naughtywigan likes a little story, and as we haven't been out for a while, we'll share a night with a special night, nor a typical one, but an actual one that i made a diary account of last year..the story is plucked from those pages at random, so don't concearn yourself with the following car, its a very rare occurence in our experience.
we leave home at 10pm, hoping the black mac and clip clop of leather boots doesn't appear too out of character with the neighbours. the earlier cloudburst has all but dried up, the air is warm, the jasmin over the porch is at its fragrant best.
mrs dirty reaches for a cd, bon jovi screams out from the player, a faint whiff of vodka reaches my nose, momentarily overpowering the spicey tang from a perfume haggled for, true tourist fashion, from a north african souk. the aroma seems appropiate on such a balmy night, sadly the feilds of wheat passing by the window have little to offer in evoking the atmosphere of an arabian bizzare.
we pull onto the track which leads to the forest clearing. headlights move in the distance. three cars are parked along the verges as we turn into the loop, other vehicles are parked in the main spot. an indicator flashes as we pass, its a couple we know, we wave our aknowledgement before continuing on to the main parking area. the engine clinks and clatters as it cools, i sit back and breathe in the smells of the forest. pine, wild honeysuckle and a scattering of buxus sempervirens, relics of grander surroundings from the 18'th century.
the peace is shattered by the sudden appearance of a face at my open window. "are you alright"? a heavy set man in his mid 50's enquires in a think norfolk accent. "we're fine mate, ta" i reply, not wishing to get involved in drawn out conversation, yet cautious of appearing rude, lest the man is someone i should remember from a previous encounter. "much happening"? he asks, my reply is a short, but polite,"not sure mate, we've only just arrived ourselves". "thass gittin to be a rum owd plaace down here thow, owd matey in that blue motor reckon hees doin an article fer sum owd website, heya herd of it"? he gives me the name, it rings no bells, and i tell him so. "so, what you two into then"? he asks, "we usually have a bit of fun with eachother mate, thats all", "ooh, i see, so you don't invoolve others then"? he leans further into the opening, his eyes land on mrs dirty's stocking tops, "helloo my dear, i'm gooin to heff to pley mith meself lookin at yer owd legs, ken i see a bit further up booty"? mrs dirty obliges him, by lifting her mini skirt higher, showing off a union jack thong i made her wear, "bugger ass got me goin, ass a pity you int lookin for a bit o a pley, anywey, i'm goin to heff a look up the other pleice, see whots goin orn, see ya later booty, see ya mate, bye then" he limps to his car, we chuckle to ourselves, one of life's characters.
other cars are stopping, and footsteps approach, i wind up the window as a precaution, we really don't want to get caught in chat all night. tap tap tap, "oh fuck, whos that"? i whisper to mrs d, she shrugs, "well, if you open it, don't gasbag all night" she groans. tap tap "dirty, its me, pete" comes a muffled voice..the window opens "hello pete, hows it going"? pete gestures towards a silver hatchback "who is the couple in there"? he asks..i crane my neck to see the vehicle in question, before conceding i hadn't noticed them."they were up the other end, but got frightened off by the usual lot" he sooner had he spoken, two vehicles thunder down the track, one breaks off to explore a smaller track, the other turns into the clearing, spots the vehicle, and parks. the glow from a mobile phone shines from the blackened interior, ten minutes later a convoy of vehicles arrive. the couple leave, the convoy follow.
an hour later, we share the forest with only four other vehicles. "what do you think"? i ask mrs dirty. she pulls back her seat, and reaches for her bag, pulling out a slender pink vibrator. the "whisperer" purrs gently as she strokes it down her pussy, her breathing becomes heavier as i caress her now bare breasts. the palm of her hand pushes into my crotch. tap tap tap "oh fuck's sake" i groan, i wind down the window once again ."hello mate" beams a guy in his early 20's."what can we do for you mate" i ask, realising the question might be miss-interpretted. "you remember me, we spoke before", "oh, yeah, how are you"? i respond, not recognising the face at all.."much happening"? he continues. a door slams, a figure walks over to join the conversation", "bit bloody quiet tonight" the man shouts, adding "haven't had a shag for a fortnight"! i fall back in my seat in a gesture of resigned surrender. "hello dear" he shouts into the window, "not disturbing anything was i"? mrs dirty glares back, but says nothing."look, i'm not being funny guys, but quasimodo has got more fucking chance of getting a love bite on his fucking bell end, than we have of getting it on here, if you wan't to watch, watch, but lets keep the clatter down, i don't want her biting the end of my fucking knob off trying to talk to you lot"..i switch the interior light on, and resume. the guys move to mrs dirty's side, but her window is up, i lower it, but tell them not to touch. a door slams, another figure appears, joins the others, cannot get a clear look, so comes to my window. i pull mrs d's legs over my seat, open my door, and take a dive for the muff, mrs d tweaks her nipples. a silver bmw pulls alongside and parks 15 feet away, the driver remains dirty sits up in my seat, leans out, and whilst fingering her wet pussy, gives me some liposuction. the guys rush around to my side, one gets his dick out, the younger one does the same. there is a loud grunt, mrs d looks up to see a jet of dogger juice arc past her face. the man puts himself away, says "thanks for that" and returns to his car, driving off without lights, until well past us. i pull mrs d forward by her soft rounded hips, and show the lads what a crap shagger i am. two cars approach, we stop, the guys move away. "that couple are back" i exclaim, "that looks like petes car with them".mrs d says "oh yes, i wonder what they will do'?, "dunno, might be lucky, we'll have to see, just hope the rat pack don't find them"
ten minutes later, mrs dirty is again reclined in her seat, now totally naked except for her fishnet hold-ups. the soft latex dildo sliding in and out of her pussy is getting a bit much for one man, who reaches in and places a hand on mrs d's flange.i'm about to repeat my request to not touch, when mrs d lets out a exctatic moan, erm, that fucks that idea i think, he has hit the spot, looks like miss dirty is happy..i look up and notice a lady looking back, she is attractive, plump mid 30's i estimate. her partner is standing behind her, arms folded protectively around her waist, i say nothing. mrs dirty is now writhing with pleasure, this man is doing some strange things with his fingers, she pulls the dildo out, lays back and raises her legs. the squelching increases and her body stiffens, the mans fingers now pumell her vagina, beads of perspiration run down her neck and onto her rigid small breasts, "ahh, ahh" she pants..squelch squelch, the man's hand is a blur, mrs d lets out a loud "ahhhhhhh ahh" raises her bottom off the seat, then collapses..fucking hell, i think, i've never managed to do that, i'll have to get a book about it i muse. "did you like that"? i ask, laughing..mrs dirty looks at the man for the first time, "yes, that was nice, thanks".."thank you" says the man, he leans forwards, "thank you mate", he raises a thumb and leaves.
the couple are visitors from essex, they hadn't been dogging before, but were were on holiday, and had read about the site on the net..i glanced across at the silver bmw, he is going to be trouble i thought. it was late, and time for us to go. we said goodbye to the couple, who thanked us for the show. they didn't think things were going to work out, they had been chased up and down all night, "you did well to stay" i laughed, the husband replied, "i'm an ex para, i can handle those muppets" he grinned. i looked at him, and was sure he could, he had the eyes. we left. the bmw followed. "fuck's sake, fucking idiot is on our tail, fucking knew it" ten miles later, he was still visible in the rear view mirror, we pulled over, he did too. i reached for the door, mrs dirty grabbed my arm, "what are you doing" she yelled, i relaxed, sat back, and drove on, so did he. two miles later, i pulled into a long layby, he glided in and stopped ten feet behind, i reversed, he backed out into the road, overtook, then parked ten feet in front. "i'm not playing games with that cunt all night" i said, "don't worry, i'm just going to talk to him, give me the phone" i got out and approached his window, a fat bespectacled business man leered back, before driving off. "he'll be parked up the road" i muttered on pulling away, but he wasn't. having the phone to my ear must have put him off
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Sex God
Thanks Mr and Mrs D, I just love your stories and accounts of your little trips out. Reading them makes me feel as if I am stood in the background watching as the account is just so realistic. Will show this one to Mr NWC when he gets back (his idiot of a mate gone and bought an old merc which they are doing up, just done something technical with the engine and gone to test it out - they may be a very long time) :shock:
I am not playing at the moment (recovering from a sore back) so that was just what the doctor ordered
I am not playing at the moment (recovering from a sore back) so that was just what the doctor ordered
Sexpert
Another great post :thumbup: really enjoyed it,
Ahhhh
Back from another weekend away and I log on to find a Dirty Tale, all is right with the world! Thanks Mr D
Whilst away I came across a very nice, selcuded little car park with lots of small pulls ins and overhanging trees thatjust shouted DOGGING at me. I had a little time to kill so parked up...just on the off chance. Despite the promising location, me, the rain, the car and a squirrel were the only things that entered the car park and the squirrel didn't even have the decency to show me its nuts!
Oh well, I didn't expect to see much as it was late afternoon.....waste of a really nice car park though!
Back from another weekend away and I log on to find a Dirty Tale, all is right with the world! Thanks Mr D
Whilst away I came across a very nice, selcuded little car park with lots of small pulls ins and overhanging trees thatjust shouted DOGGING at me. I had a little time to kill so parked up...just on the off chance. Despite the promising location, me, the rain, the car and a squirrel were the only things that entered the car park and the squirrel didn't even have the decency to show me its nuts!
Oh well, I didn't expect to see much as it was late afternoon.....waste of a really nice car park though!
Sex God
Outstanding prose as always :-)
Thankyou for the giggle .
By the way that avatar isnt a suggestion its an order !
xx
Thankyou for the giggle .
By the way that avatar isnt a suggestion its an order !
xx
thanks to the gang, for their kind words, xxx..just arrived back from a rendevous with the master..an improptu visit to a "potentially" great site, such as serendipity described. it was dusk when we arrived, and there was an amazing "churring" sound from the trees that skirted the open heath beyond. we realised they were nightjars, we watched them dance across the sky. the moon was rising, it was an unbelievable shade of yellow and the golden glow lit the oak trees up in a magical halo of light. i grabbed the master by the arm an exclaimed "just look at that scene" a barn owl flew, ghostlike over the fields, while the puddles from the earlier rain reflected the amber hue from the rising moon. he replied "pity there weren't any couples about" ...jeeez, there is no hope for some people, a moment like that, and he thinks about sex, what a fucker
Orgasminator
A pleasure always to read of your adventures mr & mrs D, you are my inspiration on how to live your life.
Warming the Bed
hmmmmmm.....reading that is a great way to spend the afternoon...now to sort out the night.....
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while the puddles from the earlier rain reflected the amber hue from the rising moon. he replied "pity there weren't any couples about" ...jeeez, there is no hope for some people, a moment like that, and he thinks about sex, what a fucker
:lol:
You have to admire the man for his continuity though....while you were away with the fairies having a Lord Byron moment he was totally focused!
away with the fairies, me? 
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the master didn't see the reality, for he was lost in imagination, but i take your point regarding his dedication to the game, the man never stops dogging.. :lol:
now, did i ever tell you about the night in italy? there i was, drunk, and slumped on the deck of a cargo ship sailing out of naples for the island of sardinia. the night was balmy and the smells of jasmine and orange blossom wafted across the bay. the sillouette of mount vesuvius stood out against the clear backdrop of twinkling stars and the wake of the ship rippled gently on the shores of capri..as the vessel left the sanctuary of napoli and headed into the dark void, the sky turned crimson, the volcano on the island of strombolli was particularly active tonight, and was spitting its angry fire into the heavens, i took another sip from the bottle, and heard the soft voice of angelena. her hair blew in the gentle breeze, as her eyes gazed out across the ocean. in my drunken daze, i dragged myself up, and stood by her side. hanging onto the side of the ship, i looked at the plume of smoke eminating from the crater, within the bellowing embers was a mini lightning storm and the lava hissed as it trickled into the waves below. "kinda makes you think" i slurred. she looked at me, smiled, then brushed her satin hair from her soft olive skin, then, raising a finger, she placed it over my lips, shook her head gently, and whispered in her wonderfully seductive southern italian accent, "no, you must not think, for this is only real when you put no thought to it"
awwww, bollocks, i didn't mention the moon, moons are always good in that context, shit, knew i'd forgotton something..and in case the lads are wondering, naa, i never did get to bone it
shad, praise is one thing, but bloody hell :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: i'm a fat twat, if thats your insperation, i'll see you in the pie shop :lol: :lol: thanks anyway :wink:
ops: the master didn't see the reality, for he was lost in imagination, but i take your point regarding his dedication to the game, the man never stops dogging.. :lol: now, did i ever tell you about the night in italy? there i was, drunk, and slumped on the deck of a cargo ship sailing out of naples for the island of sardinia. the night was balmy and the smells of jasmine and orange blossom wafted across the bay. the sillouette of mount vesuvius stood out against the clear backdrop of twinkling stars and the wake of the ship rippled gently on the shores of capri..as the vessel left the sanctuary of napoli and headed into the dark void, the sky turned crimson, the volcano on the island of strombolli was particularly active tonight, and was spitting its angry fire into the heavens, i took another sip from the bottle, and heard the soft voice of angelena. her hair blew in the gentle breeze, as her eyes gazed out across the ocean. in my drunken daze, i dragged myself up, and stood by her side. hanging onto the side of the ship, i looked at the plume of smoke eminating from the crater, within the bellowing embers was a mini lightning storm and the lava hissed as it trickled into the waves below. "kinda makes you think" i slurred. she looked at me, smiled, then brushed her satin hair from her soft olive skin, then, raising a finger, she placed it over my lips, shook her head gently, and whispered in her wonderfully seductive southern italian accent, "no, you must not think, for this is only real when you put no thought to it"
awwww, bollocks, i didn't mention the moon, moons are always good in that context, shit, knew i'd forgotton something..and in case the lads are wondering, naa, i never did get to bone it
shad, praise is one thing, but bloody hell :oops: :oops: :oops: :oops: i'm a fat twat, if thats your insperation, i'll see you in the pie shop :lol: :lol: thanks anyway :wink:
Orgasminator
Surealism has it's place Dirty and please keep em coming. I had pictures forming in my head when you were telling your tale.
Oh from one fat twat to another save me a pie would you.
Oh from one fat twat to another save me a pie would you.
Sex God
Hey all
Now that was worth sitting up all night to read lol
Serendipity, why didn't you call me, I'd have come and helped you out :!:
Mrs NWC I hope you are much better real soon. My favorite sort of Doctors Orders are the Fenland brew of the same name on tap, lovely.
Hope to see you all soon.
Regards
Harry Jones
Now that was worth sitting up all night to read lol
Serendipity, why didn't you call me, I'd have come and helped you out :!:
Mrs NWC I hope you are much better real soon. My favorite sort of Doctors Orders are the Fenland brew of the same name on tap, lovely.
Hope to see you all soon.
Regards
Harry Jones
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Does the bumps with Sarge!
S xx
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