I wasn’t really interested in sex, so I pretty much avoided it. Until I saw something that really turned me on.
#Dogging
I guess I could say I was busy, and I didn’t have the time, but that’s not really true. I had friends, and they made the time, but I was more worried about other adult things. Boring things like: work, school, rent, gas, food, bills, and I didn’t have a sex drive.
It was just, I don’t know. Like football, I guess. A lot of people, male, and female are into sports, and really enjoy it, but I couldn’t care less. I moved out to be closer to school, and commuted to the office, but I was well aware of how I looked.
Not really worried about that, but I guess I was attractive enough that I didn’t have to worry about it. I got plenty of looks, and comments. Even offers I politely refused, and I had to quit one job because of Sexual Harassment. That didn’t help, but he wasn’t really aggressive about it.
Passive aggressive, he was married, and not my boss, but he still slept around with his employees, who got rewarded for it. Any other girls around any of the other departments, that wouldn’t say no, but I mostly ignored it. It was just sex going on around me that I was dimly aware of but none of my business. If anyone was uncomfortable enough about it, she could report it, but at the same time I couldn’t really compete. So, it started looking like a dead-end job, I found another one where I could move up without sleeping my way to the top, and I took it.
This one was farther away, clear across town, so I had to take the loop, but I had some pretty great room-mates, and I could walk to class, so I left for work from school. I wasn’t taking night classes, so I worked late, and tried to get as much sleep as possible, alone. I guess that’s another excuse for being frigid: I had to sleep, and having guys, or other girls in my bed would just be a hassle.
So, what changed all that was I gave another girl a ride home from work, and she got up in the passenger seat.
“Oh my god, pull over.”
“What?” I signaled for the turn lane, but there wasn’t any shoulder, just a guard rail.
“I think they’re breaking into cars.” She got out her phone, and started calling 911, while I took the exit, and came around the cloverleaf.
“Where?”
“Over there,” I had to drive all the way back to the last exit, but she just held the phone up.
“The line is busy?”
“They haven’t picked up yet.” Finally, they did, and she said “I don’t know if it’s an Emergency, but can I talk to the police, please?” She covered it on her shoulder, to tell me “They’re transferring me.” We’re working a call-center, so handling a switch-board operator was pretty much just like our jobs. “Oh, hi.” She even went back to her friendly phone voice, “I just saw some guys breaking into cars.”
The light changed, so I could turn, and drive under the loop, but I had to stop, and wit for the arrow in the turn lane, again. “Um,” she looked up, “Where are we?”
“Maryland Heights, I think. 270, and.” I had to lean over to check the sign. “Dorsett road.” Then, the streets zig-zagged back and forth before I could turn off to the closest parking lot, but there wasn’t any oncoming traffic, this late. “The Motel 6 parking lot,” she pointed, “Keep going.” She waved me back. “Oh, I’m not driving.” To the police, “Keep going. Back behind the Hotel.”
I nodded, but then the parking lot just ended, there were some trees, and I didn’t see anyone breaking into cars. I had to check the map, and cut over to “McKelvey Hill Drive,” then “No, “Woodhollow Drive.” But I handled the grass okay. There was a fence, and some trees right up next to it, but the branches just pushed out of the way, and scraped my doors a little. It was an old beater car, it got scraped up worse than that in a grocery store parking lot, if I was lucky, it might even scrape some of the rust off.
“Where McKelvey turns into Woodhollow. Over there!” She pointed across me, so I had to stop, and back up. There wasn’t any other traffic, so I didn’t bother signaling, I just pulled around to the parking lot. It’s not on Google Maps, but you can see it in Satellite View. If you go there, cut through the apartments were most of the guys live, don’t go through the Motel parking lot.
“Oh, never mind. False alarm, I thought I saw something, but it was a mistake. Bye.” She hung up.
“What about them.” I waved at them. After all this, I guess I could even call it an adventure. I know, it sounds boring, but I skipped over a lot about my life that doesn’t just sound boring. I was a boring person, even my friends called me boring since I was a little girl, but they still hung out with me. “Now, we’re just going to let them break into the van?”
“They’re not breaking into the van,” she laughed, and I looked back, without realizing what we’re looking at.
For one thing, I should have expected them to scatter in the headlights, like roaches when you turn on the light in the kitchen. They didn’t, they just leaned over even further, and put their hands up. 1 hand, I should say their left hand to look in the windows, because their right hands were busy.
“They’re dogging.”
“Oh,” I shook my head, and almost asked, but then I tried to think of where I heard of Dogging. Oh yeah, I think it was the Graham Norton Show, I remember Chris Hemsworth, and Jessica Chastain were joking about it, but I had to look it up, to get half the jokes. It’s okay, I watch lots of British panel shows, so I’m used to looking things up, to get the joke.
“Huh!” I just turned off the lights first, then the engine. Now, I remember seeing videos show up, in the search results, but I didn’t bother clicking them. Then, I saw the Urban Dictionary definition, so I could just go back to youtube, and watch the rest of the show.
(sexual slang), a British English slang term for engaging in public sex while others watch. With the headlights off, I could see the dome light on in the van, so the men could stand up, and stop shading their eyes.
“So, they’re.” I shook my head, couldn’t even think of a good guess.
“Jerking off to something in the van. You want to stick around?”
I nodded, “You think the police are going to show up? Since you gave them directions.”
“I’m not sure, but you want to watch the cops break it up?” She held up her phone, and waved it at me.
“I don’t know.” I had no idea what to do in this situation. When I thought that they were breaking in the cars, that was obvious. Call 911, a crime is being committed, but this was just sex, and masturbation. I was out of my comfort zone, so I decided “Let’s just see what happens.”
The police didn’t show up, because she didn’t call them back. She told them it was a false alarm, but we’re talking about Breaking and Entering. Maybe theft, or even Grand Theft Auto, but not a murder. Now, we’re looking at public lewdness, and probably a bunch of other crimes, I can’t even think of, because it’s sexual.
Nobody was getting hurt, I thought. Who’s the victim here, and who would they arrest, everyone? Does that include us for watching the watchers, and “Why don’t they just use the hotel? It’s right next door, and there’s got to be enough of them to afford a room, if they put their money together.”
“Huh, they probably don’t know each other, but.” She stopped rubbing her legs, and let go. “Actually,” she pointed over her shoulder. “You mind if I get in the back?”
“No, go right ahead.” She got out, and some of the guys turned to look over their shoulders. “Hurry up, and get back in quick!” She slammed the front door, and jumped in the back, so I could hit the door locks, before they started coming over. My heart was beating out of control, and the air was off since I cut the engine, but I still had the keys in the ignition, and I even felt the keychain. Trying to figure out what I should do.
Turn the key back and crank the air conditioner, or fire it up, and drive off? I wasn’t scared, and I felt a little weird, because I should have been afraid of these strange men walking up to the car. They didn’t have their pants open, which surprised me, but I felt weirdly safe? Almost like coming home, and throwing a load of laundry in the washer. Crashing in my old room, with my little sister, and the familiar smells I remember from childhood, before I left for school.
Then, I saw her top come up in the rearview, and I got distracted. “Uh, you mind turning on the lights?” She asked nicely, and I just reached up to hit the button. I didn’t even look up from the rearview, but she pulled the shoulder straps off, her arms out, and turned her bra around to unhook it in the front.
Someone knocked on the windshield, and motioned at me to unroll the window. I shook my head, but as far as the nudity behind me. I don’t know why I got distracted, from a bunch of strangers, men, and sex perverts surrounding the car, but then the van drove past, and I saw that they still didn’t have their pants open. For some reason, my mind thought about the boringest thing I could think of, in that situation:
Electric windows, it wasn’t a new car, I got it used, and some of the windows still worked. Others didn’t, but even most old cars from the late 90s had electric windows. In fact, the only cars I could remember with the old fashioned hand cranks were my grandparent’s, but I guess it was just my mind distracting me from what was going on behind me.
I still had my blinders on, like a horse pulling a carriage down the trails by the river, so prom dates could make out in the back, because it was romantic. No windows, they didn’t even have doors, or a roof on top. So, they probably couldn’t get any farther than making out, and heavy petting. I skipped Prom, Homecoming, and every other school dance. I got asked out, hit on, and flirted with, but it just didn’t happen.
My friends couldn’t even shock me with stories about their sexploits, like prom night, because I just didn’t care. Sex was just something that happened around me, while I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t interested, but before she even got out, and back in the back seat, the air vents were off, and I noticed it was getting stuffy.
Then, her bra came off, and I thought something boring like “Oh, that’s what kind of bra she wears.” More knocks on the windows, and man’s hands motioning to us. Me in the front seat, and her in the middle of the back seat, but I couldn’t see any lower than her upper chest, unless I adjusted the mirror. Or turned to look back, but I didn’t even think of that.
They still didn’t have their pants open, but they all rubbed their crotches lewdly, and made gestures at my chest. “Huh!” I was hot, and starting to feel frigid things start to thaw. So, I unbuckled my seatbelt, and took off my jacket. Loosened my tie, and pulled it out. Unbuttoning my collar, it was a girls’ bow tie. Honestly, it looked more like a scarf, except for it was an elastic belt around the back, to tuck under my collar.
“Huh huh!” My hot collar, and now I was panting like I just ran a mile, it felt like there wasn’t enough air in here, and it was heavy with the smell of her sweat. Her breathing sounded almost as loud as mine, but I had to say something.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Unbuttoning my blouse, lower, and lower, to show the men my breasts, and my bra. Then digging out the clasp to unhook it, and let the girls drop free. 34Cs with just enough sag to get round on the bottom, but shaped like cones on top, unless I had a bra hooked up to press them into nice even domes.
“Huh, yeah. I can’t believe you’re doing it, huh!” Her voice had changed, it sounded deeper, huskier, and out of breath. I didn’t ask her why, I didn’t have to. Every time someone tried to press my buttons, they got a dialtone. We’re sorry, but the number you have dialed doesn’t exist. Please hang up, and try calling someone who gives a fuck.
“Huh, I never even thought of anything like this.” But there are so many men, and finally I decided that I wanted to see something too. At first, I had no idea what to do, so I decided to stay and watch. It was the closest to my default setting which was just to do nothing, and ignore it.
I knocked, excitedly, and pointed at their crotches. Pinched my finger, and made zipping motions, hoping that would be the right sign, for unzip your flies. Get them out, and pump them where I could see them, but even I knew the sign for that. “Yeah, you filthy wankers.” I don’t know why I switched to British. “Toss it, toss it off right in front of us!” I didn’t know what else to say, honestly it just came out, and I guess it’s what I thought a British housewife would say.
Borrowing her husband’s car, I knew the Contour was called a Mondeo from watching Top Gear, but it didn’t sound like me. That was the point, I couldn’t imagine getting topless in front of a bunch of strangers to whack off looking at my tits, either. So, I imagined some British woman, borrowing her husband’s car to go off Dogging without him.
“Huh!” 2 of them put their legs up, on either side of the hood, to hold their balls up in front of the windshield. “Oh, ha!” Then, they slowed down, their frantic stroking got slower, so it seemed like I was watching a movie. A pornographic one, obviously the editor slowed it down, so I could watch every drop spring up, and splash on the windshield.
“Ah hah uh, UH!” I heard her moan, and looked at the rearview mirror. Of course her hands were busy, but now I had to tilt the mirror down to see her fingers work between her legs. One hand, covering the other so she could rub the top, but she had 2 fingers in the bottom, plunging them in and out quietly?
I don’t know what I expected it to sound like, fapping? I’d heard it called fapping, but all I heard was my own breathing, and I let go of the mirror to pick up my right breast again. The men that got off pulled their legs off the hood of my car, then 2 more took their place. Another one got out front, and just shot it all over the hood, but the one in front of me got all the way up to beat off kneeling on the hood.
“Huh!” I just closed my eyes, and put my face up. Licking my lips, and trying to imagine what that might taste like. A facial, it’s not hard to imagine what the hot thick white sticky drops would feel like, hitting my face. With them literally running down the windshield, but I wanted it.
“Huh, cum. Lmn!” I licked my lips again. “So much cum.”
She giggled, and got back up front. Turned sideways between the seats, so she had to twist around topless, but her bra hanging. She must have put it on, but when she got back in the passenger seat, she turned around, and held her bra straps. “Can you get my bra?”
“Sure,” I hooked it up for her, then pulled the corners back up, to shake mine back in the cups, and buckle them up.
“Front clasp, nice!” The men just wandered off as they finished, and I didn’t even think to count them, before I started buttoning my blouse back up. A lot of them. A lot of men, complete strangers, I never bothered looking at their faces, but of course I’d never seen so much penis before all at once. They were all hard, and most of them blasted their testes all over the windshield. They got my windows and the side doors, too.
“Thanks, you’ve got a nice looking bra, too.” We talked about clothing, and pretty much didn’t mention what just happened, even with the semen running up the hood, and windshield once we’re decent enough to drive around, and get back on the highway. She lived nearby, because she was going to the same college, and that’s why we started ride-sharing together.
It was convenient, and it saved gas, but then I pulled up in front of her apartments, and put it in park. Also, the whole way I couldn’t help thinking about what didn’t happen. I closed the vents, and just let the engine heat up on the highway, because for once, I liked it. It made it hot in the front seat, but I didn’t want to blow the sex smells away. I could have hit the wipers, but I didn’t want to wipe the cum streaks away either. They came off at highway speeds anyway, but then we got to the building, and she hit the door locks to get out.
“Um,” nervously, she bit her lip. “That was fun, but if you never want to talk about it, I.”
I grabbed her head, and pulled her over, leaning in sideways to kiss her. That was one thing that didn’t happened, nobody kissed anybody, let alone on the genitals, and without any oral sex, it didn’t go any farther either. I didn’t even get topless, I just pulled my top open to show off my breasts, and play for them. Awkwardly, but then, she sniffed.
“Smooch,” she sat back. “Oh,” looked sown, with her hands folded in her lap. “You’re gay.”
“No, oh no. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that, I just had to kiss someone.”
She nodded, and pulled the door handle to get out. “It’s okay.” She felt her lips, and laughed nervously. “You just surprised me.”
“I surprised myself a lot tonight, but you don’t want to go back, and do it again, then?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head, just holding the door, but not turning to leave.
“Well, maybe we can talk about it, tomorrow. Get some sleep.”
“Okay, bye.” She shut the door, and walked off, but I watched her. Seeing someone for the first time, with the sexual blinders off. She stopped, and looked back, but that just showed me her chest rise, and fall with a deep sigh, and she waved. I waved back, and stuck my thumb up. My pinky out. “Call me?”
She nodded, and went back in, but you know what? It turns out she had a really sexy body. Too, we’re in college, and that’s the time to experiment. Learn things about yourselves, and maybe indulge in a little bicuriousity.
Actually, it turns out she guessed right in the first place. I am gay, and she’s not. A little bicurious, but I’m not the sort of lesbian that’s terrified of seeing a penis. even a bunch of them at once, or a whole lot of men jerking off, and watching us. In fact, that’s about the greatest turn-on I can possibly imagine, now that I have a mind that can think about such things.
In my wildest dreams, but you have any idea how hard it is to find another lesbian, that’s into having sex in public with a whole lot of strange men watching? Okay, I identify as a Lesbian, but I’m probably right around a 5 on the Kindsey Scale, but before that, I was off the scale. Not even a 0, but if I wanted kids, I could see myself letting a man impregnate me the old fashioned way. I could never bring myself to give a blowjob, I tried putting them in my mouth, but it just felt weird. The most I could ever do in a threesome (With a bicurious couple) was a hand job, and a facial, but I still like facials, and even the taste of cum.
Is that weird? I don’t know, and I don’t even care, but at least I have a sexuality now. Even though I don’t get to practice it much, and I barely have enough of a libido to go out looking for it. At least I know right were to go, so please don’t blow it up. You’re welcome to cum, and I hope to see you there, but the cops aren’t invited, so try to keep it on the down-low.
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Author
Again, this is a fantasy. I know the spot, but AFAIC, there’s no active dogging there, yet. The narrator doesn’t exist, and I haven’t even been there for years. So, don’t get your hopes up, or travel to Saint Lewis just to be disappointed. Also, please don’t cut between businesses, and apartment’s private drives, even if it is a pain in the ass to go back to the main road, and make 2 right turns. It’s not good for your car, their fence, let alone the grass and trees in the way.
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