A lot of this story is true and a lot of it could be true. It is inspired by a conversation I had with a lovely woman called Violet and her words touched my heart. I have written this story as if it was an interview to try to convey the feelings that were inside Violet, hopefully, you will enjoy it.

Interviewer- How did you find the lockdown?

Violet - Isolation was tough for me, very tough indeed. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t catch the disease nor did I lose anyone close to me so I know others had it worse, but the mental isolation nearly drove me mad. I guess for some the lockdown would have been easier where they had a partner to share their time with and fuck like rabbits when they could. All I had was the toys I had bought online and the cost of a lifetime supply of batteries.

Interviewer - What about your personal life? And if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t sound English.

Violet - I’m not, I am a Candian girl through and through, British Columbia to be exact. Met my husband when I was on an exchange year while I was studying at university. He swept me off my feet, with his cute English accent, and into his bed and not long after that Jack Junior started to grow in my belly so we got married pretty quick. A couple of years later Ray was born and the happy family was complete, well that was until he ran off with that slut leaving me a pair of lively boys of 13 and 11.

It was just before the lockdown started that my husband of nearly 15 years decided that at 33, I was getting too old for his tastes and left me for an 18-year-old bimbo who was all blonde hair, legs and teeth. I should have seen it coming as when we met, I was just 18 to his much suaver and more sophisticated 30 though I would like to think I wasn’t a bimbo, I was perhaps a little naive. I mean look at me with my short brunette hair and glasses, not much of a bimbo really. I would call myself short and curvy rather than all legs, but I do have great blue eyes so I have been told.

What bugs me that every other weekend he has them stay over and tries to insist that they call his girlfriend mom, she is almost young enough to be their sister.

Interviewer - So what did you do to break the monotony of it all?

Violet - Well that started as lockdown really took hold. I lost my job when the movement restrictions started so I have had to live on my savings plus what Jack, my ex-husband, gives me along with state benefits. It doesn’t make me rich, but I get by, and Jack spoils the boys when he sees them so I don’t get the horrendous expenses of keeping two young boys in whatever the latest trend is. It’s the lack of human company that I missed the most, that adult interaction. I was going out of my mind as there was no way I could meet a partner. I tried online chat and even considered webcam but it felt at times it was all too intense and they were setting the pace of contact rather than myself.

When the boys were with their father the house was so empty, I would go out for a drive for hours mainly so that I could look at couples out walking together and wishing it could be me. I would make up stories in my head about their lives and often those stories would turn to sex. Then one day it just happened. I was at a stoplight and a man jogged across the road in front of me. He was a hunk, in excellent condition, finely toned and his vest damp from his efforts. His running shorts were tight across his nether regions and I could see the clear outline of his cock which looked large and semi-erect.

Without conscious thought, I slipped my hand into my jogging bottoms and then inside my panties and to my surprise, I was not just wet, but soaked. I touched myself as I imagined us in bed, him on top of me looking down, his hair slightly flopping over his brow as a bead of sweat dropped onto my face. His meaty cock deep inside me as I wrapped my legs around him urging him deeper. As he jogged away and the light turned to green, I realised that I had a finger deep inside my pussy and was close to cumming. The car behind me honked gently and I could feel myself flush red as if they could see into my car and see what I was doing.

Interviewer - What happened then?

Violet - I went home, lay on the bed and frigged myself raw before going online and ordering a variety of toys. They arrived during the week and had to lock them away until the boys were away for the weekend. As soon as I had the house to myself, I pulled every toy out and went on a masturbation fest. I fucked myself for three hours non-stop and I was so dehydrated afterwards. All I could think of what that next time I had to remember to hydrate the next time.

That was the Saturday but despite the multiple orgasms it wasn’t quite enough and on Sunday morning I got into my car and went out for a drive, but this time took a small vibrator with me. I could feel myself tingling as I pulled up at the red light and craned my neck hoping for a sight of my hunky fantasy lover. No such luck, but instead what looked like a normal married couple, around my age crossed the road, and without conscious thought, I pushed the vibe inside myself. All sorts of images flashed through my mind which included them fucking in all sorts of positions by the side of the road and then indicating I should join them.

When the light turned green, I swear the man crossing the road turned and smiled at me and I went beet red as maybe he was reading my mind. I don’t know what came over me but I then drove along roads looking at people walking as the vibrator buzzed and wriggled inside me. It felt like I had no choice but to leave the vibe inside my panties and drive home with each bump in the road sending shivers of pleasure through me. When I finally pulled onto my drive my body was shaking and I just had to finish myself off before I even got out of the car.

I was thrashing around inside the car as I came like a train, my mind in overdrive with sexual fantasies. I don’t think anyone saw me but as I waddled to my door, trying to keep my soaking thighs apart I am sure I saw a few curtains twitch.

Interviewer - Didn’t you worry about getting caught?

Violet - Part of me was terrified at the shame that would be heaped down on me should I get spotted but at the same time, it was the horniest thing I had ever done. For the next two weeks, I would frig myself quietly under the covers as I pictured the faces of the people who I passed by, wondering if they could somehow see into the car and witness my lewd acts. The more I thought about getting caught, the more the fear bubbled up inside me, but at the same time the hotter it felt.

I could hardly wait for the boys to be away so I could jump in my car, but this time I wore a skirt and was naked underneath. I took a much bigger toy that was shaped more like a cock, with veins running down the side. Once I was in my car, I pulled the skirt up around my waist so I would appear dressed from a glance but my semi nakedness would be released if someone was to look in. Just the sheer thrill of it sent shivers through me and I could feel myself getting wetter. As I drove along, I would see passers-by close to the road and I knew that if for any reason I had stopped they would have been able to see in for sure. Without even touching myself the car was starting to smell of sex so I dropped the window slightly imagining the trails of scent drifting out to be inhaled by pedestrians.

I could see the approaching traffic light in front was changing so I slowed hoping to get caught by the red light and to my delight I did. As I pulled the car to a halt I reached out and grabbed the dildo from under a sweater I had thrown on the passenger’s seat before opening my thighs and driving it into myself. As people crossed the road, they smiled at me and one even waved a thank you as I plunged the dildo in and out, the sound of my slurping pussy filling the car. When the lights finally changed to green, I was right on the edge but had to drive off before the driver behind became agitated. As I drove, I removed one hand from the wheel, in what looking back was a dangerous manoeuvre, and started moving the dildo slowly in and out as I imagined a lover would.

When the car rolled to a stop at the next lights, I fucked myself hard and fast. As I orgasmed, I found myself looking into the eyes of a pedestrian who was looking at me with concern to make sure I was OK. At the same time a van pulled up beside me and I could see that if the passenger looked down, he would see me with my cunt full of latex cock. Grabbing my sweater, I threw it across my lap just as the man looked in my direction but before I could do or say anything the lights changed and we went our separate ways.

Interviewer - So how did you discover dogging?

Violet – Even as the lockdown was starting to ease, I was still in the same cycle of going out driving on the weekends the boys were with their father. I was starting to take risks that could have affected my driving and even caused an accident. Fucking myself to orgasm while the car was moving. Visions of being freed from my trapped car after an accident and trying to explain to the emergency services why I had a large dildo in me flashed into my head.

It was early evening and the light was beginning to fade as I pulled up a red light and started to touch myself even though there was no one around. The sight of a stoplight turning red instantly aroused me and my nerves were tingling. I could almost feel myself getting shaky so I decided to pull over as I had spotted the signs to a local wooded picnic spot where I could take a break in the car park.

When I pulled in, I noticed that there were already other cars parked there and as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I could see that some of the cars were surrounded by a few men. I stared at their outlines and then it dawned on me that it looked like they had their cocks out and were masturbating around the car. As I was trying to work out what was happening there was a knock on the window and a man had exposed himself to me, waving his cock around in invitation. In a panic I started the car and drove home, my heart nearly bursting through my chest.

Interviewer - So what did you do then?

Violet - When I got home, I did some research into the beauty spot by name and when I added the words sex outdoors to the search, I got back some interesting results. It turned out the place was a well-known dogging spot, something I had never heard of before. Looking up the term dogging online, I discovered that dogging was a British English slang term for engaging in sexual acts in a public or semi-public place or watching others doing so. I was in shock as I read on, but my hand was already inside my panties and I was soaked. There was a line that said that as observation is encouraged, voyeurism and exhibitionism are closely associated with dogging and sometimes the exhibitor(s) never leave their car. It talked about the fact that the two sets of people involved often meet either randomly or (increasingly) arrange to meet up beforehand over the Internet.