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Sarah liked the countryside. She was fed up with London traffic, fed up with London stress and fed up with living in a shoebox so when the job in Wiltshire came up, she jumped at it. Village life, a cosy pub with regulars, a book club, a sewing circle maybe. It would be very different to Fulham.

Sarah also liked lesbian porn. Most lunchtimes she’d jump in her car and drive a few miles North of her office in the industrial estate towards Hannington or Lushill. Along the way she’d found quite a few secluded spots where she could get off the road, into a field or a copse and indulge herself. Sometimes she’d open the driver’s door and swing her legs out. Sometimes she’d lay across the back seat.

Today was a back seat day. She’d found a new spot where a track that wasn’t even on the mapping apps led to a small copse. She killed the engine, climbed into the back and slipped her knickers off. The sense of freedom was tremendous. This was something she could simply never have done in London. There was also the thrill of possibly being caught, the chances were slim, she imagined, but it was real nonetheless.

She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up to expose her left breast, she fondled and stroked it gently pinching the nipple. She pressed the play icon on the video and put her phone on the seat, it was the audio she enjoyed on these outings. Her right hand went to her neatly trimmed pussy and the pleasure was instant. Her fingers explored familiar territory, opening the outer labia and stroking along them. Her natural lubricant soon allowed her to finger herself and transfer moisture to her clitoris, she gently rubbed it teasing the hood up. She moaned quietly as the pleasure spread through her vulva.

In the small wood, Emily stood motionless. She’d seen the car pull up and watched the woman get into the back seat and lay down. She wondered if she might be tired or sick. But when the woman took off her knickers Emily’s eyes widened and she was now frozen, watching transfixed.

Sarah was listening to two Japanese girls enjoying each other and was now fully immersed in her masturbation adventure, she was rubbing her clit enjoying the moans and high-pitched love sounds of the Oriental girls. The fresh air felt wonderful, the slightest summer breeze on her legs and her cunt. Her free hand came to her quim, two fingers slid gently in and Sarah was working the G spot, gently pushing and massaging. She began to feel the orgasm build and she moaned loudly to the open vista before her. She was indulging one of her favourite fantasies, the farmer’s boy catching her and taking her roughly on the back seat or over the bonnet. Her hips were bouncing rhythmically as she fucked him in her mind.

She closed her eyes and spread her legs a little wider breathing shallow and fast, the exquisite pain in her abdomen was moving into her vulva. The hand on her mound worked the clit up and down rhythmically and she made urgent pleading sounds as her climax came closer. Her hips raised and as the orgasm burst deep in her vagina she called out,

“Yes,” she arched her back, her thighs quivering and she pulled her fingers out quickly squirting, hot liquid pulsing from her cunt in streams as she rubbed and spanked her cunt. It stopped abruptly and she stayed stiff for a moment in that pose offering her cunt to the view of rural England then collapsed onto the bench seat panting.

Emily was astonished. She’d never watched another woman masturbate, let alone orgasm or squirt, let alone in a car in a field. She didn’t know what to do. If she moved or made a noise the woman would detect her and it would be too awkward. That’s when she realised she was wet. Her pussy was tingling and tentatively, she reached a hand down. Through her skirt and her knickers, she gently rubbed herself. Her gathered flowers fell around her feet.

Sarah retrieved her phone which was still playing porn and put her knickers on. She calmly took the driver’s seat, closed the door and drove away. Emily gathered herself and made a note of the time. It was ten to two.

The following day at one o’clock Emily set off for the woods again. She wore a dark green blouse and baggy brown trousers. Camouflage. She parked the Land Rover on the other side of the copse to where she’d seen the woman in the car and from the boot she took David’s folding fishing chair. She set it up inside the tree line and took up her post. She didn’t have to wait long.

Sarah arrived at one fifteen and parked in the same spot as the day before, parallel to the road with the driver’s door opening towards the woods. She swung her legs out and hitched up her skirt. Her knickers were black and lacy, she hooked a thumb into either side, slid them down and they caught on the low heels of her mules.

Emily found watching her struggle with the tangle of fabric oddly erotic. Sarah hung her knickers on the steering wheel and brought one leg back into the footwell. She reclined the seat, opened her blouse and closed her eyes ready to enjoy her open-air pleasure.

Emily undid her trousers. She thought the woman looked free and unburdened and she wanted to experience the same thing. She’d always had sexual fantasies about women but she’d buried the thoughts and feelings as sinful, driven them down in shame. She’d never even looked at porn but this was different, this woman was presenting herself. Surely she knew that someone could be watching, that she might get caught.

Emily’s hand slid into her trousers, into her knickers, and she began to gently rub two fingers on her hood. Her other hand went to the buttons on her blouse and braless, she opened it to release her breasts. Warmth and moisture flowed in her groin, pleasure chemicals started to flood her. She loved watching Car Woman do sex to herself, it was like nothing she’d ever experienced. The freedom, the audacity.

She knew she couldn’t cum while Car Woman was there with her door open so she slowed, teasing herself, rubbing her clit and now and then slipping a slender finger into her entrance. The exercise was in itself a thrill, tempo and rhythm, speed and control. Waiting for the other woman to climax before she could allow herself to. She watched. She stared.

Sarah had hitched her skirt up and was laid back on the seat with everything on show. She was working her clit and making the same urgent pleading sounds as before and when she climaxed she cried out “Julia” and again she flopped, looking spent into the seat. She stayed motionless for a few long moments then let out a deeply satisfied sigh and took her knickers from the steering wheel.

Emily was desperate to cum, she’d watched the woman masturbating for the best part of half an hour and she wanted, needed, release. As she watched Car Woman put her knickers on she laid her head back, closed her eyes and relaxed into bringing herself off. She fantasised about Car Woman, imagined approaching her, sharing deep kisses, feeling her breasts. Her female aroma, her warm physicality, their bodies touching. Emily imagined lying on the back seat and she quivered a little as in her mind as car woman touched her and ventured her tongue onto the lips of her cunt. She was drowning in endorphins and her hand was working furiously on her clit when,

“You look like you’re having fun” caught red-handed masturbating in the woods Emily wriggled in a thousand directions to pretend otherwise. It was Car Woman. She was standing only yards away...

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