I cannot accurately describe the level of nervous excitement that filled my being on that cold dark afternoon.
Bag of nerves does not do it justice, but at the same time I could feel the wet spot on my knickers, my honeypot.... slick with anticipation.....
We hadn't been driving long, harry was telling me some humorous story from his army days. It was quite funny and I broke into giggles which did actually make me feel better.
The journey to our home would take about 20 minutes. Earlier I had sent john a text saying.
(All going to plan. Be back later. Love you xxx)
John acknowledged this with a big heart emoji and the text.
(I love you. Your in control xxx)
Your in control.....
Words I remembered from that first time with neil. Those words served me well with him, but this was different.
Would I be in control?
A little voice at the back of my mind asked the question.
'Do you want to be in control?'
Deep down I already knew the answer to that. In the company of this dominant man, I'd gone running back to my submissive self.....
Which fitted me like a well worn slipper or a warm blanket that gave comfort.
Meanwhile, as this inner turmoil raged on, old harry was trying very hard to get me to 'go for a ride'.
After the second attempt I gave in and agreed. This surprised and pleased him in equal quantity.
I knew of course what harry had in mind when he said 'go for a ride', but I intended to act naïve......play the part of shy innocent pippa.
Harry continued chatting for a while, then as he drove further out into the countryside away from my home, he quietened down. He seemed to know where he was heading.
I couldn't tell where we were, one lonely lane gave way to another, we turned left then right, right again. This way and that.
Eventually we turned into a very narrow bumpy road that was almost a dirt track. This track led to an open flat area bordering a hedge lined field.
Harry turned the van carefully around so the headlights illuminated the track we'd just come down.....it looked so isolated......so lonely.....then the headlights went out plunging us into darkness.
That feeling of foolishness suddenly reared up again, what was I doing? Middle of nowhere, with a guy I hardly knew....
All of a sudden I felt very vulnerable.
Looking across at harry I could just see his hulking outline in the gloom. Then movement.....and dim light lit the cabin.
He'd put the courtesy light on.
Still leaning forward and turning to face me, harrys eyes found mine.
His thin smile did nothing to defuse that penetrating look.
"Well.....here we are"
His voice was quiet and steady, confident.
Although very nervous inside, I tried to put on my naïve front, teasing him a little.
"What are we doing here?.....I thought we were going for a ride round?"
I was being coy but it backfired as harry got straight to the point.
Slowly shaking his head he spoke quietly but firmly.
"Don't mess with me pip.....you know what I want.....you know why we're here"
My heart beat like crazy....mouth dry....I swallowed. He could see I was losing my composure.
Harrys smile had gone, the determined stare remained.
He continued.
"You want it too.....I know....oh you shy quiet ones....."
He gave out a little mocking laugh.
"....your the best.... still waters and all that.....but I know what you want....I can see it in your eyes.....I've noticed you staring at me when you think I'm not looking...."
As I listened I was caught in that penetrating gaze, couldn't look away.
"....So....there it is.....you know what I want....and I know what you want....I can start this van up and take you back home to your husband.....or.....you can get in the back....which is it?"
There followed a brief silence where I was genuinely in two minds. The man was arrogant, so sure of himself. Part of me just wanted to prove to him that he could get it wrong.
The other part......well.....my damp knickers were evidence of that other part.
I studied him for a second longer, then my eyes narrowed, a little ghost of a grin formed on my face....as I began to unfasten my seat belt, get out the seat and move into the back of harry's van.
My mind was made up, this was it.
What happened next happened fast. Just as I got in the kitchen area of the camper, harry was quickly up out his seat and in the back too, straight at me.
He pushed me forcibly against a cupboard, his weight pressing me back against it, grasped my head in both hands and kissed me hard, passionately.
I was overwhelmed. It was so passionate, I kissed back equally hard, breath coming quickly through my nose, I moaned softly at the intense excitement burning within me.
Harrys tongue thrust its way into my mouth, I moaned again through our writhing tongues.
I could feel a growing bulge in harrys jeans, pressing into my belly.
He broke off our kiss and quickly began undressing me. What happened next would have been comical if not for the intense lust coursing through us both.
Although the camper was big, so is harry and with both of us in the small kitchen area.....it was a squeeze.
Harry kept banging into things and cursed a couple of times, in his eagerness to get me unwrapped.
That day I had opted for a skirt with no tights underneath, I knew we would probably be doing it in his van so this would make things easier for both of us.
But on top I had on a big coat, cardigan, blouse and finally bra, it was january! The bra was plain and white just like my knickers.
After removing my coat, harry struggled with the buttons of the cardigan, looking ever more impatient and eager. All this was happening very quickly and I only had time to watch him in glorious anticipation.
Upon getting my cardy off he paused for a second staring at all the buttons on my blouse.
Then proceeded to just rip my blouse open, tearing most of the buttons off, they made little tinkling noises as they hit various articles in the kitchen.
I honestly wasn't really aware of what he'd done, the damage I mean, it was all in the heat of the moment.
He did later apologize and buy me a new one.
Harry quickly had my tits out the bra, his big hands fondling, groping......oh god.....I love my boobs touched and played with.
I have very sensitive nipples.
"Fuck me pip.....you got nice tits."
Harry blurted out, before sticking his face greedily into my breasts, gorging himself like he was going to actually eat them.
He was sucking so hard, it was close to being painful, but not quite.....
Letting out a loud moan as he slipped a hand up my skirt, fingers probing, sliding easily past my knickers gusset....
"Aahh.....oh god.....aahh"
The words slipped out at the oh so delicious sensation of harry's middle finger plunging straight up inside me.
He did it so fast and hard that if I wasn't already soaked down there, it would have hurt.
Here I was, pressed up against a cupboard having my tits greedily sucked while being finger fucked....hard.
