My husband Andy and I first learned of an activity known in the UK as “dogging” from an article in a popular Sunday tabloid newspaper. This pursuit, as we found out, usually takes place in remote secluded locations, mostly after dark and involving exhibitionist minded couples who actively seek out voyeurs to watch or even join in their public sex displays.
I must admit to being more than a little apprehensive when Andy suggested we actually try dogging. We had looked at various sites on the internet and I must confess I found reading the personal experiences of couples and the people they meet more than a little exciting.
Eventually I agreed that we should try it. Andy said he had found somewhere not too far away from us but far enough not to be recognised. On the Saturday evening in question I dressed carefully in a red blouse and a short brown leather skirt. Under it I wore a red bra and thong panties with matching suspenders and black stockings. Andy decided we would go for a drink first to relax me and calm my frazzled nerves.
At last it was time to go and leave the safety of the pub for our adventure. My stomach was all knotted up with nerves but I was wildly excited at the same time. In due course we arrived at a car park which was deserted except for one car near the entrance. It was a warm and pleasant night and quite dark except for the reflection of street lights in the distance. Once parked I reclined my seat a little and tried to relax. I was aware of a car drawing up next to my side of the car and a few feet away. It had arrived with no lights and looking up I saw that it was the same one that had been parked by the entrance. Andy leaned over and put his arm around me and said that he thought this looked a possibility.
Glancing to my left I could see nothing of the driver but as I looked he turned on his interior light. I was surprised; he was probably late 20s and quite nice looking. Andy whispered to me what did I think and I replied that he seemed ok. That seemed to be the signal for my husband to quickly open the buttons of my blouse and push it back so that my restrained breasts were revealed to our watcher. I felt Andy release the catch at the back of my bra. Just then the door of the other car opened and he got out looking carefully around him. He was slim and about average height wearing jeans and a dark shirt. He moved forwards and then walked back on a path which would bring him closer to my window. Andy by now had pushed up my bra so that by boobs were fully on display to this stranger. I felt as nervous as hell as he walked slowly past looking in my window. He stopped when he got past the car and then slowly moved back down to stand just out of my line of sight but where he could see Andy caressing my breasts. I closed my eyes and decided to go along with it. Andy moved my skirt up and allowed the stranger to see my legs and thighs in stockings before pushing my skirt right up to show my thong and barely concealed pussy. I was wet with excitement now and was relieved when Andy slipped the thong off throwing it on the back seat. I glanced to my left and our watcher opened his zip and pulled out his semi hard cock. Even semi hard it looked pretty big. He gazed in at my body slowly playing with it until it was rock hard.