Sometimes, I fantasize about dogging. I imagine driving alone to a place known for dogging. I'd sit there safely in my car for a few minutes, just watching to see if anyone was actually around. Then, when it looked like no one else was there, I'd lift my skirt to reveal my panties.
It'd be thrilling, showing my panties in public. I'd feel exposed, even though no one can really see me. I'd force myself to stay like that for a few minutes. My pussy would grow warm with the realization that anybody could walk up at any moment and see my little panties.
Then I'd imagine someone, an unfamiliar man, knocking on my window. I'd be shocked by his sudden presence and I'd stare up at him, stunned. My face would turn bright red and I'd quickly pull my skirt down.
He'd shake his head and motion for me to roll down my window.
I'd comply. I'd roll down my window and start to apologize, but he'd cut me off.
"Take off your panties," he'd say, firmly.
My pussy would instantly warm. But I would hesitate. Did I just hear this man correctly? I'd stare up at him blankly, unsure and nervous.
"Take off your panties, and give them to me," he'd repeat, locking his gaze to mine to demonstrate his confidence, his dominance.
Slowly, I'd reach under my short skirt. I'd grip the sides of my panties, slip them down my legs, and off my feet. My breath would quicken as I handed the crumpled ball of my damp panties to this stranger.
He'd take my panties without hesitation and stuff them into his pocket. Then, without warning, he'd lean in the window, push his bare hand between my naked thighs, and press his fingers onto my pussy lips.
I'd gasp in shock. My body would tense, but I'd obediently keep my legs parted for him.
He'd hum and smile lasciviously at me, and I'd feel his fingers boldly move between my pussy lips, feeling the folds of my pussy.
I'd whimper and wiggle in my seat at the unfamiliar touch to such a sensitive area of my body. I can feel his fingers slipping between my lips and grazing my needy entrance and clit. "...oh!..."
"Yeah, that's a wet pussy," he'd muse, oozing confidence, privilege, and power, as if he had every right to walk up to a woman and touch her pussy. As if he were just some technician rubbing my pussy to see if I was in heat. "Stop your wiggling. This is what you're here for. You came out here so a man would reach between your legs and touch your pussy. So be a good girl and do as you're told."
My breath would hitch at his words. I'd meekly nod.
He'd pull his hand away from my body and I'd see my juices coating his fingers.
"Lean your seat back, pull up your skirt, and show me that pussy."
Oh my god. Am I really going through with this? I just let some stranger feel my pussy, am I going to flash him, too? My heart beats faster in my chest and my skin prickles with fear, but my nipples are hard and my pussy has never been so wet. I'm overwhelmed by the thrill of this moment.
Tentatively, I obey. I lean my seat back, and wiggle my hips as I pull up my skirt to reveal my naked body.
The man's gaze is glued to my exposed skin. He doesn't even look at my face as he smiles.
"Nice little smooth pussy. Spread your legs."
But he doesn't wait for me to comply. He reaches inside the car, grips my knees, and pulls my legs apart.
