Episode 2
So I am now a 'street slut', addicted to 'trips', mostly at night, but now I have gone a bit further. I was so horny today, I was on my own so I decided to glam myself up and take an afternoon drive.
I was really keen to pull so it was the full works, a hot and lovingly applied lipstick, nail varnish, eye makeup and perfume. Then out came the fishnet suspender tights, leather mini skirt and bra, I gently poured myself into the tight skimpy skirt, making sure that the suspender tops were just visible under the hem. Next was the bra, which I fill so much better these days, my breasts hang down feeling heavy and full within the black lacy material.
Finishing touches were added, tarty pendant earrings, or weighty metal ones. A long lingering check in the mirror, then on with my black leather jacket and killer 5" spike heel ankle boots. The finishing touch a black fur trimmed headscarf and little handbag, brimming with my seduction kit.
I teetered out to the car, and climbed into the car. Today I was going to go out into the woods and let the wind lift the folds of my skating skirt, or maybe a little more.
Not far away are some woods down near the river, it is a secluded spot, with a reputation as a lovers rendezvous. The car made light work of the muddy puddles and soon I was pulling into the empty car park. I sat and waited, my heart beating fast in anticipation, nobody was about so I stayed put, and got a mirror out to add a little more bright red lipstick.
I noticed a movement in the mirror, a black Labrador came snuffling into view, followed by man in dog walking gear, checking out the car park, and trying to see into my darkened windows. He carried on across the back of the car and off into the wood, then nothing.
I sat there dreaming of forbidden love, furtive sex, my feet were starting to get stiff (my boots are high, built for fucking not comfort). I needed a cigarette, but I don't smoke in the car, so I opened the door and slid to the ground and reached in for my handbag, got out my smokes. I lit up, drawing deeply, enjoying the red stain left by my lips on the butt. I leant across the bonnet of the car for support enjoying the breeze ruffling my short skirt. All of sudden I heard footsteps as the Labrador came running up, followed by the owner a trim looking man probably late fifties.
'I saw you in your car' he said quietly.
'Do you like what you see?' I said, he nodded 'Your heels are incredible, may I touch them?'
Without really waiting he bent down and started to stroke them, they had a few specs of mud on them. 'May I clean them for you?' I thought, my mind racing, his head was close to my crotch which was starting to bulge in an unladylike way, did he realise? Here goes nothing 'You can kiss them if you like'.
He quickly went down on his knees and started to lick my boots, I lifted the heels so he could lick them clean. Now or never, I reached down and took his hand, and slowly pulled it up my fishnets, until he could feel between my legs. His hands were cold, and thankfully that cooled me down a little.
His eyes were wide, but he leant forward to lift my skirt, then pushed his head under my skirt and kissed the damp patch in my red panties. I pulled away, not ready for this. 'No you satisfy yourself for me'
He undid his trousers still on the ground and started to play. I was so excited that I had to join him. I turned round and hitched up my skirt, 'Over my panties - now' I leant over the bonnet and felt him between my bum cheek, then he groaned and I felt the cause of his groan land on my cheeks.
At that point his dog came bounding over, I slipped off my wet panties, and got back in the car. When I drove off his trouser were still round his knees. My first dogging encounter.
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