It’s hot and sunny here in the U.K. today. Reminds me of the heat wave of nineteen-seventy-six.
I was twenty-two and I looked like a rock god — couldn’t play a note, though. A year later my hair was gone but I took up guitar. Yeah, Punk changed everything.
I was going out with an eighteen year old named Belinda. She’d moved in with me that May. On Friday evenings we used to walk the three miles to the city centre, to save the bus fare so we would could buy one more drink. The rent, food, and utilities meant we were skint all the time, we always had to scrape for the weekend.
While we waited for the pub to open we would go across to the park and find a secluded spot, have joint. This day I noticed a guy about fifty yards away trying to conceal himself in the rhododendrons.
Belinda and I had been holding hands, kissing from time to time, proper lovebirds. My hair was shoulder length back then, thick and wild. I had on a a white embroidered cheesecloth shirt and loons — yeah, I know! From where he was he must have though I was a chick, that we were two females
I subtly pointed him out to Belinda and she said lets give him something to look at. She leaned in and started to kiss me. Then she took my hand and put it up her hippy type skirt; a full length affair. She hitched up the hem and opened her legs wide. It took some maneuvering to get my hand through the bunched material and up into her knickers. While I fingered her with one hand I put my arm around her slipped my hand down her top and made a show of feeling her tits.
The guy in the bushes was in line of sight but I’m not sure how good a view he would have had from that distance. Mustn’t have been that good because he casually came out of the bushes while trying his best not to look.
I remember I got her knickers off and put them in full view on the back of the bench besides us. I’d turn from time to time to see if he was still looking. He was closer now.
It was such a thrill putting on a show for him, though I was really scared some ordinary person might come by and get their public decency outraged. I was primed to disengage from Belinda at any moment.
I had three fingers inside her, giving it to her like she deserved it. Belinda loved it too; kept telling to do it faster, harder. She was really wet and my bunched fingers squelched.
The next time I looked up he was about ten yards away, just standing there gaping. He was about thirty I’d say, just come from some office job, judging by his clothes. When I turned and he saw my face and realised I was a guy, his face was a picture. He turned away and actually ran away. Actually ran!
Poor guy. Think I would have been gutted to find the two girls I’d watched lesing out were really a bloke and his girlfriend.
I was so into the excitement of our first outdoor sex I carried on even when we had no audience, brining her to completion in only minutes.
I wanted her to wank me off there and then but she wouldn’t. We had to find a spot totally secluded, where she let me fuck her. didn’t take long.
There was no such thing as dogging back then, but I suppose that I what we were doing.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6dfbje/fingering_my_hippychick_girlfriend_in_the_park_in