My name is Harriet and I have a secret, I love showing off my body. I was a very early developer and often about 6 inches taller than all my friends. I became very self-conscious about my ungainly figure, especially among the boys, who all used to stare at me being the first to grow breasts. I was a very academic student, well spoken, and generally what you would call a good girl, expected to go on and do well at a top University.
I turned 18 years old that summer and had been seeing John who was much older than me at 52 for a while and he was teaching me the joys of sex and always encouraging me to do naughtier things. He could be very persuasive and I was a happy pupil! He had told me about dogging, and had been trying to persuade me to try it out. Eventually I was intrigued enough to go along and see what it was all about.
We set off in John's car driving out to goodness knows where. John said it wasn't that far, about half an hour's drive or so. We talked about things that went on as we drove as evidently John had been around to various places on a number of occasions but usually only wanked off usually watching a couple getting it on in another car. One reassuring thing he mentioned was that there were some unwritten rules; namely that if a person no longer wanted to participate any one else had to just walk away, and secondly, absolutely no cameras.
I was really nervous but have to admit actually very disappointed when we pulled into a clearing which evidently served as a small car park by a wooded area popular with dog walkers and hikers, but it was quite empty, and I had imagined there would be some mad party going on somewhere. We just sat there for a little while and John said as it was still quite early maybe some others may turn up later, although it was still just gone ten o'clock. John had brought some beers and so we had a drink and he kissed me now and then keeping my engine warm as he put it. I had no idea what to expect really and half thought that maybe he had made it up just as an exciting adventure and just wanted to bring me somewhere else to have his way with me.
We had been there about 20 minutes when suddenly we were illuminated mid-snog by headlights from another car. We both looked up as the car drove passed us slowly and we saw a very ordinary middle-aged man in glasses look at us as he went passed and reversed his car into the unmarked space about 20 feet away on my side of the car. He looked across briefly and turned away when we looked in his direction. John still had one arm around me though we had stopped kissing. I took another swig of beer and realised I really needed to pee which I mentioned to John. John just looked at me and said,
"Well open the door and go for a pee then." He said.
Then he looked at me and just smiled.
"I can't do that." I said.
He leant into me and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"Really?" he said.
"No." I replied.
He continued to snog me and I returned his kiss for a while enjoying it. Then John said,
"He's out of the car." Said John.
I turned round to see the man just shutting his car door and stand surreptitiously looking in our direction as he lit a cigarette. He started to walk towards us pretending not to look anywhere at all really although it was fairly obvious he was looking at us out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over directly at me for a second and looked at me more in surprise than anything, probably alerted by how young I looked, and then as if he became aware of himself again he quickly put his cigarette to his mouth and carried on walking looking a bit nervous. It was still summer and so quite warm still but there were no lights about although there was a healthy glow from the moon and the stars. He continued walking past the front of our car, his head craned for as long as possible looking at us.
"He's just trying to get a better look at you." Said John.
He carried on walking very slowly, just dawdling around the car park, kicking at the stones on the floor occasionally and smoking his cigarette, throwing the odd glance back at us.
"Would you like to do something Harriet?" asked John.
"I'm not sure, like what?" I replied.
"Oh just fool around a little, maybe give him a little thrill?" He suggested.
"Are you sure it's ok?" I asked.
"That guy knows what goes on here, he's ok." John said reassuringly.
He brushed his hand through my hair and onto my shoulder and then ran it briefly down over my breasts.
"We've come a long way, you could see if you like it." John said persuasively again.
I thought for a moment, taking another long swig from my beer.
The man was quite a way away now, a good 50 feet or so, and I was pretty desperate to pee.
"He's far enough away now for me to have a pee at least." I said.
"Ok go for it." said John.
I glanced up at the man in the car park and opened the car door, this of course made the light come on and I saw him look round almost instantly but he was still standing still. I got out of the car and quickly squatted down by the door hauling up my skirt and pulled my knickers aside letting go a firm stream of piss. I looked up at John illuminated in the interior light and he was looking down at me pissing in the car park and smiling, and he gave me a cheeky wink. I smiled back wryly and asked.
"Where is he?" I asked.
John looked over to the man who must have seen him looking now and turned back to me saying.
"It's ok, he's still a long way from here but he's walking back this way slowly."
At last I finished peeing and I climbed back into the seat, but John stopped me shutting the door completely which left the light on in the car. He leant towards me and snogged me with some passion which took me back for a moment, his tongue invaded my mouth and I started to relax and feel a little horny as I realised the man would be able to see all this quite clearly. I looked up from our kiss to see the man heading straight back towards us only about 20 feet away, but I reached back and pulled the car door shut as I didn't want him to get any ideas.
"You ok?" asked John softly.
"Uh huh."
