I really needed a wank.  I have been known to do it while driving, but the motorways are so busy, cameras everywhere.  I was on my way home after two days of hard sell to a reluctant customer.

“We’ll be in touch.”

They had said.  I could do no more.  The next morning, I set off for home.  My boss had just called to say that they had signed.  I had an erection, success makes me horny.  If they had signed yesterday, I would have tried my luck in the hotel bar and spent my exuberance in whoever I picked up, even if I'd had to pay for it.

I am a divorced man and reserve the right to shoot my precious emotion lotion whenever and wherever I choose to.  I pulled into a service station.  Not to wank in a cubicle, I do have standards.  I tapped ‘Places of interest’ on the satnav.  There was a country park nearby.  That would do for a nice open air wank.  I tapped ‘Start’.

The car park was empty.  Perfect.  I moved to ths passenger seat and pushed my pants down.  Lovely.  The sun was streaming through the open window, warming my cock.  Apart from the buzz of traffic from the nearby motorway, the only sounds were birdsong.

My imagination is the only stimulation I need.  I had time to kill, I would enjoy a nice leisurely wank.  Perhaps I would visit a parlour close to my home later, this would be a primer.  I moved my hand up and down my shaft, admiring the shiny tip as the skin pulled back on the down stroke.  Tissue in the other hand, ready for the happy ending.

“Do you need any help with that?”

I jumped.  I had not seen anybody near.  She had emerged from the trees behind me.  A dog-walker.  Female, a few years older than me.  I tried to cover myself, my erection gone.

“I'm sorry,” I stammered.  “I thought I was alone.”

“No need to apologise,” she said.  “I like to watch a man pleasure himself.  I like to be watched too.”

This was the stuff of fantasy, surely I was dreaming?

“Do you want to finish what you started, or would you like me to do it?

She said.  The dog, a Black Lab, found a patch of shade and layed down.  My cock was regaining it's confidence.  I uncovered it and said;

“Yes please.”

“Sit with your legs out.”

She ordered.  I opened the door and complied.  She had a look around to make sure that we were alone and lifted her teeshirt, revealing big heavy  tits supported by a sensible bra.  She lifted her tits out of it, allowing them to hang.  She allowed me a good feel, then knelt in front of me and reached for my cock.  She gave it few exploratory strokes, looked up at me and said;

“Nice one.”

Then popped it into her mouth, pulling my foreskin down as she did so.  The feel of her tongue around the sensitive head was wonderful.  She was as good a cocksucker as any I have experienced, perhaps experience was the key word.  She bobbed and sucked.  I thought of England, trying desperately to prolongue the pleasure.

Very soon, I could feel the spunk begin its journey from wherever it is stored.  She seemed to sense it.  She took her mouth away.

“Do you want to come in my mouth,” she said.  “Or do you have a condom?”

I had a condom.  She stood and adjusted her clothing.  I pulled my pants over my erection.  I locked the car and followed her into the woods the way she must have come out.  The dog followed.  It was a very indistinct path, even so, she turned off into the trees, zigzagging a few metres off the track.  Satisfied of privacy, again she revealed those awesome tits.  This time I had a suck as well as a good feel.

She unzipped me, undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles, wanked me up to strength again and expertly fitted the condom.  She was wearing jean's, she pushed them and her sensible knickers over her hips, turned and leaned against a tree, sticking her arse out.  An arse that was as well upholstered as her tits.

But I was more interested in what was hidden beneath.  I pushed my hand between her legs and found it.  Juicy.  I guided my cock to her slit and pushed inside, she pushed her arse back against me.  I fucked her against the tree, one hand roaming from tit to tit.  I moved the other hand down over her belly, past the thickly thatched mound and found her large prominent clitoris, rubbing it until she came.  As she came, her cunt clasped my cock, milking it.  My spunk pumping strongly into the condom.

She pulled her jean's up as I peeled off the filled condom.  Not wanting to litter, I hung it on a twig while I pulled my pants up, there would be a bin somewhere in the car park.  By the time I had adjusted my clothing, she was walking away, dog following.  Carrying the heavy condom like a trophy, I followed.  She was halfway across the car park.  Not once did she even turn round.

It had been better than wanking though.