Poppy

"Ahh well," Jack muttered and verbally backtracked.

"Ahh see," Dannielle crowed. "Will do it with Poppy but not on your own. You aren't an exhibitionist any more than me. You are doing it to keep her sweet, and that's very selfless, but it's no route to happiness."

"No. Ok, I'll do it for you. What time? What place?"

"You don't have to," Dannielle muttered. "I was only joking. You ..."

"No, I'll do it, if you are there. And only if you are there."

She laughed and then spluttered. "Fuck, you're serious."

"Yeah."

"It's for Marie, and it's next Tuesday at ... say 8pm. At my house."

"Marie?"

"Yeah, well, her split with her boyfriend didn't go all that well."

"No?"

"No, he did it before she did. She was most upset and angry."

Jack sighed. "But that's ..." His voice petered out as Dannielle glared at him. "I will never understand women."

Chapter IV

"I hope you are going to smile," Poppy teased as they pulled onto the road going out of Northwich. "I need you to be horny not grumpy."

"Do you have any idea where we are going?"

"Yeah," Poppy said confidently and then shrugged. "OK, I read about it. But it sounds awesome."

"It sounds criminal," Jack added, and Poppy scowled as she looked across at him in the passenger seat before turning down a very narrow country lane. "Where are we going? This is off the unbeaten track."

"It's a road," Poppy snapped and accelerated down the hedge-lined lane.

"It's in the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah, let's put a dogging area in the middle of the town centre," Poppy mocked. "You tit!" She laughed as Jack stared into the distance. They approached a bridge before Poppy stopped in the layby that contained a dozen other cars.

"We're here."

"But this is ... just in ..."

"What did you expect?" Poppy asked. "Gold plated beds in the middle of a bedouin tent?"

"Street lights," Jack suggested. "I mean it's nearly dark." Poppy shook her head and looked at him. "Well get naked then. Or at least get your trousers off."

Jack stared at her. "I'm not sure about this."

"Well I am," she said firmly and then apologised. "I've wanted to do this with someone for ages. And please, I know you enjoy the sex as well and I think this will be great and so much fun."

Poppy looked up when a car in front of them flashed it's headlights and the exhibitionist gave a sigh. She looked across, smiled and flashed her lights. "What's that for?"

"It means I want them to come and join us." She pushed skirt down to her ankles and ensured she caught her underwear with her thumbs and then pushed it down to her join her skirt, before throwing her T-shirt into the back of the car. "I want them to see everything."

She gasped as she pushed her seat back, and Jack saw some shadowy figures emerge from the trees. Poppy put the cabin light on and slowly pushed her head back. She began to circle her clit with her finger and mewed. She started holding onto her breath and then gasping when she exhaled.

Jack leant over and slowly kissed her. She spluttered before returning the kiss and then allowing her companion to slide his finger into her hole and press firmly on the sides. She whimpered as Jack rotated his finger in her dripping orifice and she squeezed onto the door handle. Jack could make out half-a-dozen masturbating men around the car.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins, and he felt the thrill and naughtiness of their outlawed actions. He pushed harder on the loins of Poppy causing her to open her mouth and cry out. "Oh fuck, yes!"

Jack rubbed her clit with his thumb as her pushed a second finger alongside his first. Poppy held her breath, shook and cried out several expletives as her body tensed and convulsed.

Jack saw a white streak emerge on his window; Poppy wasn't the only person climaxing and Poppy looked at him with wide eyes. "I gotta," she squealed and leant over to take his cock in her mouth.

Jack took a few deep breaths as the lustful girl's warm mouth embraced his sensitive cock and slid down it. Jack put his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying and savouring Poppy's expert oral caressing of his manhood.

She glanced up at him as her hand slid around the base and she sucked the top half of his member. Her tongue ran around the glans, and he sighed loudly. She twisted her hand around the base, and he gripped the back of her head.

He pushed down on her shoulders, tensed his legs and clenched his buttocks before grunting and filling the girl's mouth. He took a few long, deep breaths before she disengaged. "Told you, I'd make it worth your while," she teased and then looked around her car. "Time to do that to my fans," she said and opened the window.

The first cock she was presented with, was only just at the height of the window, so the naked girl had to lean through, but Jack watched as she gleefully and energetically took the stranger's cock in her mouth and knelt up on the seat.

This gave Jack access to her slit and the young farmer pressed against her clit and then scissored his fingers into her dripping hole.

Poppy orgasmed as she gave out blowjobs to three men, each of whom came in seconds as they had spent most of the previous fifteen minutes playing with themselves during her "show."

Poppy wound up the window as the last man left her car and looked at Jack with a glint in her eye. "I want a bit more fun," she begged and pulled out a bag from the boot, before taking out some leather trousers.

The black, skin-tight garment hugged her body wonderfully, and Jack shook his head. "Why?"

"Leather is awesome," he was told. "And my ... bits ... are getting sore. You weren't gentle." Jack apologised, but Poppy dismissed him. "S'Fine. I like it rough. But I want more fun."

Jack watched as she got out of the car and walked a dozen metres where a handful of people were standing around a couple of cars.

Poppy sidled up to an elderly gentleman watching a young couple screw in the back seat of their people carrier and Poppy smiled as she took his hands from his cock and slowly masturbated him to a stuttering orgasm.

Jack watched in wonder; he was cold in the cool night air with just his T-shirt and boxer shorts on, but it was enchanting and very lustfully dirty.

Poppy sighed as the man shot his load and she caught the eye of a middle-aged tracksuit-clad skinhead. She blew him a kiss and ran her hands down his half-naked body.

Jack saw him openly touch her crotch through the leather trousers, and she writhed under the pleasure, before sinking to her knees in the muddy grass verge to fellate the lecherous man.

Jack watched as three men were wanked onto her shiny trousers and another four were fellated to completion, but despite many requests, Poppy was not prepared to have full intercourse. "Next time," she promised and wiggled her hips as she walked back to her car. Jack had been spellbound throughout and had taken Poppy up on the offer of another blowjob just as a number of the visitors left the site; it was getting late

"Don't you want to get changed?" Jack asked as she just wiped her trousers with damp tissues. Poppy shot him a look and picked her T-shirt from the back seat, as she started the car.

"No," she muttered. "I'll be fine."

"OK," Jack cried and Poppy turned the car around in the small space. He yawned.

"We are so coming back."

"Are you sure?" Jack asked. "A couple of the guys looked a bit scary to me. And they were very pushy."

"Sure," Poppy said as she accelerated towards the main road. "But that happens everywhere. Even at service stations."

Jack gulped, and Poppy put her hand on his. She said she thought it was sweet that he was thinking about her but that she was fine and very much enjoyed herself, despite one of the cocks being "disgusting." She dropped Jack off at his house, and he waved at her as she drove off towards the village.

"You're late," his mother moaned as Jack came into the lounge. He glanced up at the clock and apologised.

"Sorry. With Poppy." His mother looked over the yawning boy, and she rubbed her hands. "Lovely time."

"Is she the one?" Jack hesitated and stuttered. "That Poppy is good for you," she told him. "You see happier ... more radiant, even."

"I think she might be," he just replied, before wishing that he hadn't. It was one thing to tell his parents he was going out with Poppy; it was quite something else to tell his parents that she might be "the one." This would lead to a lot of very leading questions. "Anyway, good night," he said before his big mouth could cause him any more problems.

* * * * *

Jack met Dannielle who embraced him. "Thanks," she muttered, and her eyes met his. "I know she wants a stripper and ... what are you wearing?"

"Just jeans and T-shirt," he told her in the half-light. "What you told me to. And I had a shower as you told me to."

She sighed. "I said smart-casual."

"Well it's the casual side of smart-casual but you know what my wardrobe's like and ..."

"So glad I got you a fireman's outfit," Dannielle told him and he spluttered.

"A what?" Dannielle shook her head and led her friend to her terraced house. She tentatively opened her front door and could hear jeers and shouts coming from the front room.

"Sssshhhh!" Dannielle hissed and pointed up the stairs.

"Danni," a voice inside the room called and Jack's escort disappeared for a few moments before returning to the nervous stripper.

"I'm not sure 'bout this," Jack muttered, but Dannielle gave him a smile and kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't, if you don't want to," she told him. "But I would be very grateful. Very grateful. You know I will be."

"Yeah," Jack said and took a few deep breaths. "OK, I'll be fine."

"Right, the outfit is here," she said gleefully and held up a bag. "Not to mention the baby oil and the ... oh what's that look for. Strippers do more than just get their clothes off. They provide full entertainment."

Jack groaned but took out the bright yellow and black jacket and trousers. He noted that the garments had poppers along the side so they could be "whipped off" easily and his eyes widened when he saw the vulgar T-shirt to wear underneath the jacket, a posing pouch and then a skimpy pair of briefs. "Do I get any privacy?" Jack asked. "Or are you just going to be in the same place as me getting changed 'cause us Fox's look down on that sort of thing!"

She giggled at him. "Now you know what it feels like." She crossed her arms and sighed when he stood motionless and turned her back. "Honestly, men!" Jack took off his clothes watching Dannielle's body for any movement before putting the posing pouch, briefs, T-Shirt and fireman's outfit on his nervous body. "I'm going to see it in a minute anyway."

Jack just grunted as he pushed his hands down the garment. "Will I do?"

"You'll do," she muttered as she turned around and looked him up and down. "Now there'll be whipped cream as well and ..."

"What are you wanting me to do with that?"

Dannielle shrugged. "I don't know. Just that male strippers always have whipped cream." Jack's eyebrows rose. "Do what you want with it, I don't care, just be imaginative."

"Imaginative," Jack muttered. "Yeah, I can do imaginative. Easy." He looked at his friend, his heart beating furiously and blew through pursed lips. "Yeah, shall we do this before I get cold feet."

Dannielle laughed. "I've had the heating on," she told him. "So you don't get cold anything!"

Jack and Dannielle crept down the stairs, and Dannielle leant in to whisper to Jack. "Stay here. I'm gonna put some music on in a minute. Come in to that. I'll be holding the whipped cream and baby oil when you want it." He shook his head, and Dannielle blew him a kiss. "And don't forget your shiny helmet," she said, passing him the headwear with a giggle as she quietly slipped into the room.

Jack listened; he heard some shouting and laughing, but there was no music. He could feel butterflies in his stomach and took a few deep breaths; this feel so much more personal than what he did with Poppy.

There was a knock on the door that made him jump and he heard the famous introduction to the infamous "The Stripper" instrumental number. His hands shook as he put the helmet on, and entered the room to a wall of cheering and drunken cries.

He looked around the room; he recognised half of the young ladies scattered on two settees and the floor from his time with Dannielle, and saw a small pile of bottles in the corner; the girls were drunk.

"It's ... Jack," a voice called, and Jack turned to see Sammy - another girl from the stables - but before he could think about any implications of his impromptu striptease getting back to his parents, Dannielle caught his eye and nodded towards the birthday girl.

Jack had to double-take: to call Marie "fat" would be unfair, unkind and untrue, but she had certainly put on a little bit of weight since he had last seen her. Her face was slightly more rotund, and her black dress was tighter across her body, but she ululated in excitement as Jack looked at her and licked his lips.

Her friends giggled as Jack danced in the room, swinging his hips in an uncoordinated fashion. "Get 'em off, get 'em off," a heckler screeched but Jack looked at Marie and took off his helmet, passing it to the girl before blowing her a kiss.

Jack was starting to enjoy being the centre of attention and made pelvic thrusts towards Marie as he tugged at his jacket. Marie cooed as he ripped the jacket and the garment came unattached at the poppers.

The girls cried in unison, and he skipped around the room, blowing kisses towards a couple of the girls before ripping his trousers off to expose his briefs. The T-shirt came down below his waist, and Marie shouted at him to get it off.

The girls certainly appreciated his toned body and well-defined muscles and cooed lustfully as he danced in his tight briefs. Dannielle held out the baby oil, and he took it from her and poured some over his shoulder so that it ran down his torso and slid across the carpet to kneel at Marie's feet. "Rub it in," he said with a glint in his eye.

She brunette girl laughed and acted coy but half-a-dozen hands caressed his body, and the drunken Marie soon joined in. Jack got up from the floor and did a twirl, shaking his rear in Marie's lap before grinding his crotch into her giggling face.

The laughing and cheering replaced the song that had finished, and he looked at her as he pulled down his briefs to expose the leather posing pouch. Marie laughed, and her friends told her to "touch it."

"Ahhh," Jack told her and picked up the whipped cream. He applied a small amount to the smooth posing pouch as the room erupted into stifled laughter.

He passed the cream to Marie's friend, and Marie was pushed forward to "clean" the black leather patch, pushing on Jack's erect cock underneath.

"Get 'em off," a couple of voices told the young stripper. "Get 'em off." Jack looked at Dannielle who just smiled back, but two hands left the sofa and tugged at the flimsy leather garment.

Jack gasped in shock, but the girls exploded into gleeful shrieks and sprayed whipped cream to cover his erect manhood. Jack didn't complain as Marie licked it off, or that he was covered again in baby oil and had to dance naked with the birthday girl.

He was starting to enjoy the attention from the horny young ladies as hands rubbed him up and down and girlish giggling turned into adult enjoyment. He held his hand out for Dannielle to dance with him, and the room went quiet as they watch the farm girl get up from her chair and spin the naked man around the room. "Oooo, Dannielle," a voice called from the kitchen, and Jack turned to face it. "Why did you dump him?"

"Oh," Jack cried and put his hands over his crotch, blushing and spluttering to howls of laughter from the assembled ladies. "Hi Mrs Nulford. Didn't see you there."

The smirking woman giggled. "I can see that. If I was ten years younger ..." She teased, and Dannielle shook her head and escorted her ex-boyfriend back towards the stairs. Jack got a cheer as he left the room, and Dannielle chased him to her bedroom. She held out a small bundle of banknotes.

"For Uni," she told him but Jack hesitated, and she glared at him. "I mean it. Thank you. We were prepared to pay for a stripper, just didn't know one."

"I can't," Jack told her and looked into her eyes.

"We gotta pay you."

"I'll take a kiss," the naked man asked, and Dannielle bit her lip, before smiling as she looked down at the floor.

"That would make me a prostitute. Trading services of that kind for other services."

"You made me a stripper," Jack told her, and she blushed.

She leant forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. Jack put his hands on her waist and she tilted her head before puckering at him. "That's to say thank you ... as a friend," she told him and allowed her eyes to linger on his muscle-clad torso. "A very grateful friend."

"Sure," Jack muttered and picked up his clothes. "For you, anything!"

* * * * *

Poppy passed the bread to Jack who thanked her and dipped it in the gravy that lined the plate. Poppy looked at her watch and then the face of her mother watching her. "We better head off soon," she muttered and gave a gentle titter. "Film starts soon."

"Oh ... what are you watching again?"

"Errr ..." Poppy stuttered and grunted.

"Erin Brock-o-vick," Jack blurted out, thinking of the only film he had heard anyone mention in the last few months.

Poppy smiled and nodded. "Yeah, and it's on soon, so we better go. Before it gets too d- ... late."

"Yeah," Jack replied and slipped out of his seat. "Thanks Mrs ... umm ... Miss Hamilton, that was lovely."

"Suzanne, I told you, please." The thin woman smiled and looked at Poppy. "If you are going to be going out with Poppy then I can't be Miss Hamilton, can I?"

"Err ... no," Jack conceded, and Poppy led him out to her car with a rucksack. Her mother waved them off, and Jack let out a dramatic sigh as they got to the end of the road.

"Sorry," Poppy said and burst into laughter. "She's never asked so many questions when she's met any of my other boyfriends." Poppy looked at him squirming. "It's OK, I don't want you to be my boyfriend, but she wants me to have one. I do not know why."

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just with all the ... umm ... questions." Poppy giggled. "Your face was a picture!" She looked over at him as she turned onto the main road and headed towards Northwich. "Where are we going?"

"You know where we are going!" Poppy said ominously and gave him a grin. "I just gotta go back." Jack groaned. "Come on, you know I'll make it worth your while!"

* * * * *

Poppy pulled up at the layby and looked at her watch. There were a couple of other cars present, and the excited girl looked at her nervous partner. "Am wanting to see much more action," she told him and took a few deep breaths. "Not just sex with you, but sex ..."

"Poppy," Jack cried, and she rubbed her hands.

"I know. I know. But I've been thinking of nothing else. I need to do it. I have an itch."

"You're crazy."

"Oh come on, if there is a great-looking woman over there you telling me, you'd pass up the chance to dip your wick in her, sprawled across a bonnet or up against a bridge or ..." Her voice trailed off as she pulled off her T-shirt and slid her linen trousers to her ankles to reveal a bodice with stockings and suspenders. She looked at Jack's eyes flicking down her body and giggled. "Come on. There are enough people."

Poppy opened her car door and waited for Jack to tentatively join her. He was nervous, she could tell, but he blended in with his ripped jeans and faded T-shirt.

She smiled at him, held out her hand and kissed him on the cheek. A couple of car lights flashed and she waved at them before leaning back on her bonnet. Jack shook his head, and Poppy flinched. "Cold," she muttered and retrieved a blanket from the car to put over the cold metal.