I blurted out, “I don’t have a lot of money on me, but you can have all of it. And you can take my watch.”
When he suddenly put his hand onto my shoulder, I almost shat myself.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“Relax, nobody is going to hurt you.”
For a big man, his voice was surprisingly gentle, and it eased some of my tension. I was now beginning to believe that he really wasn’t going to hurt me, but it was better to be safe than sorry. If I could manage to get past him then I was going to run to my car.
“You’re new to this, aren’t you?”
It took me a few seconds to understand what he meant. When I said yes, he then gave me a quick lesson on the rules of Dogging.
He ended it with, “Sheila has flashed her headlights, so you can go to her.”
His talk had been interesting and I’d learnt a lot, but I should thank him and leave. Becky was at home waiting for me. She’d be pleased to see me, but would she want sex? No, and I knew what she’d say if I was to ask her for it.
“It’s late and I need to be up early for work tomorrow. Let’s just go to sleep.”
As I walked towards the car I had mixed emotions. I was nervous, but I was also excited. It had been six days since my balls had been emptied. I knew that what I was about to do was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. It was as if somebody else was controlling my body.
When I got to the car she opened the door. She was sitting in the back seat, and by waving her hand, she was beckoning me to get in.
“It’s OK, I won’t bite you. I just want to fuck you. But if you do want me to bite you, then I will.”
Then she laughed, long and hard.
I was now in the car, sitting next to her, and she was, without any subtlety, looking me up and down.
When she purred, like a Tiger on heat, I knew that I’d met with her approval.
She asked, “So young man, what do you think?”
She’d taken her time assessing me, so I was going to do the same for her. The interior light was on so I could see her clearly.
Best guess was that she was mid-fifties. In her prime she would have been a very attractive woman. But that was at least twenty five years ago. She was well past her sell-by date. Her face that had once been beautiful, was now, at best, only pretty.
She was wearing just a bra and panties. The bra was doing a good job holding her big breasts up, but I knew that when it was off, they would sag. Her small panties were a mistake, larger ones would have covered up some of her big stomach.
So what was I going to tell her? Was I going to let her down gently, and then walk away? No, I was going to tell her what I really thought about her, and then I was going to stay. Her body might not be perfect, but she was eager for sex, and I knew that she would enjoy it. That was enough for me, and my sex-starved cock.
When I said, “You’re just what I need. I want to fuck you,” she squealed with delight.
I got her bra off in record time, and if her large tits did sag, then I didn’t notice, because as soon as she was topless my mouth and fingers were on her.
“Suck harder.”
I did, and she gave a loud moan, so loud, that when I heard it, it sent a surge of excitement through my body.
She was now clawing at my trousers, trying to get my cock out. When was the last time that Becky had done that? I couldn’t remember.
We were like two teenagers that were doing it for the first time. I was frantically getting my trousers and boxers down, and she, after lowering her panties, was getting the condom ready.
As soon as my cock was free she was skilfully putting it on it. According to Jed, the man who I’d been talking to, this was one of the rules, and it was one that I was happy to obey.
He’d said, “Don’t be a fool, cover that tool.”
When it was on, she lay back on the seat, and then she opened her legs. Becky’s is always neatly trimmed, but hers was a jungle. For some reason, that I couldn’t explain, that made me want her even more.
“I want your nice cock to fuck my big pussy as hard as it can,” and then, when I started to enter her, she added, “Just imagine that I’m your Sister or your Mother.”
That was outrageous, it was something that Becky would never say, but it had excited me more than I thought was possible, so I was going to take her advice. I didn’t have a Sister, so it would have to be my Mother.
I was now pushing her legs high up so that I could get into her as deep as possible. She’d asked for a hard fuck and that was what she was getting. However, for me, in my mind, it was my Mother that was getting my cock, and not Sheila.
It wasn’t long before I started to spurt. When I did, I grunted loudly, but it was almost drowned out by her loud moaning.
“Fuck, I’m coming as well.”
She’d been noisy before, but now she was loud enough to wake the dead.
It had been wonderful, just what I had needed, and it was obvious that she had enjoyed it as well. If we were lovers, we’d cuddle, and bask in the afterglow of good sex. But we weren’t lovers, we were strangers that had just had sex at a Dogging site. It was time for me to leave.
While I drove home I was smiling. But when I saw the sign for Frampton Forest, it quickly disappeared. In five minutes I would be home, and there, waiting for me, was the woman that I loved, and I’d just betrayed her.
When I opened the door I was hoping that she’d gone to bed, but she hadn’t.
“I was starting to get worried. Any later and I was going to call you.”
Her concern was making me feel even more guilty, but I needed to stay calm. If I didn’t, then she might suspect something.
“The traffic was bad. But it was worth it. I got that new client.”
Her response to the good news was one that I normally like, a big hug. However, tonight, I wished that she hadn’t done it. I’d just had sex, would she smell Sheila on me? I was convinced that she would, and I was frantically trying to work out how I was going to explain it.
When she eventually released me, without saying anything, I was relieved. I’d got away with it. But her parting words were a wake-up call to me, telling me what I’d done had been stupid.
“I’m going to bed. Make sure that you have a shower before you join me. All that time in the car has made you sweaty.”
As soon as she’d left the room, I put my head in my hands, and then, under my breath, I said, “What have I done!”
It wasn’t driving in my air-conditioned car that had given me body odour, it was the physical exertion of fucking Sheila hard, that had.
I then vowed that I would never go Dogging again. And, to make it even firmer, I declared to myself that I would also never go anywhere near Dingle Dell. It was a nice town, with some historic monuments, but if I was to go there then I might be tempted to go back to the dogging site. It was better to stay away from it.
After two days of beating myself up about it, I decided to cut myself some slack. What I’d done had been wrong, but it wasn’t the crime of the century. Some perspective was needed. From now on, I wasn’t going to worry about it. In fact, I was going to pretend that it hadn’t happened.
However, a week later, when my balls were full again and Becky wasn’t willing to have sex, I started to think about that night, and what I’d been determined to forget. My time with Sheila.