I was staying at a large, comfortable, very expensive hotel in Yorkshire. My company was footing the bill, so the 'expensive' part did not trouble me. I was there because a very important new client had their premises nearby, they were on the brink of signing a contract worth £millions. What I had to do was agree to a few design changes and the deal was done. Design, engineering design, is my job. There should have been two of us, the head salesperson and me, but he had been involved in an car accident on the way and was in hospital with injuries that had made it impossible for him to join me.
"You can handle it," my boss had assured me. "I will tell them that you are empowered to sign the contract. There will be a big bonus in it for you."
The changes had all been agreed, the signing would be tomorrow morning, right now I was alone, having dined alone, and walking in a wood not far from the hotel. I needed to think and I think best when on my own. I had to decide whether my marriage was over, or was there still hope? And I had decided the former, it had run its course, we had never really had much in common except sex, and even that had become stale. Best to end it while we were both still young enough to have a second try. No kids, so no problems there.
With that decided I needed to concentrate on finding my way out of this dense, unfamiliar wood. And it was going dark. I could feel the panic begin to rise. I tried to remember the location of the wood on the map, my car was parked in a large car park on the western edge of the wood. All I had to do was walk towards the setting sun. Right? I had left my 'phone in the car, turned off. Something else I do when I need to think, so calling for help was not an option.
The place had been fairly busy with dog-walkers and their dogs, joggers and their essential electronic equipment and people just out to enjoy the fine late spring evening. They had all gone, now there was just me.
Suddenly I was in the open, there was my car, the only one except for one other, parked on the opposite side and some hundred yards away. The interior light was on and I could see people sitting in the front seats. As I reached my car, the headlights of the other car flashed. I looked across and they flashed again. Someone was trying to get my attention.
I was wary. Alone in a strange place. But suppose they needed help? I walked a little way towards them and an arm emerged from the passenger side widow and beckoned me. I moved closer, still wary. The arm was female and attached to an attractive woman with her tits on display.
I apologised, saying that I thought they needed me.
"We do," said the woman. "We need you to watch."
Suddenly I twigged. I had stumbled onto a dogging site. They wanted me to watch them fuck!
"Come closer," said the woman. "Wouldn't you like a free sex show?"
I did as asked. She was wearing a cream coloured dress with buttons all the way down the front, all open. Underneath the dress was just her, apart from black hold-up stockings. Her right hand was at the crotch of the man sitting in the driving seat, her fingers curled around the erect cock that stood out from his open flies. His left hand was at her crotch, palm towards her. The middle two fingers were not visible, presumably pushed up her cunt!
As I watched, she proceeded to wank him off, I could hear the wet flap as his foreskin retreated and advanced, coupled with the slurp as he finger-fucked her. He gave a grunt as he came. It was not a powerful ejaculation, his spunk flowed from his tip like lava, dribbling over her fingers and onto his balls. At the same time, she gave a little cry and pushed down onto his probing fingers, coming at the same time, tits heaving as she convulsed through her climax.
When it was over, she took a box of tissues from the glove box, handing some to him then wiping her fingers clean. She turned to me and smiled broadly;
"Your turn?" She offered. "Or do you prefer it to be sucked?"
I was gobsmacked, lost for words. I looked across at her husband, (as I was shortly to discover,) he nodded his approval.
"Make your mind up," she said. "There will be other takers soon."
"Suck!" I blurted.
What was I doing? I did not even know this woman's name. Was she 'clean'? But oral is supposed to be fairly safe isn't it? She opened her door and swung her legs out
"Get it out then." She prompted.
Again, I did as I was bid, struggling to disentangle my rigid tool from the confines of pants and underpants. When at last it was in the open air, she wrapped cool fingers around it and pulled my foreskin back revealing the glistening, straining plum of my glans.
"Nice one,"
she muttered, pulling me towards her, and popped it in her mouth.
I almost came on the spot. I had not had a come for over a week, not even a wank, I had been fully focused on the contract. I managed to hold back though, and she started to practically devour my meat, slurping noisily and mmm'ing approving noises. She broke off and looked up at me,
"You are allowed to have a feel," she said, then returned to her chosen task.
Again, hubby nodded his approval. I reached out and tentatively cupped her right tit with my left hand, thumbing the rubbery nipple, then moved my hand underneath to lift and weigh the heavy globe of tit-flesh.
I could not hold onto my juice for long in these circumstances, I touched her face and told her that I was about to pop, she sucked harder. My knees buckled as I came, but she had a firm grip and did not lose contact, either manually or orally. I discharged the lot into the back of her mouth, she swallowed every drop, still making those muffled noises of appreciation.
She did not need tissues this time, she cleaned my tip perfectly, licking her lips afterwards. It was the first time ever that anyone had swallowed my cum, my wife is happy to suck me off, but pulls away when I come, any that does go in her mouth she spits out.
The magic of the moment was broken by another car drawing up alongside. I hastily tried to stuff my still hard, and now damp cock into my pants.
"It's okay," said hubby, the first words I had heard him speak. "We know them."
The newcomers parked nose-in, so the two cars were passenger side to passenger side, about two metres apart. The passenger window of the new arrival was open with the head of a middle-aged man sticking out.
"New toy Sal?" He grinned.
"Yes," replied the woman. "Bigger than yours. And prettier."
I had never heard it describes as pretty before, but she was clearly an expert.
The woman stepped out. She slipped the dress over her shoulders and stretched her now naked body like a cat.
"Your luck's in tonight boys, I'm feeling randy," she husked.
I could vouch for that.
She was pleasantly plump, ample curves everywhere but not fat. Her large tits drooped slightly under their weight, but were nicely bouncy, her arse cheeks likewise. All she wore was the hold-ups and stiletto high-heels. She seemed perfectly at home like this. Her partner came round to the space between the cars that was to become the arena for what was to follow. He spread a thin, padded mat between the cars. I was to find out later that it was a 'Bouldering Mat'. Apparently this device is used by rock-climbers to save them if they fall. It was about four feet square, how they manage to fall off in the right place is still a mystery to me, but this secondary purpose, on a fine evening, in a secluded car park, seemed a much better use for it.
