Chloe. The Doggers Dream.

Chloe. The Doggers Dream.

I haven't written a story for a while, life got in the way and I have a couple that have been published that I need to go back and complete. The inspiration for this one came from what I saw one night when I was parked in my campervan at a beach down the coast. There seemed to be cars milling around after dark and my curiosity got the better of me, so I went for a walk. Instead of the usual couples making out, I saw a group of guys hanging around one car. A woman was leaning over the boot of the car and a guy was fucking her. Others were waiting around some with cocks in hand. There was a street lamp in the corner of the carpark so I was able to see what was going on.

I stayed back at a distance watching the proceedings for about an hour as each took a turn. Some received hand jobs and blow jobs from the woman while they groped her pussy or exposed tits, but she was fucked twice and it was evident that she didn't mind what was happening to her. In fact, she was laughing a lot and seemed to be encouraging the participation.

After a bit of research on the internet, I was introduced to the term 'Dogging' and found some downloads on porn sites of 'Dogging' activities. It seems to be quite common.

I've often wondered why some women allow themselves to be used by males in such a way. Whether it is a power trip, attention seeking, or perhaps they are just nymphomaniacs who want as much sex and fun as they can get. Every town I've lived in seems to have its 'Town Bike', a female who will allow herself to be ridden by males who have no emotional connection but are happy to use them to get their 'rocks off'. Dogging seems to take things a step further in that the activity takes place in more public but discreet areas. There is a lot of voyeurism attached to it and in most cases group participation. Such females seem to be tagged as 'sluts' and 'whores', but I have a more sympathetic opinion of them as their activities are probably filling a 'need'. We are all diverse and most have fantasies or fetishes.

One particular woman who has a dogging site with downloaded videos became the inspiration for this story. She obviously loves what she does. Comments appreciated.

Coming out of the water that morning, I was feeling nice and contented after having surfed for a couple of hours in the morning sunshine and nice waves. The sea breeze had eventually arrived and conditions deteriorated but the waves had been good and the surf uncrowded. I sat on the sand for a while feeling the warmth of the sun on my back and looking back across the ocean before picking up my board and heading for the track between the sand dunes. At the bottom of the track a woman was sun bathing and leaning on her elbows. I became aware of her checking me out as I walked past her.

"Hi there... you looked as though you were having fun."

"Oh hi. Yeah, beautiful morning isn't it."

"Are you from around here?"

"No, just visiting."

The woman I guess was mid-thirties or maybe forty. She was a redhead and even though she was leaning back on her elbows she obviously had a nice figure filling out her green bikini top and she had quite long legs. Her smile and green eyes leaving me in no doubt she was more interested in me than just making casual conversation.

I had a real soft spot when it came to redheads. To me they were the sexiest and most uninhibited of all the girls and women I was lucky enough to have been with. Perhaps I had just been lucky with those I had encountered, but I always looked twice when I saw one. Even though she was a bit older, this lady seemed to exude that same aura of intrigue and sexiness that I had found with other redheads.

"Me too... just visiting. Where are you from?"

"No where in particular. Just travelling around the country looking for waves."

"That must be nice. A free spirit with no fixed abode."

I laughed. "A free spirit till university starts, then unfortunately it's the big city, probably a house full of other students and a few years of hard slog."

"Oh dear. Umm... I'm wondering if you could help me. Don't look... but there is a man sitting up in the sand dunes. He tried to talk me into giving him a fuck and when I told him to piss off, he disappeared behind me and I think he might be having a wank up there. Could I walk up with you? I've had enough sun today... with my pale skin I can't take much, unlike you. I wish I could tan up like you are."

"Umm sure." I was very much taken aback by what she had just said. My first thought was that maybe she was spinning me a line and just wanted to continue to keep talking with me. To hear her talk like that though came as a bit of a shock.

"I can check out if he's there if you like."

"No... I'm sure he is. If you could just walk me up please. I'm Chloe."

"Hi Chloe. Tim."

Chloe stood and shook out her towel before folding it and putting it in a carry-all bag that she slung over her shoulder, then followed me up the track. Unable to help myself I glanced across the dunes and bugger me dead, happened to see a head bob up momentarily from behind some dune plants. I got the impression he was a younger guy, maybe my age.

"I just saw him Chloe, you were right... I can sort him out for you if you want."

"I bet you can too. No, don't want any trouble and I feel safe with you, thanks."

There was a concrete block toilet and changing facility, roadside at the top of the track. Chloe took my hand.

"Thanks Tim. I'm just going to get changed. I feel I owe you. There's a café across the road could I buy you a coffee?"

"Umm... yeah sure Chloe, I'll just stick around though until you're back at your car."

"Thanks... actually I'm just staying at a motel down the street a bit."

Chloe smiled at me then turned towards the Women's changing sheds on the far end of the building. Washing off my board I then stepped under the shower which despite the cold water was one of the things I missed most when travelling. I had a couple of plastic solar showers in my van, but when the sun didn't shine, at best they got luke warm. I turned off the shower and listened when I thought I heard a noise coming from within the building. Next minute I heard a definite and loud 'No' and knew it was Chloe's voice.

Sprinting to the other end of the building I ran into the women's changing shed. It was gloomy inside and it took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust. I knew it was the same guy as I'd seen in the dunes by his dark hair. He had his arm around her neck. Chloe's bikini top was down around her waist exposing her breasts and although I couldn't see much as his back was to me, he appeared to be pushing down the front of her bikini bottom and groping her. Chloe was struggling, trying to punch back at him with her elbow but her arm swung against the wall and she let out a yelp of pain.

I punched the guy hard in the kidneys, then as he let go of Chloe yelping in pain and holding his lower back where I'd hit him, I took his arm and swung him into the wall. Because of holding his back in agony due to my punch he never reacted fast enough to protect himself and the side of his face smashed against the concrete blocks and he dropped to the sand covered concrete floor.

"Chloe... are you alright?"

She was sitting on a wooden bench clenching her wrist, eyes closed and mouth open in agony.

Opening her eyes she glanced down at the guy on the floor then at me as I knelt before her and held her shoulders, very conscious of her naked breasts.

A couple of tears had formed on her cheeks. "I think I've broken my wrist."

"Okay Chloe. We need an ambulance and we need to get the cops. This arsehole should be inside."

"No. No cops please Tim."

"Why. Why no cops... do you know him?"

"It's complicated. I can't explain right now. Please can you help me to get dressed and out of here. There's a sundress in my bag. If you could put my bikini back on please, I'm a bit useless like this."

"Okay, then I want to look at your wrist."

Chloe's bikini top wasn't the sort with a clip at the back. It was one piece made of some sort of stretchy material without shoulder straps. I pulled it up from her waist and tried to lift it over her breasts but the material wouldn't stretch that far. I hesitated.

"It's alright Tim. You need to push each tit and then shove it into the top."

"Are you sure?"

Chloe didn't say anything just nodded, then still clutching her injured hand, lifted her arms above my head. I pulled one half of her top up before placing my hand over her breast. Chloe's tits were maybe 35 or 36 inches with slightly upturned nipples and I could feel the weight and am sure I felt her nipple harden to my touch as I pushed it into the cup of her top. At any other time, I would have admired them as being stunningly beautiful tits. The other one seemed to pop in more easily. As Chloe dopped her hands back down I stood and retrieved her dress from her bag.

"Could you pull up my bottoms for me Tim."

Chloe stood before me now and I saw her bikini bottom had been pushed down below her hips. Most of her vulva was exposed and I could see it was clean shaven. holding the sides I pulled it back into place as she slightly spread her legs.

"Let's have a look at that wrist."

Her arms were a bit shaky as I held her injured hand's fingers and she let go of her wrist. It was swollen and the skin was red.

"What's the pain like Chloe, is it constant or is it throbbing. Can you move your fingers?"

"It just hurts like hell... it's not throbbing." She gingerly moved her fingers.

"Then it may not be broken. Breaks tend to throb. Let's get you out of here."

Chloe lifted her arms but let out a little gasp of pain as after I found which way around her dress went, I lifted it above her and gently guided her arms through the holes then zipped it up as she turned around, allowing me to lift her mass of red hair clear of the zipper. It was a floral sun dress the same colour as her hair. Chloe was a beautiful woman and must have been an absolute stunner when younger.

A groan from behind us brought my attention back to the guy laying on the floor. He was curled up in the foetal position clutching his face and started moaning.

'Thank fuck for that', I thought. I was worried for a second, I might have killed him.

"Let's get out of here Chloe and get an ambulance. That prick needs to be behind bars."

"No. Please Tim, no police, and I don't want an ambulance either. They'll ask too many questions."

"Fuck Chloe, what's going on."

"I can explain to you Tim, but it will take a while. Have you got a car or we could use mine it's back at the motel. Would you be able to get me to a doctor?"

I looked at her and was immediately taken by her green pleading eyes. Whatever was going on I'm afraid I am a sucker for any damsel in distress.

"Okay, my vans parked on the road." Grabbing Chloe's bag, we walked out of the changing shed. The guy on the floor had rolled onto his back still clutching his face. I could see by the amount of blood that I had probably broken his nose. I resisted the temptation to give him a kick on the way. If I'd been wearing shoes I might have. My board was where I'd left it thank God; anyone could have picked it up.

Retrieving my keys from my hiding place up under a wheel arch, I unlocked the van then helped Chloe into the front seat.

"I'm just going to get changed Chloe."

Opening the side door, I hopped in and retrieved a pair of shorts and underpants. Then threw a tee shirt over onto the driver's seat as I was still a bit wet. Drip drying is a better option when you are on the road, than a van full of smelly damp towels. As I was stripping off, I'd glanced to the front and saw that Chloe had turned the rear vision mirror towards her. She was brushing back her hair with her good hand and checking her face, but I was under no illusion that she also checked me out as I got changed.

Back in the driver's seat and turning to her, I saw that she was doing her best to smile at me.

"Okay Chloe... don't know what's going on, but that prick needs some medical attention. At the very least he needs an ambulance. If I rang the cops, he would get it and a whole lot more, but I guess you have your reasons for not wanting to. How about this? I'll ring for an ambulance and say there has been an accident, but I'm not going to use my cell phone as they will have my number. How about I find a phone. Chloe if he has a cracked skull or dies, I'm going to have to live with that, so I'm not just driving away."

"Umm... okay Tim, I guess you're right. I'm so sorry for getting you involved."

"That's okay... I'll be right back. I'm locking the doors Chloe in case he sees you and has another go. Doubt it though, he's pretty well banged up."

Across the road was the café. I lined up behind a couple of old dears who seemed to take forever with their order as they checked out the offerings. It was probably their big outing of the week and they were taking their time. The cute blond girl behind the counter gave me an understanding smile which I returned.

"Hi, I'm wondering if I could use your phone."

"Oh. I'm sorry but we're not allowed to let customers do that."

"Look, I understand, but this is a bit of an emergency. There has been an accident over on the beach and I need an ambulance."

"Oh, that's different. Come around."

She led me out to a kitchen area where another girl was preparing food, and showed me the phone hanging on the wall. I dialled the emergency number and asked for ambulance. Having been through this process before I knew the drill and was quite abrupt with the operator. No names, just the location, facial injuries, male, mid-twenties, he was in the female changing sheds and then hung up.

"Oh. that was quick," the counter girl said as I thanked her and headed to the door. "Can I help you with anything else would you like a coffee, It's on the house?"

"Thanks, but I need to help out." The girl was a bit of a knockout and at any other time I would have been tempted as she wasn't just being friendly and was maybe a bit disappointed as I kept heading for the door.

"Oh... you're most welcome to come back... anytime."

Stopping I gave her a wave. "Thanks... might just take you up on that. I'm Tim."

"Jessie."

Back in the van. "How you going Chloe?"

"Sore... feeling a bit foolish."

"Chloe I'm sorry, I could have stayed with you but thought you were fine. Was he waiting for you inside?"

"No, he came in just after me. Tim it's not your fault if it's anyone's it's mine."

"That's bullshit Chloe, there's no excuse for anyone to act like that. Let's get out of here before the ambulance arrives."

"Perhaps you'll understand when I get a chance to explain, but like I said It might take a while though."

I shook my head and backed out. I'd seen the hospital on the hill coming into the town and headed that way. An ambulance with lights and siren passed us heading the other way at the end of the road.

"Nice van Tim. Do you live in it?"

"Will do for the next couple of months, then off to the big smoke for Uni. I'll no doubt be living in an old house with several other broke but still managing to party students. Main source of sustenance will be beer and instant noodles."

Chloe laughed. "Oh, to be young again. Oh damn... my wrist hurts when I laugh."

"Come on Chloe, you're not that old."

"Wrong side of thirty-five."

"Could have fooled me. Please don't take this the wrong way but you've got a hot as hell body."

She grinned at me. "Thankyou Tim. I guess you've seen more of it than you anticipated. While we are on the subject of appreciation. I nearly came in my pants when you walked up the beach. You're tall, ripped, have lovely eyes and a face to die for, you're like an Adonis with your long hair. I bet that bed in the back gets a damn good workout. You're a dreamboat."

My turn to laugh. "You can cut that out. I'm going to blush Chloe. Can't say I exactly ignored your green eyes and red hair when I saw you. To tell you the truth I've got a soft spot for redheads."

"Yes, well, I guess it's true what they say about us."

"And what's that?"

"We go off, and I'm no exception. I do love sex Tim... you could say I'm obsessed with it. Maybe you've met one before but if you haven't, you now have a self-confirmed Nymphomaniac riding in your van that would happily jump your bones given half a chance."

"Fuck Chloe you're not exactly subtle are you."

"What's the point in being subtle... better to tell it as it is. Saves a lot of time and guessing."

I guess at this point, although there were a lot of unanswered questions, I couldn't help but think that what happened in the changing sheds and Chloe's reluctance to call the cops may have been from her own making. Maybe she led the guy on.

Although not a big hospital or town, there were still a few people in the waiting room when we found the ED department. Chloe registered and filled in a form with my help. It was her left wrist that had suffered the damage and she was still able to write with the other hand. I noticed that she had filled in the form as Anne Galbraith and wondered if this was her real name and if maybe Chloe was just a made-up or nick-name.

We seemed to have waited for the best part of an hour as some disappeared into the hospital when their names were called and still others arrived. One kid with an obvious dislocated shoulder was bawling his eyes out and was taken straight through. Seeing Chloe was in so much pain I approached reception and asked if Chloe could get some pain relief. Maybe a couple of Panadol.

I was using my best charm on the receptionist but she was old school. "You'll have to wait for one of the doctors, they are attending to a patient with some facial injuries and might be a while."

'Fuck' I thought as I made my way back to my seat. I had mixed emotions. The first was that I may have fucked the guy's face up really badly, but at the same time thinking the prick deserved it if I had, trying to justify what I'd done. I turned back and asked the receptionist if there was a cafeteria where we could get coffee.

"Yes, next building over and by the way I never told you what I just did."

"Don't remember you telling me anything." I smiled at her and received one back.

Chloe said yes please to coffee and insisted on paying, producing a twenty dollar note.

When I returned, she was no longer in her chair and the receptionist pointed to the doors indicating she had been taken through, then signalled me over to the counter.

"You can go through as well if you like. Are you a brother, you're not her son are you."

"No just a friend... I can wait. Would you like her coffee, I guess she will be awhile?"

"Thanks, dying for a drink. Short staffed and haven't had a break this morning. So, your friend hurt her arm, how did that happen?"

"Umm, don't really know... happened to come across her and she was in a bit of distress. She couldn't really talk when I brought her here and I didn't really ask. I guess she fell on it,"

A receptionist in an ED department had probably heard more lies than a court judge. but she seemed to accept my story.

"Well, let's hope she's alright. I guess you are her knight in shining armour."

"I don't think a pair of board shorts and a tee shirt is much in the way of armour, but yes. She was in a bad way and I would have been a proper prick not to have helped out."

"Good for you, chivalry still exists. Look, here is a pager, it works for a radius of a couple of kilometres. We use these for our doctors or nurses who need a bit of a break or want to stretch their legs. I'll just activate it when she returns. Maybe you could do with a walk, or there are better magazines in the café. All our good ones seem to disappear."