[franzine]

After my introduction to dogging by veteran dogger, I mulled over repeating the experience. It had been incredibly horny, I had taken part in swinging and group sex but never with strangers like that, in such a public place. The risk, the sheer naughtiness, the fact that the guy had come so quickly, all just filled my fiddling fantasies, as I used my finger in bed at night on my clit to make myself come. Dreams of strangers, faceless guys, wanting me and having me heightened my arousal and I would come hard and quickly, wet fingers after rubbing and squeezing my clit and pressing high in my yearning hole against the spot just above my pubic bone that gave me such intense orgasms.
I joined a dogging site on the net, initially to find out more in the local scene, but was aware from travelling back from our adventure where some of those local dogging spots were. So one day on my next holiday, I packed up my camera stuff and set off to the spots. I figured that if I didn’t see any dogging going then maybe at least I could take some outdoor pictures.

It took about an hour to arrive at the site I was thinking about. It seemed pretty deserted. Part of me was disappointed, but I was also relieved, my heart had been thumping all the way up and my pussy was wet and wanting. And when that happens, she does tend to take over and I knew I would have trouble keeping my mind rather than my pussy in command. I got out of the car and went walking round, the parking place overlooked a reservoir and a little stile led to a path down to a small copse with trees and a path, sheltered from view. I set up and took some straightforward pictures of the scenery, and as I was about to start some more revealing ones, I heard the sound of a car driving in.

I cursed my luck and picked up the camera/tripod and walked back up the path. As I ascended, a man looked down on me, smoking a cigarette and he acknowledged me as I went past and asked an innocent question about the camera. I was dressed fairly conservatively, long denim skirt, loose top and cardigan with no bra on underneath.
We chatted and I wondered why he was there. Not there to walk a dog, nor to fish, nor on his way to work. Just admiring the scenery, he said. He asked me if I wanted a hand taking some pictures and I agreed, feeling pretty sure this man was not only a dogger, but also knew that my cover story of taking pics was not a very convincing one.
He stood a little way from me and started to take pics. Looking at him, it was clear that he was aroused, his trousers bulged out and I was sure I could see a little leak developing. I had a leaky pussy too, just begging for some action.
He started to talk more suggestively...why was I out here on my own..what sort of pictures did I take...had I ever taken naughty pictures and throwing caution to the wind I told him that sometimes I did and I liked to post them on websites for people to look at.

“Why not do some here?” he ventured to say and at first I just hitched up the hem of my skirt before the naughty voice of my pussy in my head screamed out “flash him you tits...NOW!”

I’m not one to disobey and had reached that stage of need where I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I lifted up my top and let my breasts free. The nipples stood out in the cold and he took more pics and instructed me first to lift my skirt, then to show him my bum. I did so, and not having thought this through, had only a pair of black panties on, hardly lingerie of the highest order...but at that point a car drove in and our picture taking stopped for a while...

The car didn't stop long and as it went he approached me and lifted my top up and started feeling my breasts, pulling at the nipples, squeezing them, before taking them into his mouth, one at a time, sucking and nibbling. He then started rubbing that bulge, making it bigger for me, before gesturing down. I bent and undid his trousers, revealing a hard cocks....
He started to wank it gently and then looking at me as if to ask, moved it towards my mouth. I started by squatting at his feet, reaching up and then replacing his hand with my own. Started gently, looking at his face to see how he liked it, was he one who liked a soft stroke or a hard and fast jerk? As I moved my hand up and down, moistened by the precum, it was clear to me what he liked and I picked up speed and firmly but gently pulled down and up, before placing my lips and tongue on his cock. He had started to take pictures again, downwards as he gently thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, and I used my tongue to explore him as he did, my hands now feeling under his cock, between his legs, stroking and squeezing. With amazing dexterity he took pics from different angles but his hands were shaking as he drew near to the point of no return. He came suddenly, out of the blue, filling my mouth and I let his cum rest on my tongue, savouring the taste for a moment and allowing him to take a picture, before I swallowed it all down.

Just in time. A car drove up and this time people got out, we could hear their voices. Normality was restored, clothes were tidied, the camera returned to me and off we went, back to the little car park, with hardly a word spoken. He winked goodbye at me and drove off and I never saw him again......