It was a lovely day for a walk in the woods, thought Jane Allen as she stopped her Ford outside the entrance to the park. Locking the car she put her small backpack on her shoulders and set off along one of the walking tracks. Dressed in grey slacks and a powder blue twin set that looked good with her shoulder length blond hair, Jane certainly didn't look like a woman in the wilderness, but her white trainers were good enough for a walk along the well-maintained path.
Jane worked as a PA for a publishing company and while the job paid well, the office atmosphere was on the claustrophobic side. Her boss was a great believer in high morals so much so that Jane often thought the Good Lord might have been a little too loose for him. Jane had her standards and kept to them, but every so often she just needed to get away and do something naughty. This was one of those days and she had a regular little game to play.
As she walked along she could feel the pressure in her bladder building. She had been drinking a lot of water during the day and had not been to the toilet since waking up this morning. Jane savoured the delicious feel of the discomfort she was experiencing, trying to put off the inevitable for as long as she could. She was so engrossed in her thoughts and anticipation that she failed to notice the two figures walking along some distance behind her.
About half an hour later Jane reached the point where she could wait no longer. Moving off the path she walked some yards into the bush to where she couldn't be seen. She stopped in a small clearing, removed her backpack and placed it on a rock. Then she pulled down her slacks and knickers before squatting down. This was the delicious feeling she was searching for, the thrill of doing something so utterly dirty that it would send her boss into a purple fit if he ever found out. Her urine came in a trickle at first then a powerful stream and the mere act of relieving herself caused her to climax. When she had finished urinating she continued to squat, rubbing her clit to a series of further orgasms. She had discovered her little game when she had an urgent need to visit the ladies while walking one afternoon. With no public toilet in sight she was forced to move off the path into the woods. In answering the call of nature Jane was stunned when she experienced an intense and entirely unexpected orgasm. That event started a regular little game that always ended in a visit into the woods.
She stood and pulled up her pants, but just as she was about to reach for her pack a male voice caused her to freeze. 'Well, if it isn't Miss Jane Allen. What a naughty girl you are.'
Jane spun around to see the smiling, or was it smirking face of Chuck Stevens and standing beside him was his wife Stella, both of whom were work colleagues. 'Wouldn't our boss have loved to witness that little exhibition?'
Feeling her face turn scarlet, Jane stammered, 'I was walking and I just needed to go to the toilet.'
'Yeah, and fingering yourself was just an added extra. Anyway, if there's any confusion Stella has the whole performance on video.' Jane looked with horror at the small digital video camera in the woman's hand. 'If the boss got a look at that you'd be out on your ear.'
'You wouldn't. What I do in my own time is my business.' She tried to sound forceful, but she knew Chuck was absolutely correct. Her behaviour would never be tolerated. 'Come on guys. Have a heart. Can't we come to some sort of compromise?'
Chuck and Stella looked at each other and smiled. 'Well,' said Stella, a short brunette with what Jane always considered overly large breasts, 'if you were to do something that we tell you, Chuck and I might be persuaded to keep quiet.'
'What sort of thing?' asked Jane suspiciously.
'You do what we say and we forget what we saw.'
'What would I have to do? I don't want to get hurt.' Jane was a scared. But also a little intrigued. Stella's words suggested that the couple weren't perfect either. There might be a way out. At least she could listen to what they had to say.
Chuck spoke, 'I promise you won't be hurt and if you don't want to do anything you can always walk away. We won't stop you, but if you do we can't guarantee the boss won't see the tape.' He was about six feet tall and quite thin with glasses that gave him a rather bookish look. Both he and Stella were dressed in matching dark blue tracksuits.
Jane thought she had precious little choice. 'Okay, what do you want me to do?'
'Not sure yet,' replied Stella. 'Let's go for a walk and see what we can find.' She looked hard at Jane. 'We already know you like things a little dirty, so we'll find some stuff like that. Cheer up,' she laughed, 'you might even enjoy it. Now you need to get ready. No underwear, so the bra and panties will have to go. You can keep the cardigan, but the twinset sweater goes, too. There's no need to be shy, we've already seen most of what you have'
Jane knew that if she wanted to keep her job she would have to endure whatever the couple had in mind. Quickly, she removed her cardigan and then the sweater and bra. After she had put the cardigan back on and buttoned it up, she lowered the slacks and panties. The knickers went with the blue sweater and bra back into her pack and the pants went back on. Then Stella picked up the pack and they walked back onto the track. It felt strange to be walking without underwear. Her pubic hair rubbed against the fabric of the pants and her breasts jiggled under the woollen cardigan. The sensation was not at all unpleasant. Perhaps this would not be as bad as she thought.
After some minutes the trio came to a grassed area. On its edge was a bench where a middle-aged man was sitting. He was wearing clothes that had seen better days and at a distance he had the look of a vagrant.
Chuck pointed to him. 'Go over there and exposure your breasts to him and then ask him if he would like you to rub your tits over his prick to make him cum, and remember to be polite.'
Jane thought of protesting, but realized there was no point. She took a deep breath and walked over to the seat. She could hardly believe she was going to do this. 'Excuse me, sir. I was wondering if you would like to look at my breasts?'
The vagrant's eyes shot open, 'What did you say?'
Jane was more confident, 'I said would you like to look at my breasts?'
The man was genuinely surprised. 'Why would you do that?'
'Because I feel like it and I think you would like to see them. You would, wouldn't you?'
He nodded. Jane took a deep breath and slowly unbuttoned her cardigan. When she had unfastened the final button she held the garment open allowing the man an unrestricted view of her breasts. They were not overly large, but they were ripe and firm, standing out proudly from her chest. His eyes opened wide at the sight and he leaned forward to get a closer view. 'Do you like them?' Jane asked. All he could do was nod.
