Chapter 05. John. (July 1994.)
This encounter occurred two months after my thirtieth birthday.
Having completed my work nice and early I headed for home intent on taking advantage of the weather for a spot of sunbathing en route. I'd discovered the perfect place whilst taking a break in my journey a month or so earlier and now pulled into the lay-by, happy to find it empty of vehicles.
A spinney abuts the end of the lay-by with a footpath bordering it. Taking the rug from my car I climbed a stile and walked the length of two fields, to a dip in the ground I'd marked down as highly suitable for sunbathing.
(See my Jason story; it's the same place, though this happened fifteen years earlier.)
I wasn't the only one to think the secluded alcove suitable for sunbathing because I found a guy had beaten me to it!
Taking advantage of the hot weather a balding guy in his early fifties lay stretched out on a rug, stark naked!
"Sorry I didn't mean to disturb you." I told the guy, running my eyes over his body.
"That's ok," he replied, unfazed by my appearance. "My names John, why not join me. I see you have a rug."
The guys cock, surrounded by an incredibly luxuriant growth of black curly hair, looked to be growing by the second and I was tempted, very tempted!
"I don't know." I hesitated; no point letting him think I was too easy.
"Come on, strip off and join me. It's only fair I get a look at you." John urged.
"I don't know it's not very private." I temporized.
"No one walks along here." John told me, but I reminded him that I had.
"That's true," he laughed, the laughter perhaps due to seeing me unzip my skirt.