total slut, I was told to leave my panties at home and with just a micro skirt and a crop top on Robert drove me towards Nottingham. We overtook a lorry on the dual carriageway, Robert slowed right down as we drew level with the driver sitting high in his cab, then Robert lifted the hem of my skirt and pushed my thighs as wide as they could go, he then started to finger fuck me while driving at fifty miles per hour. The Driver was almost standing in his seat, he could see everything, then Robert took a side road off the main road and the lorry followed us, eventually Robert stopped in a long lay-by and the lorry drew in behind us. Robert told me to give him a blow-job, I didn't do that for my husband and didn't really relish the idea of my first experience of it being in a lay-by in broad daylight but Robert persuaded me to do it, he told me to kneel on the seat and lean right over him, as I felt his cock touch my lips I heard the passenger window wind down, then I felt the hand of the lorry driver exploring under the back of my skirt, he found my pussy and he drove his fingers in side my body hard, I was forced hard against Roberts lap driving his cock deeper into my mouth causing me to gag. I reached a climax in just a few seconds, then I felt Robert filling my mouth with his salty cum and as I looked back I watched the driver of the lorry fire a huge string of his own cum at my bare ass cheeks. I couldn't believe that he had just stood there in the lay-bi and masturbated himself like that; well for that matter, I couldn't believe that I had just sucked a man's cock in the car, in the street in broad daylight either.