John knew Debbie was tipsy by her behaviour. They'd been given tickets to attend an evening ball, an awards ceremony that had been held in the town where they lived. Debbie had been enjoying the glasses of champagne being bought around by various waiters, and John realised Debbie was getting bored when she pulled the front of her dress down and flashed a nipple at him across their table.
She laughed, and turning around John saw that a man sitting on the table behind him had seen her do so, albeit a quick flash he'd looked over just at the right time. Debbie reached out a foot under the table, and letting her shoe fall off her foot, stroked her nylon-clad foot across John's crotch.
"Can we go yet?" she giggled across the table.
"It finishes in about thirty minutes, you'll have to be patient," John replied.
"Well okay, fetch my shoe from under the table for me then please?" she replied.
John moved his chair and bent down, to see Debbie's legs wide and her hand straying between them. Even from under the table, he heard her moan. He got back up and handed her shoe back, grinning as he did so.
"He's frowning now, you blocked his view," Debbie laughed.
John turned again to see the man laughing at their antics, putting a thumb up to John. As the evening ended and John and Debbie left, she turned and put something in John's hand.
"Let's walk home, we can shortcut through the park," Debbie told him.
John looked down to see Debbie's freshly discarded knickers in his hand, still warm from where she'd been wearing them, the gusset damp. He looked up towards Debbie, who had started to walk down the road. They hadn't driven because of knowing they'd be drinking, but knowing how Debbie hated walking too far in heels, he was surprised she didn't want to get a taxi home, especially after the last time (see part 2).
It would take them around forty minutes to get back home, avoiding the park would add another twenty minutes or so. He saw Debbie fumbling with her clothes, then she turned and triumphantly showed him she'd removed her front-fastening bra. Stuffing the bra into her handbag, she undid her top buttons and flashed her 34C tits at John, walking backwards as she left them out.
Laughing as she realised there was someone on the other side of the road who hadn't noticed, too busy staring into his phone, she turned and pulled the back of her dress up, her round arse cheeks bobbing as she walked. John caught up with her, playfully slapping her buttocks, then sliding a hand between her legs. He handed her the knickers back and she added them to her handbag too.
"Fancy a dare?" he asked.
"Oooh, what?" she asked gleefully.
"It's about a hundred yards to the park entrance, take off your dress and hand it to me, and you can have it back when we get there," John told her.
"You want me to walk naked all that way?" Debbie shrieked.
"Well there aren't many people or traffic about, it will be fine," John answered, "I'm going to walk behind you."
He'd barely finished talking before Debbie took a big deep breath and pulled her dress up over her head. She handed it to John, standing in front of him in just her heels, black stockings and suspender belt.
"Oh fuck, my heart is pounding," she cried out.
She took another gulp of air and walked down the road, now and again turning and cupping her tits in John's direction. By the time she'd reached the park entrance, she'd been wolf-whistled by some lads walking the other way on the other side of the road and had three cars honk their horns at her. As she reached the entrance, she bent forward and grabbed her ankles, another car passing and John heard them shouting their approval. By the time John caught up with her at the park, her chest was falling and rising and her breathing was very heavy.
"Holy shit that was a rush," she cried out.
She reached a hand down to John's crotch and rubbed the front of his trousers, and held the other out for her dress.
"You may as well stay like that through the park too, it's darker, unless you're cold or scared," John said, "and I want to get some pictures," he grinned, taking his phone out.
Debbie laughed and walked off down the pathway, into the park itself. The path had lights now and again, most of the time she'd be in darkness and then like walking on stage into a spotlight. Each time she reached a light Debbie would pose, more suggestively until she reached one and just started sliding fingers into her wet pussy.
The squelching sounds echoed across the still night air, Debbie looking around in wonder if anyone could hear. A little further on they came across an old bandstand, paint chipped and rusted all over, half of its old roof missing. There was a little light on one side from the last lamp they'd passed, and John urged Debbie to pose on the steps leading up to the bandstand.
He moved around her as she sat on the steps, legs up and then parted wide as John took pictures between her legs. Touching herself again, John playfully smacked her hand away, telling her to control herself until they got home. Debbie turned and knelt, wiggling her arse at John invitingly. She crawled around the bandstand, telling John there was cardboard lying on the far side.
"Shall we carry on?" John asked.
"I need the toilet first, do you know if there are any?" Debbie asked.
"If there are I doubt they'll be open," John answered, "piss over there where it's darker."
Debbie stood and walked to the other side of the bandstand while John climbed the steps following her. As she started pissing John started videoing her.
"What are you doing for fucks sake?" Debbie hissed, "Do you like this sort of thing?"
"You never know, I might put this online and see how many views I'd get. Don't worry, you can't see your face," he laughed.
Debbie frowned at him, then gasped. Her eyes getting used to the dark, she could just make out the shape of a body. She pointed towards it, telling John, unable to move until she stopped pissing. She stopped and looked at John.
"There's a man asleep here, I assume he's homeless," she whispered loud enough for John to hear.
She edged a little closer, the smell of his clothes making her gag a little. His clothes were full of holes, his old trainers too, and judging by his unkempt beard it had been quite a while since he'd last shaved.
"Is he moving?" John asked.
"No, he's snoring so he's still asleep, why?" Debbie asked.
John laughed and pointed the camera at her, then did a mock pose.
"Here? Right by him?" Debbie hissed.
John nodded and took a picture. Debbie took a deep breath, looked down at the dishevelled man and stood facing John. She parted her legs and pinched at her nipples, looking at him now and again to see if he was aware. Still gently snoring, she saw John encouraging her.
Debbie lifted a leg and placed it on the other side of his body, then twisted and leaned her hands against the rail of the bandstand, John taking pictures of her arse.
"Squat down a little more, let's get some pictures of his face in shot," John laughed.
Debbie was scared but very turned on. She was scared at him waking up and finding them there, wondering what his reaction would be, but turned on that she was doing this with him unaware. She lifted the other foot so they were both on the other side of him, then lowered until her pussy was inches from his face. She saw the look of excitement on John's face as he took the pictures, and then he motioned her to move.
She knew what he wanted as he changed angles, going to stand by the man's head. She moved a foot back across and then squatted again as John took pictures, this time looking like she was sitting on his face. Debbie could feel how damp her pussy was and wondered if she was so wet that she was going to drip down onto his face.
John motioned her to move again as he went to stand by his legs. He urged her to put her hands down on either side of his hips, right by his filthy dirty sweatpants. He told her to stay like that as he went to take pictures of her arse hovering just above the man's face, then came back around.
"I can see the shape of his cock through his trousers," Debbie giggled.
"Push them down a little, I dare you," John laughed.
Debbie went to stand up and John stopped her, telling her to stay as she was. Debbie paused, took a deep breath, and carefully pushed a thumb under the waistband as John took more pictures. She pushed slightly, feeling them lower a little, then stopped dead as he stirred underneath her. Had she woken him? No, he was snoring still.
It seemed like an eternity until finally his sweat pants had been pushed down enough that his cock sprang free into the open air. Debbie gasped again upon seeing it. Despite it being very dirty looking and a pungent smell coming from there, his cock was a very good size, around seven inches flaccid.
"Dare you to squat and finger yourself over his cock, you don't have to wait to get home to cum if you want," John smiled.
Debbie shot him a look of mock surprise, then had a quick look around. He was still sleeping, and there seemed to be nobody else about. Her heart raced as she crouched, her arse facing his head, staring down at his cock as she slid her fingers along and into her wet pussy.
"Oh god I'm so wet, it sounds so loud," Debbie whispered as her pussy squelched at her touch.
John laughed as he moved around a little more, taking more pictures as he did so.
"Would it bother you if he woke up?" John asked.
"No! I know you've started letting other men fuck me, but this isn't it, no way," Debbie hissed.
Debbie looked behind her at the sleeping man, then put a hand onto the bandstand railing and twisted slightly. Now her pussy was just an inch from his cock. She closed her eyes and despite what she'd told John, she imagined the homeless man waking up and upon seeing her naked on top of him, his cock start to erect and push into her folds.
"What the fuck are you doing to my mate? an angry voice shouted.
Debbie opened her eyes to see a second homeless man had walked up the bandstand stairs, not seeing John who crouched further along. He was dragging an old soiled mattress with him, his clothes and beard as dishevelled and dirty as the first man.
"Sorry, we were just having a bit of fun," Debbie answered worriedly.
"We didn't mean any harm, we'll go now and leave you alone," John told him.
The second man turned to look at John, who he hadn't seen. He saw the phone in his hand and stared angrily at him.
"What gives you the right to think you can come and fuck around with us, just because we're down on our luck. Do you think it's funny or something?" he shouted.
