Chapter 6: Being Watched

Being watched is a strange feeling, being watched while having sex is even stranger. I think the first time I recall being watched having sex by a stranger was on a beach on one of the rare days in the North East of England when it was warm enough to take your clothes off.

“Hey Martini, fancy a ride to the seaside?”

I looked at the driver and searched my brain for a name and tried to remember if I had slept with him or not. I remembered his name was Gordon Syder and was pretty certain I hadn’t fucked him, but I had blown his younger brother who was in my class at school. Gordon was a few years older than me and even had his own car, well it was his Mum’s car but he could drive it which was all that mattered. To a 15-year-old girl, this was the ultimate in sophistication.

“Where are you going?” I said buying time trying to decide if I wanted to go with him or not. I had little doubt he only had one reason he wanted to take me for a ride, and that was to ride me. Perhaps if I got a drink out of it and maybe even a bag of chips it would be a worthwhile day.

“Cambois beach, supposed to be nice out there.”

I suppressed a laugh, I knew where he was talking about as my parents used to take me there years ago. It was pretty much deserted with sand dunes and low bushes that concealed pretty much nothing apart from more sand dunes and bushes.

“I don’t want to get covered in sand but I suppose if you bought me a drink when we get there I might consider it.”

“Yeah sure,” he said patting the passenger seat beside him.

The thirty-minute drive over was pretty uneventful though he kept making corny lines about how he had always fancied me and asked me if I had a boyfriend. He even passed a comment about how I had gone out with his kid brother. I just nodded as not sure sucking him off one night actually constituted being boyfriend and girlfriend but who was I to argue?

“Have you ever been with a man?” He said as we pulled into the car park.

I wasn’t sure if I would call 19 a man, but as up until then all the boys had been my age I just shook my head.

He looked a little concerned as he added, “You aren’t a virgin are you?” Then his concern turned to relief when I shook my head in denial. “So is it true about your name?”

I thought about denying it but he was decent enough looking and a little bit older than the boys over the past few months, maybe he would last longer.

“Sure it’s true but I’m not doing it in your car, too many people about.”

There weren’t that many as despite the sun, there was a chill wind blowing in from the North Sea. The ones who were about were the dog walkers who went to the sands to throw a ball around for their dog to chase.

“I know a good spot,” Gordon said as he picked up a rolled-up blanket from the back seat. “Do you smoke?”

I nodded, “Yes number six,” naming a popular brand of cigarettes though the reality was I smoked whatever I could get my hands on.

“I mean smoke!” He laughed as he produced a battered joint from his pocket.

“Of course,” I lied not wanting to show my inexperience.

We walked in silence for ten minutes until we came to some slightly higher dunes surrounded by bushes. When we descended into the dip we were out of the wind and in theory away from prying eyes. Spreading the blanket he sat cross-legged and lit the joint before inhaling deeply. Sitting next to him I took the joint and mirroring his actions inhaled deeply and held it in my lungs. As I let the smoke drift from my mouth, I felt myself relax completely. It was then that I discovered something else about myself, dope makes me as randy as hell.