One hour later and there I was driving down the lane. There she was on foot ahead of me, dark brown coat, tight jeans and boots. I slowed as I pulled up along side her and opened the car window. Hi, I said, Can I take you somewhere I said with a smile. Oh I hope so was her reply. Our eyes locked, both smiling, both alive with nervous energy. Jump in, I said and we parked up just around the corner in the same layby, back where it all began many years ago. So..... How do we do this she asked. Did I tell her about how I was stripped and collared right where we were sat by a married man who used me to do such depraved things. Did I tell her about how I'd walked naked into the woods, a submissive to a dominant master who had advertised me as a free use whore and in the woods I had been fucked sucked, pissed on and degraded. Did I tell her that it was memory of that moment that had led me back her to this place and to her right now? It's OK she said apparently sensing my hesitation. She reached over and placed her hand on my crotch, my cock quickly growing and straining underneath my jeans. Take it out she said. I looked into her eyes for confirmation, she nodded and within moments my cock was free and wrapped in her soft warm hand. Slowly, she stroked my now stiff cock, our gaze unbroken, her hand sending pleasurable waves through my body and in that moment, I would have done anything she asked. |
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