Chapter 4
The day flies by full of chatter, connection and laughter.
We cuddle, we kiss, we hold hands, and we enjoy each other’s company more than we have done in years.
Not once do I reflect on the previous week and men, James is doing an excellent job of entertaining, reconnecting and taking my mind off them.
After a delicious meal in town, we climb into the car and make our way back to our holiday home, only James doesn’t make the expected turn into the neighborhood, instead we keep on driving.
“Where are we going now?” I inquire. I had been hoping our evening would end in a similar way that it had the previous evening.
James looks over with a devious grin. “Somewhere new.”
“Just in time,” James mutters as he puts the car into park, now facing the group of empty cars.
“Just in time for what?” I enquire. “Where are we and where is everyone?” In reply, James turns the car off but leaves the key in, so the lights and the music stay on. He unplugs his seatbelt and presses the button on his car seat, and it begins to move back all the way.
“Hush and come here.”
“Where—” before I can finish my sentence, he’s unbuckled my seatbelt and is yanking my arm across the gearstick, so I have no choice but to move with him and climb across and onto his lap.
Finding myself straddling him, I don’t have a minute to press any further about what is going on before James places both hands around my face, bringing his lips to mine to kiss me.
I’m startled into the change of pace as his tongue finds mine, searching and hungry as he deepens the kiss.
I can feel him grow hard under my dress as he rocks his hips up and I let out a groan.
It has been over a week since I’ve had James inside of me and clearly his restraint has only lasted until now. But why now and where are we?
Our teeth clatter as I try and come up for breath. “James,” I moan. “What is going on, why are we here?”
In response, James’ eyes flare. “We are here to fuck,” is his answer.
“Fuck?” I breathe in as James’ fingers move to the buttons that run the full length of my dress—the one he had suggested I wear tonight.
“I cannot wait for you to ride me right here, right now Rosie.”
I don’t get to ask the question that seems so obvious: Why here? Because he’s at the last button and is now pulling the sleeves down my arms to reveal my cream lace bra.
“You are so beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you are mine,” he says as he sits back in his seat and looks at my body straddling his, half naked in the car light.
I feel suddenly exposed and look up to see the car next to us has its dome lights on too, unlike before.
And to my shock, there is a naked couple making out not dissimilar to us.
My mouth drops open and before I can pull the question from my brain to form words, James has placed his fingers into my mouth and moves my head so our eyes meet.
“Eyes on me Rosie,” he commands and it’s all I can do to nod as his fingers plunge deeper into my mouth.
Pulling them out, he leans in and unclasps my bra as I gasp. “Shhhh, just relax Rosie. I’ve got you. I want you.”
I nod, unsure of what is going on and what to say.
I stare into James’ half crazed eyes. Whatever we are doing here, it turns him on.
And I like turning James on and watching him go feral.
I lean back onto the steering wheel to take in James, his posture and his gaze, my chest pushing out as my arms find purchase for balance behind me.
He moves both hands to cover my breasts as he squeezes much harder than usual.
I whimper as he pulls me forward by my breasts and captures my mouth with his.
James is kissing me wild like a man possessed and I wonder whether it’s just his restraint snapping from this past week or the situation we are currently in.
James’ tongue laps at my own, a crude invasion as his hand tears at my thong until the lace digs into my skin before ripping from around my waist. I’m fully naked and he’s fully dressed.
I pull away from his all-consuming kiss to draw a deep breath into my lungs, panting, and make a start on his shirt buttons which he allows.
I make quick work of his buttons, all the while James’ hands rove my body like he’s touching me for the first time—albeit more experienced roaming hands.
I pull at his collar and he helps me to pull his arms out of the clothes and I reach for his trouser zip but he beats me to it and unzips before pulling out his rock hard, throbbing cock.
Beads of precum are forming at the head as it stands to attention.
Movement catches my eye on the passenger side but James commands, “Eyes on me Rosie.” And I whip my head back to face him as he lifts my thighs and lines himself up with my entrance.
Holding onto James’ shoulders I lower my weight, impaling myself slowly onto James, stretching around his cock as my pussy sucks him in.
Apparently, I was moving too slow as he pushes me down with a heavy thrust of impatience and need.
I moan out, taking the full length of him deep inside in one swoop as James pulls me flush with his seated body and bites down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder.
I let out a shriek of pain and pleasure, but he holds me close, pushing up into me as he moves my hips over his lap to ride his cock.
I tear at his neck, my nails digging in at the intense pressure I feel of being so full of him. This seems to spur him on even more as he sucks down at my neck leaving a trail of hickeys I’m sure.
I catch a slight movement outside the window of the driver’s side but I don’t move to look.
I have a feeling we are being watched and being watched by more than one person.
Is this what James had taken us to, a dogging event?
Clearly, we are not the voyeurs, we are the exhibitionists.
I’m not sure how I feel about unknown strangers watching us fuck in our car but the thought sends tingles straight to my clit.
If I don’t look up, I won’t see them or ever recognise them, the thought makes me ride James harder with the realisation and he groans below me.
He is close. Too close. He stills my body from moving in his lap, takes my face in one hand and kisses me passionately.
His control is back, and the movement of his tongue is slow and steady, I melt into the kiss as his other hand makes its way up my damp back to hold me close.
I feel under a spotlight but in my own bubble all at the same time.
Pulling away from me, James gently pushes me back against the steering wheel and lowers his head onto one of my nipples and sucks just enough for my nipple to be in his mouth, where he stays as his thumb begins to stroke at my clit, rubbing up and down in a slow rhythm, stroking me, sucking me, filling me.
My head lolls back as I give into the sensations he’s granting my body.
Eyes must be on me, but I don’t look, they only add more fuel to the fire.
I care only about the rising orgasm building inside of me and James knows exactly how to pull it out of me.
“I’m so close,” I moan as my body begins to shudder under the thrill of his touches.
James lets go of my nipple and commands, “Come for me Rosie.” I take a deep breath and feel the powerful rush of delicious electricity ignite across my body from where we are joined and where James is rubbing me.
In turn, James begins to move my body up and down his length intensifying the orgasm that keeps on going, I ride wave after wave until delirium claims me and my body starts to go limp.
James roars and jerks as his own built-up release empties and he stills inside of me.
I flop my damp forehead onto his clammy shoulder and suck in breaths as we both float down from our euphoric highs in our hot little car. The windows haven’t steamed up because it’s not cold outside, but they should be dripping with the heat radiating from our skin.
I finally lift my head to see we are surrounded by bodies at each window and gasp.
“Shhh, it’s ok. They’re watching is all. Did you enjoy the surprise?”
“It sure was a surprise,” I giggle. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing?” I ask in surprise.
“I didn’t know either, but when I heard about it… Well, the idea has kind of lived rent free in my brain until I finally googled it and found an underground group,” James replies almost shyly.
“Did you now,” I reply gently, understanding that James is showing his true feelings and kinks. “Well, I loved the surprise,” I say back, unable to control the smile that is spreading across my face. “Seeing you go wild like that; it did all kinds of things to me,” I say honestly.
“I loved it. Thank you for accepting doing this. I know this must all have been a surprise out of nowhere,” James says, lowering his forehead to mine.
“You know I’d do anything for you. You don’t need to keep anything like this a secret from me. You know what I have recently done and been a part of. Why shouldn’t you have your own kinks and desires? And if dogging sets you wild, I’m here for it.”
“Thank you Rose Petal, I knew you’d accept this of me.”
“Well you have done a lot of accepting of me lately,” I say thinking of the eight men for the first time in hours.
“And you have a few more things to come of your own,” whispers James with a mixture of shyness and cheekiness.
“Is that so Mr Bell? Well count me intrigued. What else do you have hiding inside that naughty mind of yours?
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes, yes I would.”
“I will show you very soon. But first, let’s get some clothes on you and get out of here. There will be more people showing up at 10pm.”
“This happens again at 10pm?” I ask, surprised.
“I believe so.”
“You don’t want to watch?”
“I only want to watch my wife,” replies James heatedly, his eyes flashing with something like possession.
“Yeah, I’m not keen on watching either,” I reply nonchalantly as James rummages below our still joined bodies and locates my dress.
He helps me pull it on and we both work on doing up the buttons before I lift my dripping self off his lap.
Luckily James pulls out a bundle of tissues from the armrest in the divide and catches the flowing liquid before he’s completely covered.
“Good thinking husband.”
“Always.” He smirks back to me.
When we are mostly clothed once again, James turns off the inside car light, turns the engine on and begins to pull out of the secluded car park.
I see now that there are still the five cars parked with their lights on with many people standing around watching the show going on inside and to the other side of the clearing are all their cars parked up and lights off.
There must be at least twenty cars. And this was just for the 9pm viewing.
Driving home I ask, “Will you read to me again?”
James replies, “Do you mean, ‘Can I be your cock warmer again?’”
I blush and reach out to shove at his shoulder, “Yes, ok that is what I mean.”
“Then yes, you will be cock warming again tonight.” The way he says it like it has already been decided has my core fluttering all over again.
When we get home, I suggest a shower, but James replies, “No Rose Petal, I want you to taste yourself tonight.”
And that does all sorts of things to my heating body again.
We snuggle down in bed just like we had done the previous evening.
I lower my head onto James’ lap with more certainty this time.
I can smell and taste the musk of myself and our combined release as James feeds his stiff cock into my mouth and I relax, sucking gently on the tip as he strokes my hair and begins to read my book to me again.
I lay still, closing my eyes and enjoying the story and the feeling of James’ silky softening cock between my lips before sleep finds me and I drift off more peacefully than I can ever remember.