Peeping Tomasena Ch. 03

I really hope you have read the previous parts one and two of this story because it needs the build up to this climax of the naughty behaviour of the author, who is writing this from personal experience.

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Just to remind you; in part one I told you how I just happened onto a couple making love in their car and the profound effect it had on me. I described how I fashioned a pair of trousers to allow me to play with my pussy while watching, or just waiting for something to happen. Then the night I opened my coat and allowed the couple to see that I was not the slim young man they thought was peeping in on their lovemaking, but in fact a young woman with a smoothly shaved pussy. My pussy was neatly framed by those trousers, which were styled on a pair of crotchless or suspender tights. They were cut away at the front and back and both sides, leaving just narrow strips of material to hold the legs in place. They appeared to be a normal pair of trousers below the hem of my borrowed coat.

In part two, I almost got caught while watching a couple outside, my game almost rumbled by my impending climax. I knew that if I had reached my peak, the sounds of a female coming would have alerted the men standing with me watching this fantastic exhibition. They would know I was an impostor, and the outcome could have been terrible. I could hardly have cried rape when dressed and exposed as I was that night! Later, I found that couple who gave me not only the best show ever, but the girl, on finding out my little secret, got in on the act by giving me the most fantastic climax while I was hanging onto the roof rails of her car. The man who actually caught me held me up, as my legs went all wobbly with the wonderful sensations she had given me. And finally, you may remember how his hands held me up, but in the most inappropriate place. He had both his hands full of my titties, but being gentlemanly enough to allow me to escape to my car and lock myself in, shaking from head to foot, vowing never to do anything like that ever again, it was just too frightening.

But like pie crusts, promises even to oneself get broken. It didn't take very long to forget the danger and the abject fear, only the fantastic thrill remaining firmly in my crazy brain and my seriously oversexed imagination. I did keep to my local area of the forest for several weeks. It was quiet, and for the first week or ten days I wore ordinary trousers under my old waxed cotton coat. Yes, I had claimed it as mine now. Well, I wore it every day and my hubby had forgotten he had it.

However, the thrill of those encounters soon flooded back into my sub-consciousness, driving me to change into those outrageous trousers once again. The sensuous feeling of the cool air, wafting up from the hem of the coat as I walked, sent signals to my head that simply couldn't be ignored.

The first night nothing happened. I just got hornier by the yard as I walked the dogs deep into the forest and back home. Nothing at all. How disappointed but somehow relieved I felt. I so wanted to watch and, yes, I will admit it to you, I wanted to expose myself to some unsuspecting couple having sex alfresco.

I sat in my kitchen after getting changed, not wanting my husband to come home and find me dressed like that, thinking about my feelings. I was getting very worked up at the thought of showing my pussy to strangers. I had become a flasher! Oh my god! What had happened to that rather quiet young woman who moved from town to this cottage in the forest, and who was frightened of the dark?

I remember asking my hubby to put up lights around the house to make me feel more secure when he wasn't around. I missed the street lights of my home town, the knowledge of my next door neighbours only the other side of the party wall. Now my nearest neighbour was half a mile away and he was an old man who seemed quite happy to sit at home all the time.

That woman was somewhere in the dim and distant past. I now loved the dark woods, the secret affairs that took place in the dusk evenings, the exhibitionist couples who made love knowing they could be watched. In fact they were inviting other people to enjoy watching their sexual romps in the back of their cars, or even outside on the grass.

My husband had commented several times about how I had changed. I had become more self assured and confident and a lot more sexy. He loved that bit, I can promise you, because even just wearing those naughty trousers lit a fire in me that only he could quench, and he loved putting those fires out.

Like most couples we had slowed down after a few years of marriage, to what I suppose is the 'norm' - about twice a week, sometimes more at weekends. Now suddenly I wanted him every night, just like those wonderful first days of wedded bliss. I was now always so randy, and I turned to my surprised, but rather pleased husband, as a solution to my problem.

I went back to the routine of walking the dogs every night wearing my special outfit, often sitting on one of those picnic benches playing with my pussy until I came, wishing there was someone there to watch. Now I did mean to say someone for me to watch .... but perhaps my fingers are more honest than my mind.

I fantasized about the actual experiences I had enjoyed and I wished so hard that just one more couple would use my section of the forest. My prayers were answered! The lights of a car swept the clearing that serves as a car park. The car pulled to a stop only a few yards from my concealed position behind some bushes.

The interior light came on, my tummy cramped with both fear and anticipation. Was someone getting out, or just putting the light on to invite me to peep? I watched in fascination, neither door opened, so I felt sure that it was an invitation.

Hushing the dogs to silence I hooked their leads over the seat, not wanting them to rush out giving my presence away. I crept slowly out from behind my screen of bushes; I could see a man's head in the passenger seat. I guessed his girl had her head somewhere in his lap.

I crept nearer and nearer, still not seeing any sign of a woman in the car. I know I should have moved back and found a different way around his car. I had all the warning bells ringing in my head, but my feet kept moving closer and closer to this suspicious looking car.

I was close enough to see there was no girl, just a man. His hand caressed his enormous cock. It looked huge! He hadn't seen me yet, my last chance to run, but my curiosity won over again the memories of that near disaster failed to stop me. Getting so close, he now noticed my movements, looking straight out of his window into my face.

He smiled and leaned back in the seat, pushing the back rest so it folded away into an almost reclining position, showing his cock in all its magnificent glory. He was justly proud of his monster. He pulled his foreskin back exposing the big red inflamed looking head, a few drops of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

My brain was battling with my body; one wanting to run, the other fascinated by the spectacle before my eyes. Of course I had seen magazines with men showing their oversized cock off, but to see one in the flesh was so utterly compelling I couldn't move away.

I had this image flash in front of my eyes of a poor little rabbit in the headlights of a car, mesmerised, unable to look away, held by the power of the lights; or, in my case, the size of his thing. The soft buzz of the window winder almost frightened me away but still I remained rooted to the spot.

The window opened quietly and the scent of his arousal caught my nostrils making my senses reel with the pent up lust I was feeling. There is nothing like the smell of sex to get me going. The sense of smell is more intense even than sight, only rivalled by touch. He spoke in a quiet voice asking me to come and sit beside him in his car.

My own voice was husky enough to resemble a young man, or maybe boy - as I looked in my big old coat. I replied "No, I will watch from here."

He just smiled and said "Suit yourself," continuing to stoke his big cock.

I watched as he played for a while, thinking if he wasn't sitting there with his cock out he would look quite respectable. His car was one of those big flash things - a BMW or Merc. He looked old enough to be my dad, but that didn't reduce my feelings of lust.

He asked me again to come and sit in his car. I must admit those big soft leather seats looked so inviting. Dare I get in his car? No, of course not, but my hand reached for the door handle. Pulling on it, the door opened gently. He didn't move, just sat there staring at me with a strange look in his eyes. Had he seen through my disguise?

What the hell was I thinking about? I didn't really want to get in a strange man's car in this dark car park, especially dressed as I was. My foot rose up to step into his car. I tried to stop myself but the excitement was unbearable. My insane urge to do this overcame the common sense that was telling me to run like the wind, get as far away from this situation as I could.

With the war of lust over sense my foot was in the car, my bottom sitting on the seat. My other foot joined the first as my hand pulled the door shut. He didn't move, just sat there looking at me, a mixture of surprise and pleasure on his quite handsome face, the seat felt warm to my almost bare bottom.

As I relaxed in the warmth and comfort of this luxury car, he spoke. "Would you like to wank me?" I did not, dare not answer, I knew my voice would let me down and tell him without any doubt that I was not the slim young man he might have thought I was, but he expected some sort of reply.

My hand slowly reached out for his huge thing, sticking up like some sort of monolith from his crotch. My fingers touched the hot flesh, sending shivers down my spine, making my pussy throb with desire. I tried to hold it but my hand didn't stand a chance of wrapping around the girth of this monster.

I looked down at our point of contact, my tiny hand trying to hold this huge cock. It looked almost comical, like a sketch in one of those old silent movies. He moaned his pleasure at the touch of my hand. I tried to wank him but my hand just couldn't do it. My grip wasn't even half way round his monster. What on earth should I do now?

Of course the best thing would have been jump out of that car and run as fast as I could until I was safe indoors, but my mixed curiosity and my lust for this huge thing won over again. I tried to reach over with my other hand, hoping a double grip might do the job. It was difficult though, and made worse by the fact his seat was leaning right back where mine was upright.

He pressed a button. My seat started to move slowly and gently reclined to match his, giving me the room to hold his cock in both hands. Again I looked at my hands wrapped around his member, still not meeting - a gap showing between my finger tips, but with enough grip to be able to do something for him. Why on earth did I want to do this to a complete stranger? I couldn't stop myself, pushing his foreskin down and drawing it back up, feeling the contours of his inner hard core as the foreskin moved under my hands.

From the sounds he was making I was getting it right. His moans filled the interior of the car with that sweet contented sound of a man being pleasured. I felt his hand on my thigh and panic set in instantly. What would he do when he found I didn't have a cock?

But I still sat there wanking him, gripping his enormous cock as best I could, pulling his skin down to reveal his big red inflamed knob. I felt his fingers delving into my coat; I could feel him trying to undo the buttons! A few seconds later I felt my coat go loose as he got one button undone and was working on the second.

I almost wet myself with fear, but daren't spoil his soft cream leather seats. He would have been very angry. I used every bit of my strength to hold on and not let the fear take me away from this terrifying but so exciting ordeal. Another button came undone.

Was this what all the previous sights and unbelievable scenarios had been leading me towards? Was this the culmination of my crazy desire to see other people exposed and, yes, to expose myself to them? Was I going to have that enormous cock inside me?

His fingers now explored my naked flesh. His hand stopped! He had found my secret, but I gripped harder on his cock and wanked him as hard as I could in the cramped position. He moaned and said "Good god you're a woman!" He hurriedly unbuttoned the rest of my coat exposing my flesh not only to his hands but also his eyes. He lifted his head to see more clearly what he had found under my coat.

He carefully inserted one finger into my pussy just gently feeling his way, obviously aware now of my secret and perhaps of my fear. His finger moved so slowly round and round my wet pussy, just exploring the wetness and softness of my sexy hole. His finger slipped out to find my clitty, rolling it gently under his thumb.

Now it was my turn to moan. The sound escaped from my lips without any bidding from my conscious mind. The movement of his fingers was driving me towards the inevitable conclusion. He would make me come so quickly doing just that with his thumb. My grip on him faltered as the sensations built in my cunt. I was loosing control of myself.

The pressure increased as his hand pressed a little harder on my mound making me writhe in the seat as I lifted my groin up to meet his probing fingers. He had me in his complete command. This was all it took to break down any small reserve of self control I may have had left; the feelings of my imminent climax were so strong I knew it would only be seconds before I came.

Then it hit me like a kick from a mule. So strong that my senses faded, something that often happens to me at that point when I have a particularly good orgasm. But it had never happened in a stranger's car with someone who I had met only a few minutes ago, never in such a dangerous situation as this.

He kept me going for some time before he slowed down giving me a chance to come to my senses. Did I do the sensible thing jump out and run like hell? No I didn't. I lay there gasping as the after effects of a fantastic climax flowed over me like the rippling of a brook, little aftershocks sending those delicious tingling feelings through my whole being.

I tried to continue my administrations on his huge cock, but to be honest I was so knackered from the feelings he had given me I couldn't do it, not well enough to make him come. He suggested we get out of the car to make it easier for me to wank him. The alarm bells were ringing in my head. I knew I shouldn't but he insisted it would be easier, and to be honest I owed him big time for the thrill he had just given me.

He opened his door and stepped out. I had no choice - thank goodness I'm useless at making decisions. I need to be led by a man. I stepped out of his car, my legs all wobbly, not really able to stand properly. My subconscious mind did a quick risk assessment. I could try to run but my legs wouldn't carry me far not in the state they were at this moment.

Despite my earlier bravado I was seriously frightened. I had led him on and was in real danger of getting my just desserts. I could hardly call it rape if he took me by force, after all I had asked for it, hadn't I? I really didn't want another man to actually have sex with me. I didn't want to be unfaithful to my husband.

He walked round the car, holding my elbow to steady me. He had noticed my wobbles and asked if I wanted to sit down. A thought flashed into my mind, so I answered "Yes please, there is a bench just behind that bush." He so kindly led me to the bench where I had left my three big dogs, which would protect me from any stranger.

Well. That's not quite true, they were as soft as I was, but he didn't know that and the sight of two big black Labradors and a golden retriever would make most men a little wary. I sat on the seat with him standing looking at me as our eyes became used to the wan moonlight. His enormous cock was sticking out in front of him and I had a crazy notion to try to suck it, but realised it was just too much even for my big mouth.

It was a very awkward moment neither of us knowing what to do next. I was quite honestly terrified. What the hell had I got myself into? Peeping was dangerous enough for anybody, especially a woman, but this was far beyond peeping. This was getting dangerously close to being unfaithful to my wonderful husband, something I never, ever want to do.

He seemed uncertain now we were outside. He had appeared quite confident in the car, but perhaps my three dogs were almost as scary to him as his monster cock was to me. We were at a bit of a stalemate. I didn't want this to end by him just leaving and me sitting there wondering what could have happened. He had made this thing work up to now, perhaps it was my turn to move things along!

What could I do? Well I was sure not going to try to suck that huge thing. The term 'jaw breaker' came unbidden to mind. How else could I prolong this agony of fear versus thrill? I did the first thing that came to mind - probably not the wisest thing - but none of this needed a brain; quite the reverse in fact. I leaned back against the edge of the table and opened the long flaps of the coat exposing my cut away trousers and all that they contained.

He watched as I exposed myself to him, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he saw the whole of my special trousers and what they didn't hide. His hand worked faster on his huge thing. I noticed even his big man's hands couldn't completely encircle the girth of it. My god! It was the biggest thing I have ever seen.

My fingers went without bidding to my very wet and throbbing pussy, parting the outer lips showing him the inner soft petals, exposing my clitty to his eyes. I expect he could see my entrance as it contracted with the spasms of lust, probably pumping my sex juice out as it pulsed with both excitement, and fear that he would try to stick that enormous thing in me.

I was asking for it, despite the fact I had no intention of having sex with him. I must have seemed like an offering on a plate. Well, a picnic bench actually, he had only to step forward a few feet and he could have pinned me to the bench and have his way with me.

But he kept his distance. Probably the dogs sitting both sides of me were enough deterrent to protect me from myself, as well as this stranger. His hand action was now really fast, wanking his big cock straight at me, my fingers doing much the same to my hot pussy.

The moon came from behind the clouds bathing the little clearing with that soft light, making every thing look so much more real, but somehow just as unreal. Sorry I can't find the words to describe the fantasy type feelings caused by this increased illumination. It was almost surreal.

Was this really happening? Was I actually sitting there, coat open all the way, showing myself to this stranger with the most unbelievable cock? Was I wanking myself off in front of the biggest cock I had ever seen, or for that matter imagined? Did I really allow this man to stand only a few feet away with his cock in his hand, totally unprotected?

The answer to my questions was yes, I was, and I was enjoying so much. My only fear was he would try to get that huge thing inside me, because I knew it was far too big for me handle. His cock was at least two, maybe three times the size of my husband's and even he feels too big sometimes.

His hand was going fast, as was my own. Both of us were nearing that inevitable climax, both of us needing to feel the release of coming. Despite my earlier orgasm I still needed this so much. It probably was the reason I didn't do what any sensible girl would and run like hell when faced with something so frighteningly threatening as his cock.