Sara goes out to play.
Having set up her profile, Sara waited for the messages to come in. She felt more nervous than when she’d administered her first injection. Her move to a new hospital had led to complete loneliness, and she was desperate for something to break it.
Her profile had attracted no takers in the two nights since it had first appeared and, as the wait for a match lengthened, the butterflies increased.
Back home, Sara had been a man eater. Guys had loved her and there’d been no shortage of available playmates. This previously unknown drought was torture.
The clock on the wall showed it was approaching midnight. Exhausted by nerves, Sara resigned herself to the company of the TV.
Flicking through, her attention was grabbed by a scene being played out on one of adult channels she’d recently subscribed to.
The story unfolded before her eyes; a couple arrived at an isolated country park in separate vehicles. Flashed their headlights at each other and then the woman got out of her car. In her hand a dog’s lead. No sign of a dog. The man flashed his lights again before opening his passenger door.
As the woman made her way over to his car she began unbuttoning her long coat. Sara’s heart started to beat faster. She watched as the woman revealed hardened nipples through her black lacy bra.
Discarding the long coat into the back of the car she eased herself into the passenger seat next to the driver. He stroked her highlighted hair as she playfully massaged his bare chest, before moving in for a long, lingering kiss.
Sara continued to watch, her excitement increasing. Her own juices were beginning to flow and her fingers strayed to the edge of her thong. She eased the thin strip of lace to one side and dipped her finger into her moist pussy.
The couple on TV were now completely naked and had moved into the rear of the car. The woman was lying on her back wearing spiked heels. The man was licking her breasts, flicking his tongue over her taut nipples. She played with his erect cock as he straddled her, running her fingers up and down the length of him in slow silky movements.
Sara could barely see through the condensation on the car’s windows. Envy and frustration racked her as the woman guided her partner’s swollen cock inside her wet pussy.
Voices in Sara’s head were saying, go on, fuck her, fuck her, as his rapid thrusts moved their bodies faster and faster. She desperately wanted this fantasy experience for herself. Turning the TV off abruptly using the remote, she rose and made for her own room. Feeling sexually frustrated, she slammed the door behind her. Twenty minutes later she emerged from her room with a smile on her face.
Sara See, Sara Do
Impulse took over. Sara hurried out to her car. She remembered hearing the boring bitches at work talk of a country park nearby, though those women definitely did have dogs on leads when they visited. And certainly wouldn’t be flashing their headlights for a fuck.
As she neared the park, Sara remembered what her colleagues had stated with disdain: after dark, keep out of the park. It was a well known haunt for dogging. Sara certainly hoped so; could this be the answer to her prayers?
This was new territory for her. Sara had got off with plenty of strangers before, but mainly in nightclubs. This was a totally different deal. What if she met a psychopath? There would be no bouncers to protect her. This would be a stranger, and her all alone. Sara knew the dangers; so desperate was she for a hard cock inside her that she didn’t care. In fact, it was the danger that made it exciting for her.
As she drove into the secluded car park there was just a solitary car. It was a man on his own. He dipped his headlights then flashed them. Sara flashed back. Opened the door of her car and got out. Gravel crunched beneath the soles of her patent boots. She’d dressed the part, ready to replay the scene she’d viewed earlier that evening on the TV screen.
Slowly, Sara sashayed the short distance towards the other car, teasingly releasing each button of her long leather coat. Not quite ready to reveal herself. No hint of what lay beneath.
Stopping abruptly, no more than a few feet from his car, she slipped the last button undone and parted her coat in one sweeping move. Hands on hips, Sara was sure the stranger had a good view of the leather body harness, showing more than it hid. Split crotch, open breasted, designed for pleasure and easy access.
She wondered if he was playing with his cock. Smiling, her hands went up to her breasts, caressing her protruding nipples. Knowing he was watching her she ran her hands over her flat belly and then lower down between her legs. Then,
she strode purposely over to the driver’s door. He had already opened it for her. Flinging her coat off in one fluid movement Sara tossed it into the back of the car.
She got her first look at its occupant. Dark hair, thirty maybe. It didn’t matter; he had what she needed. Placing a hand on each of his thighs she began to move them up and down slowly until she could feel the tension in his muscles beneath the thick denim of his jeans. Running a hand over the bulge of his pulsing cock she quickly unzipped him.
The sight of his erection made her greedy as she went down on him, licking and teasing his organ. Sara tasted the saltiness of him as she ran her tongue over the tip. Took him into her mouth and sucked him hard, then pulled away in one swift move. He was more than ready when Sara reached into her coat, took a condom out and slowly pushed it down his cock. He had that look of total submission. Sara knew exactly what she was doing; carefully positioning herself above him she thrust her bare breasts into his face. He reached for her then, massaging her breasts firmly, feeling the leather straps secured there.
She was wet and wanting. Very slowly she lowered herself down until she felt the tip of his cock against her; she moved backwards and forwards in slow motion, rubbing his length against her clitoris. She teased him like this for several minutes, torturing herself each time she felt his cock slide nearer to her centre. Each time allowing a little more of him to enter her. He felt good; she raised herself then slid down onto his erection.
Sara arched her back against the cool leather steering wheel. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her. She smiled, knowing she was in complete control of the situation. Needing satisfaction for herself she rode him hard until they had both climaxed.
As Sara walked away, her coat draped around her shoulders, she glanced back and smiled, knowing this was one fuck she wasn’t ever going to forget. The experience had left her high with excitement.
Afterglow
Next day, Justin rose early as usual, remembering the events of the night before. He had struggled for control with that woman. She had been such a turn on. He wondered if he’d ever see her again. Had she realised he’s seen her on the dating app? He’d revisited her profile more than a dozen times, unable to get her out of his mind.
Glancing at the kitchen clock, he realised he’d have to move. The profile was saved securely on his app as he drove off towards the M1.
Sara was woken by the sound of a mobile phone pinging somewhere in the distance. She stretched out her arm, fingers trying to locate the offending item from the bedside table. She made a mental note to spend at least the morning in bed.
“Hello, I love your profile, we matched!”
Sara bolted upright in the bed, happy to have made a connection finally.
“Hi, I’m Sara… so what’s your name?” she replied.
“Justin. I’m interested in meeting up with you,” he responded confidently.
A man who sounded as if he knew what he wanted, thought Sara. Not wanting to waste any time, her mind raced onto fast forward.
“Sure, are you free this evening?”
“That would suit me. How about 7.30 outside Frankie’s?’
“I look forward to it,” said Sara.
Justin signed off abruptly, leaving Sara looking at his profile. She’d go along, not one to miss the chance of meeting a new guy. He sounded intriguing at the very least.
All she had to do now was relax, decide what to wear in the evening and make sure she had her bag full of essential items: an array of whips, masks, cuffs, condoms, baby wipes and massage oils.
She chose a black PVC mini dress with stand up collar and corset-panelled front, complete with laces which were secured in a criss-cross fashion, starting just below her navel and ending just above her nipples. Black stockings with lacy tops and her feet clad in four-inch black patent heels. Hair piled high on her head. She was ready. She wore her long leather coat over the top. He was in for a surprise tonight, thought Sara, smiling to herself.
Do You Come Here Often?
Frankie’s was a local music venue; there were several people waiting around outside when Sara arrived at 7.30. Her breath caught in her throat as a seductive voice whispered in her ear.
“Hello Sara, remember me?” Strong arms turned her around. Sara gasped as she recognised her fantasy lover from the previous evening. Dark eyes stared intensely at her. He smiled and held up a small scrap of newspaper cutting. Then lowered his mouth, kissing her quick and hard.
“I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under that coat tonight, Sara.”
Justin pulled her in close and slid his hand up beneath the leather coat, coming into immediate contact with the lace top of her stocking-clad thigh. His heartbeat quickened, his cock hardened and he gave out a small groan as Sara cupped his balls, fondling them through the thin cotton of his chinos.
Justin pulled away first, unsure if he could wait but mindful that they were in public.
“Lady, you are hot. My car’s round the corner. I suggest we go for a drive.”
They headed straight for the park. As they arrived they could see another couple in a parked car
“Let’s watch for a moment,” said Sara.
They viewed the woman unzipping the man’s fly. Engulfed in the thrill of watching them, Sara failed to notice that Justin’s face had turned to stone.
But as she got a clearer view of the woman, Sara herself gasped in disbelief. It was one of her oh-so- moral work colleagues.
“I know her, she’s married!” she exclaimed.
“I know she’s married,” replied Justin. “That’s my wife. What the fuck is she doing here?”
“Two timing, just like you,” said Sara, and pulled him back into the car. She was starting to feel at home in her new town already.
