For those of you not familiar with the British 'pastime' of 'Dogging' let me explain that it involves numbers of people meeting up in secluded public carparks for sexual frolics. It's become a bit of a cultural cliché over here, with the tabloid image of seedy loners and old slappers getting down and dirty in dreary locations in the dead of night.
But as I found this summer, that can be pretty far from the exciting truth now that a new generation of 'doggers' is emerging. Bear with this tale; I think you'll get a buzz, as we did. . .
Kent is known as the garden of England - a somewhat dubious monicker given the weather variations - but at the beginning of this summer with a heatwave scorching all and sundry my 29 year-old wife Lucy and I visited friends down there.
After one particularly heavy night and with our friends having family commitments, the following day Lucy and I took a bus into the lush green countryside and decided to make our way back to the town via the many country pubs and beer gardens.
After an afternoon's drinking under the vibrant sun, we were pretty merry after dinner and found ourselves budging up our wooden bench-seats at our table in a crowded beer garden to give another couple some room.
We made smalltalk with Richard and Chloe- a tall brunette with a very fine figure, full in all the right places I ascertained with my many glances down at her chest straining her tight white vest-top.
He was an amiable bloke who worked in the city but had taken the weekend off to come down to Kent in pursuit of their hobby. I never immediately pursued the 'hobby' inquiry, not wanting to appear too nosey, and preferring to watch his wife chat to mine - both girls had dark locks, my Lucy's ringleted where her hair lay on her shoulders, Chloe's straight, falling halfway down her back; Lucy has big green eyes, a natural full pout and softer features, while Chloe's sparkling blue orbs and dazzling smile lit up her tanned face. They were a pair who attracted plenty of unsolicited male attention from the surrounding tables.
Because of the heat, Lucy wore a fitted red T-shirt which clung to her prominent 36C tits and a white pair of shorts, finishing halfway down her long thighs. I hadn't noticed what Chloe had complimented her skimpy vest-top with until she stood to get some more drinks and revealed a shapely pair of pins beneath a short denim mini-skirt. Her tight little ass swayed provocatively as she sauntered into the bar.
While she was gone Chloe eventually asked out of politeness exactly what this 'hobby' was that Richard had chosen to travel to Kent for.
I nearly choked on my beer when he replied with a cool smile, "Dogging."
Lucy just sat with a blank expression and a question in her eyes as Richard found amusement in my reaction.
"You're not quite sure what dogging is?" Richard asked her.
"Well. . .No," Lucy answered with a sheepish smile. "I've never heard of it; although I think Andy might have. . ." She glared at me.
Richard laughed. He was a rugged guy, about my height - just under six feet - with a touch of grey around his dark temples. I reckoned he was mid-late thirties, while Chloe was more our age; late twenties.
Chloe arrived back with drinks before Richard chose to give Lucy and answer. Instead, he told Chloe what was up and she beamed at Lucy. "You really don't know? Well. . .It's sort of like a lot of people get together, mostly at night but in summer it can be early evening. . .Well, we all meet up in car parks, and, well, things can get exciting, you know? Like, maybe some people will have sex and others get off watching, or sometimes join in. .. "
Lucy looked mindblown. She had been quite reserved about sex - I think I was only the third guy to ever see her naked, and the second to screw her. The odd one out, carnally, would have been her doctor. . .
That was when we married. Since then a one-off bit of wild, boozed-up fun after a wedding had been her only 'bacchanalian' behaviour. I wrote about Lucy losing her inhibitions in a previous recollection entitled, 'lapdancing'.
Back at the beer garden table, when Lucy eventually shut her gaping mouth, Chloe added, "It really is a lot of fun. You never thought about trying it?"
She looked at me, her beautiful smile making me scream 'YES!' inside, but I held my composure through my beer-fugue and shrugged, "Nah, never. Reckoned it was only old geezers and strange loners who did it. . .No offence, you know?"
"Nope, don't worry about that," said Richard. "You'd be amazed. Loads of young folk doing it for a laugh now. I mean, since the weather got so warm, we've seen some real antics, eh Chloe?"
She concurred.
Lucy started to ask questions, seemingly fascinated. Most were directed at Chloe, loads about the men, what they did. When Chloe told her about the number of good-looking guys she'd seen wanking openly, I saw Lucy's expression intensify and her eyes mist a bit - I knew that watching a man wank was one of her big turn-ons; we'd seen enough porn together where she'd gotten extremely hot at those group scenes with the blokes jerking and watching the women; and during our wedding after-party adventure in 'Lapdancing' she'd been buzzed by the cocks on show then, too.
A realisation dawned - it had been running through my head ever since the word dogging was mentioned and my reptilian brain began throwing up images of Chloe in sexual situations - and Lucy asked them tentatively, with awe, if they got 'involved'.
"Of course," shrieked Chloe, "That's all the fun!"
Then Richard made my heart race like no man ever has - or, given my red-blooded hetero-ness, I thought possible! - when he proposed, "Why don't you guys come along with us tonight and see for yourselves? You can just watch the antics. I've got plenty room in our 4x4 for a couple of rookies. . ."
He grinned and I put it all together - I hadn't seen him with a beer; just orange, then a coke. He was driving. Of course, they'd stopped off so Chloe could get some resolve from a couple of large wines on their way out for some fun.
My mouth went dry. I looked cautiously at Lucy. She was wide-eyed, looking a bit like a goldfish that's just realised its world's a glass bowl with nowhere else to go. She was stumped for an excuse.
Richard even headed any off at the pass when he offered, "Don't worry about transport home - I'll run you back to wherever you're staying after the fun's up. Fancy being a couple of interested observers for the evening?"
"If you want. . .For a laugh. . ." I said to Lucy.
Chloe egged her on as well, telling her what a kink it was to see people acting all horny. Lucy kind of nodded, and Richard chose the moment to get up and declare it time to get a move on; things were starting earlier in this heat, he confirmed, and we wouldn't want to miss anything, would we?
I guzzled my beer and locked eyes with Lucy as she downed her vodka. She just raised her brows and got up with a nervous smile.
It only took five minutes drive in Richard's spacious offroader to find ourselves heading up a track off the main highway. It was the way into some country park and opened up into a grove half the size of a football pitch; a little carpark, enclosed by trees and lit warmly by the evening sun. To my surprise there were a good half-dozen other cars there. Richard paused, asking Chloe where she wanted to go.
She pointed over to a flatbed jeep which appeared to have some people in conversation around it. He drove over slowly, pulling up alongside.
Lucy gasped, "Oh my God. . ." - the jeep was on her side of Richard's car and both she and Chloe - in the front passenger seat of course - had a great view down. I leaned over and admit I too got a shock as a burst of adrenalin shot through me. On the flat open back of the jeep a guy who was no older than us was sitting with his arms around his wife, or girlfriend - you don't check rings at moments like that - who was leaning with her back against him, facing out at three blokes who had gathered around the back of the jeep's open tailgate, cocks in hand, pulling slowly as they stared at her.
What was so interesting them was the fact that this attractive blonde thirtysomething had her skirt rucked up around her waist and her legs splayed wide apart with no panties to be seen. What was on display was a smooth-shaven pussy, lips swollen and reddened, her winking slit glistening with juices caught in the evening sunlight. Her man had her top lifted and was rolling a pair of very stiff nipples in his fingers while he kneaded her small tits and watched on.
The wankers shot our vehicle a few anxious glances but soon relaxed, even briskened their strokes, when they caught sight of Lucy and Chloe at the windows.
"Wow!" Chloe squealed, and shot at Lucy, "I told you there was some fun, didn't I?"
Richard lowered the girls' windows and the sounds of soft feminine moaning drifted in. The blonde wore a glazed look as she gazed at us with hooded eyes. One hand strayed to her pussy and her fingers got busy. I swear she locked eyes with me for a few moments - I'm not imagining it because I distinctly remember the erotic shock zipping straight to my dick and tenting my jeans.
The blonde girl worked up a rhythm and her free hand disappeared behind her, no doubt to get a handful of her man's hard cock. Now and then I heard the juicy retort of a horny pussy being fingered.
Lucy and Chloe spoke in whispers:
Lucy: "Does this happen all the time?"
Chloe: "Oh, yeah. . .Just look at those guy swank. Hot isn't it?"
Lucy didn't answer, but she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat beside me.
Then Chloe nodded across the carpark, "Looks like this is where the action is tonight. Here come some more."
I saw figures approaching. Two blokes moving independently of each other, and a couple. Then another car drew up on the opposite side of the jeep from us; a top-of-the-range Merc. I saw a very classy lady gaze out at the scene, her exquisite, defined features, make-up and general appearance speaking volumes. The car door opened to reveal her sitting side-saddle, facing out wearing a dark fitted pencil-skirt. I was pretty shocked to note her black blouse was open, her lacy bra supporting a couple of rosy-nippled breasts that were free of their cups. She flicked her brown, shoulder-length hair back off her face, took in the jeep scene and gazed hungrily at the guys' dicks. Her husband reached round her and slowly began to raise her skirt.
The wankers switched their attentions between the jeep and the Merc. If the two women had any qualms about audience figures, they were soon assuaged by the arrival of the two new guys from across the carpark. They were younger- early twenties - and Chloe quipped, "Hey, Lucy, here's some top totty for us!"
