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Hard Shoulder Humping
FORUM VOL 23 No 4 1990
First of all thank you very much for the
recent feature on watersports (Vol 22
No 9), which I enjoyed very much, it
was only spoilt for me by being too
short. I am writing to you to relate a
recent experience of mine which I
should like to share with other Forum
readers.
Sometimes having read readers
letters of casual sex etc. I have had my
doubts; however, having had a strange
experience myself I shall suspend
disbelief in future.
It happened one afternoon during
this last lovely summer. I was driving on
to a motorway, down the sliproad,
when a little way ahead on the hard
shoulder was parked a Ford Orion.
Alongside it was a tall brunette in a
shortish skirt being buffeted by th
passing traffic and looking somewhat
confused.
Being a gentleman and having
some time to kill, I pulled over and
stopped. I reversed my van up to the
Orion and got out. She walked towards
me, wobbling slightly and smiling.
'Thank God you stopped,' she said.
'What's the problem?' I asked.
'I think it's run out of petrol, but can
you get me off the motorway quickly?
Please.'
'Turn in,' I said.
In she got, all bronzed thighs, and I
set off.
'Why the hurry?'
'The police just went past, I think
they're coming back. I didn't want to be
found like this, I drunk some wine at
lunchtime and I am slightly over the
limit.'
By the look of her and the smell I
should think she was well over.
'Where should I take you?' I asked.
'Where are we heading now?' she
asked, I told her and it was the wrong
way, approaching the next junction.
I turned around and returned from
where we had come. As we approached
her abandoned car, sure
enough the police had arrived.
'Thank God you came when you
did,' she said and bent across and
kissed me, en the ear.
'Hey, it's okay,' I said, 'but what am I
going to do with you?'
'Could you take me into town?' she
asked.
'Sure - anything for an attractive
girl like you.'
We approached the next junction,
'There is something else,' she said,
looking coy.
'Oh yes?'
'Could you stop somewhere soon, I
need the 100 rather badly.'
'The nearest ones I know must be
twenty minutes away,' I lied, trying to
establish her urgency.
'Oh hell, I can't wait that long,' she
said. I glanced across: her legs were
tightly crossed, her skirt had risen up
and her hands were pushed into her
crotch.
'It's that bad?'
'Yeah, I did drink rather a lot.'
'Hold on tight, I know a handy spot,
if you're that desperate.'
'Oh please,' she pleaded. 'I am
slowly wetting your seat, I am sorry.'
'Don't worry, not for now, anyway,
like girls who wet themselves,' I said
jokingly.
'Oh, kinky are you?'
'No, I just like girls weeing.'
'Well, if I let go we'll be flooded.
hope you can swim.'
We arrived at the quiet spot and
pulled off the road and on to a rutted
cart track, hitting the potholes at
speed.
She bucked in her seat and her
hands lept from her lap.
'Oh hell,' she said
'What's up?' I asked
'You did that on purpose, I've weed
allover your seat now.'
She lifted her short skirt away as I
stopped and I reached across and felt
the seat between her legs as she
struggled to get out of the van without
letting out any more.
'No real harm done,' I said
'Only to my skirt,' she said, holding it
up. Her legs were lovely and, looking
upwards, I feasted my eyes on her
lovely black nylon knickers, glistening
wet and almost transparent.
'Don't look, will you?' she said and
went around to the rear of the van, still
keeping her skirt aloft.
I gave her about three seconds and
followed. There she was, skirt held
aloft, knickers around one ankle, legs
wide apart, leaning against the van and
peeing for all she was worth.
'Go away,' she said.
'Beautiful,' was all I could say,
transfixed by the sight.
I knelt down to get a closer look.
'Oh please,' she said, 'I can't stop'
'Don't stop for me,' I said.
I kneeled under her and put my
hand in her stream; it was steaming
hot. I put my index finger up towards
her pee hole, she started to
overbalance and fell towards me.
We embraced each other and fell
over together into the puddle, my hand
found her cunt and carefully I slipped a
finger inside her. She didn't say a word,
but kissed me passionately. Taking the
hint I found her clitoris and carried on.
She unzipped me and I kicked off my
trousers and boxer shorts.
We made mad passionate love,
rolling around in the grass, neither of us
speaking.
When we finished she again
squatted, pulled me down beside her
and peed again. Reaching for her
panties she wiped some wee on to
them and passed them to me.
'Wear 'em,' she said.
'Thanks very much.'
We dressed. I took her into town and
dropped her at her insistance near
Marks and Spencers.
'After all, I shall need some new
knickers.'
She wouldn't tell me her name or
address but she had my number from
the side of the van. Perhaps she would
ring me some day and surprise me. I
told her my name and she ran off
calling over her shoulder, 'I'll ring you
when I am next desperate.'
So far I haven't heard from her, but
every time the phone rings at work now,
I am always the first to answer it.
T.S.
Lincs
FORUM VOL 23 No 4 1990
First of all thank you very much for the
recent feature on watersports (Vol 22
No 9), which I enjoyed very much, it
was only spoilt for me by being too
short. I am writing to you to relate a
recent experience of mine which I
should like to share with other Forum
readers.
Sometimes having read readers
letters of casual sex etc. I have had my
doubts; however, having had a strange
experience myself I shall suspend
disbelief in future.
It happened one afternoon during
this last lovely summer. I was driving on
to a motorway, down the sliproad,
when a little way ahead on the hard
shoulder was parked a Ford Orion.
Alongside it was a tall brunette in a
shortish skirt being buffeted by th
passing traffic and looking somewhat
confused.
Being a gentleman and having
some time to kill, I pulled over and
stopped. I reversed my van up to the
Orion and got out. She walked towards
me, wobbling slightly and smiling.
'Thank God you stopped,' she said.
'What's the problem?' I asked.
'I think it's run out of petrol, but can
you get me off the motorway quickly?
Please.'
'Turn in,' I said.
In she got, all bronzed thighs, and I
set off.
'Why the hurry?'
'The police just went past, I think
they're coming back. I didn't want to be
found like this, I drunk some wine at
lunchtime and I am slightly over the
limit.'
By the look of her and the smell I
should think she was well over.
'Where should I take you?' I asked.
'Where are we heading now?' she
asked, I told her and it was the wrong
way, approaching the next junction.
I turned around and returned from
where we had come. As we approached
her abandoned car, sure
enough the police had arrived.
'Thank God you came when you
did,' she said and bent across and
kissed me, en the ear.
'Hey, it's okay,' I said, 'but what am I
going to do with you?'
'Could you take me into town?' she
asked.
'Sure - anything for an attractive
girl like you.'
We approached the next junction,
'There is something else,' she said,
looking coy.
'Oh yes?'
'Could you stop somewhere soon, I
need the 100 rather badly.'
'The nearest ones I know must be
twenty minutes away,' I lied, trying to
establish her urgency.
'Oh hell, I can't wait that long,' she
said. I glanced across: her legs were
tightly crossed, her skirt had risen up
and her hands were pushed into her
crotch.
'It's that bad?'
'Yeah, I did drink rather a lot.'
'Hold on tight, I know a handy spot,
if you're that desperate.'
'Oh please,' she pleaded. 'I am
slowly wetting your seat, I am sorry.'
'Don't worry, not for now, anyway,
like girls who wet themselves,' I said
jokingly.
'Oh, kinky are you?'
'No, I just like girls weeing.'
'Well, if I let go we'll be flooded.
hope you can swim.'
We arrived at the quiet spot and
pulled off the road and on to a rutted
cart track, hitting the potholes at
speed.
She bucked in her seat and her
hands lept from her lap.
'Oh hell,' she said
'What's up?' I asked
'You did that on purpose, I've weed
allover your seat now.'
She lifted her short skirt away as I
stopped and I reached across and felt
the seat between her legs as she
struggled to get out of the van without
letting out any more.
'No real harm done,' I said
'Only to my skirt,' she said, holding it
up. Her legs were lovely and, looking
upwards, I feasted my eyes on her
lovely black nylon knickers, glistening
wet and almost transparent.
'Don't look, will you?' she said and
went around to the rear of the van, still
keeping her skirt aloft.
I gave her about three seconds and
followed. There she was, skirt held
aloft, knickers around one ankle, legs
wide apart, leaning against the van and
peeing for all she was worth.
'Go away,' she said.
'Beautiful,' was all I could say,
transfixed by the sight.
I knelt down to get a closer look.
'Oh please,' she said, 'I can't stop'
'Don't stop for me,' I said.
I kneeled under her and put my
hand in her stream; it was steaming
hot. I put my index finger up towards
her pee hole, she started to
overbalance and fell towards me.
We embraced each other and fell
over together into the puddle, my hand
found her cunt and carefully I slipped a
finger inside her. She didn't say a word,
but kissed me passionately. Taking the
hint I found her clitoris and carried on.
She unzipped me and I kicked off my
trousers and boxer shorts.
We made mad passionate love,
rolling around in the grass, neither of us
speaking.
When we finished she again
squatted, pulled me down beside her
and peed again. Reaching for her
panties she wiped some wee on to
them and passed them to me.
'Wear 'em,' she said.
'Thanks very much.'
We dressed. I took her into town and
dropped her at her insistance near
Marks and Spencers.
'After all, I shall need some new
knickers.'
She wouldn't tell me her name or
address but she had my number from
the side of the van. Perhaps she would
ring me some day and surprise me. I
told her my name and she ran off
calling over her shoulder, 'I'll ring you
when I am next desperate.'
So far I haven't heard from her, but
every time the phone rings at work now,
I am always the first to answer it.
T.S.
Lincs
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