Harriet Peniston 10 - The Call of the Wild - Making Friends

Harriet starts to meet new people who share her interests.

Harriet had returned to the picnic spot three times since her encounter with the van driver. Each time she parked up in the same spot and waited. Each time the place remained deserted and she drove away after waiting for half an hour as she lost her nerve. The prospect of seeing the man again caused her great embarrassment and she breathed a sigh of relief each time she drove out, but there was also a feeling of disappointment. A build up to nothing. Why else had she returned?

The fourth time she returned was different. As she drove towards the entrance she indicated right to turn in, pausing for oncoming traffic. The car heading towards her suddenly indicated left and drove into the car park, as Harriet was already committed to the turn she followed it in.

She parked up in her usual spot while the other car parked some distance away. Harriet watched as a couple got out, they paused and looked over towards her.

They looked to be in their forties. The man was dressed in camouflage trousers and a loose over shirt. The woman was wearing a simple tube dress. It was a sunny September afternoon and not too cold for it, thought Harriet.

The couple spoke to each other and then turned and headed down one of the paths into the trees. Harriet sat for a couple of minutes wondering what to do. She was curious as to where the paths led, but had been reticent to explore before. Feeling safer with the thought of another couple walking in there, she decided to follow.

Harriet followed the path into the trees. It turned to the right after only twenty feet or so and led to a small clearing with another wooden picnic table at its centre. Leaning against the table was the man whilst the woman was kneeling before him sucking his cock, her dress pulled down displaying her large breasts.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry”, blurted out Harriet as she started to turn away. The man just smiled at her whilst the woman stopped sucking.

“It’s okay. Stay”, she said, and took his cock back in her mouth, taking it deep into her throat.

Harriet stood and watched as the woman sucked his cock. She watched her technique looking for something to learn. The woman bobbed her head up and down his shaft as the man gave moans of encouragement.

“Get your tits out”, said the man. A thrill rushed through Harriet as she unbuttoned her dress and removed her bra. She was standing topless watching another topless woman suck a man’s cock. She kept watching.

The man suddenly started to fuck the woman’s mouth forcefully. Harriet heard the squelch as he pushed in and out of her throat. The woman didn’t seem to mind, and just let him hold her head as he finished, cumming in her mouth and throat. After a moment the woman stood, swallowing and smiling at Harriet. The man looked at her, his limp cock hanging from his trousers.

“Did you like that?”, he asked. He was talking to Harriet and not the woman.

“Yes”, said Harriet quietly. She wasn’t sure what else to say.

The man nodded at the woman who then approached Harriet, reaching out and fondling her breasts. “Nice tits”, she said before leaning in to kiss her deeply.

Harriet had never been kissed by a woman before, but she responded instantly with her tongue in the woman’s mouth. She tasted of the man and cigarettes and the woman’s tongue pushed softly against her own. Harriet reciprocated by putting her hands on the woman’s breasts. They were larger than her own and felt soft and welcoming. She felt the woman respond to her touch and they broke the kiss naturally. Looking and smiling at each other.

The man was watching slowly massaging his cock to another erection.

“Sit on the table”, said the woman and Harriet sat. She rose as the woman removed her panties and then settled back again. “Lay down”, said the woman as she knelt between her legs and started to lick her pussy.

Harriet felt a sudden jolt of terror. In all her life she had never received oral sex before and was suddenly terrified that she might be unpleasant in some way. She let the feeling go, instead indulging in the pleasure she was feeling as the woman’s tongue licked up her slit in long strokes before darting in and out of her cunt and then fixing on her clitoris with hard and fast movements. Harriet was enjoying it and hoped that Andrew wouldn’t be too put off if she suggested he try it himself.

As the pleasure grew the woman suddenly stopped and stood up. “Fuck her, Kev”. She said. The man took her place before Harriet, his cock now fully erect again.

“Okay?”, he said, looking down on her as she lay back on the table.

“Yes”, said Harriet. She wanted it.

The man put his arms under her knees, lifting them up and pulling her to the edge of the table. His cock pushed straight into her, fucking her hard.

Harriet looked up. Blue sky above her, the green and red and yellow of trees around her. She was outside being fucked by a man she didn’t know, being watched by a woman who kept reaching across and groping her tits while she fingered herself. She remembered the online audiences that she had performed for with Witness, but this felt very different.

“Oh you’re fucking lovely”, she heard the man say as he increased the force and speed of his fucking.

Harriet moaned loudly. “Yes!’, she shouted. She wondered if there was anybody else around who might have heard her.

The man came inside her as she reached her own orgasm. She was grateful at last for her contraceptive shots.

He pulled out and along with the woman both looked down at Harriet and helped her sit up on the table. The woman pulled her dress back up over her breasts and handed her a wipe to clean up with and Harriet wiped the cum away from between her legs as the man lit a cigarette and handed it to the woman before offering one to Harriet. She declined, and he lit one for himself.

Harriet sat quietly, refastening her dress, watching them as they both took long drags of their cigarettes, inhaling deep. It felt like a long time before the woman spoke.

“I’m Angela and this is Kevin”, she finally said.

“Harriet”, said Harriet. It felt like the wrong time to be making the introductions.

Everything suddenly seemed to feel different. Just three people having a chat. The sex seemed to have been and gone.

“Do you come here a lot?”, asked Angela.

“No, not really”, answered Harriet.

“We don’t expect to find others during the day. It’s much better at night if you come then”.

“I don’t really get the chance in the evening”, said Harriet.

“Kids?”, asked Angela.

“Yes”, replied Harriet.

Angela nodded and looked across at Kevin. He was just smoking and watching them both.

“He loves a little girl on girl”, said Angela mischievously.

Harriet blushed. She didn’t know what to say. She wondered what Angela tasted like.

“There’s not really much action in the day”, said Angela.

Harriet nodded, but thought about the man in the van as well as what just happened. It felt like enough action for her.

Angela kept talking. “Are you on Swing-UK?”, she asked. “It’s good to connect with others who are local”.

“No”, replied Harriet. “What is it?”.

“Just a website. Swingers, hook ups. Sex”, she laughed. “You should get on and try it. We could keep in touch”.

Harriet again nodded. “Don’t forget these”, said Angela handing Harriet her panties.

“Thank you”, said Harriet putting them back on. She looked at Kevin, but Angela seemed to be the one calling the shots. Harriet rather liked that.

They walked back out to the car park together. Other than their own cars it was still empty. Angela took a pen and paper from her car and wrote down the Swing-UK website address and her own username, handing it to Harriet.

“Message me if you like”, she said. “Oh and don’t use your own name and use a new email address”.

Harriet nodded. Kevin and Angela got into their car and Harriet walked over to her own, putting the piece of paper into her bag. “Another website to join”, she said to herself. By the time Harriet had adjusted herself and fastened her seatbelt, Kevin and Angela were already driving out onto the road.

Harriet sat for a moment, looking around the empty car park, thinking about what had happened just fifteen minutes earlier. She smiled as she started the car and drove back home.

As soon as Harriet got home she went to the Swing-UK website to take a look. Unfortunately she couldn’t see anything without registering, so following Angela’s advice she got a new private email account for herself and began the registration process.

It asked for a first name. Harriet paused and thought for a while. Finally she typed in Gemma, who was a girl at school who had a reputation. She never liked her, but now she felt she’d missed out.

She was also asked for the first part of her postcode. She paused unsure if she should proceed, then hurriedly typed it in and moved to the next page before she could change her mind.

The next question was sexuality and was multiple choice. She felt a thrill as she ticked the box Bisexual.

Then there was a whole host of “interests”. She read them all, some of them disgusted her, and there were others she didn’t even know what they meant. She eventually ticked Men, Women, oral sex, bareback, interracial, outdoor and online chat. The latter seemed out of place.

For a photo she reused one of her tits from The Witness Program.

Finally she was asked to write a description.

“White wife, 30s, exploring”. Keep it simple and general she thought. She would be turning 39 in a month so was at the top end of that age range, but she didn’t like to think about 40.

With that registration was complete. She looked up the username that Angela had given her. “NECouple44”. There were various pictures. She instantly recognised Angela laying on that exact picnic table, legs open with a group of men around her. She gasped as she thought about how basic this all was. The Witness Program felt much more sophisticated in comparison.

She then clicked on something called Verifications and saw over thirty entries all describing meeting Angela and Kevin and what they had done. This was a whole different world for Harriet, but she was definitely in it now.

“Whatever next?”, she thought.