My name is Anja Van Osterberg and my story begins some years ago when I moved to the UK from Germany. I have a pretty face with round glasses, dark hair, cut and shaped into a neat shoulder length bob, 5' 6" tall with a slim figure, and keep myself fit with regular yoga workouts, and look damn good in Lycra I have to say. My breasts are not large, at 32 C but are noticeably pert and almost pointed which I have always enjoyed being played with. Not that they, or I, had had much attention of late, as I just didn't have time for relationships, although I had had my fair share of boyfriends when I was younger, that could wait. I was 33 years old and still single sometime after a messy breakup and since had been concentrating on my career which was going well. I had moved just two weeks earlier to the UK to join an estate agents selling upper market homes and luxury apartments in the south of England and had been doing much the same job in Germany for a good ten years, but the market in the UK was much more lucrative, many people in Germany still preferring to rent, and I was lucky enough to get the job here.
I was allowed to organise my own day and mainly worked from home, planning viewings with clients as often as I could, but as the properties were quite exclusive I had to drive around a lot as they tended to be quite spread out. As I was so new to the country I was still getting my bearings when I was travelling home a little late one evening after a viewing a good hour away and it was nearly 9.30pm on a warm summer evening and I still hadn't sorted out my satnav for the UK and so had relied on my mobile which was now running out of battery, and I got completely lost. I drove around for another 45 minutes or so and I was getting a little desperate to pee. I sensed I wasn't too far from home but just could not recognise the road I was on, and I turned off by mistake to find myself on a much smaller road but to my sudden excitement I spotted in the fading light what looked like a public toilet next to a small carpark.
I turned in driving a little too fast in my desperation not to wet my knickers, or my expensive new skirt and tights. I stopped just next to the toilets and there was a small, printed map also outside evidently showing a number of country walks as it turned out to be a small nature reserve and walking area. I grabbed my handbag and got out in a hurry trotting as quickly as I could in my slight heals, cursing myself that I had forgotten to bring some softer shoes to drive in only to be faced with a door with iron bars covering the entrance to the ladies and a sign stuck on it reading 'Out of service'. I cursed again and walked around the small block and saw the gents was still open, but I really didn't fancy that, so I quickly dashed behind a small bush unable to wait any longer.
It was a little muddier that I realised, but I hung my handbag on the bush carefully and lifted up my skirt and with some awkwardness pulled down my tights and knickers. I was concerned that my pee would splash in the mud and get my clothes dirty so pulling up my skirt above my hips I stuck my bottom out behind me as far as I could in a most unladylike pose and started to pee as I hovered well above the muddy ground. I felt relieved and closed my eyes pleased to be finally emptying my bladder and was in full flow when I was suddenly almost completely illuminated by some bright car headlights on full beam as it pulled into the carpark.
I cursed loudly into the dim air and just prayed they would kill their lights before they saw me. I glanced briefly behind me and looked down at my pale bottom shining in the light coming through the thin shrub. I had just finished peeing when the lights at least dipped, and I puffed out my cheeks relieved that my ordeal was over now just as I heard a movement and the snapping of a twig behind me. I grabbed at my underwear and turned slightly to see a man standing not ten feet behind me slightly concealed by a tree and more hedgerow, although it was also thin enough for him to be equally illuminated by the dipped headlights.
I nearly jumped out of my skin as I pulled up my tights and panties roughly, simultaneously trying to lower my skirt as I noticed he was not moving but just gently smiling at me, his arm sort of waving back and forth slowly, and as I looked further down his frame he stepped a little further into the light and I realised he had his penis out in the open and was happily stroking it whilst looking at me. He was about 6 feet tall in a dark shirt, possibly in his 40s and I nearly screamed but when my mouth opened I couldn't speak as I was so shocked. Thankfully, he made no further movement towards me and as I wrestled with my clothing I glanced down at his penis. It seemed huge! I confess I forgot myself for a moment and stared a little as my eyes adjusted to the light until I was able to confirm that it was indeed circumcised and his great big, engorged head was bobbing up and down as he stroked it, pointing at me.
"That's disgusting!"
I said, finally managed to speak, although my voice was quiet and a little gravelly as my mouth suddenly seemed dry as a bone. He just continued to smile at me and masturbate openly as I managed to untangle my underwear and finally hide my nakedness as I wriggled my hips shimmying my skirt down with both hands.
"But you still looked, hey?"
He answered calmly, and his confidence threw me a little. I glanced down again at his penis. It really was big! I felt some confusion and a little shock of excitement shot through me, and I felt my cheeks blush with heat and was most thankful that he wouldn't be able to see my embarrassment in this light. I couldn't think of anything to counter him, so I just huffed loudly and turning, marched out from behind the bush with my nose in the air. I glanced across at the car with its lights on and noticed the inside light was on also and two youngish men were sat smoking and looking out at me. I wasn't sure what they were doing, but I actually felt a little relieved that I was not alone in the fading light with a man with a hard-on. I continued to my car and was just opening the door when I heard the man call out again.
"Miss, miss!"
"Oh, bugger off."
I said under my breath.
"Your bag miss!"
Shit! I had left my handbag on the bloody bush. They had my tissues in there, and I hadn't even had the chance to wipe myself. I turned to see him walking slowly towards me now out in the open holding up my bag slightly in front of him. As he walked towards me I stood with my car door open, my interior light illuminating him, and as he got close to me he just smiled again and held up my handbag to me revealing his stiff penis again poking straight out from his open flies. I took my bag and couldn't help myself as I looked down again at his penis that he seemed so proud of showing me. I paused a moment as I noted it was much bigger than any of my previous boyfriends and I felt a little flustered and was shaking from the adrenalin in all the excitement.
"Thank you."
I muttered as I lowered my head to the floor feeling slightly ashamed for staring and got into my car.
"You're welcome. And by the way, you have a beautiful arse!"
My God, he had seen me naked, well, at least a part of me, how humiliating! He must have watched me peeing out in the open. Dirty sod! I closed my door and quickly put on my seat belt brushing my hair away from my slightly sweaty forehead and as I drove off I turned and looked at him again and he was still standing their stroking his erect penis with a smirk on his face.
Part 2
I drove off and found the main road again, my mind racing with the speed of the car as I put my foot down with the window open a little and tried to cool down. Five minutes later I saw a sign for my village, and I breathed a sigh of relief as it read 9 miles. Nearly home.
I had a large glass of wine before I went to bed, and I inevitably thought through the evenings events. Maybe this carpark was a dogging area. I had heard of such places. I chuckled as I thought how odd it was I had stumbled upon this place. Then I shuddered as I thought back to my humiliating pose with my bare bottom stuck out behind me peeing into the dirt and I groaned aloud with embarrassment. Then I couldn't get the image of the man's penis out of my mind. It had alarmed me. Firstly because it was such a shock and then because I have to admit it was rather impressive. Events were still running through my mind as I got into bed, and I also thought back to my last boyfriend and calculated that it was close to 5 years ago that I had split up with Pieter. He was a very handsome man, my age, but he had left me for a younger woman. He had a lovely penis, and I had often enjoyed sucking him, something which he particularly loved too, and he also liked to splash his come over me which really turned us both on. I think having to dress and act so prim and proper at work added spice to sex like that, just getting covered in my boyfriend's spunk. I noticed my knickers were a bit wet when I changed for bed and I suddenly thought that maybe I had neglected my love life for too long, and I did have needs after all.
It had been quite a long day, and I slept well but had a long meandering dream. I was showing around a couple in a big house in the countryside and it was going well until I asked the man if he was interested enough to make an offer. As he turned to me his face morphed into the man at the public toilet just smiling gently at me as he asked.
"What sort of offer are you looking for?"
And as I looked down he was wanking his huge cock in front of me again and he put his hand on my shoulder and was trying to push me downwards obviously wanting me suck him off. The next thing I knew I was on my knees just staring at his cock from inches away and he's asking me over and over.
"How much do you need it?"
I finally gave in and started to suck his cock and just as I was starting to really enjoy it I looked up again to find I was in the window of the showroom at work and my boss, and my colleagues were gathered around watching me as my boss explains to them all.
"This is how you keep the buyers interested, watch and learn from a true professional."
As all my colleagues are nodding in agreement watching me sucking off a client in full view of the showroom window as people began to stop and watch me from outside. I woke up with a start with my thumb in my mouth! I looked at the clock and was alarmed that I had overslept a little. I rushed to get to my first appointment and managed to get through the entire day although my mind was still elsewhere. I tried to blot everything out and held out for two more days but on the third, coming back from a particularly successful appointment where I had just made my first confirmed sale I felt quite elated and suddenly recognised the road as the one close to the turn off to the carpark and I decided to have another look at the place in the light out of curiosity. It was a fair bit earlier in the day, just gone 7.00pm and still quite light and I saw the turn coming into view and took it with a sense of excitement. I pulled in near to the toilets again and there were about half a dozen cars dotted about and I decided to take a wonder. There was a van selling snacks and drinks on the other side, so I went and bought a hot dog and coffee and just wandered around a little. The whole carpark was surrounded by trees and there was a grassy path leading off to the countryside on one side just next to the toilets at the back. I saw a couple of people coming back from their walk and get into their cars and take off as I sat back in my own and drank my coffee and then nodded off feeling relaxed. I woke up nearly an hour later and rubbed my eyes as I glanced around. The van had gone and so had most of the cars, all except two which were fairly close to mine. I noticed a man on his own sitting in his car on my right looking over at me. He had glasses and a trilby hat, and he looked quite inquisitive, glancing over and then quickly looking the other way. I lit a cigarette and opened the window trying to wake up a bit.
He suddenly opened his door, stretched his arms a moment and then looked over to me and started to wander over. He smiled and looked down at me as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and said.
"Good evening, Miss. Do you have a light please?"
"Oh, yes, sure."
He sounded fairly well to do, and I picked up my lighter and flicked it, holding out the flame to him cupping it with my hand. He put his hand around mine, touching me gently and lent in lighting the cigarette as we glanced at each other. He looked about late 50s at least, dressed in quite an old looking tweed suit and tie. He took a long drag and blew it out as he just bent his knees slightly and then straightened himself up again as he looked back at me and said.
"Gosh, you get quite stiff driving in this heat."
