DOGGING: MY FIRST ENCOUNTER
I slowed my pace as I entered the car park. It was deserted, as I expected it to be at
10.30 p.m. Hidden behind an office building and with no residential areas nearby, it was
the perfect location.
While it was used, during the day, for workers at any of the office buildings that
littered the area, after office hours, it had a whole new purpose all together, attracting
the attention of only a select few who knew its true function. I was told, by a close
friend, that this car park was a private hotspot for the dogging scene. The thought sent
shivers through my body that lingered around my groin.
The thrill of meeting a stranger for nothing more than a sexual encounter had
excited me, ever since I first became aware that dogging existed. I'm not normally one to
believe tales of sexual exploits from friends; however I gave this one credibility, simply
because it was Janine who told me. I've known her for a few years and she had never been
one to brag, especially about her sex life. The stories, Janine portrayed, had me hooked
and I just had to come here to experience it for myself.
At just 22 years old, I'm not that experienced when it comes to sex. I'm not a
virgin by any means, oh no, but a lack of variety, down to uptight girlfriends and my
general shyness around women, had me always feeling like I was missing out, so the thought
of meeting a woman adventurous enough to fuck in a public place, was too much to turn
down.
I’ve imagined an unhindered woman, not afraid to explore her own sexuality, and
that enjoyed performing an array of sexual delights, right here, in this car park. I
started to feel the familiar stirring in my loins and forced myself to relax. Sighing, I
checked my phone, 10.36. There were no prearrangements, just a general understanding,
that's how Janine had explained it, and there wasn't any guarantee that anyone would show
up but I had to hope someone would come.
The initial excitement soon wore off, as an hour ticked by, and then two. I sighed
and slumped away.
Then I saw movement out the corner of my eye and turned in its direction. A car had
pulled off the main road and was creeping its way up to the car park. It slowly pulled in
and parked on the opposite side from where I stood. I wondered if they could see me.
I walked back out into the open where I was standing before; next to a tree in the
middle, just off the car park, about twenty yards from the vehicle. They should be able to
see me here. A few moments ticked by and I tried not to stare, but I did glance in the
car’s direction a few times, to see if they were still there.
Then, surprisingly, the car’s headlights flicked on and off. Taking a deep breath,
I started to make my way over, my heart beating faster with every step. As the car loomed
closer I noticed the windows were blacked out, blocking any attempt to see in. As I
reached the driver’s side, the window was just coming down. A light was on in the car, and
I was met with the face of a middle-aged man. I just started to feel disappointed when he
suddenly grumbled, “Other side mate”, gesturing with his head as he spoke.
I shot a quick glance at the passenger’s seat, barely seeing a woman lounged there
before the window slid up again, shutting off my view. I quickly moved around to the other
side. Her window was already down, and an older woman was sat there. She had long, dark,
brown hair that hung down just past her breasts and deep, warm hazel eyes. She had a nice
round face however she was not overweight. Her ample breasts, pushed up against the tight
low cut top she wore, bursting to escape; I had a hard time keeping my eyes on her face.
Even though she was much older than me she was still very beautiful. She gave a seductive
smile.
“Aren't you a bit young to be out here? Your mummy might get worried,” she said, a
playful tone to her voice. Despite the obvious playfulness of it, I still felt scorned. I
bowed down so that I was level with her.
“Maybe I am a bit young, but I was looking for someone, who could ...” I trailed my
eyes down and admired the curves of her cleavage, before they came back up to meet hers
“... keep up.”
The retort had come out of nowhere, but it seemed to have worked. The woman smiled
broadly back. Without replying, she unbuckled herself and turned in her seat. She leant
forward, giving me a good view down her top, blood began rushing to my lower half as I
stared.
“You like them?” she purred.
“I love them” I replied. Somehow I managed to pull my attention from her heaving
bosom, to look her in the eye.
Flicking a glance in the driver’s direction, I wondered what part he would play.
“You don't mind an audience, do you?” she asked, catching my glance.
“An audience, to what?” I asked in a playful manner.
The woman smiled mischievously.
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