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Peeping Tomasena

By: Chrissie39



Now before I start, you may wonder "Why Tomasena?" Well, what would you call a girl who loves to watch other people doing naughty things to each other, a female peeping Tom?

The answer is simple. I get off on every opportunity to watch couples, or any other combination of people, or any single person doing anything sexy. It started with simple dog walking. I took the dogs out one sunny afternoon; it was so warm the sun streaming through the trees.

I had let the dogs loose as it was miles from the road. Whenever my Lassie starts to act strange, like there is someone about, she always comes close to me. If a stranger comes in sight or within her hearing, she walks so close in front of me that she almost trips me up.

On that day, I looked around and saw nothing. But as I walked I could hear what sounded like a woman's voice making those unmistakable sounds of sexual pleasure. I called the dogs to me very quietly. They are very well trained so I didn't need to raise my voice.

Following the sound I spotted a man's backside pumping up and down, obviously fucking some lucky girl. I hushed the dogs to prevent them from barking and watched, getting close as I dare as he rammed his cock into her like he was some sort of fucking machine. My god, he was giving her some serious sex. 

I stayed watching as long as I dare, totally mesmerised by the spectacle in front of me, feeling my pussy getting wet at the thoughts of her being fucked so hard and so well. I think I might have been just a little jealous.

I wished it was me in her place getting well fucked, but as he groaned and was obviously about to come, I tore myself away from the sexiest sight I have ever encountered and walked quickly away. As soon as I got home my clothes were off, my fingers doing what I wanted that stranger to have done. I brought myself to one of the best orgasms I have ever had with my fingers.

The thoughts of watching those two young people in the woods stayed with me for weeks. Every time I thought about them I got all hot and wet. I started to walk the dogs more often. Every day I would scour the woods hoping to see a repeat performance.

It was several months later when, after walking the dogs, I was almost home I spotted a car parked in the trees. As I neared it I noticed it was rocking, giving away the occupants, a young couple; it was so obvious what they were doing.

I got as close as I dare and peeped through the window. The woman was riding her man such that her face was in full view. She had her eyes shut, so didn't see me as I crept closer, almost touching the car as it rocked gently on it's suspension in time with her vigorous thrusting. 

She opened her eyes and smiled at me, not blinking at my intrusion. She seemed to welcome my presence. Of course I had heard of dogging but I had never before witnessed anything like this.

She suddenly jumped off him. His cock was sticking up. It was huge. She knelt on the passenger seat and bent her head down to his cock, turning her face sideways to give me a clear view of her mouth as it devoured his big brute.

He looked at me indicating I should show myself, signalling me to pull my skirt up. But I daren't do it. As hot as I was, it was just too much for me to expose myself in public. 

I must have watched those two for half an hour before another car pulled into the car park. I walked away quickly, feeling so sexy and I rushed home to relieve myself. I lay on my bed, my clothes thrown on the floor as I tore them off, so eager was I to get my fingers to work on my wet pussy.

Closing my eyes I let my fingers roam, touching myself; first the outer lips - I felt the overflow of moisture that had seeped out, then opened my outer lips, stretching them wide, feeling the cooling effect of the summer breeze wafting through the window, fanning the flames of desire.

I was deliberately not touching my clit. That would have to wait. I wanted this to last, inserting just one finger deep into my saturated cunt, enjoying the wetness on my finger, making little circular motions round and round and driving my already overheated body into overdrive.

My mind pictured that pretty young girl riding her man, her tits bouncing in time with her lustful actions. I imagined how she must have felt, fucking him, knowing that I was watching her every move, delighting in her sexual performance. 

How I wished it was me, not her, with my cunt full of hard cock. Oh! How I needed to be filled, to be fucked hard just as she had been and, yes, I would have loved to wrap my lips around his big hard shaft, kissing and sucking him to climax. I would have taken every drop of his come, swallowing it all and then shown him the residue on my tongue before kissing him hard on his mouth, letting him taste himself, giving him a little of what he had given me.

This was getting so good. My mind is the sexiest part of my being. It can take me where no other part can. My imagination runs wild as I give in to the need to touch my clit, knowing it will make me come so quickly.

The first touch was, of course, expected. It is my finger, after all, but the shock of contact was like an electric shock, sending waves of pure pleasure through me, sending those wonderful messages to my brain, setting fire to my libido.

My clitty felt so big, so engorged, sticking out of its little hood like a tiny penis, and just as sexy. I can feel the heat as my finger rolls it gently round, making me gasp at the intensity of the passion I'm generating in my cunt.

I slipped my finger back into the slippery depths, feeling the effect that my finger was causing, my vagina gripped my finger like a vice, throbbing and pulsating; no help from me was needed. This was purely automatic.

My tits need some attention so leaving my pussy to its own devices. I grip both my nipples hard, making myself gasp with the pain and excitement of the sensations coursing through my body. Why do I love to make my eyes water by griping my nipples so hard? 

I could wait no longer. One hand stroked across my flat belly and found my clit waiting patiently for its release. I rolled my finger round it until I could stand it any longer, changing to a vigorous rubbing motion, my orgasm only seconds away. My mind tripped back to that lovely young woman riding her man.

As the climax hit me my mind was in a whirl, just imagining that his cock was buried deep inside me, my pussy gripping and squeezing him like it was trying to do to my fingers. Oh! How I wished I was that girl.

I walked day after day in those woods trying to find another couple making love outside. It had become an obsession with me; I need to watch someone fucking in the woods.

As the summer draw to a close, it became more difficult to walk the dogs in daylight. I didn't like walking in the woods at night; after all there were some very strange men at large after dark. However it would always be necessary to exercise those three hounds.

I thought it would be safe to go out with three big dogs by my side as they looked a lot fiercer that they were. In fact they were the biggest wimps ever. If anyone came near they would hide behind me, but the look of them should be enough.

So, dressed for the cold winter evening, I went out. I walked quite briskly so as not to draw too much attention to myself. The dogs ran beside me, free of their leashes. We walked about a mile and turned back for home. We had to cross the car park to get on to the road and walk the short distance home.

I noticed several cars parked - mostly in the bushes at the sides of the park. I looked, thinking those naughty thoughts. Were any of those cars full of sexy people, wanting to show off their sexual prowess?

I saw that one car had the interior light on, so I made a slight detour to walk close to it. Yes, there was a man and a girl sitting in the front seat, snogging deeply. I slowed right down as I neared the window, angling even closer, making sure that, if there was anything to see, I wouldn't miss it.

As I got to the car I just stopped, knowing it was very dangerous for a young woman to be loitering in an unlit car park at night. This couple obviously wanted to show off. What if some men had seen them and came to investigate?

My feet refused to move, seeming to be rooted to the ground. My eyes carefully watching his hands as he slowly pushed the front of her tee shirt higher until, her white bust was showing clearly. She had no bra on. There was nothing except his hand to hide her wonderful young tits from me.

He rolled her nipples around like I love to do to mine. It was making me long for sex, my pussy was getting so wet, I could feel the moisture seeping into my knickers. I wanted so much to touch myself. 

Another car came into the car park shining its lights across me and the car I was watching. It scared me so much I ran for the road leaving this wonderful sight. Why, oh why did that car come and spoil my pleasure?

Making it safely back to my home I did something very much like last time, stripping off my clothes and giving myself a huge climax, better that I had ever experienced before. It was almost as good as that first time but lacking only in the image of her fucking him. 

My husband came home and I reverted to the little housewife, cooking him some supper and watching TV until bedtime. My mind wasn't on the program though; it was in that car park, watching his hand fondle her milky white tits.

At work the following day I simply couldn't get the image of that car out of my mind, wondering how on earth I could be brave enough to stand and watch as some man made love to his girl, while I enjoyed the scene.

A plan started to form in my mind. If I had been a man no-one would have given me a second glance. It was because I am a woman that it was so risky. What could I do to overcome this situation?

One evening, arriving home after dark again, the dogs were going mad wanting their walk. The poor things had been at home alone all day but did have the run of the house and a flap in the back door to get out whenever they wanted to, though only into the back garden that had high fences to protect them.

I ran upstairs, quickly changing from my office suit to some old jeans and a big sloppy jumper. I decided I would also wear a pair of big old boots that I used for gardening. Back down stairs I found hubby's long waxed cotton coat. It came almost to the ground on me.

This effectively hid the fact I was female. I looked just like a small man with this big old coat covering my curves. I took the dogs for their usual long walk, hoping that the young couple would be in the car park by the time I returned. Alas, it was not to be, the car park was empty.

I risked waiting around for a while, knowing my husband wouldn't be home for well over an hour. I had the time, I just needed the courage. Dare I wait for someone to come? There were some old picnic benches back in the woods, dare I sit and wait for a while?

Yes I did, but it still drew a blank. No-one else came - just me, the dogs, and a big empty car park. To say I was disappointed would be the understatement of the year. I was gutted; all that planning and nothing to show for it.

Did you know those waxed cotton coats had special pockets, a normal one and another slit that you could put your hand through to reach inside. I suppose so that you could access the pockets of whatever you had on underneath. It's a clever idea, isn't it?

My jeans were too tight to put my hands in the pockets - most girls jeans are. I often wonder why they bother to put pockets in girls' jeans. They are just about useless, especially as tight as I liked to wear mine. Then it occurred to me that I could touch myself between my legs through this special pocket and give myself a big thrill. Not that it did much for me that night, except frustrate me further. There were no cars to peep in and there was no way to access my pussy either.

Like most good inventions necessity is the mother. It made me think about what I could wear in future, because I was sure to find another car sooner of later with a couple in it who wanted to be watched, wasn't I?

I returned home disappointed, still thinking about ways to be able to peep without being spotted as a woman doing a very male thing. I wanted so much to watch another couple, like in that first car, actually making love to each other. It made me so horny and excited; I wanted more of that wonderful feeling.

After supper I spent some time looking through my wardrobe trying to find just the right pair of trousers but everything I owned was tight. So tight that it was impossible to slip my hand down the top, and the zip on most of them was at the side.

Still searching I came across an old pair of open crotch tights that I bought but never wore, well only once to thrill him. He liked that sort of thing. I prefer stockings and even more I love suspenders. They are much more sexy that these horrible looking tights. Then I had an idea.

Sorting through my trousers again I found a pair of tight fitting pants that had grass stains on them from a BBQ last summer. I had tried to get the stain out but I couldn't and they were useless. I went to my sewing room and, using the tights as a pattern, cut the trousers and stitched them just like the open crotch tights.

Leaving only a waist band and four strips of material to hold up the legs, my entire crutch was now open and very exposed. Unfortunately the pants were white so I quickly mixed some dye and changed the colour to a very dark blue - navy blue much like the sort of colour of pants a man would wear for walking at night if, like me, he didn't want to advertise his presence. I washed dried and ironed them and I tried them on as soon as my hubby left for work. I stripped off my dressing gown, and, looking in the mirror, I pulled these almost trousers up and fastened them around my waist.

I admired my work. I looked so damn sexy, only the slim pieces of material covering my otherwise naked bum. The holes at the back and sides were totally superfluous; I didn't need to open them up at all. It was just vanity that made me copy the crotch less tights so accurately, knowing how much men like those ugly things.

But this wasn't ugly at all. It was down right horny. Did I dare to go out wearing nothing but these cut away trousers under his old coat? I fetched it from the cloakroom and, standing in front of my mirror, I slipped it over my shoulders. Just a tee shirt covered my upper half. I had no bra because that would push my bust up and out, I wanted, for once, to hide my wonderful tits.

I fastened the coat to the lowest button, just below my knees, standing up to see if it was obvious that I was not the man I pretended to be. My hand slipped into the false pocket, feeling naked skin, sending shivers down my spine. Was I brave enough? 

I walked out into my garden, still completely safe, but the sensations having my pussy bare under this old coat made my skin all goose pimply. I wanted to go out of the garden but I had to get ready for work, so reluctantly I went back indoors.

A quick shower and I set off to work. Oh how I hated every minute of that day, it seemed as if this evening would never come. I normally love my job but today it seemed so pointless and such a waste of my precious time; time that could have been spent looking for young couples in cars.

I raced home faster than I should have done. Thank goodness there were no police with speed cameras about. I hit ninety miles an hour along the by-pass in my eagerness to get home to those cut away trousers and hubby's old coat.

My heart was beating like a drum, so fast, like a teenager on her first date wondering if she will, or won't give in to him. That night, was it to be the night she would become a woman? Can you remember those times? I know I can very clearly, as if it were right now.

I wasted no time on the usual leisurely cup of coffee and perhaps a teacake. Nothing was going to stop me now. I dashed up to my bedroom, stripping off my suit and of course my undies, quickly finding those trousers hidden in the back of my wardrobe.

As I pulled them up around my waist I couldn't help notice the way they framed my pussy, exposed so nicely. My bum looked so round and cute and just as exposed. I felt and looked so sexy. I just knew this was going to be the night!

I wrapped my almost naked body in his coat, the hood pulled up over my head hiding most of my long blond hair. I called the dogs, and went out through the gate. It was as if I was someone else instead of the respectable house wife and career girl I had always thought myself. I felt like a tart; a brazen little tart.

My hands were busy with the dog leads until I reached the woods. Then, as soon as I had released the leads, my hands went into the special pockets, both sides slipping directly onto my bare flesh. God was I hot. I could feel the heat emanating from my exposed pussy. I could even smell the aroma that usually only made itself apparent in the bedroom; that musky smell of a woman on heat, ready for whatever her man desired of her, wanting everything he had to give and perhaps more! 

I cheated those poor dogs in my haste to get back to the car park, only to be disappointed. Not a car in sight. I sat at the same picnic table, but this time my fingers had ample access to my hot wet bits.

I had to be careful not to make myself come. It was so good being able to do this in a public place but feeling hidden from view by this big old coat. I waited for at least half an hour before the lights of a car pieced the gloom of the forest, searching as they swung around, coming to a stop only a few yards away from where I was sat.

I prayed it was not just another dog walker parking his car. I realised I was holding my breath waiting to see what happened next, my finger automatically stroking my naked flesh hidden under my coat. 

The interior lights in the car came on as someone opened the door, then the other door opened as well. In the dim glow cast by the small light I could just about make out a man and a woman. The front doors slammed shut, then the back doors opened and they both climbed in, onto the back seat. Had my prayers been answered?

As the back doors closed, the interior light faded and all was dark and very quiet. Dare I walk out to the car and peep inside? What was happening in that back seat? People don't usually get in the back of their car to sit and read, but were their intentions as base as mine?

Not wanting the dogs to give me away, I tied their leads to the picnic table and I crept slowly out towards the car, hoping I was not seen by the occupants. I was almost there when suddenly the interior light flickered on again. It didn't seem a dim glow now. It was so bright; it looked like competition for Blackpool illuminations in the dark of this lonely car park.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Had they seen me stealing forward to peep into the car? Was the light an indication of the door being opened, or was it, as I hoped, lit to show what they were doing to any dirty old man that happened to come along; or, as in this case, a dirty young woman.

Frozen to the spot, I waited to see what happened next. I could see them sitting in the back snogging like a couple of teenagers, his hands exploring the front of her shirt, the bottom of it coming open as he eased his hand further up, onto her tits.

Creeping forward again, I knew I should not be here but I couldn't help myself. I had this fixation in my mind for watching this, whatever it turned out to be. Both my hands were working on my wet pussy, bringing me dangerously close to a climax as I stood there watching this scene unfold before my eyes.

My feet wouldn't obey my instructions to stop, and crept forward, bringing me closer to the pool of light surrounding the car until I was right up to the side. I was now looking down on this young couple fondling and feeling each other, knowing they were on display to anyone who happened to look. Yes this was exactly what I had hoped for all day.


Peeping Tomasena Ch. 02





Well, as you've probably read part one, I won't bore you with all the details of my special trousers that I spent a whole evening making. They were, you may remember, designed on a pair of open-crotch tights. Also, how I watched one couple having sex and exposed myself to them, giving them the shock of their lives as they expected a cock to appear from within the trousers, not my smooth wet pussy.

I had walked every day wearing those trousers under my old coat; the one I had effectively stolen from my husband, to hide my almost naked body underneath it. Then I had spent quite a lot of time sitting waiting for someone to come along in their car to have some exhibitionist fun, and for my excitement watching them.

Having found this new and exciting world, I was very disappointed to realise it was something that happened quite rarely. It did not happen, as I had thought, every night, or perhaps as I had hoped, would be a better way to describe it.

I was puzzled by the infrequency of my luck at finding a couple that wanted to expose themselves. Did it happen in other places? How could I find out?

Whilst playing on the computer one evening I found a website, quite by accident you must realise. No respectable married woman would deliberately enter 'dogging' into her search engine, would she? I clicked on the area I lived in and there was the place I'd visited, listed as a popular site for couples. The web details were out of date, that's for sure, but there were other sites mentioned which were all quite close to my home in the forested area.

I didn't need to write the addresses down. I knew every one of them, all places I had taken the dogs for walkies, and I intended to try them in my quest to pursue this strange but very exciting hobby I had embraced so strongly.

Before I began my quest I visited the sites on my way home from work, in the safety of my car. The first one was just as quiet as my local site, but the second and the third were busy, several cars parked with men standing round them. I didn't need to be told what was happening inside the cars.

Driving home, I was sure I had the courage to venture into this new and exciting hobby in a new area, but I struggled with my fear later, at home, as I pulled up those cut away trousers, exposing my naked pussy and my cute little ass.

With hubby's old coat on, and the dogs in the back of the car, I set off to frighten myself silly. Why on earth did I want to do this? It was so dangerous to deliberately wear those outrageous trousers while wanting to watch other couples making passionate love in their cars.

But something compelled me on and, before I knew it, I was pulling in to one of the sites I'd visited earlier in my car. Several cars were parked around the edges of the site, and all was all seemingly quiet. I sat for a moment, my courage slowly seeping away. I knew if I didn't do it now I never would.

Checking that the buttons on my coat were safely fastened I pulled the hood up to cover my very feminine long blond hair. It was only dusk, I should have waited for it to be dark as it would have been much easier to mask my so obviously female face.

Making it look as if I was just another dog walker, I left the car and strode off, with my dogs, into the woods. The gentle breeze on the cool evening air entered the old coat. I could feel it softly blowing against my newly shaved and still very tender pussy, fanning the flames and not cooling it one little bit. It just made me so aware of my state of undress. After a few minutes I returned to the site, taking sneaky looks in every car as I passed. Most were empty, just one had an old couple reading books by the interior light in the car.

Where were all those men who were watching a few short hours ago? How could they all have disappeared in so short a time? Didn't they know how much I needed to fulfil this urge to watch another couple doing it? I was so disappointed I could have got back in the car and gone home. But the dogs needed a walk so I continued into the woods.

After about half a mile I saw several men standing in a sort of circle. Now, guessing what was going on, I continued to walk towards them. The daylight in the thicker part of the woods was beginning to fade, so I felt safe in my disguise.

As I got nearer it was obvious what was going on. There was a couple on the ground making passionate love while the group of men watched. Dare I join them? My heart was banging inside my chest. Dare I?

My feet refused to obey my brain, which was telling them to stop. However they continued to bring me closer to what could be a complete disaster. How dare my feet take me towards such danger? But I couldn't stop, one foot in front of the other until I was close enough to see clearly this pretty young woman, totally naked.

Her clothes were scattered around her. I noticed her bra and panties because they matched. Both were a soft sexy pink with lace trimming around the edges. Her top and skirt were thrown carelessly on the ground. The only item of clothing she was wearing was her bright red knee high boots. The high spiky heels glistened in the pale moonlight. She was kneeling over a man, who was also naked.

His hands were clenched behind his head. His chest was firm and hairy, and his body tapered down to his hips. His knees were drawn up slightly and parted, giving her room to kneel between them in a very supplicant manner, as if she was worshipping him. It was difficult to see his cock as she had her head buried in his groin

Her hands were caressing his big hard cock. Her cute little ass was sticking out, showing her charms to the men watching. It was quite dusk this deep in the woods but it was still light enough to see her wet pussy shining with moisture, framed by her slim thighs. It looked good enough to eat.

She bent her head closer to his penis, opening her mouth wide to accommodate its girth. Both her hands were clasped together round the base but there were still several inches sticking out from her double hand hold. The men opened up a gap for me to get closer, what could I do?

This time it was not just my feet that took me closer, it was my desire to see this young couple exhibit themselves in public. This was even more exciting than my almost private show all those weeks ago. The presence of these men made it so much more frightening.

Was it the danger that turned me on so much? Did I want to get caught in those ridiculous clothes? I didn't know the answer but I was so turned on, my hands stroking my wet pussy, making little squelchy noises as my fingers played a very familiar tune.

I took a furtive look around me. All the men had their cocks out wanking as the girl sucked and played with her man. I felt so vulnerable being the only one not having a cock to exhibit, but I dare not show what I had in my trousers. Or, to be more precise, what my nearly trousers didn't have in them.

The man was groaning as he was obviously getting nearer his climax but she didn't slow her two handed and mouth job on his big cock. He groaned and stiffened showing all the classic signs of a man coming.

She lifted her head just high enough for all to see his spunk shooting onto her face, her mouth wide open taking lots of his stuff into her. She continued to wank him until every last drop had been milked from his cock.

The girl turned so that her audience could clearly see her cum covered face, the creamy liquid dripping down towards her chin. What a mess, but it drew some very horny comments from the men watching. Her tongue snaked out to take every drop she could reach and suck it into her mouth. 

God, she put on a show of cleaning her lips and then her fingers wiped the rest of the cum from her chin and up into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide to show the amount of spunk she had licked from her face. Then with a cheeky smile she swallowed it.

Oh! How I would have liked to help her taste the fresh cum, as she so obviously enjoyed both its taste and texture, I would have willingly licked some off her pretty face, swallowing it just as she had done.

There was a round of applause from the men. I couldn't clap - my hands were far too busy. My body was shaking from the fear and excitement of being here under very false pretences; I dare not come because it would be so obvious that it was not a man.

The woman went back to sucking her partner's cock and playing with it to restore it to its former glory. It didn't take long before he was just as big and hard as when I first saw him. He turned her round so her bottom was towards him and I just knew what was going to happen. He lined up his cock with her pussy and rammed it home, making her cry out in what I took for a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure.

He gripped her hips in his hands and, using them as a lever, he pounded his cock into her. She cried out at first "Be gentle," but soon changed to "Yes, yes, yes, give it to me harder," She was so near her own fulfilment, but he had plenty of staying power as he had come only minutes ago, so would be able to last more than long enough for her to enjoy a come of her own.

One of the men shone a small torch on her, as her partner rammed his cock into her as if he was trying to break her. Her tits swung in time with his thrusting, her body had a sheen of perspiration. The shape of her body was incredible, so streamlined, her shoulders firm and strong thinning down to a very small waist. Then it flared out to her hips, that he was holding like handles to power his big cock deeper into her nubile flesh.

She cried out as her climax hit her but her man didn't slow or change his almost violent sex, taking her higher as she lost control of herself, her arms failing to support her upper body, her face on the carpet of wet leaves. She was just the tool of his desire and he continued to fuck her, being urged on by the men watching.

They called out excitedly; comments of "Go mate give it to her hard", "Make her come mate", "Fuck her to death, she wants it hard", "They love to be fucked really hard." Several of them shot their own cum over her back splashing her with loads of hot sticky stuff.

God, I was so close. Could I hold out long enough to get away from here before I joined her in climaxing? It was so dangerous to give any sign that I was not the slim young man they assumed me to be.

Her partner groaned and gripped her harder, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he held on to her, each time driving in just that fraction more. He threw his head back and let out a howl of pure pleasure as he obviously filled her pussy with his cum. 

Some of the men walked away. The show over, I took my chance and crept away thinking how lucky I was to have got away with it. Whatever would have happened if they had realised who I was, hiding under that simple disguise.

The dogs, who were sitting obediently where I had left them at the side of the track, jumped up to greet me. How could I have left them just for my own satisfaction? But the forgiving nature of my faithful hounds neither took the guilt nor the ache in my groin away. What could I do to relieve myself?

Almost back to the car I noticed some of those familiar picnic benches sited just off the track, in some bushes almost screened from view. Again my feet disobeyed my head making a beeline for the seat. I sat with my back to the bench, giving my hands plenty of room to manoeuvre inside my old coat.

My back was pressed against the table and my legs were sticking out in front of me, my fingers started working like mad at bringing me to my climax, my eyes closed with the passion of the moment, knowing the dogs would warn me of impending disaster. It would certainly be a disaster if I was caught in this position, because, like most people, there is a point where you simply can't stop, you must finish it, whatever the danger.

My breath began to come in short gasps, the tension of the last few minutes watching that beautiful young couple having it off was too much for me to bear. I just had to come, right now, no matter what, I was going to come. I could feel that special ache as my climax neared. I started to pant like one of my dogs as I was swept away by the intensity of this wonderful orgasm.

As I came to, I realised just how dangerous my actions had been. But the dogs were laid at my feet, looking up at me as if I was some strange being. They had seen me come before, in different circumstances, but it was certainly not the first time they had witnessed my passion, even sitting beside me in the woods while my husband has had his wicked way with me.

As soon as my legs were strong enough to stand I wobbled back to my car, opening the tailgate to allow the dogs to jump in. As I got in I noticed a car only a few yards away. It was rocking on its suspension. Did I want more excitement tonight? Hell, yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Locking my car I walked closer to this other car. It was a small hatch back, but the seats were folded down. The couple were in the back - she was astride him bouncing up and down on him. It was quite dark inside their car. I couldn't see much at all, only her white boobs bouncing in time with her, showing in the pale moonlight.

She must have seen me as I stood quite close, peeping through the back window. She said something to her man and he sat up, reaching for the roof of the car. Suddenly the interior was flooded with light showing both of them clearly. She was young; not much more than a teenager, but he was much older - perhaps old enough to be her Dad.

Despite my recent climax I felt the need to slip my hands into those open pockets again, feeling my wet and messy pussy. It was still all moist from my recent finger fucking. It felt so good as I played, while watching her riding him as if her life depended on it. She indicated that I should open my coat but I ignored her for a while, watching as she drove herself mercilessly towards a climax, mounted on his cock.

Her action was so deliberate. I suppose the very young have so much more intensity in all things, so why not in making love? What a pity we loose some of that enthusiasm as we get used to each other and get older. She spoke to him again and he reached out and opened the side window just a little. She asked me to show her my cock. Now what do I do?

At first I pretended not to hear her, but she leaned towards the window. Her face was so pretty as she looked into my eyes and said "Open your coat and show me your cock please." 

I looked at her for a few seconds and then answered her "I haven't got a cock" 

She looked at me for a second and said "What have you got then". 

"The same as you," I replied.

She looked shocked; I suppose I was the first woman dogger she had seen, but she soon overcome her surprise and said "Show me." I unbuttoned my coat right from the neck to the bottom, pulling it open enough for her to see my smooth pussy all wet with my cum, all glistening in the light spilling from the window. She pressed the button and, with the window opened fully, her hand reached out to touch me.

I know I should have stepped away but something held me rooted to the spot. In fact I felt my body moving closer to allow her to feel my pussy. She groaned as her fingers felt the wetness of me, and, after pushing her fingers deep into me, she then withdrew them, passing them down to her man, putting them in his mouth as she renewed her vigorous humping up and down on his cock. 

She repeated this several times before he groaned and obviously shot his stuff into her. Again, this was the point where I should have cut and run, getting into the relatively safety of my car. But no, I couldn't leave; this was so exciting watching as she rode him, slowly milking the last drops from his cock. I wanted to see what she had been enjoying. Unlike most doggers, I needed to see his cock even more than her cute little body.

At last she lifted herself off him. His cock starting to wilt as he slipped out of her, the condom full of his cum. She took it off his cock and held it to her mouth, eagerly drinking his cum as if it was the finest champagne. She held the teat and squeezed its precious contents out onto her tongue, licking her lips as if she didn't want to waste a drop. God! Was she a sexy little thing!

Throwing the empty condom out of the window, she positioned herself so she could suck his cock, her cute little ass sticking up very near the open window. As she sucked him, I could see her pussy pulsating with lust. It was so tempting I just couldn't resist it. My hand reached through the window to touch her naked flesh.

She wiggled her bottom invitingly as soon as she felt my fingers touching her. She wanted my attentions. I have honestly never touched another woman like this but it seemed so natural and nice. Her pussy was all puffy and swollen from the frenetic fucking she had just given him. It felt so soft and so sweet.

Her clitty stood out proudly protruding between her pussy lips begging for my attention. It felt hard and slippery as my finger rolled it gently around, making her moan as best she could with her mouth so full. Because of the difficult angle, I used my thumb to penetrate her hole as my finger stroked and teased her bud. She seemed to enjoy my administrations as she wriggled her bum to give my fingers more room.

I was so engrossed with my finger fucking this lovely young girl, I neither heard nor saw the other man as he came to stand beside me, his hand reaching for some of the soft flesh I was enjoying. He pushed my hand away to gain access to her wet little pussy. He was rough and hard, spoiling the moment for me and, I think for the girl too, as she pulled away. Looking over her shoulder and seeing him there she moved out of reach.

I was so angry with this man. I could have quite easily kicked him in the shins for spoiling the wonderful thing I had going with this couple, but I suppose this is one of the risks one takes with dogging. The girl said something to her partner. He reached out, pressing the window winder, and the glass slid up closing them from us, all because of the intruder's careless behaviour.

The man made some derogatory comments and walked away. If only he hadn't arrived in the first place I would still be fondling the girl's sweet little pussy, maybe brought her off by now, a thrill I had never experienced, never even thought about doing to another woman. But it was nice; I had really wanted to make her come!

At last I could continue to enjoy the spectacle of these two making passionate love. The interior light was still on, illuminating them for my pleasure. Left, as I was, to my own devices, my fingers found my exposed clitty once again. I felt her juices mingling with my own, making my wanking even more pleasurable.

Again I didn't realise another man had joined us the other side of the car. He was looking at the couple as she sucked her man back to hardness. He made eye contact with me a couple of times, sending shivers down my spine and several other places. My coat was still wide open from my neck to my boots; had he noticed my lack of male tackle?

I closed the coat just in case he looked again and saw that I was a woman. It was pretty obvious with my coat open. The young woman looked up at me and, as soon as she saw the first man had left, she pressed that button again, moving her bum towards the window offering her cute little cunt to my fingers. Oh! This was so good. Her small body arched back to the open window and soon my fingers were exploring her smooth young flesh.




Peeping Tomasena Ch. 02



I don't know what she was doing but she had stopped sucking her man and was seemingly enjoying my fingers. Then she turned and sat on him again taking his cock into her wet pussy, her legs wide open showing me their joined sex: his big hard cock disappearing into her cute young hairless pussy. 

She asked him to move nearer the window. He shuffled across until he was sitting on the seat nearest to me. Her hand snaked out, pulling my coat open to give her access to my pussy. I realised instantly that the man standing opposite could see right through the car and would easily be aware of my gender. However that was a risk I was willing to take, I needed to feel her soft little hands on my hot cunt, as she fingered me so good.

I noticed her nipples were pieced, something I had often thought about but never dared to have done. My hand instinctively went to her small but rather nicely shaped tits, fondling the nipples, feeling the little cross bars embedded in her flesh. As I rolled them between my fingers she groaned. I suppose it must have made them very sensitive having that metal bar right through the nipple.

I tried not to look at the man on the other side of their car. If I didn't know whether he had realised what I was, I could pretend he hadn't, but if I looked at him I would have known instantly and I may have had to leave quickly. I didn't even have the dogs to protect me as they were locked in my car, but my eyes couldn't help glancing at him. Yes, he knew, for his eyes were fixed on my pussy and her fingers were no longer interested in the guy who was still fucking her.

Was I frightened? No, I was terrified! But still my good sense didn't tear me away from her fingers. I should have run for the protection of my car, but she was doing something so good to me I just couldn't move. I was held captive by her fingers in my pussy.

Knowing I would climax if she kept this up didn't bring me to my senses either. I knew I had to stay and brave it out. What would happen to me, though, when I came? I almost pass out when I come and if I had passed out here in the open, with two men so near, would they take advantage of my almost nudity and certainly my inability to run away? I knew my legs would go all rubbery when I came.

It was too late to consider my predicament. That wonderful feeling of an impending climax was already building. It was so close; only a few more of those wonderful strokes with her fingers and it would be there. She must have known how close I was, because she increased her speed and pressure. It was as if she had done this to me many times, she just knew what it would take to bring me off.

My increased grip on her nipples probably told her how close I was. She seemed determined to make me come and she was getting it so right. Most men have to be taught how to please a woman but I suppose she knew exactly what it took to make herself climax and she was using her intimate knowledge on me.

Her action was perfect, my climax came like a clap of thunder crashing through my head, taking all the strength from my legs. The car had one of those roof rails running along the top and I managed to hold onto it to prevent myself from falling on the ground, gasping with pent up lust as she drove me so high that I almost passed out with the pure intensity of the moment.

The man who was earlier standing on the other side of the car was now behind me, holding me up. His strong arms were wrapped round my body, his hands full of my tits. The girl's finger was still making me so weak from the prolonged climax. I daren't let go of the roof bar because I would collapse into this stranger holding me in the most inappropriate manner. With his hands on my tits and her fingers in my pussy I was held captive between them. 

I think the guy in the car with her must have come, because she cried out in that very feminine we way we girls do when you men fill us with your seed. It broke her concentration for long enough for me to get myself together. My legs were still all wobbly but the danger I was in gave them the strength to stand. I took the man's hands away from my boobs, putting them down by his side in a very positive manner.

Thank goodness he was some sort of gentleman and responded to my silent statement of 'hands off'. But he turned me to face him, looking at my almost naked body. The trousers I had made especially for dogging seemed to say I was a right little tart, showing myself off so blatantly, but he didn't attempt to touch. He just looked and smiled, saying "You look very horny dressed like that." I actually thanked him and ran for my car.

As my car door shut I breathed a huge sight of relief. What the hell was I doing taking such a horrendous risk just to get a thrill? I must be completely mad. Perhaps I should see a psychiatrist, to get some help before I got something I hadn't bargained for.

Driving home I vowed never to do this again, never, never, never, again.

My thanks to 'Grumpyg' for his skill and care in editing this story for me, he has transformed it into something much better than I ever hoped it could be, I love to get feedback both good and bad, but if you don't like the story please tell me why, just "it's no good" won't help me to improve



Peeping Tomasena Ch. 03



I really hope you have read the previous parts one and two of this story because it needs the build up to this climax of the naughty behaviour of the author, who is writing this from personal experience.

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Just to remind you; in part one I told you how I just happened onto a couple making love in their car and the profound effect it had on me. I described how I fashioned a pair of trousers to allow me to play with my pussy while watching, or just waiting for something to happen. Then the night I opened my coat and allowed the couple to see that I was not the slim young man they thought was peeping in on their lovemaking, but in fact a young woman with a smoothly shaved pussy. My pussy was neatly framed by those trousers, which were styled on a pair of crotchless or suspender tights. They were cut away at the front and back and both sides, leaving just narrow strips of material to hold the legs in place. They appeared to be a normal pair of trousers below the hem of my borrowed coat.

In part two, I almost got caught while watching a couple outside, my game almost rumbled by my impending climax. I knew that if I had reached my peak, the sounds of a female coming would have alerted the men standing with me watching this fantastic exhibition. They would know I was an impostor, and the outcome could have been terrible. I could hardly have cried rape when dressed and exposed as I was that night! Later, I found that couple who gave me not only the best show ever, but the girl, on finding out my little secret, got in on the act by giving me the most fantastic climax while I was hanging onto the roof rails of her car. The man who actually caught me held me up, as my legs went all wobbly with the wonderful sensations she had given me. And finally, you may remember how his hands held me up, but in the most inappropriate place. He had both his hands full of my titties, but being gentlemanly enough to allow me to escape to my car and lock myself in, shaking from head to foot, vowing never to do anything like that ever again, it was just too frightening.

But like pie crusts, promises even to oneself get broken. It didn't take very long to forget the danger and the abject fear, only the fantastic thrill remaining firmly in my crazy brain and my seriously oversexed imagination. I did keep to my local area of the forest for several weeks. It was quiet, and for the first week or ten days I wore ordinary trousers under my old waxed cotton coat. Yes, I had claimed it as mine now. Well, I wore it every day and my hubby had forgotten he had it.

However, the thrill of those encounters soon flooded back into my sub-consciousness, driving me to change into those outrageous trousers once again. The sensuous feeling of the cool air, wafting up from the hem of the coat as I walked, sent signals to my head that simply couldn't be ignored.

The first night nothing happened. I just got hornier by the yard as I walked the dogs deep into the forest and back home. Nothing at all. How disappointed but somehow relieved I felt. I so wanted to watch and, yes, I will admit it to you, I wanted to expose myself to some unsuspecting couple having sex alfresco. 

I sat in my kitchen after getting changed, not wanting my husband to come home and find me dressed like that, thinking about my feelings. I was getting very worked up at the thought of showing my pussy to strangers. I had become a flasher! Oh my god! What had happened to that rather quiet young woman who moved from town to this cottage in the forest, and who was frightened of the dark?

I remember asking my hubby to put up lights around the house to make me feel more secure when he wasn't around. I missed the street lights of my home town, the knowledge of my next door neighbours only the other side of the party wall. Now my nearest neighbour was half a mile away and he was an old man who seemed quite happy to sit at home all the time.

That woman was somewhere in the dim and distant past. I now loved the dark woods, the secret affairs that took place in the dusk evenings, the exhibitionist couples who made love knowing they could be watched. In fact they were inviting other people to enjoy watching their sexual romps in the back of their cars, or even outside on the grass. 

My husband had commented several times about how I had changed. I had become more self assured and confident and a lot more sexy. He loved that bit, I can promise you, because even just wearing those naughty trousers lit a fire in me that only he could quench, and he loved putting those fires out.

Like most couples we had slowed down after a few years of marriage, to what I suppose is the 'norm' - about twice a week, sometimes more at weekends. Now suddenly I wanted him every night, just like those wonderful first days of wedded bliss. I was now always so randy, and I turned to my surprised, but rather pleased husband, as a solution to my problem. 

I went back to the routine of walking the dogs every night wearing my special outfit, often sitting on one of those picnic benches playing with my pussy until I came, wishing there was someone there to watch. Now I did mean to say someone for me to watch .... but perhaps my fingers are more honest than my mind.

I fantasized about the actual experiences I had enjoyed and I wished so hard that just one more couple would use my section of the forest. My prayers were answered! The lights of a car swept the clearing that serves as a car park. The car pulled to a stop only a few yards from my concealed position behind some bushes.

The interior light came on, my tummy cramped with both fear and anticipation. Was someone getting out, or just putting the light on to invite me to peep? I watched in fascination, neither door opened, so I felt sure that it was an invitation.

Hushing the dogs to silence I hooked their leads over the seat, not wanting them to rush out giving my presence away. I crept slowly out from behind my screen of bushes; I could see a man's head in the passenger seat. I guessed his girl had her head somewhere in his lap.

I crept nearer and nearer, still not seeing any sign of a woman in the car. I know I should have moved back and found a different way around his car. I had all the warning bells ringing in my head, but my feet kept moving closer and closer to this suspicious looking car.

I was close enough to see there was no girl, just a man. His hand caressed his enormous cock. It looked huge! He hadn't seen me yet, my last chance to run, but my curiosity won over again the memories of that near disaster failed to stop me. Getting so close, he now noticed my movements, looking straight out of his window into my face.

He smiled and leaned back in the seat, pushing the back rest so it folded away into an almost reclining position, showing his cock in all its magnificent glory. He was justly proud of his monster. He pulled his foreskin back exposing the big red inflamed looking head, a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

My brain was battling with my body; one wanting to run, the other fascinated by the spectacle before my eyes. Of course I had seen magazines with men showing their oversized cock off, but to see one in the flesh was so utterly compelling I couldn't move away.

I had this image flash in front of my eyes of a poor little rabbit in the headlights of a car, mesmerised, unable to look away, held by the power of the lights; or, in my case, the size of his thing. The soft buzz of the window winder almost frightened me away but still I remained rooted to the spot.

The window opened quietly and the scent of his arousal caught my nostrils making my senses reel with the pent up lust I was feeling. There is nothing like the smell of sex to get me going. The sense of smell is more intense even than sight, only rivalled by touch. He spoke in a quiet voice asking me to come and sit beside him in his car.

My own voice was husky enough to resemble a young man, or maybe boy - as I looked in my big old coat. I replied "No, I will watch from here."

He just smiled and said "Suit yourself," continuing to stoke his big cock.

I watched as he played for a while, thinking if he wasn't sitting there with his cock out he would look quite respectable. His car was one of those big flash things - a BMW or Merc. He looked old enough to be my dad, but that didn't reduce my feelings of lust. 

He asked me again to come and sit in his car. I must admit those big soft leather seats looked so inviting. Dare I get in his car? No, of course not, but my hand reached for the door handle. Pulling on it, the door opened gently. He didn't move, just sat there staring at me with a strange look in his eyes. Had he seen through my disguise?

What the hell was I thinking about? I didn't really want to get in a strange man's car in this dark car park, especially dressed as I was. My foot rose up to step into his car. I tried to stop myself but the excitement was unbearable. My insane urge to do this overcame the common sense that was telling me to run like the wind, get as far away from this situation as I could.

With the war of lust over sense my foot was in the car, my bottom sitting on the seat. My other foot joined the first as my hand pulled the door shut. He didn't move, just sat there looking at me, a mixture of surprise and pleasure on his quite handsome face, the seat felt warm to my almost bare bottom.

As I relaxed in the warmth and comfort of this luxury car, he spoke. "Would you like to wank me?" I did not, dare not answer, I knew my voice would let me down and tell him without any doubt that I was not the slim young man he might have thought I was, but he expected some sort of reply.

My hand slowly reached out for his huge thing, sticking up like some sort of monolith from his crotch. My fingers touched the hot flesh, sending shivers down my spine, making my pussy throb with desire. I tried to hold it but my hand didn't stand a chance of wrapping around the girth of this monster.

I looked down at our point of contact, my tiny hand trying to hold this huge cock. It looked almost comical, like a sketch in one of those old silent movies. He moaned his pleasure at the touch of my hand. I tried to wank him but my hand just couldn't do it. My grip wasn't even half way round his monster. What on earth should I do now?

Of course the best thing would have been jump out of that car and run as fast as I could until I was safe indoors, but my mixed curiosity and my lust for this huge thing won over again. I tried to reach over with my other hand, hoping a double grip might do the job. It was difficult though, and made worse by the fact his seat was leaning right back where mine was upright.

He pressed a button. My seat started to move slowly and gently reclined to match his, giving me the room to hold his cock in both hands. Again I looked at my hands wrapped around his member, still not meeting - a gap showing between my finger tips, but with enough grip to be able to do something for him. Why on earth did I want to do this to a complete stranger? I couldn't stop myself, pushing his foreskin down and drawing it back up, feeling the contours of his inner hard core as the foreskin moved under my hands. 

From the sounds he was making I was getting it right. His moans filled the interior of the car with that sweet contented sound of a man being pleasured. I felt his hand on my thigh and panic set in instantly. What would he do when he found I didn't have a cock?

But I still sat there wanking him, gripping his enormous cock as best I could, pulling his skin down to reveal his big red inflamed knob. I felt his fingers delving into my coat; I could feel him trying to undo the buttons! A few seconds later I felt my coat go loose as he got one button undone and was working on the second. 

I almost wet myself with fear, but daren't spoil his soft cream leather seats. He would have been very angry. I used every bit of my strength to hold on and not let the fear take me away from this terrifying but so exciting ordeal. Another button came undone.

Was this what all the previous sights and unbelievable scenarios had been leading me towards? Was this the culmination of my crazy desire to see other people exposed and, yes, to expose myself to them? Was I going to have that enormous cock inside me?

His fingers now explored my naked flesh. His hand stopped! He had found my secret, but I gripped harder on his cock and wanked him as hard as I could in the cramped position. He moaned and said "Good god you're a woman!" He hurriedly unbuttoned the rest of my coat exposing my flesh not only to his hands but also his eyes. He lifted his head to see more clearly what he had found under my coat.

He carefully inserted one finger into my pussy just gently feeling his way, obviously aware now of my secret and perhaps of my fear. His finger moved so slowly round and round my wet pussy, just exploring the wetness and softness of my sexy hole. His finger slipped out to find my clitty, rolling it gently under his thumb. 

Now it was my turn to moan. The sound escaped from my lips without any bidding from my conscious mind. The movement of his fingers was driving me towards the inevitable conclusion. He would make me come so quickly doing just that with his thumb. My grip on him faltered as the sensations built in my cunt. I was loosing control of myself.

The pressure increased as his hand pressed a little harder on my mound making me writhe in the seat as I lifted my groin up to meet his probing fingers. He had me in his complete command. This was all it took to break down any small reserve of self control I may have had left; the feelings of my imminent climax were so strong I knew it would only be seconds before I came.

Then it hit me like a kick from a mule. So strong that my senses faded, something that often happens to me at that point when I have a particularly good orgasm. But it had never happened in a stranger's car with someone who I had met only a few minutes ago, never in such a dangerous situation as this.

He kept me going for some time before he slowed down giving me a chance to come to my senses. Did I do the sensible thing jump out and run like hell? No I didn't. I lay there gasping as the after effects of a fantastic climax flowed over me like the rippling of a brook, little aftershocks sending those delicious tingling feelings through my whole being.

I tried to continue my administrations on his huge cock, but to be honest I was so knackered from the feelings he had given me I couldn't do it, not well enough to make him come. He suggested we get out of the car to make it easier for me to wank him. The alarm bells were ringing in my head. I knew I shouldn't but he insisted it would be easier, and to be honest I owed him big time for the thrill he had just given me.

He opened his door and stepped out. I had no choice - thank goodness I'm useless at making decisions. I need to be led by a man. I stepped out of his car, my legs all wobbly, not really able to stand properly. My subconscious mind did a quick risk assessment. I could try to run but my legs wouldn't carry me far not in the state they were at this moment.

Despite my earlier bravado I was seriously frightened. I had led him on and was in real danger of getting my just desserts. I could hardly call it rape if he took me by force, after all I had asked for it, hadn't I? I really didn't want another man to actually have sex with me. I didn't want to be unfaithful to my husband.

He walked round the car, holding my elbow to steady me. He had noticed my wobbles and asked if I wanted to sit down. A thought flashed into my mind, so I answered "Yes please, there is a bench just behind that bush." He so kindly led me to the bench where I had left my three big dogs, which would protect me from any stranger.

Well. That's not quite true, they were as soft as I was, but he didn't know that and the sight of two big black Labradors and a golden retriever would make most men a little wary. I sat on the seat with him standing looking at me as our eyes became used to the wan moonlight. His enormous cock was sticking out in front of him and I had a crazy notion to try to suck it, but realised it was just too much even for my big mouth.

It was a very awkward moment neither of us knowing what to do next. I was quite honestly terrified. What the hell had I got myself into? Peeping was dangerous enough for anybody, especially a woman, but this was far beyond peeping. This was getting dangerously close to being unfaithful to my wonderful husband, something I never, ever want to do.

He seemed uncertain now we were outside. He had appeared quite confident in the car, but perhaps my three dogs were almost as scary to him as his monster cock was to me. We were at a bit of a stalemate. I didn't want this to end by him just leaving and me sitting there wondering what could have happened. He had made this thing work up to now, perhaps it was my turn to move things along!

What could I do? Well I was sure not going to try to suck that huge thing. The term 'jaw breaker' came unbidden to mind. How else could I prolong this agony of fear versus thrill? I did the first thing that came to mind - probably not the wisest thing - but none of this needed a brain; quite the reverse in fact. I leaned back against the edge of the table and opened the long flaps of the coat exposing my cut away trousers and all that they contained.

He watched as I exposed myself to him, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he saw the whole of my special trousers and what they didn't hide. His hand worked faster on his huge thing. I noticed even his big man's hands couldn't completely encircle the girth of it. My god! It was the biggest thing I have ever seen.

My fingers went without bidding to my very wet and throbbing pussy, parting the outer lips showing him the inner soft petals, exposing my clitty to his eyes. I expect he could see my entrance as it contracted with the spasms of lust, probably pumping my sex juice out as it pulsed with both excitement, and fear that he would try to stick that enormous thing in me.

I was asking for it, despite the fact I had no intention of having sex with him. I must have seemed like an offering on a plate. Well, a picnic bench actually, he had only to step forward a few feet and he could have pinned me to the bench and have his way with me.

But he kept his distance. Probably the dogs sitting both sides of me were enough deterrent to protect me from myself, as well as this stranger. His hand action was now really fast, wanking his big cock straight at me, my fingers doing much the same to my hot pussy.

The moon came from behind the clouds bathing the little clearing with that soft light, making every thing look so much more real, but somehow just as unreal. Sorry I can't find the words to describe the fantasy type feelings caused by this increased illumination. It was almost surreal.

Was this really happening? Was I actually sitting there, coat open all the way, showing myself to this stranger with the most unbelievable cock? Was I wanking myself off in front of the biggest cock I had ever seen, or for that matter imagined? Did I really allow this man to stand only a few feet away with his cock in his hand, totally unprotected?

The answer to my questions was yes, I was, and I was enjoying so much. My only fear was he would try to get that huge thing inside me, because I knew it was far too big for me handle. His cock was at least two, maybe three times the size of my husband's and even he feels too big sometimes.

His hand was going fast, as was my own. Both of us were nearing that inevitable climax, both of us needing to feel the release of coming. Despite my earlier orgasm I still needed this so much. It probably was the reason I didn't do what any sensible girl would and run like hell when faced with something so frighteningly threatening as his cock.




Peeping Tomasena Ch. 03



He groaned and I just knew he was going to shoot his stuff all over me. I had this premonition of getting covered in his cum, but I was incapable of moving with my own climax so close. Did I in fact want to move? Did I want his hot cum splashing all over my bare pussy? My eyes were unable to leave his huge cock as his hand moved so fast it became a blur.

He stepped a little closer as he uttered that exclusively male sound of pure passion and his cock erupted in a fountain of hot sticky stuff splashing exactly as I had imagined all over my naked crotch. Just as I began to hit my own peak, his cum was running down my hand as I fingered those last few strokes to make sure I was really there. He must have come gallons of the stuff. It was running between my legs, pooling under my naked bottom on the hard wooden seat beneath me.

He leaned forward, both hands on the table either side of me. My heart missed a few beats in fear, wondering what he was going to do. I was helpless - he could have done anything he wanted. My climax was so big and exhausting I was as weak as a kitten, but he just needed to support himself, and the table was the nearest thing.

He thanked me for showing him my cunt, as he put it, and then kissed me on the top of my head as he straightened up, pulling his clothes up. He walked away to his car. It left me with a mixed feeling of relief and disappointment. I knew I couldn't have taken that thing, but I so wanted to try.

My legs were trembling, my heart beating like a drum. My mouth was dry, and my eyes all misty from the excitement and, yes, the abject fear of what I had done. I must be mad, or at least seriously deranged, to put myself in such dangerous situations for a quick thrill. I vowed never to do anything like that ever again.

Well. Not until the next time, and that came only two days later. Again I had walked the dogs, feeling my bare pussy through those open pockets for most of the time. I was really hot and feeling quite brave. The incident only two days ago was fresh in my mind, kidding me that it wasn't really as dangerous as I had imagined. 

Twice now I had been in the company of a man who had acted quite gentlemanly, considering my state of undress. Either of them could have easily taken advantage of me in almost any way they had desired, but both of them had enjoyed looking, and one actually held my boobs. But neither had caused me any harm. 

So, perhaps, I was being a little too hard on the men who had witnessed this crazy passion of mine to watch and to show my body in public. I had almost got back to the car when I noticed a dim light in the trees near where my picnic bench was sited. Yes, I had claimed that bench. It was mine, where I so often played with myself while waiting for a car to arrive with more sexual entertainment in it for me to watch, and just maybe flash. 

As I neared the spot, the path being only a few feet away, it was clear that someone was using my bench for their own pleasure. It looked like a man with a girl but, as I got nearer, I realised it was two men. Well, one man and a much younger person, about twenty at the most. The younger one was laying on his back on the table, his trousers round his ankles and his tee shirt pulled right up to his chin.

The older man was bending over him sucking his cock and gripping his nipples. I had never before witnessed anything like this. Did I want to watch two men at play? It's not something I had ever thought about, just dismissed it from my mind as not of interest. I had no prejudice one way or the other. 

However it was fascinating to see the older man's fingers gripping a small pair of male nipples and his head bobbing up and down on another mans cock. I had, of course, done this to my hubby when we made love to give him an extra thrill, but to see two men doing it was so different, and so sexy. It made my fingers work just that little bit harder. My pussy was so wet, and I could smell the sexy sent of my own arousal.

I moved nearer to the couple, almost close enough to touch them, but their concentration on each other was so intense neither noticed me standing there with my hands firmly thrust deep in my pockets, giving myself the biggest of thrills. My finger rolled my engorged clitty round and round, making little squishy noises as my pussy throbbed, pumping even more of my juices out onto my fingers.

My other hand held my tummy tight, pulling up and extending my pussy out to meet the hand doing the business, then slipping up, gripping my nipple, emulating the action of the man right in front of me. It was making me gasp with a mixture of pleasure and shock at the firmness of my grip. Unfortunately the sound alerted the men to my presence. The older man looked at me standing there, both hands in my pockets, in a very non threatening way and being so slight of build I posed no threat to them at all. He said "You like to watch, do you?" I just nodded my agreement, not daring to open my mouth, knowing my voice would be far too high pitched for him to think I was a man.

Even in my normal state I would be hard pressed to sound like a man. Now, as excited as I was at this moment, I certainly would have sounded like a girl almost having a climax. And that is nothing like any sound a man could make. He went back to his sucking, but not before I had seen what he was playing with. It looked so nice, all fresh and young, no foreskin, just pure hard cock all red and inflamed from the mouth of his friend.

I watched in fascination as these two men pleasured each other. It was nothing like I had imagined. It wasn't sleazy - just two people enjoying themselves. The younger man spoke to me, asking me to give him a cock to suck. Now what was I to do? Would these men want to know I was not one of them, with no cock to suck?

"Come on!" he implored me. I stepped nearer and started to unbutton my coat. Dare I do this? Well, if my head had been in charge I would have made a very hasty exit. I knew, though, it wasn't my head he wanted! I almost chickened out for this was way out, even for me, but my feet and fingers continued their inevitable journey towards the unknown. 

His head was hanging over the end of the table, sort of upside down. His mouth was open, waiting for my 'cock'. The last button came loose, my coat flapping open as I reached his waiting mouth. His hands opened the front of my coat. He cried out in shock at what he saw under it. He called to his friend and said "This isn't a man, it's a woman."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Give her a good sucking came the reply,." He gripped my hips, pulling me onto his waiting mouth. His tongue snaked into my wet pussy like a miniature penis. God, he was good! He knew just how to please a woman. Perhaps he was bi not just homosexual, but whatever his orientation he was sending shivers down my spine. My legs began to feel weak immediately.

I wished at this moment that I hadn't been so worked up. This wasn't going to last more than a few minutes. He had me almost there so quickly. My knees buckled as the climax hit me, causing me to collapse on the ground. I hung onto the end of the table to keep myself from falling headlong on the wet grass.

I could hear his breathing as it quickened. He was close himself; perhaps I had increased his excitement? But, whatever the cause, he groaned and gave all the signs of a man in orgasm. My own was only just subsiding as he groaned and moaned in ecstasy.

He eventually sat up. Getting off the table, he offered me his hand to help me up. My knees were still all weak and wobbly but he held me and helped me sit on the edge of the table, asking what I was doing dressed like that. He was fascinated by my trousers and asked where I got them. I admitted I had made them especially for peeping and playing with myself while I appeared to be fully dressed. 

He asked me to let him see more of the trousers, easing me back onto the table where he had been only a few minutes ago. My body laid prone on the top, my legs hanging over the end, he spread my coat wide exposing my whole pubic area to his and his friend eyes, and their fingers. Both of them began touching and tracing the line of the fabric as it opened up, showing my assets in all their freshly shaved glory.

The younger one bent his head towards my pussy. I should have said no, but I had lost control of the situation completely. They could do whatever they wanted to. I was just about helpless. His hot breath fanned the flames of my desire and he very gently tongued my clitty. He was some sort of expert; he seemed to know just where and just how much pressure to exert. He had me panting for more within nano seconds.

I closed my eyes to concentrate fully on his tongue. It was unbelievable, like something out of a dream; no man could be that sexy! He must have been an angel sent from heaven to satisfy my needs. I felt my tee shirt being lifted and a pair of hands touching my nipples, then the hot breath sending more erotic sensations through my seriously overheated body.

I daren't open my eyes because I knew both of the men were ganging up on me. If I couldn't see, I could pretend I was safe; ostrich mode. But even if I could see, I didn't have the power to stop this, nor did I want to. My only fear was that one of them might try to have sex with me, and I really didn't want that.

My whole body was shaking with pure lust as they both worked on me in perfect harmony. Never had I been so expertly treated, but never before had two men worked on me at the same time. If they decided to fuck me I couldn't complain, it was exactly what I had asked for, being almost naked with two men - even if they were homosexual.

What they were doing to my body had no resemblance to anything gay. It was two men and a woman doing what comes naturally. Whilst in this sort of bizarre situation, they were giving me a right good seeing too. I felt the climax building as a tongue penetrated deeper into my pussy. How could a tongue be that long? It felt like a small cock as he twirled and pumped it into me.

It hit me like something out of a movie. You know the sort of thing you see in porn films when a girl cries out in ecstasy at the right moment. She is probably just acting, but this was very real. I didn't need to act; it made me feel feint as my pussy throbbed in time with his tongue. I had almost forgotten the other man sucking and fondling my titties, but, as he felt me climaxing, he gripped a bit harder, sending wave upon wave of pleasure downwards to meet the ones coming up from my cunt.

I think I passed out for a few minutes because when I came to they were both standing looking at me with a sort of fear in their faces. I smiled at them, speaking for the first time, assuring them I was alright, just overwrought with the intensity of my orgasm. The older one helped me to my feet and walked with me back to my car, holding me up because my legs were made of rubber, all wobbly and not able to bear my weight.

I found my keys and opened the door, letting the dogs in the front, a rare treat for them. But I didn't have the strength to walk round to the back and open the tailgate. Nor did I have the energy to start the car; I just sat there trying to pull myself together. It suddenly started to rain hard - you know, one of those summer storms. I couldn't see the men's car anywhere around, so offered them shelter in mine. Shooing the dogs into the back, I opened the passenger door for them to get in.

My car has only two doors, so one had to get in the back by climbing in from the front. The younger man climbed in and his friend sat beside me. We started to talk. Well, at first it was them asking me questions, and then, as we became easier with each other, it blossomed into a proper conversation.

By any stretch of imagination, how you can call two gay men talking to a woman who they had just given one of the most fantastic climaxes 'normal'? But it felt somehow right. I wasn't afraid of them at all and they seemed to like me. We talked about their sexual preferences. I was proved right. The younger one was married, with a child, but his wife didn't want sex any more so he had drifted into gay sex. 

The older man was a confirmed homosexual. He didn't have any interest in sex with women at all, but enjoyed touching their bodies. My trousers were mentioned in conversation again, both of them were fascinated by my needle work, even asking me if I could make them a pair like mine. I know I should have said "no", but they seemed so nice I agreed if they brought me a pair of pants I would alter them.

The rain stopped just as suddenly as it had started. I offered to give them a lift back to wherever their car was parked, but both wanted to stay for a while longer. As they climbed out, the older one passed me a card. He said "Give me a ring and we can meet up to bring you the trousers."

I did make that phone call, and met up with them again only a few nights later. At first nothing happened, to my dismay. I had hoped for a replay of that earlier night. I made them both a pair of open crotch trousers, and they even tried them on in the woods, in front of me. This time it was a lot more satisfying, I got tongued to climax several times and sucked both of their cocks for good measure, but it wasn't as exciting as that first encounter. The surprise and the fear were not there; it was almost like making love under the sheets at home with my hubby. So I decided I would have to go in search of new adventures, find new people to watch and to flash my naked pussy at.

I now knew this was not just a passing fancy, I was committed to this crazy life for a long time ...... or at least I hoped so. 

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Peeping Tomasena



Her tits were naked now, glowing white in the illumination of the interior light. His cock, out of his fly, stuck up like a big red beacon. Her small hand was wrapped around it, making it look even bigger that it was. They were still locked in a kiss, oblivious to anything other than their desire for each others bodies.

But, as they broke the kiss, his eyes locked on mine. He smiled and whispered something in her ear and she turned her head towards me, smiling, telling me it was OK to look; it was their intention to give a show for whoever was lucky enough to be present. 

My fingers were working overtime doing what I should have done in the private of my bedroom, not out here in this dark and dangerous car park. They at least had the security of the car around them I had nothing, not even the dogs; they were tied to that picnic table back at the edge of the woods.

The fear of getting caught made the situation more exciting and my fingers responded by working even harder at bringing me off. I had to forcibly restrain myself because I shouldn't come. Not out here, it was just too risky.

He lifted his bum up as she pulled his trousers down, then her skirt went and she was struggling to get astride him. She managed to get herself on his lap and he looked up at me as she slid down, impaling herself on his big hard cock. Her face was a picture of unbridled lust as he penetrated her, his hands groping for her tits.

He reached out towards me. My heart stopped. I thought he was going to open the door but he pressed the window winder and the window opened just an inch or two. He asked me to show her my cock. What the hell did I do now? My disguise had worked too well; he really thought I was a dirty old man!

Thank goodness my head was above the level of the roof so the light didn't shine on my face. He would have seen the bright red of my blush as he asked me to expose myself to his woman. I had no choice but to ignore his request. I didn't have a cock to show her, all I had was a neatly shaved pussy.

Her hands locked behind his head as she rode him. The sight made my knees go weak as the feelings of pure sexual excitement washed over me. I had to try not to let myself come, not here in front of these doggers showing off for men, not knowing I was just as well equipped as his girl to satisfy her man.

She turned her head towards me. Her lips were red from their passionate snogging, her mouth slightly open in an inviting way, as we women tend to when turned on by something as naughty and nice as this was for her. She smiled and said "Please show me your cock." I almost ran for it, but something deep inside me held me rooted to the spot.

I realised I had no choice. I must either run off or show her my "cock." I reached down, undoing the bottom button, never knowing why I did it. There was no conscious thought, just a reaction, then the next button and another one. I was almost up to my crotch now. How much further would I go? My fingers just kept undoing buttons.

At last all of them were undone, and so was I. My heart was hammering deep inside my chest as I pulled the coat open exposing my naked flesh to two complete strangers. Her gasp was completely audible outside the car as she saw what was under my coat. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

They certainly didn't expect to see a glistening wet smooth cunt staring back at them, nor did they show any sign of being put off by the fact I wasn't the man they expected. It was, in fact, quite the reverse. My fingers still poked through those wonderful holes in the pockets, stroking my so inflamed desire as I watched them fuck like rabbits.

The car was bouncing as she rode him to a climax. He grunted and stiffened as he pumped her full of his man juice. She still rode him hard, obviously trying to reach her pinnacle as well. She was gasping, with both lust and from the energy she was expending on this marathon fuck.

I was so close, I couldn't wait any longer. My body almost collapsed as it hit me from so deep down, taking all my strength with it. I managed to hold onto the car to prevent me from falling to the ground, my face touching the glass of the car window. She groaned and joined me in my orgasmic release.

Quickly buttoning up my coat, I walked back to my poor dogs tied to that table. How could I leave them like that for my own selfish enjoyment? I must be kinder to them in future, because without them I have no excuse to go walking in the woods at night, with my long waxed cotton coat hiding my womanly charms.

I have, of course, repeated this many times but it was never as exciting as that first time and I never showed myself again, it was just too much of a risk. I felt so vulnerable out there with those sexy trousers on and just that big old coat covering my near nakedness.

So if you go dogging some quiet evening, look out for a slim young man with long blond hair and a very large old wax coat on. 

It might just be me! 

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