It’s time I got this little adventure written down and shared with you sexy people. This is one of those adventures I love to remember. I often go to bed reliving it, I close my eyes, drift back to that day, slip my fingers down between my legs and have a cheeky play while Pop lays snoring next to me.

What happened is that one day, a year or two back, I received a message on one of the swinging websites me and hubby are on. The message was aimed at me – as are 90 odd percent of them, much to Pop’s annoyance. It wasn’t your usual message, fancy a meet babe? or I am free now if you want some fun hun, that kind of sweet talk soooo wooes me off my feet and entices me to drop everything for a meet with a picture-less man – not!

This message was different, the guy was asking if I sold my worn panties.

He was willing to pay £30 per pair! All I had to do was wear them for the day and cum in them then send them to him in the post. Seriously? £30? That’s easy money not be sniffed at! Well, actually apparently it is haha.

He wanted to sniff them, wear them and masturbate in them. Who was I to question what he did with them once I had posted them. All I had to do was wear them and cum in them. I can do that easily, any excuse to get my toys out and have a good play. 

It’s not like I needed to do anything special was it. I wear knickers everyday and I generally have a play every day. I would simply be getting paid to do what I normally do anyway.

It was a win – win really.

We chatted a bit more and I agreed to his request. I chose a pair I believed he would like and put them aside ready for the next morning. He told me that he was very excited at the idea of receiving a pair of my dirty worn panties through the post. 

The next day I put them on and the first thing I did was get my toys out and make myself cum. I wasn’t going anywhere that day so wearing cum stained underwear wasn’t a problem. He messaged several times throughout the day asking how I was getting on?

I told him that I had already played in them and that I was going to have another play later on in the day before I popped them in the stay-fresh sandwich bag ready for posting. I sent him a couple of bonus pictures of me wearing them and playing in them. 

I received an excited message within seconds asking if I would hand deliver them. It turned out that he didn’t live too far away and would loved to meet me in person. I wasn’t sure about this, it’s one thing selling your used panties to a stranger through the post but to actually hand deliver them is another. 

I wasn’t sure what to expect, was it safe? 

You often hear stories of women going missing after arranging meets with strangers. It’s not called stranger danger for nothing!

He told me that he would pay an extra £20 if I would meet him in a public car park half way. I told him that if I did, hubby would be with me watching from our car. He replied with of course, I wouldn’t expect you to meet me on your own. He also said that he would love it if I jumped into his car still wearing the knickers and allowed him to push them into my pussy one final time with his fingers before taking them off and handing them over to him.

I felt a little unsure but Pop assured me he would be there and that he would be watching. If I am honest, the idea turned me on a lot, yes it was a bit scary but I was also very excited and horny at the idea. 

If I was to meet him in a car park I would need to know what he looked like. So I asked for a couple of pictures. He wasn’t quite as I expected. I pictured an old, overweight, sweaty bloke with a face that could scare gargoyles. I was wrong, sooooo very wrong.

To say that I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement, he was hot. Very hot. He looked a lot like Jason Statham – a man I have quite a thing for – both in face and figure. I had to take a closer look to make sure it wasn’t him. It wasn’t, obviously! Why I thought for a second it would be is beyond me. As if the real Jason Statham would be buying used knickers off a random women in a public car park! Still, that’s how I generally remember the incident haha.

Now I was really excited. Meeting Mr S, as I nicknamed him, could be more fun than I had anticipated.

We arranged to meet at 7 PM in a car park of a closed pub in a village sitting halfway between us. It was a wonderful hot summer’s day, the sky was clear blue and cloudless. Pop drove the car while I played with myself to add some extra fresh stickiness to my panties. It was made easier thinking about the Statham lookalike who I was about to meet.

The drive didn’t take long at all. The village was no more than 25 minutes away. Pop turned into the pub car park. It was more full than we expected. We spotted a group of young men sat around a table in the beer garden which overlooked the car park. They all had pints of beer. The pub had reopened and we didn’t know it. 

Fortunately the pub had a large car park. Facing the beer garden at the furthest point was a black Range Rover. There was my meet. Pop pulled up in the parking spot opposite the Range Rover. We sat facing it with just a road width between us. We saw a hand slowly raise up and give me a little wave. 

“That’ll be him then,” I said. Pop nodded with an agreeing “Yep.”

I opened the door and climbed out, I was semi-conscious of the men sat in the beer garden. My short black tight body hugging dress was just long enough to hide my knickers from them. I am sure I heard a wolf whistle coming from that direction. They or some of them had seen me. I didn’t look back as I was focused on getting into the Range Rover fast. My heart was racing, I was both nervous and excited. 

As I neared the car Mr S leant across the passenger seat and opened the door for me.

“Lolli?” he asked.

I slid into the passenger seat. “Yes,” I replied.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” he said looking me up and down. “You are hot, your pictures are incredibly sexy.”

“Thank you, you’re not bad yourself,” I said looking him over.

He smiled and said thank you before looking over at Pop sat in the car opposite us. “Is your fella OK with this? Does he mind me touching you while he sits and watches?”

“Mind?” I asked. “He loves it.”

“That’s good to hear,” he replied. “Are you wearing them now?”

“I am,” I said opening my legs and pulling my dress up a little. They were damp, and he could see it.

He placed his hand on my exposed thigh. “So is this ok?”

“It is,” I whispered. His touch making my skin goosebump. 

“Good.” Mr S slowly moved his hand across my thigh and down in between my legs. His fingertips brushed the material of my knickers. A light grey coloured soft smooth satin material with a nice darker damp patch where my pussy was leaking. He gently pushed his fingertip into the material, pushing it into me as I opened up. Pushing deeper the gusset of my knickers began to sink into my wet pussy.

I had my eyes closed. I was enjoying the feeling of his finger and my knickers spreading my pussy wide. He was leaning close. I could feel his breath on the right side of my face.

I opened my eyes a little and turned my head towards him looking down at his lap. I could see a bulge in his jeans. Something substantial was straining to get out. I reached out with my right hand and placed it palm down onto the large bulge between his legs. As soon as I touched it I felt movement. It was swelling and getting harder.

He groaned then asked, “can I touch your tits?”

“Yes, you can,” I replied looking him in the eyes. With his other hand he began to gently squeeze my right breast through the dress. Each squeeze finishing with a semi-hard pulling at the nipple. My right nipple now hardening. I began to squeeze his hard cock through his jeans. I rubbed it up and down while he continued to push my knickers inside me and playing with my tits. His hand now running across the front of the dress squeezing both of my breasts.

My dress had a full length zip in the front, perfect for easy access. Pop loves me in these dresses, in fact many men do. With my right hand busy rubbing his cock I began to unzip the front of my dress with my left. Slowly I pulled it down. The dress opening as it went. Mr S seeing what I was doing stopped for a second and watched in anticipation. The dress opened up just enough exposing most of my breasts. Nipples only just hidden as the two sides of the unzipped zipper sat on them. Mr S pulled the dress open fully exposing my breasts. His eyes widened as he reached out for them.

Taking one in his hand he squeezed and caressed it before moving over to the other. He played with them for a few seconds, tweaking the nipples while still pushing my wet knickers deep into my pussy. My head was leant back resting on the head rest with my eyes closed again. I felt his fingers pull the knicker material out of my pussy and get pushed to the side. 

His fingers re-entered my pussy minus my knickers. He pushed them deep into me and began to gently thrust in and out. Slow at first he began to speed up.

It felt good. I opened my legs more to allow him to penetrate me deeper with his fingers. I felt a hot mouth envelope itself around my erect nipple. Hot air and saliva now wrapping itself around my nipple. He moved between both nipples, sucking and nibbling them. His lips wrapping around them and tugging at them. He flicked them fast and hard with his tongue. It felt wonderful. I opened my eyes and looked out of the windscreen to see Pop sat in the now reclined drivers seat enjoying the view.

He wasn’t the only one, I could also see that the men in the beer garden were all sat watching whilst quietly supping on their pints. Being touched this way by a stranger in a car in a public car park, in the summer while being watched by my husband and a small group of men was a huge turn on. And I mean a HUGE turn on. I nearly came there and then.

My right hand worked its magic, I had unzipped and unbuttoned Mr S’ fly while he worked his magic on me. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, just the way I like it. His cock sprang out into my hand. I wrapped my fingers around it, it was thick and slightly longer than Pop’s with a beautiful bulbous head. The kind that makes a wonderful popping sound when it pops out of your mouth when sucking on it. I pulled at his cock, wanking him off fairly vigorously.

He was enjoying it, I knew he was enjoying it, he was making the noises of a man who was enjoying himself immensely. He had his eyes closed. I made my move. Without warning I lurched forward, pushing him back into his seat I leant over him and swallowed his cock whole. My lips clamped hard around his thick shaft. 

I started sucking him off, my left hand holding onto his balls and the bottom of his shaft as I sucked fast and hard. My head was going up and down with the help of Mr S’ hand. I could feel his fingers running through my long black hair. They pressed hard on the back of my head as he pushed me down hard onto his cock. 

God it felt good. I guess it felt good to him too. He moaned, “Oh my god, that’s amazing. You are hot as fuck!”

He curled my hair around his hand and held onto me as I worked his cock hard. His bulbous head popped as it slipped out of my tight lips. A sound I love to hear. I licked at his cock end then up and down the whole length before dribbling on it and re swallowing it whole. I could feel movement, it felt like he was going to erupt. He certainly sounded like he was close. His moaning had intensified. So what should a girl do at that time?

I stopped and sat up in my seat. I pulled at the door handle and popped the door open. He looked at me with a pained disappointment on his face. I believe he thought I had stopped, he didn’t expect what was coming next. 

I climbed out of the passenger seat, my dress wide open with my breast hanging out. “Get in the back,” I said firmly. “I am going to fuck you.”

His face broke out into a big grin as he rushed to open his door. “Oh my god you are amazing babe. So fucking hot!”

He quickly swapped the front of the Range Rover for the back and positioned himself in the centre of the back seat. Standing by the back passenger door I looked over at hubby sat watching in the car and gave him a quick smile. I unzipped my dress fully then climbed into the back. 

Mr S had pulled his jeans down, they were wrapped around his ankles in the foot well. I climbed over him. With a knee on either side of him I pulled my knickers to the side then straddled him. I lowered myself slowly down until I could go no further. I had buried the whole of his cock deep inside my wet pussy. 

He grabbed at my breasts with both hands and began to squeeze them. I leaned forward and we began to kiss. We hadn’t kissed up to that point. With tongues fighting we kissed passionately and hard. Placing my hands on the back of the seat I began to ride him. He pushed hard into me as I sat down. It wasn’t easy but it felt great. He played with my swinging tits, either they were in his hands or his mouth. He was loving them. I could hear him continually making hmmmmm noises as he played with them.

There isn’t much room in a car, but I decided I wanted to squat on him. Still wearing my heels I placed a foot either side of him. I wasn’t sure if he would panic about his leather upholstery and tell me to stop but he didn’t. His hands took hold of the inside of my legs, bracing them so that I was hovering above him, the tip of his cock still in my wet pussy. 

My head pressed against the ceiling he began to thrust deep in to me. He worked fast, he was desperate to cum. Working up a sweat … and his juices … he pumped deep into my pussy. His mouth searching for my swinging tits. 

Every now and then he struck lucky as a nipple landed between his lips. He sucked at them trying to cling onto them but they were not in his mouth for long before they were wrenched away by the thrusting. His thrusting was throwing me and my tits about. They were swinging wildly in his face. I am surprised that I didn’t give him a black eye. 

Deeper, harder and faster he thrust. He pounded me, punished me and abuse my wet pussy. His cock slid in fast and smooth. I was so damn wet.

I soon became aware of recognisable noises. He was getting closer to cumming. Orgasm was building up in his cock and was about to explode throughout his body. 

“Fuck I am about to cum!” he panted. “Climb off, I need to cover your panties.”

I disembarked from his cock in a hurry and laid down on the back seat. He spun around and got to his knees. Pulling my knickers wide I spread the gusset giving him a target. Kneeling over me wanking furiously he exploded and emptied his load all over my knickers… and my fingers. 

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!” he groaned loudly. He unleashed his load then collapsed back into the seat.

He managed to get cum over my dress and some even landed on my breasts. I pulled my knickers down and removed them over my feet. I wrapped them around his cock and took one quick final swallow to help clean him up.

“Fuckin’ hell babes, that was hot. YOU are hot.”

“Thank you, you’re not bad yourself,” I replied smiling. 

I left my knickers wrapped around his wet sticky cock and zipped my dress up. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a wad of cash. He peeled several twenty pound notes from it. 

“We said fifty but shit that was amazing,” he said passing me a handful of notes. “There is £100. I think those panties of yours are worth that at least.”

I smiled, kissed him on the cheek, said thank you then climbed out of the Range Rover and headed back to Pop sat in the car. As I approached my car I heard noise. I looked up towards the beer garden to see several men stood clapping, whistling and cheering. They hadn’t seen everything in great detail but they had seen enough to know what had been going on.

With a smile I opened up the passenger door to my car and climbed in. Pop was laid there in the reclined drivers seat. His jeans around his knees with his hard cock in his hand.

“Oh yes?” I asked. “Do you want something?”

“What makes you think that?” he replied. 

“Not sure… did you enjoy the show?”

“Yep, I sure did… and I am horny as fuck now.”

“So I can see.” 

I leant forward and took his cock in my hand. “Will this help?” I bent my head, wrapped my lips around his cock and swallowed it…

But that my sexy friends… is another story for another day.