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By (user no longer on site) OP 11 weeks ago
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The Dogs (Dirty Old Guys)
We're sitting in their normal dogging spot a secluded lay-by
They were laughing about Ron back at the nursing home he lost his dentures in 2 fist Freda's pussy.
Her husband Tom then got badly bitten when he mounted her later that night.
They were bored it was a Tuesday afternoon always quiet on a Tuesday
Not like the weekend always plenty of doggers on a weekend.
Lisa was driving to a work meeting
Dressed to impress suit trousers
Matching jacket and a black blouse with colour pattern that showed a generous portion of her 38 GG breasts.
She got a text
Don't forget the work on the pistleworth report.
Shit she thought hadn't sorted that.
She spotted a lay-by
She passed 4 old blokes on fold up chairs sipping tea from a flask
She pulled in a little further up and reached for her lap top.
She opened it and logged in.
Pulled up the report and started typing.
The old guys looked at each other
Things is looking up Ron said she looked hot.
Bernard chuckled got to love a blonde
The two of them stood and headed towards the car.
Gerald and Bert followed nudging each other.
Ron tapped on her window
She lowered her window.
Trouble with your car love Ron said.
His eyes as far down her cleavage as they could be.
Bert at the back was letting down one of her tyres.
No all's good Lisa replied with the prettiest of smiles.
I'm just putting the finishing touches to a report.
Bert sidled up to the window sorry love but looks like you got a flat.
What Lisa said you're joking.
Nope no joke Bert said come see for yourself.
Lisa closed her laptop and opened the door
The two old men at her side nudged each other as she climbed out of the car treating them to even more of those impressive boobs and flash of a black lace bra.
She stood hands on hips
Looking at one flat tyre.
Oh shit she said.
Tbc
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Lisa looked down at the flat tyre.
No this can't be happening she gasped I've got a really important meeting
Bert stroked his unshaven chin
Do you have a spare perhaps
Oh yes great idea
She opened the boot
Bent to pull up the carpet covering the spare.
She grabbed the wheel and tugged
It didn't move
The old guys had crowded round watching that cleavage sway with the exertion.
I think said Bert you have to undo that bolt there he pointed.
Oh can you help Lisa panted fluttering her pretty eyelashes.
Oh we'd love to said Bert but I got the angina themselves 2 have really bad backs
And Graham there he's had a stroke in the past bit weak on the one side.
Lisa puffed leaning forward again.
Just a thought Bert said but if you got an important meeting ain't them posh clothes gonna get all messed up.
Shit she groaned
I don't want you looking at me partially undressed she stated matter of factly.
Oh don't worry bout that Bert lied
None of us can see very well
And the closest we can get to being turned on is a hot chocolate at bed time.
She sighed
Took off her jacket and skirt
Handed them to Graham
Leant forward again
Oh that nice round ass in them skimpy panties
It wiggles and jiggled as she tugged at the bolt.
Oh no says Bert you got some oil on that pretty blouse
Shiit she swore this day was going from worse to worst.
She pulled off the blouse
Well if Bert really did have a heart problem he'd have dropped on the spot.
Her tits were amazing the biggest and sexiest he'd ever seen
The bolt gave way
Lisa cursed again she'd broken a nail.
Oh fuck she groaned now I need a pee
Where's the loos she asked
The 4 old codgers were all staring at her gorgeous exposed body in the flimsy underwear
There ain't one for miles Bert lied
She looked around for bushes there were none.
Don't worry Graham said we can't see a lady in distress lads take off your jackets.
They stood in a square around Lisa
Shielding her from any passing traffic with their jackets
What she wasn't shielded from was the 4 perverts gaze
She slipped off her panties so they didn't get splashed
Graham held them
They stood watching a blushing Lisa pee on the grass
Her boobs hanging out of the bra which was all she was wearing.
Her ass so peachy
Her pussy squirting amber fluid onto the grass
Bert handed her his handkerchief to wipe
Where's my panties she said looking at Graham
I put them with your other clothes he said smiling
Yes but where she replied.
He looked vacant
Oh dear said Bert he gets a bit forgetful
Umm there round here somewhere Graham dithered
What am I supposed to do now said Lisa covering her modesty with her hands.
Well said Bert we have a little shed round the corner we can go there while Graham tries to remember.
Tbc
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