Paul was always a keen walker; hills, streets, canals, anywhere he could walk he generally would. He'd had a hectic few weeks in work but still managed to do his step target most days. He finally had a week off so booking a small cottage north of the lake district just for himself was the perfect treat for him.
The heatwave was a lucky break and the holiday was fantastic. He arrived on Friday, walked on Saturday, met up with Jane, an old flame on Sunday (had a walk, afternoon tea and 3 hours of sex before saying goodbye). Monday and Tuesday were easier walking days and on Wednesday he did his longest walk, a 23 miler that was hard but rewarding with fantastic views. On Thursday he had a lazy day. He had hung around the cottage all day before setting off for a stroll about 4.30. The quiet country lanes were ideal, the weather was great and he was happily minding his own business.
He was thinking about Jane, recalling the details of the great fuck they'd had on Sunday. It had been 3 years since they'd seen each other, 7 years since they'd fucked...
They'd met in the nearest market town and strolled around before stopping for afternoon tea in a nice hotel. They'd updated each other on their work and families, discussed their relationship status (his interest, and his cock, stirring when she said she was single) and generally had a lovely time. He was wondering how he could go about getting her to come back to his cottage when she had rather taken him aback with a question;
'Are you going to invite me back? I'm free until 7 ish.' she had said.
'You know I was just thinking the same thing.' He had replied.
They'd pretty much pounced on each other the moment they got in the cottage, kissing and tearing at each other's clothes. He'd taken her over the kitchen units, hard from behind. The kitchen quickie had been followed by some less hectic bedroom fucking, culminating in her reminding him of just how well she could suck a cock.
An hour or so into his walk he'd found himself on an unmarked road, with no traffic and fewer people, so it was a surprise when he came across a parked car, a blue Mercedes, empty by the side of the road in a space big enough for only one car. Up ahead, maybe 100 yards away, he saw another car parked, an SUV. He assumed that they were walkers but, as he carried on and he got closer he saw movement inside the SUV and realised that the rear windows were open. As he walked past he glanced in.
What he saw made him stop in his tracks. The couple were sat on the back seat next to each other. The man was nearer to Paul and fully dressed. The woman, on the far side of the car, had her skirt around her waist and, knickerless, her legs were spread and the man was playing with her shaven pussy. Paul stood stunned and made eye contact with her, but the woman made no attempt to move, she just smiled and said 'We've got company.' to her partner.
Her partner looked around and said 'Are you enjoying the show?' in a neutral tone, continuing the movements of his hand on her opening.
The woman was about 30. Younger than Paul and her partner he thought. She had dark hair, cut into a neat bob and pale skin, made to look paler by her deep red lipstick. She wore a white shirt and he could see she had a great pair of tits.
'Yes, very much so!' said Paul. He'd always been a fan of voyeurism and loved the idea of dogging but had never tried it. This couple clearly wanted to be caught and wanted to be watched.
'Go around the other side,' the guy in the back seat said, 'she likes her tits played with.' and Paul did.
By the time he got there she had undone her shirt. She was braless, her big tits were on display with huge hard nipples. Paul reached in and grabbed her left tit, immediately getting the nipple between his finger and thumb. She moaned and looked at him and he rolled the nipple on his thumb. 'Fuck that's nice.' she said.
Her partner added 'She was wet before you started touching her but she's fucking soaking now.'
'I've got two tits you know.' said the woman, Paul took the hint and reached his other hand in, again being quite rough with her tit and nipple. It was awkward to do and she put her hand outside the car to make more room, moving her hand to his groin and rubbing his hard on, which was painfully constricted in his shorts.
'Ooh that feels big?' she said, 'can I have a look?'
Paul straightened and undid his shorts, she pulled down his boxers and gasped. He'd always been proud of his cock, and always enjoyed the reactions he got when a woman saw it for the first time.
