A Dogging Encounter

AFTER DARK DIARIES | BREATHLESS | A DOGGING ENCOUNTER

I’d driven past the turning twice before. On the third night, curiosity finally got the better of me.

I’d known about the car park for months. There was nothing particularly interesting about it during the day, just a patch of tarmac a few miles outside town where people parked to walk their dogs or disappear along one of the footpaths through the woods.

At night, it had a different reputation.

I’d stumbled across it online and then, predictably, spent far too much time reading about it. There were vague directions, comments from regulars and discussions about which nights were busiest, but nobody needed to explain why people went there.

The idea fascinated me, although it wasn’t simply the thought of having sex outdoors because I’d done that before. This was different. It was the anonymity, the watching, the possibility of somebody seeing you and the fact that you might end up touching someone whose name you never even knew.

Twice I’d driven along the road late at night and lost my nerve just as I reached the turn. This time, with the town disappearing behind me and mist hanging over the road ahead, I slowed down and turned in.

After Dark

The mist hung between the trees and caught in my headlights as I followed the narrow entrance into the car park. There were already seven or eight cars there, parked around the edges rather than bunched together, but most were dark and for the first minute or so I wondered whether I’d got the wrong place.

I parked near the back, switched off the engine and waited.

Once my eyes adjusted, the place gradually began to reveal itself.

There were two people sitting in the car opposite me. I hadn’t noticed them until its interior light came on briefly, showing a man and woman in the front seats before everything went dark again.

Further along, a stationary car flashed its headlights. A man who had been leaning against another vehicle looked across but didn’t move immediately. Somewhere behind me a window lowered, and I heard the murmur of voices before it closed again.

Nobody was wandering around shouting invitations or banging on windows. In fact, most people barely spoke at all. Cars stayed where they were while lights, windows, doors and movements did most of the talking.

I watched a man walk towards one vehicle and stop several feet away. Whatever passed between him and the occupants was too subtle for me to see, but a few seconds later he turned around and went back to where he’d been standing.

There was a strange order to the place. The longer I sat there watching it, the more my initial nervousness gave way to fascination, and beneath that was an unmistakable feeling of arousal.

Nothing had even happened to me yet.

Then She Arrived

The dark saloon pulled in perhaps ten minutes later and parked three spaces from mine.

I only knew she was alone because her interior light came on a moment later, illuminating her through the windscreen. She looked somewhere in her forties, with dark hair falling around her shoulders and a long coat over a fitted black dress.

She was attractive, definitely, but it was her confidence that caught my attention. She wasn’t peering nervously through the windows, wondering what she’d stumbled into. She knew exactly where she was, and from the calm way she checked herself briefly in the mirror before the light went out again, I had the feeling she’d done this before.

For a while, nothing happened. Then her headlights flashed briefly across the parked cars.

A couple of people noticed, and so did I.

My cock was already pressing against my jeans when she opened the door and stepped out. She stood beside the car for a moment, looking around before her eyes eventually settled on me.

I held her gaze.

The slightest smile touched her lips before she turned away and walked towards the darker edge of the car park. I stayed where I was, wondering whether I’d imagined the invitation, until she stopped beside the trees and looked back at me.

That was enough.

I got out of the car.

No Introductions

The cold hit me as soon as I stepped outside.

She had stopped beside the trees, close to a wooden barrier separating the tarmac from the footpath beyond. I walked towards her, hearing the gravel beneath my shoes and wondering whether she could tell how nervous I was.

I stopped a couple of feet away rather than assuming anything, leaving the final distance between us for her to close.

She did.

She looked me over without embarrassment, her eyes dropping briefly to the front of my jeans before meeting mine again. That alone made me harder.

Neither of us said hello. There didn’t seem much point when we’d both come to a place like this knowing exactly what it was about.

I moved closer and put my hand against her waist. She stayed where she was, watching me as I let my hand slide around her body and over the curve of her hip.

When I moved higher, she caught my wrist.

For half a second I thought I’d misread her, but instead she pulled her coat open, took my hand and placed it firmly over her breast.

I squeezed it through the thin material of her dress and felt her nipple hard beneath my palm as she leaned into me. My other hand went around her waist and pulled her closer until my erection was pressing against her.

She felt it.

That little smile appeared again as she slowly rubbed herself against the hard bulge in my jeans. After all those weeks of imagining what might happen if I ever found the nerve to turn into this car park, the reality of having a stranger pressed against me in the darkness was far more intense than anything I’d pictured.

Then gravel moved somewhere behind us.

I looked over my shoulder.

Two men were standing several metres away, watching.

She looked at them too, but instead of closing her coat or moving away, she opened it a little further.

And that was when the night really began.

Someone Was Watching

She loved being watched.

Fuck, so did I.

I put my hand back on her breast, squeezing more firmly this time while my other hand slid down her side and found the hem of her dress. She opened her legs slightly as my fingers moved underneath it and travelled slowly up the inside of her thigh.

When I reached her knickers, I could already feel how wet she was through the fabric.

I rubbed her between the legs and she pushed herself against my hand, her breathing becoming heavier as I slipped my fingers inside her knickers and touched her pussy.

She was soaking.

I rubbed her clit slowly with two fingers. Her eyes closed and she leaned back against the barrier, opening her legs wider as I pushed one finger inside her.

She gave a low moan and pushed herself down onto it.

I fucked her slowly with my finger while my thumb rubbed her clit, feeling her getting wetter as she began moving her hips against my hand. When I glanced behind us again, a third man had joined the others.

She saw him too.

Instead of covering herself, she pushed herself harder onto my finger.

Her Rules

One of the men began moving closer.

The moment she opened her eyes and looked at him, he stopped. Nothing was said, but after a few seconds he stepped back again.

She watched him retreat, then turned her attention back to me, took hold of my wrist and pressed my hand more firmly between her legs.

I pushed a second finger inside her.

She tightened around them as I worked both fingers deeper, curling them inside her while my thumb continued rubbing her clit. Her head tipped back and another moan escaped her, louder this time.

Then her hand moved to the front of my jeans.

I was rock hard.

She squeezed my cock through the denim before reaching for my belt. I helped her with it, fumbling slightly because my fingers were wet and I was far too turned on to pretend otherwise.

She laughed quietly.

It was the first sound she’d made that wasn’t a moan, and something about that small, very human moment made the whole thing feel even more real.

I opened my jeans and freed my cock.

Her hand closed around it immediately.

She stroked me slowly, her hand moving along my shaft while she looked straight into my eyes. Then she glanced towards the men watching us.

My cock twitched in her hand.

Her smile told me she’d noticed.

Giving Them Something to Watch

She turned around and leaned forward against the wooden barrier, her coat falling open around her hips as she reached down and pulled her dress higher.

Her knickers were around one ankle now, leaving her arse completely bare.

She looked over her shoulder at me as I put both hands on her arse, squeezing it before spreading her cheeks apart.

She pushed herself backwards into my hands.

I slapped one cheek, not particularly hard, but enough to make her react.

She pushed her arse towards me again.

This time I slapped it harder.

She moaned, and I knew the men behind us had seen everything.

I ran my hand between her legs and pushed two fingers back inside her pussy. She was even wetter than before, and her hips moved with my hand as I fucked her with my fingers.

I pulled them out, rubbed them over her clit and pushed them back inside.

She groaned and dropped her head.

“Fuck.”

It was the first actual word she’d spoken all night.

Hearing her voice after so much silence sent another surge through me. My cock was throbbing now and all I wanted was to get inside her.

She seemed to know.

Her hand disappeared into her coat pocket and came back holding a condom. Without turning around, she reached behind herself and placed it in my hand.

No More Waiting

I tore the packet open and rolled the condom over my cock while she waited in front of me, her dress around her waist and her bare arse pushed towards me.

Several strangers were watching me put it on.

By then I didn’t care.

I stepped closer and rubbed the head of my cock between her wet lips. She immediately pushed backwards, trying to take me, but I teased her once more, sliding through her wetness without entering her.

She made an impatient noise and pushed back again.

This time I gripped her hip and pushed my cock inside her.

She was wet enough that I slid in easily, but tight enough to make me stop when I was fully inside.

“Fuck…”

This time the word came from me.

She felt incredible. Hot, wet and tight around my cock while cold night air touched the rest of my body.

She pushed her arse backwards and took me even deeper.

Whatever thought I’d had about taking things slowly disappeared.

I pulled back and thrust into her again, then again. She began pushing back to meet me and within seconds I was fucking her properly.

Raw

My hands gripped her hips as I drove my cock into her, pulling her back towards me with every thrust.

The harder I fucked her, the harder she pushed back.

Her bare arse slapped against me and the sound carried across the quiet car park alongside her moans and my increasingly ragged breathing.

There was nothing graceful about it, and I didn’t want there to be.

I was fucking a stranger against a wooden barrier while several men stood in the darkness watching us. After all the weeks I’d spent wondering what it would actually feel like, the reality was filthier, messier and far more exciting than anything I’d imagined.

I looked towards the watchers.

There were four now, perhaps five. One stood close enough for me to make out his face, another remained beside a parked car, while the others were little more than silhouettes.

She looked towards them too.

Then, still watching them, she deliberately pushed her arse back onto my cock and took me deep inside her.

Jesus Christ.

I tightened my grip on her hips and fucked her faster.

She cried out.

“Yes.”

I drove into her again.

“Harder.”

I gave her exactly what she wanted, my hips hitting her arse with every thrust as I fucked her harder and deeper. She was soaking wet around my cock and I could hear it every time I pushed inside her.

Her moans grew louder.

“Don’t stop.”

I wasn’t going to.

She Wanted Them to See

I reached around her and slid my hand between her legs without slowing down.

My fingers found her clit and she gasped, pushing herself back against my cock as I rubbed her. Her legs began trembling, but she kept meeting every thrust.

“Quicker.”

I increased the pace, fucking her faster while my fingers worked her clit. She was drenched now, and every time I pulled back and thrust into her again I could feel how wet she’d become.

Her hand slipped from the barrier for a second before she caught herself, laughing breathlessly until the next thrust turned the laugh into another moan.

That tiny imperfection made it hotter.

Her dress was bunched awkwardly around her waist, my jeans were halfway down my arse and my shoes kept slipping slightly on the damp gravel. At one point my knee knocked against the wooden barrier hard enough that I knew I’d feel it the next morning.

None of it mattered.

This wasn’t some perfectly choreographed fantasy. It was hurried, messy outdoor sex with strangers watching, and that was exactly why it felt so fucking good.

She reached between her legs and covered my hand with hers, pressing my fingers harder against her clit.

“Like that.”

I kept the same movement.

Her pussy began tightening around my cock and I could feel every contraction.

“Oh fuck… don’t stop.”

I fucked her through it.

Her whole body tensed before she came hard, crying out into the darkness as her legs shook and her arse pushed desperately back against me.

She was drenched.

Feeling her come around my cock took away whatever control I had left. I managed another few hard thrusts before my orgasm hit.

I grabbed her hips and buried my cock as deeply as I could inside her, coming hard into the condom while she continued pushing herself against me.

For several seconds I stayed there, still buried inside her while both of us struggled to catch our breath.

Then I heard the crunch of gravel behind us as one of the men began walking away.

The audience was already disappearing.

Back to Strangers

I pulled out slowly and stepped back while she lowered her dress. For a few seconds neither of us said anything as I removed the condom, tied it off and sorted my clothes out.

The change in atmosphere was almost surreal.

A few moments earlier I’d been fucking a stranger against the edge of a public car park while several men watched. Now she was pulling her knickers back up, buttoning her coat and smoothing her hair as calmly as though she’d simply stepped outside for some fresh air.

One of the men had already returned to his car. Another disappeared towards the trees and, within a minute, most of the watchers had drifted away.

Nobody congratulated us or made some stupid comment. Nobody tried to turn what had happened into anything more.

The moment had happened, and now it was finished.

I looked at her and smiled.

She smiled back.

For the first time all night, I nearly asked her name. I wanted to know whether she’d noticed me sitting nervously in my car when she arrived, whether she came here regularly, even whether she’d chosen me deliberately or I’d simply been the man standing in the right place at the right time.

But asking any of it suddenly seemed wrong.

Whatever had happened between us belonged to this place and this night. We’d barely exchanged half a dozen words, yet I’d had my fingers inside her, she’d held my cock in her hand and minutes later she’d been pushing herself back onto me while strangers watched us fuck.

Knowing her name wouldn’t have made any of that more real.

She stepped closer and rested her hand against my chest.

Then she kissed my cheek.

That small gesture surprised me more than almost anything else she’d done. After everything we’d just shared, there was something strangely intimate about such an ordinary little kiss.

She gave me one last smile before turning and walking back towards her car.

I watched her go.

The Car Park Moves On

I returned to my own car but didn’t start the engine straight away.

My heart was still beating harder than usual and my body hadn’t quite caught up with the fact that it was over. Through the windscreen I watched her reach her car, open the door and climb inside.

A moment later her interior light came on.

For the first time since she’d arrived, I saw her clearly again. She checked herself in the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted the neckline of her dress before reaching for the light.

Before she switched it off, she glanced across at me.

I smiled.

So did she.

Then darkness returned.

Her headlights came on a few moments later and she reversed slowly from the space. As she passed my car, she looked across once more before disappearing through the entrance and onto the narrow road beyond.

I stayed where I was.

The strange thing was how quickly the car park carried on without us.

At the far end, another interior light came on and remained glowing inside a parked car. Two men who had been standing apart began moving towards it, while somewhere behind me another car door opened.

A new vehicle turned in from the road, its headlights sweeping across the tarmac before it found a space and went dark.

Twenty minutes earlier, I’d been the nervous newcomer sitting behind the wheel and wondering what the hell I was doing there.

Now somebody else might have been doing exactly the same thing.

The Drive Home

Eventually I started the engine and drove out.

The mist had thickened slightly, turning my headlights into pale tunnels through the darkness. The car park disappeared behind the hedges almost immediately and, within a few miles, the first streetlights began appearing ahead.

A roundabout.

A closed petrol station.

Rows of dark houses.

Everything looked completely ordinary.

Nobody passing me could possibly have known that less than half an hour earlier I’d had my fingers inside a stranger, felt her hand wrapped around my cock and then fucked her from behind while a group of men stood watching.

That thought made me smile.

For months I’d imagined the place would be noisy and chaotic, perhaps even a little ridiculous. Instead, what stayed with me was how little anyone had needed to say.

The flash of headlights across dark tarmac. An interior light coming on inside a parked car. The sound of a door opening, footsteps on gravel and a woman looking across the darkness before looking back a second time.

After that, I remembered sensations more than signals.

The tight heat of her pussy around me. Her arse hitting against my hips as I fucked her harder. The sound of her getting wetter, her fingers pressing mine against her clit and her voice finally breaking through the silence.

“Quicker.”

Then later:

“Don’t stop.”

Even remembering it was enough to make my cock stir again.

I laughed to myself and shifted in the driver’s seat.

Maybe I’d see her again. Maybe I’d return a dozen times and never see that dark saloon pull into the car park again.

Oddly, I was fine with that.

What had happened didn’t need breakfast the following morning, an exchange of numbers or an awkward message asking whether we’d both enjoyed ourselves. It belonged exactly where it had happened, in a dark car park beyond the edge of town where people communicated with lights, glances and the decisions they made once they stepped out of their cars.

As the road brought me back towards the town, I glanced into the rear-view mirror.

There was nothing behind me except darkness.

But I could still picture her bent over that barrier, her coat open, her dress around her waist and her bare arse pushing back onto me while strangers watched.

That was the image I knew would stay with me.

I’d driven past that turning twice before.

Next time, I wouldn’t.