My favourite life experience was when i was about 24 yrs old, I am the outdoor type and used to think nothing of scarpering of to other parts to enjoy some fresh air and mountain walking, on a paticularly warm summers day i had just walked of a mountain and found myself in need to hike a lift back to home, which was a thirty miles away.

Standing by the side of the road with my outstretced hand all the usual vehiles full of families on holiday just drove on past, this is the norm as I saw it. the sun was just starting to descend in the sky and the heat under my shirt suddenly seemed a comfort compared to earlier in the day when the sun was cooking my body so much that I spent some of the day naked in a shaded area trying to dissapate some of the warmth from my skin.

looking back down the road a small garage with a couple of fill up pumps was being used by a blue car,nobody was in the car but from my position and distance I could make out the sillouette of a large dog inside the car, i new the car on leaving the garage was going to drive in my direction and I made a consious descision that I would not like to get into the car if offered a lift, for no reason other than I imagined the vehicle owner to be not travelling far.

Another car was approaching..out with the thumb ..smile on the face...Look of please!! in my eyes..VROOM went the car didnt even acknowlede my existence..However, my peripheral vision caught sight of a legged , summer skirted, long haired apperition, getting into the vehicle at the garage..Within seconds the vehicle was started and coming out onto the road in my direction, both occupants of the vehicle were coming clearer..The driver long hair, sunshades, tanned shoulder skin showing, turning glances and gestures to the other occupant, a large grey dog on the back set who was exhuberant to see the driver after the short period of absence whilst paying for the fuel.

I had changed my mind, out with the thumb...smile on the face..look of please!!, the car slowed and stopped no more than ten yards into the convienient dusty pull-in that is so nessessary to have up road of you when trying to successfully hitch a lift.. Strange but as I walked towards the car the lady driver was out of the vehicle and making her way towards the back hatch, I must admit to thinking WOW... as she stood there sunsoaked and smiling, My ,mind thought the type of lady she looked was entering a dangerous game picking up hitch hikers alone, even though She would find i was a very sociable freindly wouldnt harm a fly person. We greeted and exchanged the usual details,"were Too" "I can take you as far as", This was fine and as the hatch came up for me to put in my day rucksack, the dog was looking back over his shoulder with a freindly intermittent whimpering, that I took for and the lady assured me was freindlyness, down with the hatch and we both walked each side of the car to our respective sides simoultaneously we opened doors and jumped into the vehicle, the dog was now standing on the back seat with his large head between the two of us slobbering towards the lady and curiously doing similar to me. "Bol" "Bol" "sit" "sit" she said to the dog whilst arranging the keys ect, as the dog retreated we were both engaged in looking over our shoulders, the dog reclined onto the seat, I felt a slight embarrasment as the dogs cock was protruding from its sheath, more so by the fact as the lady i could feel looking at me as I studied the red member backlit by the greyness of the dogs belly, she turned to the dog and said "bol" you little monkey cant you wait!!. we both turned and engaged in pleasantries, ignition on, car started and we was off!! as we pulled out of the pull-in the ladies head was over her shoulder looking back down the road for oncoming traffic, there was a pause in our pleasantries whilst she done this, and in this short period i was replaying her voice over in my head "Bol" you little monkey cant you wait!! for that few seconds I just kept thinking, Wait for what??, But this evaporated in my thought as we pulled onto the road and moved off.

Pretty good start to a long story, I hope :P A-10 for the start :P :P

I cannot rate at this time, but I would have rated you a 10. I can't wait to see how this thread develops. :devil2:

Cool start, please coutinue.

M. Lobo B)

Bol had settled, we were soon traveling along, we engaged in conversation, we talked about our respective days, I told how on days when it takes me I like to go out into the hills and enjoy the space and scenery and the glowy feeling that comes from outdoor exercise, she hinted how much we had in common as she too had been outdoors, only for susanne (as she had introduced herself) it was the beach and the surf that she had been enjoying that day, she explained that on days like the day we were having she will happily put work to one side and accompanied by her dog, Bol, spend hours walking the beaches and dunes that are so plentiful in the area, We both agreed that we are blessed to be living near to were mountains and beaches form part of the landscape.

The lift that she was offering me was quite short, a crossroads about 10 miles up the road was were my direction was to turn right, were as she lived just a few miles straight on, I spoke about how nice it must be to live quite close to the hills and beaches, even though my own home was only some thirty miles away, she was literally on the doorstep to were we had both spent the day, our conversation sparkled as we progressed down the road, we both had a lot in common, I really thought it was a perfect day, albeit I knew that our meeting and conversation could only last for a short time as the ten miles to the crossroads was rapidly getting less.

I felt at home in the car, a nice day behind me, a very pretty lady merrilly chatting away to me, of course I would of had to be blind and sexless to not of been aware of the scents that this lady was exhuding, along with the way the attire she was wearing pleated and creased around her contours as if placed and directed by some higher order, As we pressed on she asked me how i had eaten that day, it seemed more like an invitation than a question, detecting this I explained how I would be famished by time i arrived home, suddenly she reached into the side pocket of her door I was expecting her to produce a piece of food or a snack, instead she produced a wristwatch that she studied for a short time then appeared to be doing some mental calculation before eventually asking if I wanted to eat at her home which by now was only a few miles away, as we were fast approaching the crossroads were my journey should of taken me right, I accepted as I was keen to continue in the company of this lady for as long as she was was happy to oblige, also the thought of a bite to eat was quite nice.

As we drove down the short track to the house I suddenly thought how trusting she was of me to bring me here, a stranger, to what looked like an empty cottage set on its own, however as we approached Bol was up on the seat,(I had almost forgotten he was there) and I remembered how protective dogs can be so gave this as the reason for her feeling secure, as we all got out of the vehicle it was nice to see susanne and bol enjoy the chance to have a little stroke and play she talked to him and called him darling, whilst she rubbed her hand down the back of his head and across his back, it was at this point that as a 24yr old with a normal amount of hormones, glimpsed that as bol pressed his head against the top of sussanes thigh and she leant to extend the hand across his back in a lovely stroking gesture, it was clear that susanne was not wearing any underwear, as the light summer material of her skirt was pressed against her crutch helped by the dogs head, I could see the skin tones and pubic shadow, My cock went instantly hard, and when turning my gaze at the lower part of Bol as the hand was coming over his hind quarters there was that shining red cock again, although this was now prodruding that far, that it appeared to be about to completly detach apart from what appeared to be a massive swelling just inside the sheath, my erection magnified as I remembered what was uttered to the dog back when I was picked up, I had the most unnatural image of the two of them for a minute and although dismissing that image from my mind, I couldnt neither dismiss or conceal it from my groin.

This is very nice, a great beginning to hopefully a very long story. I hope you continue and thank you for sharing.

great start to what appears to be a VERY intersting tale ...Raven Bear

Susanne looked at me and smiled and then holding Boll by the ears with cupped hands and playfully shaking his head she said C'mon lets go inside and get a bite to eat, both me and boll dutifully followed, me desperately trying to extinguish both my physical erection and mental thoughts,as they seemed so unappropriate to this georgeous ladys good gesture.

Leading through the door was a kitchen area, the room was cool as there was lots of bare stone walls and quarried tiled floors, susanne had been to and was coming back from the refrigerator carrying a jug of iced water, she placed 2 glassess and a bowl on a worktop and poured in the cool liquid, there was silence other than the clink of ice as it cascaded out of the jugs and into the drinking vessells, she turned holding the bowl which was for boll to refresh from, i could not help but notice the slashes of water that had spotted her top and how the material grabbed at her skin were the material had become wet, she went down towards the floor to sit on her heels to place the water for boll, and although his eagerness to drink obscured her from my vision, as his head went into the bowl I caught sight of between her legs, oh how my eyes focused onto the shadow that went from olive skin rising to semi obscure darkness. Again my erection stirred.

up and handing me my drink I quickly remembered that this was human hospitality and was livid with myself for allowing my hormones to read sex into this generosity, sussane and I drank there was a short pause and I was soon asking all the usual questions when you enter somebodies home for the first time, we had enjoyed good conversation in the car and now continued in her kitchen .

"Would a light pasta be OK" she said whilst gathering the ingredients from the rack that was one side of the kitchen , yes fine I agreed, would you like me to help?? No its fine she said, it will only take a short time to prepare, fine i said and in the next breath asked if I could use the bathroom to freshen up a little. no problem through that door up the stairs and to the right she said gesturing with a kitchen knife in her outstretched hand whilst holding a sweet pepper in the other. I moved of towards the door and as i reached for the handle boll reacted slightly, she repramanded him saying "its ok boll" and turning to me saying go on he s just a bit protective. as i walked up the stairs after pulling the door almost shut behind me I could hear susanne comforting the dog," its ok Boll".

as I reached the top of the stairs I was faced with a door to my left and to my right both were closed and not remembering which direction I was given I took my chance on tha left, as soon as I opened the door I realised my mistake and pulled it back towards me about turned and went into the bathroom.
It was good to see myself in the mirror my face looked fresh from the days good air and sunshine albeit a little red on my nosetip, I filled the basin with cool water and as I closed my eyes and cupped my hands leaning down into the cool water refreshing my skin a snapshot came into my mind, I could not recognise the picture that was in my mind even though I had just captured the image less than 20 seconds ago, It was of a yellow room with fresh chintz fabric surrounding the window, a low level bed with pulledback sheets and twin bedside cabinets, this of course was the view that I glimpsed as I was about to go into the wrong room, however the central thought was not the decor or the basic furniture, but that at the bottom of the bed amongst the thrown back sheets was 2thirds showing of what I took to be a photograph, nothing unusual about that other than I could not recall the image on the photograph, but i new that from the eruption of hardness in my groin that although my eyes may not of made out the picture my homonal instinct had registered something. I finished freshining up and rearranging both my collars and my hard cock I left the bedroom, I hesitated at the top of the stairs and it took all my might not to quickly re glance into that room, I thought that although the sound of the doors are quiet, it is uncanny how we people hear every slightest sound of our homes.

Back downstairs i went and sat at the pulled out chair by the wooden table, there was fresh bread and replenished glassess of water at two placemats, a saladbowl sat between the two. and susanne on adjusting the heat under the saucepan turned and said keep an eye on that, I will quickly go and freshen up myself, Boll was lying tired at the far end of the kitchen his head raised and ears pricked as susanne left through the door by which I had recently re-entered, Boll put his large head back down sideways onto the cool floor, as i sat in the silence other than some simmering pasta on the range, I could clearly hear the movements of susanne, this was an old cottage with wooden stairs and original features, even though I had been only inside a short time it was simple to track the sounds of susanne entering the bathroom, the sound of a tap water splashing even the rub of the towel were all audible from down here in the kichen, as the movements continued I heard her leave the bathroom and easily distinguished the sound of susanne opening the door that led into that bedroom, i suddenly felt guilty that I knew she would of been aware of me opening that door, although relieved I staved of my curiosity to re look to find out what made my cock erect like it did.
susanne I could hear moving about the room the sound of the bedsheets being thrown over the bed was audible, and then there was a silent pausre, apause that made me think she had vanished into thin air..But soon the footsteps coming back down the stairs. she re-entered the room telling bol to Lie down as if she automatically knew he would want to be up and re-greet her back into the room, I first thought that susanne had changed her clothing but realised it was a striped kitchen apron that she had adorned which I assume she must of been wearing when I had come down from the bathroom.

As we sat to eat susanne suddenly asked me did I find the bathroom ok, "of course" I replied however I admitted I took a left instead of right door, but I explained the mistake, Oh my bedroom was such a mess she sighed and it was a shame for me to of left it so, earlier this morning. I always seem to have a messy room I offered as if this could help, oh as long as you did not see anything that frightened you she said?..know this sounded a strange thing to say, "an unmade bed is not the most frightening thing ive ever come across i offered". "mmm she pondered but was anything else about the room unusual she asked"?? nope I replied pastel colours and wooden floorboards seem to be in keeping, And you never saw anything that sticks out in your mind she asked?. Now this is the funny bit because as I recalled the partly obscured by the bedsheets photograph,(which I was reluctant to mention) I could not but help but see a white border to a card that was ever so slightly projecting from the large front of apron pocket, the mind can quickly work things out, and I knew instantly the situation was this. I had briefly entered this ladys bedroom, When she entered the bedroom just after, she was agahst to see that something very private was on display, she paused and considered, whilst concealing the private item close to her body, a very human instinct.
so whatever it was I was not supposed to see (For she could never imagine when she had left her house earlier that a stranger would be entering her bedroom, even if it was by mistake.) was now there in front of her on display apart form the material that formed the apron pocket. My cock hardened yet again.

A great start, please keep the story going. Can't wait to hear more sounds like it might get very interesting.

Good story so far Russell, keep it coming...please. Heh

I quickly considered the situation, Susanne had something she chose to hide from me, something that was there not more than 2 feet away temptingly protruding from the apron pocket, I could play it down, change the conversation eat and eventually go, but I suspected if I mentioned that I thought there was something private amid the bedsheets she may even show me what it is, under the table my blood filled cock sent messages to my brain. Well ok susanne I said, I am sorry that I entered your room by mistake, and although I never intended to look inside I might of caught a glimpse of a photograph that I cannot recall the detail, so therefore if it is this that you may worry about me seeing, then rest easy as I would not be able to say what or whom the picture was of. I am sorry too she said but if I were to ask you something would you answer freely and happily however tricky and odd to you the subject may be, yes of course I said, not sure what was coming, but eager to find out.
Susanne reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a 8 by 4 polaroid photograph, she placed it in front of me and sat back and was shakin a little, I peered down at the print, which was not of the greatest quality, but it was quite clear that the subjects on the card were very much together. It was susanne unclothed apart from some furry black wristbands and some what appeared to be a criss cross of straps rising from her feet which I naturally assumed were themselves attached to shoes, albeit the feet were amid the bedlinen and out of sight, my cock was taught and struggling for space in the tightness of my attire as i sit at the table, Susannes body was slim yet curvaceous, her breasts were on display in the print as was the subtle roundness of her bum, now because of the (to me) strange content of the print it took a little while for it to make sense, however as my eyes darted around the picture it was suddenly clear that Bol who was here in the kitchen still lying on the cool floor, was part of the photograph, he was lying on the bed with susanne her head was resting on his ribcage, bol was stretched out with a look of tiredness about him, but it was susannes hand and what it contained was what made the shot extraordinary, for gently cupped in her half clenched palm was what I knew to be Bol's cock, it was unnatural as far as I knew about dogs cocks for there was this huge red dick that thickenned and then slendered as I traced my eyes along it, were suddenly it was attached to an enormous bulb like redness, the cock looked rested and spent, unlike the time I first saw bols cock when susanne picked me up, for there it was pointed and eager.
However long I studied the photograph for I dont know, but Susanne remained silent as I took in this image, I had studied the picture and ended my observation my noting the serenness of both susanne and bol, lying there amid the bedlinen, what I did know that was not a snapshot of a moment but more a capture of a
woman and a dog both relaxed after some activity, My mind Raced.

A VERY NICE STORY SO FAR I GIVE IT 10/10 , PLEASE FINISH IT SOON . :beer: