When I’d got into the car with her I’d been nervous. It was a risky thing to do, perhaps even dangerous, but that had just made it even more exciting. She was no spring chicken, but she was eager for cock, and that for me, was a big turn on.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
I’d been daydreaming and Becky had noticed.
“Just work stuff, not worth a penny.”
“When you’ve finished I have a job for you.”
Hopefully, that job would be to fuck her senseless. But I wasn’t that lucky. Instead it would be some menial task, and one that I really didn’t want to do. There was no point in putting it off, I might as well do it and get it out of the way.
“I’m ready. What is it that you want me to do?”
I was now in the car, on my way to pick up a parcel for her. I was happy to do it, I just wish that the address that I was going to wasn’t in Dingle Dell. I’d asked if it could be done tomorrow, during daylight hours, but it had to be done today even though it was ten o’clock in the evening.
When I saw the sign for Dingle Dell I got butterflies in my stomach. That was silly, I was only going there so that I could pick up something for Becky. I’ll admit that the Dogging site was a temptation, but I was strong enough to ignore it.
The address was easy to find, and I wasn’t there long. The parcel was small so I just put it on the passenger seat. So far so good, now all I needed to do was to go home.
And I would have, if my balls had been empty. But they weren’t, and they weren’t just full, they were overflowing. All I could think about was Sheila’s hot wet pussy, and how good it had felt when my cock was deep up it. I tried to fight it, but it was a battle that I was never going to win.
This time there were no wrong turns and dead ends because I knew exactly where the Dogging site was. Five minutes after collecting the parcel I was driving down the narrow lane leading to it.
Sheila couldn’t hold a candle to Becky, but that didn’t matter. Her willingness to be fucked, compensated for all her many flaws. I was as eager to see her as I would be if she was a young porn star.
I parked in the same place as last time because I was a ‘Walker’. That was the name given to Doggers that wanted to meet people that had a car. They parked further down the lane, where Sheila had been.
It was a short walk to that place, and this time it was busy. There were three cars in the clearing. Which one was Sheila’s? Then I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hadn’t considered the possibility that she might not be here.
“I thought you’d be back.”
It was Jed, the unofficial gatekeeper to the Dogging site. Even though that I now knew that he was a nice man, and that he wasn’t going to harm me, his immense size still made me feel uncomfortable.
“Is Sheila here?”
He shook his head, and then he said, “She was, but after she’d been fucked for the second time she called it a day.”
One would have been more than enough for Becky.
“You should meet Roxy. I’ll see if she’s interested.”
Before I could reply, he was walking towards her car. But that didn’t matter because I wanted to go to her.
When he returned he was smiling, so it must be a yes.
“Put this on.”
When he handed it to me I held it up so that I could have a good look at it.
“You must be joking.”
When he shook his head, his face was serious, not even the flicker of a smile. So I was supposed to wear it, but why? Before I could ask I got an answer.
“She says that it’s to ensure that the sex is anonymous. And that’s for both of you because she will also be wearing a mask. But I think that she really does it because it turns her on.”
As I walked towards her car I hoped that none of the other Doggers could see me. I knew that if they did, they would laugh at me because the mask made me look silly. When the door was opened she greeted me with, “Hello Bart.”
My response was, “Hello Marge.”
With Sheila, the interior light had been on, but now, with Roxy, it was off. There was some light coming in from the other two cars, but it was still quite dark. The low light made it feel intimate, like two lovers sharing a candle lit meal. But we weren’t lovers, and there was no meal. We were strangers, and we were going to fuck.
She seemed to be nervous, so I took the initiative by placing my hand on her breast. It was a nice size, and quite firm. Sheila had been in her underwear, but Roxy was fully clothed. As my hand explored her mound, my cock started to grow. When I found her nipple, she uttered a low moan.
In a low voice, that was almost a whisper, she said, “Please will you undress me?”
So she had good manners, and her clothes were stylish. It was obvious that she was a lady, so why was she Dogging? Then I almost laughed. I regarded myself as a gentleman, but I was also Dogging. The explanation was simple. Like me, she wanted some excitement in her life, and fucking a stranger, while wearing a silly mask, was going to give her that.
I’d struggled with the buttons on her blouse, but it was now off. Her bra was lacy, like the ones that Becky wears. But this wasn’t the time to be thinking about her. I needed to push such thoughts to the back of my mind. I knew that afterwards I would feel guilty, but that was for later on.