Note from Ava: This story is based on a real experience, but names, places and details have been changed. At no point does this refer to an actual person or persons. They are characters in my vivid imagination.
Somewhere I heard a noise, a door slamming, I didn't stop but I knew that the driver had left the cab. My pussy clenched and flooded with juice at the thought that he was going to watch.
I sensed him, rather than heard him behind me, standing at the passenger door. I didn't stop. Mark reached his hand around to my ass and started to squeeze it and pull the cheeks open. He knew what he was doing, he was showing me off to the voyeur standing behind me. The fact that it we were in a convertible with the roof down meant that the stranger didn't have to bend to look through a window. It meant that he had a crystal-clear view of what was happening and with full sound.
"Don't mind me watching?" the driver asked.
"Not at tall, my friend," Mark responded. He started to play with my little asshole as he spoke.
I heard the driver's positive appreciation in the form of a whispered moan.
I also heard him undoing his trousers. The sound of a zip being lowered, and the shuffling of jeans being lowered.
It was a warm summers evening, and I was enjoying a weekend in the country. I had arranged a weekend away with a fuck buddy. He was tall, dark and handsome and we had shared several rendezvous over the previous few months.
We got on well. More importantly our sexual chemistry was incredible. We liked to play in several ways. We had visited adult clubs together and we were on the same page when it came to being naughty.
We had fucked a lot in the hotel room, we had managed to get dirty in the jacuzzi. I had wrapped my legs around his waist, and he had slipped his cock into me. Pulling my bikini to one side and rocking slowly. We always managed to find something risky and exciting to do.
It was the Saturday night, and we were restless. It was a beautiful night and we decided to go outside. So, we took off.
I was wearing a little pair of denim shorts and a white vest top with no bra. Mark was wearing shorts and t - shirt. He was tall at 6ft 4', broad at the shoulder. Short black hair and dark brown eyes. He was traditionally handsome.
We drove the back roads for a while, music on, roof down on my Mercedes C class convertible. He loved to drive it and I liked to have my hands free, so was happy for him to take the wheel.
It wasn't too long before I had my hand in his crutch as he drove. Squeezing and rubbing him through the thin material of his shorts. He was always commando, always wanting to be easily accessible if the occasion arose.
His cock was rock hard in seconds. I traced the tip of it with my nail. Running it down as far as could. His cock throbbed and pulsed.
"Don't you think you should get those shorts off?" he asked playfully.
I sat back in my seat, removed my seat belt, and wriggled out of my shorts. I was also commando. My pussy was shaved smooth and was already glistening a little, my dampness spreading quickly. Mark glanced down at it, for a second his eyes off the road.
"Mmmmm," he moaned.
I loved the expression on his face. One of wanting. His features dark and brooding in the dim light.
I adjusted the seat controls until I was almost horizontal, I slipped my fingers between my pussy lips and started to play with myself. Teasing my clit and exploring the entrance to my pussy. I was wet and hot. I could feel the cool air on my skin, my nipples rock hard against my vest top.
Mark kept glancing down at me as I played.
"There is a lay-by just up here," he said, "let's pull over, I want to bend you over the back of the car and fuck you."
I smiled up at him.
The lay-by was at the edge of the main A36. By now the sky was dark, stars filled the sky and there was a full moon casting a bluish hue across the countryside. The lay-by was situated against a backdrop of a lake and surrounding fields. It was not empty, there was a large articulated lorry parked up.
It was open to the fields and lake on one side and then on the other, running parallel to the main road, there were bushes and trees.
Mark, pulled to a stop in front of the HGV. We could see a light on inside of the cab and the curtains were half pulled. Obviously, the driver was parked up for the night.
With the engine off and the roof still down, I unbuckled my belt and turned in my seat to face Mark. He unbuckled his belt and started to wriggle out of his shorts. He was not wearing anything under them and so his cock sprang loose and was stood hard and erect. I got to my knees on my seat and leant forward.
We kissed, deep, tongues exploring, nibbling each other's lips.
As we kissed, I reached down and took his cock in my hand. Gently stroking it, I could feel the wetness at the tip, and I used it to slide my finger down the shaft. Right down to the bottom and then gently squeezed his balls.
Mark moaned. I could feel him moving his hips in time with my strokes. His hand moved to the inside of my thigh. He started to stroke my pussy. I was already very wet. He slipped a finger easily into my pussy. He began to finger me in time with my strokes.
I could feel the cooling air on my skin, I could smell the night air. I could hear cars passing on the main road and see their lights intermittently illuminating the bushes and trees. It was a perfect night and spot for outdoor fun.
The brightness of the night made me very aware that the driver of the HGV would, if he was awake and sat up, have a clear view of what we were doing. Maybe not a completely detailed view but it would be very apparent even in silhouetted form. The moon was providing enough light to see reasonably clearly.
I could feel the hot rush of danger flowing through my body. The rush that I get when I was dangerous. My nerve endings were on fire, every touch, kiss, the breeze on my skin, was being drastically enhanced by the thought of being caught or seen. The unknown dangers made my juices flow, literally.
Mark was now slowly pushing his finger into my pussy, I was on my knees, knees spread at 45-degree angles. I rocked up and down on his finger, as he fingered me.
Then he stopped and removed his finger. I groaned as he brought the finger to my lips. I locked eyes with him, and I began to suck his finger, sucking off my sweet juices
"I want your pussy," he said. I continued to suck his finger, slowly sucking it all the way down. He pulled his finger away and opened the driver's door. He started to get out of the car, naked from the waist down. I followed, climbing out of the passenger side.
Mark walked to the back of the car. As I approached, I looked up at the cab of the HGV. The light that had been on previously, was now off and the cab was dark, however I could make out in the moonlight the silhouette of the driver sat in the driver's seat. A darker shadow cast against the darkness.
"Do you think he is going to watch?" I whispered to Mark as he pulled me to him at the back of the Mercedes
"Hope so!" he replied with a grin. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach as he held me close.
We kissed, hard and deep, tongues finding each other's and dancing together. His hands went to my ass and pulled me tight to him. My pussy was wet, I could feel it was ready and wanting his cock in me. It was aching from the fingering he had given me. He bit down on my lower lip, sucking it hard enough to make me wince lightly. But the pain was exquisite and just made me want him more.
He pulled away, spun me face forward over the back of the car. He was behind me, he pushed open my legs with one of his. He was pulling at my ass, and I pushed back, spreading my legs for him. Exposing my soaking pussy to him. My tits pressed against the cool metal of the boot of the Mercedes. The cool night air and my horniness had made my nipples bullet hard against my vest and they pressed hard against the coldness.
Mark was positioning himself behind me, one hand on my ass and one was guiding his cock to my pussy. I felt the tip probing my hole, sliding easily against my pussy because I was dripping wet. He pushed in, inch by fucking amazing inch, my pussy giving way to him. I pushed back against him and with one final thrust he was ball deep in me. Both hands now free to grab my hips and squeeze.
He started to move, slow, long, deep thrusts. My pussy stretching around him. Gripping at his cock, my juices making us both wet. His pelvis and balls and the top of my thighs, all were wet from me. He spanked me hard. The hot tingle spreading over the cheek that he slapped and through to my clit. I groaned. He spanked again. My ass cheek getting hotter, I could feel the handprint that would be imprinted on me.
A couple of minutes in and suddenly we were briefly illuminated by bright light. Mark stopped but didn't pull out, the light flashed a couple of times.
The driver had flashed his headlights.
Mark pulled out and asked, "think he is letting us know he can, see?" he asked.
"Let's get back in the car, just in case and see what happens," I responded as I pulled down my vest top. My pussy was open and wanting more, the frustration of stopping halfway through, was almost painful. My ass cheek was tingling from the spanking and it felt amazing. Mark was rock hard, and I could see his cock was glistening with my juices, the moonlight making his cock appear quite red.
We headed back to the front of the car and got in. As we did, Mark reached up and flicked the inside light on and off a couple of times. This was something that we had done previously, when we went dogging. Dogging, we had discovered, has its very own language and etiquette. Interior light flashing was an indicator that you are up for playing or being watched.
Mark was seeing if this shadowy, lorry driver, was indeed a player.
Almost instantly the driver illuminated the car with his headlights again. We looked at each other, my heart was racing, and I was feeling the rush building. The rush, only these experiences had started to give me. A rush caused by the intoxicating mix of, danger, sexual naughtiness, physical interaction with a stranger, being watched and of being fucked!
