Doggin Spot (Part 1)

I don't often go dogging, usually only when I'm so horny that I just can't be satisfied any other way. Often I'll sit in the car for ages and nothing will happen but on this particular day I pulled up in the car park and there was a row of cars (5 or 6) lined up with people sitting in them. It was dark so no-one could see that I was dressed in a mini skirt, hold ups and a tiny crop top (my signature outfit). I parked at the end of the row, switched off and sat in the dark for about 5 minutes waiting to see what might happen. Another car pulled alongside me and I could see that a single guy was inside. It was the same on the other side too, I'd spotted that when his internal light went on momentarily. I was so horny. I so wanted my body to be manhandled and viewed. No one was moving so I decided to see if anyone might be interested in me. I put my interior light on, so that the guys on either side could see in, then knelt on the seat and reached into the back of the car for a my heels. In reaching behind people outside would clearly be able to see my short skirt, my hold ups, exposed thighs and bare midriff. But I didn't know if they wanted a gurl like me. Horny doesn't begin to describe my feeling. I was nervous, excited and shaking with anticipation. I sat back in my seat, turned off the light and, having slipped my heels on, waited. A door opened and a guy got out of the car on my left. I could just make out that he had moved to the back of his car and was standing alone in the dark. I decided to take it as a sign and did the same. I leaned with my back to the car, hands behind me waiting to see what me might do. He was a big man, much older than me but he was dressed well and smelt of expensive aftershave. He approached me, said nothing and immediately grabbed my arm above the elbow and gently led me away from the car. I obliged and took three or four paces. His hand left my arm and immediately followed the contours of my body to my thigh. His skin was rough and warm and soon his hands were all over my cheeks, squeezing, stroking and caressing. God it felt so good. He lifted my skirt to expose my knickers then slapped my arse firmly. The sound of his palm on my skin carried in the quiet of the night, along with my surprised squeal. "You're a little minx." What happened next was the last thing I was expecting.