Leo Decides
Leonora - or Leo as her family and friends called her, was hot. She was hot because she'd been running for one thing and for another it was one of those times when the overexcited media babbled on about hottest on record and the world is burning. She grinned ruefully because it certainly felt like that. Of course the media would forget it as soon as the next earthquake came along or someone decided to have a war.
Leo was hot too in another sense of the word: She was medium height, long dark hair, a beautiful face with naturally full lips - bee-stung they used to call it - and the most startling pair of light blue eyes.
As if that was not enough she had a near-perfect body, curves where there should be, slim where she ought to be and firm with a hint of softness. He breasts were of a size that was too much to fit in one hand, not enough to be heavy, crowned by nipples the size of her little finger-tip.
Leo's nipples had the irritating habit of being erect for little or no reason. Well it used to irritate her when she was at school, where any slight thing that distinguished you from the norm was an excuse for bullying and ridicule. If she thought about it, which she sometimes did, these days she was rather proud of her nipples, if only they would be a tiny bit less intrusive.
Her greatest ass-et (her joke) was her rear. It was the kind of ass you see on Instagram in yoga pants with no underwear. She could have posed as the poster girl for yoga pants and be a household name for it. A proper arse as she overheard a man on a building site say as she walked past. She had looked angry, blushed at the words and was secretly pleased.
Leo was hot for another reason. Far from ideas of modelling yoga pants, she had just reached the end of three years of hard work, of self-sacrifice, of late nights. It was over at last: Three years of slaving over her Master's degree in chemistry, after her BSc in biology beforehand.
She was not gifted in her studies, but she succeeded by hard work and sheer bloody-mindedness. In those three years Leo had not had time off, hadn't relaxed, hadn't even had sex, unless you count a hurried fumble with a student who was too drunk to have a proper erection. She had gone home in disgust to porn and her fingers. Later she told a friend that trying to fuck him was like trying to stick wet spaghetti up a ferret's arse. So, yes, Leo was hot and bothered by a pent-up lust, that she only now started to feel as she began to relax and find herself with nothing to do for a change.
But Leo was hot for yet another reason. Two nights ago when on her run, she ran through a clearing in the forest, straight across, north to south. It was dusk and she was half-way across before it dawned upon her that two men were fucking a woman on a picnic table, two more were being jerked off by the woman's hands, while a group of other men stood around them with their cocks in their hands masturbating. Yes! Masturbating right there in public!
Leo had not missed even one beat in the rhythm of her run, she was through the clearing and back on the trail in less than four seconds. She reached her car, opened the locked door and piled in as if the devil was chasing her. She locked the doors, panting and sat until she slowly got her breath back.
one night later Leonora sat in her apartment and fingered herself to another unsatisfying orgasm. Her mind kept going back to what she had seen (had she? Did she
really
see it?) in the clearing in the forest. Each time her mind went back to that scene so her fingers went down and touched her pussy, which obliged by quickly becoming wet.
Opening a tab on her browser she searched for "sex, forest" and looked at the results. Lots of them seemed to be something about dogs - that couldn't possibly be right! She searched again and finally read the words properly: "Dogging". After a little bit of reading she leaned that dogging was the practice of having sex or masturbating outdoors or in cars while strangers looked on or even participated.
Her heart was thudding in her chest as the implications hit her; being watched having sex - she felt a warm sliding feeling in her lower belly and her sex. Watched by strangers - strangers! Zoe was dry-mouthed at the thought of people watching her as she masturbated. Her pussy wasn't dry though; she was soaking wet. She found videos of dogging and came as she watched the video and came yet again as she watched another.
At nightfall Leo parked her black mini cabriolet on the far side of the forest from her usual spot, locked the car, then dressed all in black - running tights and stretch synthetic top she set off, not running, but walking slowly and silently towards where she knew the clearing to be. She thought vaguely of her upbringing and background, Mummy and Daddy who had bought her the car, brought her up to be a lady in a social circle of the local elite. She nearly giggled as she thought what they would say if they saw her now, sneaking through a forest to where people had sex in the open or in their cars.
The clearing was deserted, but she heard voices and crept through the trees to where the nearest car park was. There were five or six cars parked, some with doors open, some with interior lights on.
Pulling on a black synthetic balaclava, she moved, stopping and staying immobile against a tree, half hidden by undergrowth she was all but invisible. The people standing near the cars and the ones in a group around a blanket on the ground were all too busy to notice her.
As Leo's eyes became accustomed to the half light she could make out what was happening. Again, lots of men masturbating, but as she looked more carefully she could see a woman sitting on a car seat, the door open, her legs splayed wide as a man licked between her legs. Another man was leaning in, the woman sucking his cock. A little further along was another car. Leo's breath caught in her throat as she saw a woman in a car, sucking the driver's cock. The woman was naked and had pushed her ass out through the open side window where a man was fucking her.
One of Leo's hands dropped between her thighs and rubbed her slit through the stretch material, the other hand was feverishly plucking at her nipple through the black cloth. Her lips parted as she saw the woman thrusting her ass back against the cock that was pumping in her vagina. She saw the man pull out and shoot ropes of cum on the ass and lower back. As another took his place, Leo came, biting a finger to not cry out.
Once she had calmed down again, she moved, softly, silently around the clearing until she could see a blanket on the ground. The woman on the blanket was naked, on all fours. She was being fucked hard by one man in her pussy, while another was fucking her face. Other hands groped and kneaded her tits. As soon as one man finished another took his place.
The woman whimpered each time a cock pulled out and moaned as a fresh one took it's place. Leo wondered how many had cum inside the woman when she said something to the men and they immediately stopped fucking her. The woman knelt, the circle of men drew in and they jerked their cocks, pointing them at the woman's face. As each one shot his cream the woman tried to catch it in her open mouth, but by the time the men - ten Leo counted - had shot their loads, the woman's face was painted in a mess of sperm, streaks of it in her hair, lines of it over her tits.
