Zoey knew of a place where people met to watch each other have sex. It was a lay-by on a road off the main motorway north of the city, and she'd seen people talking about it on the internet. She knew where it was, and drove past it sometimes. She drove past, and looked at all the cars parked there, and thought about being there. About being watched, and having sex, and what people did together.
Sometimes she wanted to stop. Sometimes she wanted to join them. Sometimes, despite herself, she thought about it while she was having sex with someone else. That felt wrong, and she tried not to do it very much, but she did.
Everything about the lay-by felt wrong. It felt shameful, too grubby to actually be exciting, so she was always a little embarrassed by her interest in it. She thought about it though, despite herself.
And then, one day, she went there.
She had been at a party, and was driving home. She was dressed up, and her hair was perfect, and her dress was new and shimmery and had only been worn twice. She had been thinking about the lay-by earlier, had probably been thinking too much, while other people talked and laughed and got drunk around her. She was distracted, quiet, and not drinking because she was driving, so she kept to herself a bit more than usual, and spent the evening thinking, instead.
Thinking about the lay-by, which she knew she had to go past on the way home. Thinking about it quietly, while everyone else had fun.
That might not have been a very good idea.
She went home that way. She could have taken a longer way around, but she didn't. She drove towards the lay-by, knowing she was, excited she was, not quite sure what to think or do when she got there, but excited. She slowed down at the turn-off, and took the exit off the motorway. She'd done this before, often enough, wanting to look at the cars from a distance. She knew the way.
She followed the road for a while, past service stations and fast-food places, then, without really thinking about it, without really letting herself think, she slowed down and turned into the lay-by.
She knew where to go. She'd seen where the cars parked before, watching from a distance, on other nights. She drove down the back, past some decorative trees and picnic tables, going as far as she could go, into a kind overflow carpark that must be for summer tourists.
Then she stopped.
She stopped, almost surprised she was actually here, and looked around. There were other cars there, and she didn't know where to park. She didn't know the rules, and whether she should be right next to another car, or a little further away. In the end, she sort of went to the middle, to a wider gap between other cars.
She parked, and switched off the engine, and undid her seatbelt, and then sat there.
She didn't know quite what to do now.
She looked down. She had bare feet. She had taken her shoes off to drive. They were beside her on the passenger seat, and wondered if she should put them on, but she didn't quite know why she would.
She glanced around. In the darkness, outside the car, people were moving around. People were probably looking at her.
She thought about being looked at, and wanted to do something now she was here. She wanted to do something, and she knew what people did.
It almost seemed a shame not to, she thought, now she'd finally stopped.
She put her hand on her leg, and then slid it upwards. Her dress was fairly short. She slid it up, slid her hand into her underwear, and closed her eyes, and started masturbating. It was what she did whenever she thought about being here, so it seemed the natural thing to do now. She'd already had dozens of orgasms thinking about the lay-by, and people watching her, so now she actually was here, it seemed the obvious thing to do. She gently touched herself, stroking, just like she did at home. Just like she did at home, except that actually she was here.
That excited her more than she could stand.
After a moment, she opened her eyes. People were outside the car, watching her. She looked around, and made sure. People were definitely out there.
She pulled her undies off, and put them on the seat beside her, then went back to touching herself. She wasn't quite sure what else she was supposed to do.
After a moment she opened the car window a little.
"Hey," she said to the nearest man. "Is this okay? Can you see and everything?"
"Maybe put on the inside light?" he said.
Zoey nodded, and reached back, and did.
He stood there watching.
"Watch me," she said. "Watch me do this."
He nodded, and stood there. He had his hand in his pocket. After a moment she said, "It's okay. Let me see you do it too."
He took his cock out, and jerked himself off, looking at her.
She rubbed herself slowly, and he wanked himself, too. She was being slow, because she didn't want to finish too soon. She had a vibrator in her bag, but she left it there, untouched. She rubbed herself slowly, and watched him, wanking himself more quickly. After a moment she put the window down all the way. So she could see him better. So he could see her.
She watched his hand, moving on his cock. She felt her fingers sliding wetly over herself. She felt excited. She felt brave.
She wanted to do something daring, and she knew exactly what.
"Come on me if you want to," she said. "Like come through the window."
