Mike the gamekeeper.
For those first few seconds of realisation, panic fills my mind.
Here we are, facing a shadowy figure in a wood at night and he's got a gun!
For what seemed like a long minute nobody spoke, the only movement was my hand searching out John's alongside, grasping it and squeezing tight.
Feeling a reassuring squeeze back
Then at last, movement, from the stranger.
He takes the gun out from under his arm, there's a hollow 'clack' noise as he does something with it. I grip John's hand tighter and we both take a step back.
Seeing our reaction the stranger holds up his free hand in an appeasing gesture while placing the gun down, resting it against a nearby tree.
"It's alright." His quiet voice barely audible, has an accent which at first in my panicked state don't recognise.
Taking a step towards us and lowering his hand he continues, "It's not loaded....and a know your not poachers."
The 'know' is pronounced 'ney'
Now I get the accent.... It's scottish.
He stands there for a moment in silence watching us.
Although very dark I can make out that he's tall, taller than John.
He's wearing a flat cap and long coat, boots.
His eyes twinkle in the dim light available.
Movement again from the stranger.
We stand our ground as he draws level with us, close to me... shoulder to shoulder.
His gaze alternates from myself to John behind me, and back again.
"No...."
He says while averting his twinkling eyes from me to the doggers
"...your not here for the game....your here for the show."
The strange man nods towards the orgy taking place just yards away.
Taking the opportunity to study him more closely, I can see he is white, clean shaven, an older gent possibly fifties.
He stares at the groups for a good minute without saying anything else.
Then...
Turning back to look at me he asks, "Aren't you?"
Swallowing hard, my heart still beating madly from our initial fright, I'm about to reply when John does it for me.
"Yes...we are.....it's ok we don't mean any harm....we.....we just like watching."
The guy never takes his eyes off mine while John speaks.
As he stares into me...we hear one of the women doggers approach climax....
I find myself unable to look away from the stranger, I'm locked by his gaze.
Despite wanting to see... her.
He too, does not give in to temptation, preferring instead to observe my reaction.
She gets loud, really vocal.
The guys gathered around her clap, jeer, vulgar comments spew forth....dirty words shouted.... degrading...obscene.
Although I cannot see his reaction properly, I know... that he knows...
He can read me.
I can feel it.
The stranger is aware of what I desire.
I want to be her.
To be used like her.
Slowly, he looks away back at them, taking in the aftermath.
She is cursing, breathing hard.
I now take a look.
She is on her back on the grassed area between picnic benches.
A young looking skinny guy, is on top of her.
She's a big girl, blonde.
The young man has been forced to stop due to her locking up on him but as we watch she slowly relaxes and he resumes vigorous thrusting, much to the admiration of the crowd.
There are five men stood watching in this nearest group, one filming.
Two have their dicks in hand wanking, awaiting their turn with the buxom woman.
Another long and uncomfortable minute slowly ticks by.
And then John chimes in again, trying to make conversation by way of introduction.
He leans forward past me and addresses our new companion.
"My name's John... this is my wife Pippa... what's your name?"
I can see John has his hand ready to offer.
But it's not taken.
Nor are his words responded to.
It's as though he hasn't spoken.
The stranger just continues to stare at the scene before us.
Presently my hubby withdraws and as he does so the newcomer raises his hand, pointing away at something.
Leaning closer towards me he says quietly, "There....can you see."
Following his gaze I see nothing at first, then in the far corner of the car park a lone figure stood near the entrance.
Vague and difficult to make out, but definitely there.
He leans in closer still, stooping down so his face is near mine, almost touching.
"Can you see him?"
I nod, looking around at him.
There is a sickly sweet smell of alcohol on his breath.
He does not acknowledge me but continues to speak, looking at the dark figure.
"He's a lookout watching the main road... they're good... cautious."
Moving back away from me, returning to his upright position the man adds quietly, "He'll be replaced soon by one of these....they take it in turns to keep watch."
Swallowing hard once more, summoning up the courage to say something, feeling the need to converse with him.
To try and make this situation normal, somehow.
"How...erm....how long have you been coming here?...to watch?"
I know he's been watching not just the doggers but also myself and John, so I'm curious to know for how long.
At this question he turns a steely unblinking gaze upon me, there's silence for several seconds before I receive my reply.
"Long enough."
The way he looks and what he says sends a wave of excitement right through me.
The man has a serious presence, confident....dominant.
An unmistakable air of authority...which is something I like.
Slowly his gaze returns to the doggers, and despite me asking another question.... what his name is? Silence once again.
