This is the point in our journey where my life becomes a little complicated.
I've promised myself to write about every prominent guy that featured along the way.
There were other, minor entanglements that I won't go into here.
It so happened that during the time I was seeing Mike, someone else came along.
I ended up with three eager guy's vying for my affections.
Unfortunately, not all at the same time.
I will be writing about this other man in coming chapters, however for now....back to Mike, the friendly gamekeeper.
It was now early july, the warm nights proving very good for our naughty late night activities.
I'd begun wearing nothing under my leather jacket, the feel of the soft material against my bare boobs....quite stimulating.
Mike had settled down with us, staying for round two in the undergrowth, amid the special background chorus of doggers.
Things were going just perfect.
We'd told Dave about our new friend.
He was happy for us and loved hearing about our exploits.
I must say, it was rather exciting revealing what we'd been doing, to my ex boyfriend.
Despite knowing that Dave was devoted to Becky part of me lived in hope.
I could still see that desire in his eye's....for the way things were.
I'd have him back in a heartbeat.
Anyway, this particular night, we'd arrived at the dogging site around 11.30.
The largest group yet, was gathered, enjoying life to the full.
Mike had arrived before us and was particularly eager to see me this night.
We got down to it right away with a very passionate kiss and lots of fondling....all while hubby looked on.
I was in the process of pulling out Mike's stiffy from his trousers when suddenly he broke our kiss and said rather abruptly, "Wait."
Looking up at him in the gloom I could see that he was staring straight out across the fields beyond the car park, towards the main road.
Following his gaze, all I could see at first was foliage, but by carefully moving a branch with my hand I observed several cars travelling at speed along this main road.
I knew instantly something wasn't right.
The main road is itself just a minor 'b' road, with the nature reserve lane leading onto it.
I'd never seen that level of traffic before, this late at night.
I see the lookout, he has binoculars and hastily uses them...a second later he holds up his hand high in the air and shouts to the cavorting crowd, "Wow....hey...somethi....."
His word just stops halfway, a brief pause, then as I watch the cars one after another quickly turn in to the lane...
"Cops!"
On this shouted, panic stricken word...chaos ensues.
And once again I find myself in a light hearted mood at the most inappropriate moment, but you had to be there to appreciate what I mean.
The groups of men surrounding each woman immediately scatter, some even going headlong to the ground having not pulled their trousers up properly.
The women, left briefly in compromising positions, seemingly in a daze, take longer to react.
Just imagine it yourself, immersed in all that wonderful sensual stimulation, then all of a sudden its gone.
It is a comical scene and I do giggle a little, fortunately this goes unnoticed by the two boys, who are focussed intently upon the rapidly approaching police convoy.
We can hear the engines roar now, and the bright blue lights hurt my eyes, having gotten used to the dark.
They are almost at the car park.
What awakes us from our trance like observation is the fact that several of the fleeing men are heading straight for us, running at full pelt towards the boundary fence.
It appears that in the panic, some have decided to not risk being breathalysed or tested for drugs, and have decided to abandon their vehicles, at least for this night.
It's Mike who now, quickly takes charge of the situation.
He turns to me and says, "Quick.....follow me."
Then heads off back past me into the dark woods beyond.
I quickly follow with John bringing up the rear.
Back through the woods we go, trying to keep pace with Mike who's long fluid strides are making it difficult.
We haven't gone far before shouts and the screech of a woman can be heard back in the car park.
Tyres skidding on loose gravel, car doors banging....and the much more worrying sound of the boundary fence taking rough treatment as its climbed over.
What if the police mistake us for doggers?
And what about our car?
It is parked in a passing place down a separate country lane so should be ok.
But when your panicking the mind runs riot.
Deeper into the woodland we go, barely keeping up with Mike.
We appear to be on a trail, albeit a narrow one, the undergrowth and shrubbery of summer encroaching.
I'm so glad I have boots and a jacket on to protect against scratching branches and stinging nettles.
Noises again from behind us, sound of someone running through thick undergrowth close by.
They pass off to our left, it must have been one of the doggers because they don't bother us.
We keep up our fast pace and soon leave the commotion behind.
Presently the narrow trail leads onto a broader, more defined path.
In the distance I see light, and a structure.
A large clearing in the woodland reveals a small white cottage....we appear to have arrived at Mike's home.
Getting closer, there is a low fence surrounding the property, a grassed garden area with flower beds etc.
Mike opens a gate in the fence and beckons us to follow him.
Walking up to the cottage I pause next to a land rover car parked on a gravel driveway.
I'm a little out of breath what with all the excitement and our fast pace.
Looking around I take in my surroundings.
The area before me is dimly lit by a lamp high up on the buildings wall, but even in the low light I can see this place is beautiful, a picture postcard country cottage.
As Mike unlocks his front door I'm joined by John who too, is in awe at what he's seeing, "Wow."
His simple comment is what I'm thinking, wow indeed....oh to live here.
Just then my thoughts are interrupted by Mike's voice, "Here...come on you two...inside."
We follow him inside, copying our host by removing footwear.
Mike closes the door behind us and turns the light on.
Looking around we find ourselves in a large kitchen, an old fashioned wood burning range stands against the far wall.
But I don't have time to admire the surroundings as my attention is diverted by Mike, who's staring at
me, an admiring grin forming on his face.
With the light on, we now have our first good look at each other.
Which is a strange situation indeed.
Standing before me is a man who I've been intimate with several times, but this is the first time I've seen him properly as in the past we have always met up in darkness.
