Meeting that young man, the one who looked so much like my Son, had been a bad idea. When we’d fucked, I’d even made it worse, by pretending that he was David. The consequence of that fateful encounter was that I now wanted him for real!
Two days later, probably because he was staying with us, my feelings towards him were even stronger. When he’s close to me, or he gives me a nice smile, my heart beats faster. I’m like a teenager that’s in love for the first time. I don’t want to feel like this. I have to make it stop before I do something stupid. But that was easier said than done.
When it got to the weekend it was almost too much for me. I needed to do something about it. If I didn’t, then I was going to go mad.
Ignoring it wasn’t an option, so there were only two things that I could do to sort this out. One of them was for me to seduce my Son. I desperately wanted to do that, but it was a step too far for me. And if I tried, and he rejected me, then I’d be humiliated. It would have to be the other option. I was going to go back to the woods and fuck Alex, the young man that looked like my Son. And I would keep on doing it until I’d got the obsession with David out of my system. Eventually, everything would be back to normal, and I might even look back on this time and find it funny. I hope so, because now, it was a long way from being humorous.
That’s why, on Monday night, I was on my way to the Dogging site that was in the woods. I’d told Oliver that I was going out with Rachel, and he’d taken me at my word. But my friend wasn’t with me, I was alone. She’d wanted to come, but she wasn’t feeling well.
“I could do with a good fuck, but the lucky man that gets to stick his cock deep up my little pussy is not going to be happy if I puke on him.”
Despite what you might think, most Doggers are decent people. They meet like-minded men and women, have sex, and then go home. However, you occasionally get a bad apple. Somebody that doesn’t respect boundaries, or is even violent. It’s rare for that to happen, but you should always be cautious. That’s why I normally go Dogging with one of my friends. If one of us is in trouble, then the other one can help. Tonight, because the urge to fuck was so strong, I was being reckless. I was breaking one of my rules, and it was an important one, but hopefully, it’s not going to turn out to be a bad decision.
Five minutes after parking I was beginning to think that coming here on my own was a mistake.
I’d watched him approach the car and he’d looked harmless, but when I wound the window down he showed his true colours.
After quickly reaching in and grabbing my hand tightly, he told me what he was going to do to me. None of it I would like. It wouldn’t just be uncomfortable it would be painful. I was scared but I wasn’t going to let him know that.
In a low voice, but one that was full of menace, I said, “Yes we could do that,” and then I paused for dramatic effect, before adding, “Or I could just kill you and eat your liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”
That spooked him, but he didn’t release my hand. But when I locked eyes with him, and then I grinned, he did.
After shaking his head, and then saying, “You’re one crazy motherfucker,” he left.
It had worked, but it was all bluster. I wasn’t an aggressive person, but he didn’t know that. And even if I was capable of killing him I wouldn’t have done it, because I don’t like liver!
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. The sensible thing to do was to go home, but if I did, then I knew that I would have to come back here tomorrow night. Having my Son was an itch that I needed to scratch. That wasn’t possible, but the next best thing was Alex. Without any logic to it, I just knew that he would be here tonight. We would fuck, and it would be wonderful, and then I’d tell him that I wanted more than that. I wanted a relationship. I wanted to be able to see him whenever I wanted to. And I wasn’t prepared to take no for an answer. I was willing to beg, to offer him money, and to even let him do things to me that other women say no to.
It only took me a few minutes to get over that crazy person. I was now back to being myself, a confident woman. However, when I saw another man coming towards the car, I’ll admit to some butterflies in my stomach.
He was wearing a hoodie and his head was down, but I could see enough of him to know that it was Alex. When he got close to the car I opened the door. He quickly got in. I then reached up to turn the light on, and then I looked at him.
I couldn’t believe my eyes, and he was as shocked as I was. I’d got more than I’d expected. I’d come to the woods to meet Alex, a substitute for my Son, but I’d got the real thing!
We were just looking at each other, trying to think of something to say. But what do you say in a situation like this?