"Pip...pip?...hey!", A loud voice cutting through... interrupting my day dream.
Coming to, looking up from the mundane task that had led my mind to wander so far....marking down prices on 'close to date' food items.
Rita, was in the process of breezing past, she's stopped feet away staring back at me quizzically, "Bloody hell you were miles away....good weekend was it?"
The question is accompanied by a cheeky, suggestive grin.
Rita....my new friend here at the store.
A newcomer, she started a few weeks previously.
I had her down as an oddball initially, very quiet, shy and withdrawn.
Most of the others didn't bother with her much, but I had made an effort to get to know her.
Instinctively knowing it would be worth it.
She'd come out of her shell with me and we'd just clicked, like I'd known her for years.
A plain looking woman in her mid fifties, overweight and dowdy.
She had developed the crazy idea that I, although openly shy and quiet like herself, led this wild double life full of debauchery away from the work scene.
All in jest of course, but it's strange how some folk seem to have a sixth sense.
I began to grin back then winked, "You know it."
She shakes her head in mocking disapproval, then says, "C'mon then duty calls we're needed on the tills....rush on...and you may get to actually see him rather than daydream about him."
She aims a raised eyebrows grin at me before resuming walking down the aisle.
She was talking about a guy who often visited the store, that we both fancied.
Very young, about 20, tall and slim, dark hair and almond eyes, very....very handsome...boyish good looks.
I quite fancied having a go with a young one and I'd aimed a few well timed, meaningful looks his way while handing over the change after serving him.
So far all it had earned me was admiration from Rita, who'd witnessed how I'd gazed up at him from her nearby till.
She said I was braver than her, giving him 'the look' like that.
Oh, and a nervous, blushing reaction from the young man himself.
Which only encouraged me, it was clear he was shy and probably inexperienced too....a combination I found very enticing.
However, despite Rita's powers of perception, she had gotten the subject of my daydreaming incorrect.
At that point in time Rita knew nothing of my secret private life.
What I really got up to behind closed doors.
She was however, to become an important part of our journey, and a very good friend too.
But at that stage we were just work mates.
No, she had got it wrong.
I hadn't been thinking about the handsome young man.
I'd wandered back to the start of the weekend 3 days ago....back to friday night...
That night had been a revelation.
Never before had I witnessed such an erotic, raw display of animal passion up close and personal.
So, still fresh in my mind on that monday morning, I'd been indulging in this recent memory....
After John brought me to a leg shaking, toe curling climax whilst on my knees, staring at the young lady being used by all those men, we pulled our bottom half clothing back on and continued watching the special private show.
For the next hour the two women were given no respite.
It really was one after another.
As soon as one guy finished, he was quickly replaced.
Until all had had a turn, then some went again! Having become excited once more while watching.
This was true of myself and John too.
It was so erotic to observe that we both quickly became aroused again....as a result I gratefully received another pulsing load, deep inside, doggy style.
It's difficult to keep quiet during climax, I'm normally quite vocal so it was unnatural to keep it all in, it's hard to be careful when your falling apart... believe me.
The second time I had to clasp a hand over my mouth to muffle a wayward scream.
But nobody heard.
All too busy... with each other.
While observing, I did notice that the men were of a wide variety.
White, black, some asian.
Different ages too, and sizes.
All tastes catered for.
I counted 11 guys, 6 in the group nearest us, 5 gathered around the car lady.
The two women were white, the one nearest us quite young.
I did get a closer look at the lady in the car group near the end, as they dispersed.
She was older, about my age, slim with long dark hair.
What we witnessed that night was simply too good to be true, and yet, it was.
We had seen everything with our own eyes.
I just couldn't believe our luck in finding such a thing so close to home.
If it hadn't have been for John, coming across it by accident, we'd never have known of its existence so close to us.
Looking at the site on google maps later that weekend we could see that as the crow flies it was only 12 miles from our house.
The site itself, a secluded car park, did indeed belong to a nature reserve.
This was reached by a long narrow lane about half mile in length, the lane fed out onto an isolated B road which connected several scattered villages.
Upon its discovery the week previous, John had done some checking on the dogging site.
A little research before I knew of his secret.
Looking at the location on maps, then searching for dogging sites connected to that area.
There was none.
So, this was probably a new site.
We had been back on the next night, saturday, and sunday but nobody was there.
It appeared this only happened on friday nights.
We were only aware of it happening twice.
And so, as I settled into the till chair and logged in that monday morning....I couldn't help but feel anxious at the possibility.
What if it had been just a brief random event?
Perhaps they might not be there that coming friday?
So excited at what we'd discovered I found myself fretting at the thought of losing it.
And with a week to go....
However, I was not to worry.
My stressful week proved to be in vain.
Although one of the longest weeks of my life, friday did eventually come around.
And with it, the most exquisite anticipation.
This time the weather was better, warmer and no breeze.
I wore a skirt, a short one. Underneath that a pair of black patterned stockings....to hell with the rough woodland, I had boots on so what? I needed to feel the part...that's important.
My top half i just had a jumper and jacket, no bra or t shirt.
John couldn't get to my boobs the last time and we both missed that.
We set off at the same time as before, that wonderful feeling of mischievous excitement filled us both.
We were like two giddy teenagers.
Parking up at the same spot, getting out and walking down the lane hand in hand.
The night sky clear, a million stars visible.
The lack of any wind added a new dimension, everything so quiet and still, a little eerie actually, especially on entering the wood.
And just before we did enter it, I saw someone.... perhaps.
Walking up the incline a hedgerow to our right, I happened to look over to my left across the field to another hedgerow about a hundred yards away.
There were small regular gaps in this and it was through one of these that I saw a tall dark figure pass by, walking swiftly up towards the same wood we were headed for.
Immediately stopping and pulling back on John's hand, pointing and telling him what I'd seen.
Looking further up the hedgerow, its next gap was roughly 20 yards along.
We stood in silence watching it, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.
No figure appeared.
Standing there, staring into the dark for a good minute but nobody was to be seen.
John put it down to nerves on my part or perhaps it was a straggler on his way to join the party?
The sighting was dismissed and we continued on into the wood.
However, there was another possibility as to what or rather who I could have seen.
A more obvious one, seen as we were on private land.
But in our excitement we failed to take this into account.
As it turned out, the lack of wind and subsequent background noise did prove both blessing and curse.
And I thought last weeks progress through the wood was loud!
We could hear them as soon as we entered, jeers, clapping, a loud feminine moaning.
Although we could hear them better, they would be able to hear us better too.
So our progress toward the car park had to be done carefully, irritatingly slow.
It was painful to be able to hear but not see.
Eventually the mobile phone lights could be seen through trees and shrubs.
Figures came into view, at first stick like, with no features.
Reminding me of people in a Lowry painting....and a song we used to sing a corrupted version of as kids many moons ago....'He painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs....he painted a couple on the corner of the street they were having a snog...'
Closer we creep, so careful.
Until...
Finally in view.
There are four cars in the car park.
Three parked close together, one off on its own at the far side away from us.
It's this car, a big 4x4 that a large group of men is gathered around.
There's only one group this time, could it be that one lucky girl has them all to herself?
There looks to be about the same number of men as last time.
Oh my god....that ratio makes my head spin....all those guys on one girl!
The problem is that we are going to have to get to another vantage point as they are gathered around the open boot of the car which is facing away from us.
It's this manoeuvre that takes up a lot of time.
Laborious and slow progress to avoid making excessive noise.
But, once achieved it's worth it.
