... We both sat silently.
Casually, Mrs A looked over towards the car that was parked. The darkness outside masked the identity of the car and it's driver, plus our eyes were adjusting back to the dim light after the headlights had slightly dazzled us.
"Can you see who it is?" I asked
"Not really" came her reply.
After a couple of minutes, my eyes were able to focus a little more clearly, but not enough to see what the owner of the other car was doing.
I pressed the button of the electric window and the motor whirred breaking the silence as it slid down a couple of inches. The faint hush of the night entered the window and so did the cool air.
After a few more moments there was still no movement from the other direction. "Do you want to carry on?" I asked.
Mrs A didn't reply, she glanced over to the other car, then at me, then back again across the car park.
She slid down in the seat, took another look out the window and then closed her eyes as she got comfortable, "Tell me if you see anything" she said, meaning to warn her if the driver of the car got out.
Again, she slowly began to play with herself. Her fingers moving slowly up and down. Her movements growing steadily , her head tilting back slightly.
I didn't resist the urge to take another photo, I just snapped one and the flash momentarily lit up the inside of our car. I knew it would give away the fact we weren't just sat there, after all, why else would we be sat in a dark car park late at night.
Mrs A opened her eyes and looked at me with one of her looks, had I done something wrong? But she just lay back and carried on.
I heard a faint click and saw a low glow spread along the bottom of the drivers door as his courtesy light gave him away as his car door opened. He quickly closed it and all became dark again.
I heard a slight crunching sound as he stealthily stepped closer to our car.
"He's got out" I said. Mrs A stopped, looked across, but stayed in the same position but closed her legs.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"He's getting a bit closer" I replied.
As he neared our car, I recognised him as someone we had met on one of our earlier trips out a few weeks ago.
"It's the geography teacher". Now, we had no idea what the man did for a living, nor anything about his working career. But, as anyone who goes dogging will tell you, people get nick names from how they dress or behave.
This particular chap just reminded us of a geography teacher from the way he was attired.
Anyway, back to the story.
Mrs A relaxed, I asked her if she wanted to carry on.
She looked out of her window and then saw "Teach" stood at the back, side window having a glance in.
She smirked and said "He isn't wanking yet then?!" Making us both giggle.
The last time we had seen him, he caught us in a similar position, whipped out his cock and started to wave it at Mrs A and then wanked off for a while watching her. (More about that tale another time)
I asked "Are you going to show him a bit more? Open your legs and let him have a good look"
She glanced at me smiling a bit nervously and then opened her legs to show off a little more.
Teach then stood at her window. He watched for around ten seconds and then true to form, he got his cock out and started to show it off and display it for Mrs A to look at.
Mrs A started giggling and looked at his cock as he posed and played with himself. " Would you like to have a play with it?" I asked...
Here is a couple of the shots I captured as the scene unfolded. More to come later.
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