As I watched, a thirty-something woman, maybe ten years or so younger than me, broke away and came towards the woodland in a half walk, half run. She was of slim to athletic build with mid-brown shoulder length hair, wearing jeans and a tee shirt. Was this what I was waiting for? I moved further back into the shadows. The woman came into the woodland close to where I was, dropped her jeans and knickers, hitched up her tee and squatted to pee.
As her golden stream started to flow, I stepped out from where I’d been hiding and approached to stand in front of her. she was concentrating so much on what she was doing that she didn’t notice me until a twig cracked. Now it’s a fact that it’s hard to stop peeing when it’s in full flow so she just had to squat there as I watched her pee. Her pussy was trimmed to leave a thin strip above, but shaved on both sides. The sight was making my prick swell.
As she finished, she asked what I was doing. “No different from you,” I replied. “Watching something that turns me on.”
“It wasn’t turning me on,” she replied. “I only came because my boyfriend said it might spice up our sex life. He’s over there by the cars now. Anyway, why are you here in the woods?”
“I thought I’d offer a pussy cleaning service to women such as you; as you’ll notice, there’s no loo roll in the woods.”
She looked puzzled, so I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it. She looked over her left shoulder towards the cars and, as she turned back, nodded.
I lay on the ground and, after fully removing her jeans and knickers, she kneeled, straddling me, bringing her pussy towards my mouth. I licked her slit from bottom to top, stopping to give her clit a suck, and continued up to the top of her strip of hair. I could taste her pee mingled with that of her pussy.
I returned my tongue to her pussy and started to really work it, giving equal time to her clit and to pushing my tongue into her pussy. Her juices had really begun to flow and I lost track of the passage of time; my whole world was her pussy and giving her pleasure. at some point, I felt her reach back and undo my trousers, release my prick and start to slowly move her hand up and down my shaft.
I could feel her body start to vibrate and, as her orgasm began, she clamped my head between her legs and ground her pussy into my face, her clit hard up against my nose. Slowly her body relaxed and she started to rise. I thought that she would move away, but a few seconds later I felt her cunt slide onto my prick. She slowly started to ride me, going from sitting down hard and taking my full length to lifting up to just hold my glans between her pussy lips.
At first it felt a bit dry as I’d sucked up all her pussy juices, but soon her cunt was re-lubricated. She started moving more quickly and I had to shut my eyes and concentrate hard not to orgasm. Eventually, matter triumphed over mind; I held her thighs down and arched my back slightly, sending my seed deep inside her.
We stayed like that for maybe a minute and then, by some telepathic link, we both started to disengage at the same time. We stood and I adjusted and zipped up my jeans, feeling the mixed juices from both our bodies start to soak into my clothes. She had retrieved her clothes and put on her knickers; I could see my sperm soaking into her gusset.
“Yes,” I replied, with a smile.
When we were both as decently dressed as we could be (she’d started to get a dark patch on the crotch of her jeans) we looked over to the dogging cars. The 4×4 was starting to pull away and the group had dispersed. Only the hatchback was left and, after a few seconds, that pulled away as well. “My boyfriend has gone,” she said. “We parked over there, but the car’s gone.”
“I’ll run you home,” I offered. “Where do you live?”
She thought for a moment and then said, “Where do you live? Let’s go there. I don’t think I want to see my boyfriend tonight.”
I took her to my car and we got in. As we drove to my house, we talked. Her name was Susan, but she preferred Suze, and had been living with her boyfriend for the past four years. Their relationship had started to deteriorate a couple of months before, when she’d caught him having sex with a female friend of theirs. He’ d sworn it was the only the once, but she suspected that it had been going on for some time.
We arrived at my house, a ‘tween-wars three bedroom semi in a village about ten miles from town, part of a small group of similar houses situated between the original village and the newer seventies estate. I’d have preferred something with more space and character, but it was all I could afford when I’d divorced seven years earlier.
I opened the door and showed her in. “Can I get a shower?” she asked. “I’m all sticky.”
I showed her up to the bathroom. Being a thirties house, the bathroom was quite big and I’d had a large separate shower fitted when I’d had it refitted soon after moving in. “That shower looks big enough for two,” she said, as she started to strip off. “Will you be joining me?”
How could I refuse? So we spent quite a while washing and exploring each other’s bodies. Also, it was the first time that I’d had a blow job in a shower.
Eventually we made it to my bedroom where we dried each other. We did not bother dressing, but tumbled into bed and continued to explore each other. Eventually, we fell asleep.
I awoke late the following morning, not having set my alarm clock. Suze was already up and dressed, but looking uncomfortable in her soiled jeans; she’d borrowed one of my tee shirts which looked very big on her. I looked at the time and noted that I was going to be late for work. When I made a remark to Suze about this, she said that she’d already called in sick and I decided to do the same. She then came over to the bed and undressed and we made love again.
A good while later, I drove her back to her boyfriend’s house; a two up two down terraced house in one of the seedier parts of town. “He doesn’t own it,” she said. “It’s only rented.”
He’d gone to work, but she asked me to wait outside. She emerged ten minutes later with two suitcases and a number of carrier bags and proceeded to put them into the boot. She then went back into the house and came out with cardboard boxes of shoes and other bits and pieces. After one more trip, she declared that was it and that he was welcome to anything she’d forgotten. She then locked the door and posted the key through the letterbox. “Let’s go home,” she said.
That was a few weeks ago and now it’s as if we’ve always been together. Suze jokes that her trip to the dogging definitely spiced up her sex life, but not in the way her ex-boyfriend had intended.
