This is a completely true story about a girl I used to date a few years ago.

Those of you who have read my previous stories on here about ‘Paula,’ not the half-Ukrainian girl, but the girl I dated some years later, will be familiar with her, shall we say wilder side.

Paula, was about thirty-five, at this time. We had been together for a year and were very happy.

She was 5’4” tall and always very slim and slight, with the most incredible tight body and small, but perfect tits.

She had beautiful hair as well, long layered blonde, with highlights, over a darker under-layer, which looked so sexy with her tiny build.

Paula was a highly sexed girl, and often loved to dress sexily when we went out together, she also loved doing dares and once confessed to me she found dares highly addictive and a major turn-on.

She loved wearing short skirts with high heels and tight little shift dresses if we went anywhere decent. With great legs and a small tight bum, she drew admiring looks from men often which always gave me a thrill.

On the night I am about to tell you about we had been to a club and had been dancing and enjoying ourselves until the small hours when eventually it became time to leave the club.

Paula had dressed to kill this night and was wearing a gorgeous little blue-pattered short-tiered dress. It had thin shoulder straps, and a sexy layered-hem, that was slightly see-through.

The dress was such that she couldn’t wear a bra underneath, and as we were both in a naughty mood, she had accepted my dare of not wearing any knickers under it either.

She completed this look with a gorgeous pair of glossy stockings with a white suspender belt and black high-heeled sandals with ankle straps.

Her makeup was done to her usual sexy standards, and she looked fabulously sexy. In the club, I noticed several guys throughout the evening giving her the eye on the dance floor as the dress was ludicrously short and so sexy.

As I had driven us there in our car that night it was Paula who was enjoying letting her hair down, and she was knocking back the Gin and Tonic, so by the time we left the club she was pleasantly tipsy, and I had to hold her in my arm as we made our way back to our car.

Her sexy heels clicked loudly in the warm Summer night air.

We reached our car and I began driving back towards where we lived when suddenly she told me she didn’t want to go home yet and asked if I was up for some outdoor fun.

I never said no when she was in these moods, and inwardly smiled to myself wondering where she wanted us to go.

‘Let's go down the end of Coppermill Lane,’ she said.

Coppermill Lane is a long dimly lit road with no houses on or nearby, it leads to an old historic Copper Mill in that part of East London, and is next to the main reservoir and pumping station for the area's water supply.

We had used it before in our courting days before we lived together for some fun together away from interferences.

We made our way towards the lane, the car windows down as it was a hot and humid night. I remember vividly, the car stereo was playing Alexander O’Neal.

As we slowly drove towards the raised car park, we both looked eagerly in the hope that there were no other cars parked up where we planned to.

Luckily it was deserted so I stopped the car, turned off the headlights, then switched off the engine.

Turning to her, I could see she now had a wicked look on her face and she quickly opened the door and said.

‘Come on, babe, I want you to fuck me under the Willow tree.’

I smiled back at her and said, ‘You kinky, bitch, come on then.’

We walked together to the Willow tree we had used before, it was perfect for outdoor sex, as the foliage hung down almost touching the ground and you had to sort of part it like curtains to get inside and under the big tree.

Near the main trunk was an old log bench that perhaps someone had moved there years ago, either way, it was just the right height for Angela to lean over and rest on her hands, as I dropped to my knees and began kissing the backs of her thighs softly.

She parted her legs, and I could sense she was in urgent need of more so I quickly undid my trousers, dropped them to my ankles then lifted what little hem there was of her dress over her naked bum.

I then did Paula’s favourite thing and used my mouth and tongue to tease, lick and eat her delicious little pussy and bum, alternating between each as she stood there moaning ever more urgently.

I realised I had become rock hard without any help from her expert mouth or delicate hands, and she looked over her shoulder and reached back pulling me towards her.

We fucked hard and urgently and without build-up. I think with Paula’s mildly drunken state and my adoration for outdoor sex neither of us lasted long and we both climaxed soon after, more or less together.

She stood there, legs slightly parted as she gestured to me to watch my spunk leaking out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs.

Once we had composed ourselves, we kissed and I held her passionately. She then said she still felt in a daring mood and told me to give her a dare to do there and then.

I loved it when she was like this and she knew I would not be able to resist or change her mind. Thinking for a moment I said.

‘How about you go for a bit of a walk down by the river.’

‘That’s not that daring,’ she replied.

‘Without the dress on,’ I added.

Now I am sure most girls of any age would have said, ‘No way,’ and if she was sober, Paula may well have said the same.

However, given the mood, she had been in all evening and the quantity of alcohol, she simply smiled at me, shook her pretty head from side to side then, reached around her back, unzipped the dress, then slipped the shoulder straps off her shoulder, where the dress then fluttered softly to the ground, and she handed it to me.

‘Come on then,’ she said. ‘I fancy a nice walk down by the river.’

Open-mouthed I followed her gorgeous little naked body, still in her high heels, stockings and suspenders, as she clicked her way along the remainder of the lane, under the two low railway bridges, and sexily walked out in front of me.

As we emerged from the last bridge her wonderful naked body was lit brightly under the Moonlight, her wonderful tight bum swayed as she walked along sexily in her high heels, totally confident in her nakedness.

I followed about thirty metres or so behind her, clutching the little chiffon dress in my left hand, and drank in the vision of exhibitionism right in front of me.

Eventually, she reached the banks of the river with scrubland on one side, and warehouses on the other. Paula stopped and looked back at me then held her arms wide.

‘Walk down to the footbridge then go across it,’ I said.

She smiled at me, then began walking towards the footbridge which was about fifty metres or more away from where I was standing.

She was more illuminated now as the moonlight seemed brighter at this point.

Watching her was amazing, her naked body strutting away in those high heels was so erotic.

As I stood there watching she climbed the metal steps to the top of the bridge then she gave me one last look and began walking slowly across the bridge. The sound of her heels echoed loudly in the still night air.

As she made her way across I suddenly noticed way past her on the other bank was a lone figure walking, whoever it was had a dog with them and they were closing on the exit of the bridge on the other side of the river.

I frantically waved at her and tried to gesture to her that a person was coming towards her that she obviously could not yet see.

She just waved back at me and carried on unaware that she would be walking down the opposite pair of steps just as this person arrived at that spot.

I held my hand to my mouth and stared hard, wondering if I should run along the bank and do more to warn her.

It was too late, she had been spotted and had now reached the steps just as the dog walker was right on top of her.

I stood there transfixed waiting to see what would unfold.

The two of them met on the bank side, I couldn’t tell who was more shocked, Paula or this dog walker, who I could now see was a man.

There were some words exchanged between them then I heard her laugh softly.

The man then walked slowly around her looking her up and down. I caught a glimpse of his face and he appeared to be in his mid-forties I guessed.

Then he stood back to me, and she was hidden from view. I stood silently in awe of what was going on under the moonlight on the other side of the river.

I could hear them in conversation again, but I could not make out what was being said.

He stood close to her, her naked form hidden from my view by his taller build.

After a few more minutes I saw her come out from behind him then she was sort of parading around in front of him.

She bent forward, parting her legs as this man came up behind her and caressed her body. He touched her bum, thighs, her back and as she stood up, I could see he was feeling her tits. He stroked her sheer stockings and felt her suspenders, and she did nothing to stop him.

I then watched in utter amazement as he leaned towards her kissing her neck and tits and his hand was feeling her pussy, yet she just stood there and allowed him to feast on her naked body, she seemed to be enjoying it too.

Then I heard a loud slap, and I realised he had slapped Paula’s bum hard. He kissed her cheek once more, then eventually moved away from her and turned to continue his early morning walk.

Paula turned back and re-traced her steps up, and over the bridge walking back towards me on my side of the river.

As she reached me, I asked her what the guy had said to her.

‘He asked me what I was doing out completely naked,’ she replied.

‘I explained it liked doing it plus it was a dare from you,’ she added.

‘He saw you standing here, he thought it was a very sexy dare and told me my body was incredible.’

‘He enjoyed finding out for himself, by the looks of things,’ I said, ‘Not shy was he, babe.’

‘He wanted me to give him a blowjob,’ she added.

‘Holy shit!’ I replied, ‘Seriously?’

‘Oh yes,’ she said, ‘He thought I was available until he saw you standing here.’

I asked her what the guy said when he saw her walking down the steps naked in her heels like that.

‘He just said …mm very nice,’ she replied.

‘Why didn’t you give him a B J babe?’ I asked.

She explained that she wasn’t sure I would like her to do that, and also that she was too nervous. but was happy for him to feel her and enjoy her body while I watched.

‘Babe, I would have so loved to have watched you giving him a blowjob right there and then,’ I said.

Paula looked at me wide-eyed and as we made our way back to the car, I explained to her how I would love to watch her with another guy.

She was shocked and told me she had no idea I would like that.

I told her the thought drove me wild, and that I had dreamed about it for some time.

Just as we drew near to our car, we suddenly realised how much lighter it had become. I had no idea what time it was, but the Sun was starting to rise and by the time we got in the car it was almost light.

She asked me for her dress back nervously, but I held it away and said, ‘I dare you to stay naked for the drive home.’

Of course, she accepted the dare, but I could tell she was more nervous than ever, especially as it was now virtually daylight.

We drove home away from the Coppermill lane area and back into the town where we lived.

Despite the early hour, there were a few cars and early buses on the roads. Paula hunkered down in the passenger seat beside me, her slim legs bent at the knee, high heels still on.

She looked as sexy as I could ever remember.

As we made our way home one or two vans, and a bus drew alongside and I sat in the driving seat waiting to see or hear if anyone could see the vision beside me.

After about fifteen minutes, sure enough, a loud horn sounded next to our car and I quickly looked to my right to see two guys in a delivery van smiling and cheering, looking down at her who by now had given up trying to hide herself.

She smiled back and waved and I smiled at them and nodded toward Paula.

As they drove away the driver sounded the horn of the truck once more and we both laughed.

‘You are terrible,’ she said to me, ‘A pervert.’

‘I wouldn’t dare you unless I knew you enjoyed doing them babe,’ I said.

Two more drivers of vans during our drive home saw her next to me and the resultant loud hooting and jeers were of course inevitable.

The real challenge came when we arrived home, by now full daylight, though still very early, and as it was a Saturday morning our road was empty.

Paula, breathed a sigh of relief as I managed to park right outside our house.

‘You going to let me put my dress back on to get out of the car?’ she asked, almost pleadingly.

‘No, I don’t think so babe,’ I replied, ‘A dare is a dare.’

I got out of the car, ran up to our front door with her dress over my arm then had the great pleasure of watching her frantically dashing out of the passenger side and trotting loudly in her high heels, virtually naked as the day she was born, up our path and to the front door.

Her head flicked side to side in a panic as she ran.

‘That was the single most erotic night of my life,’ I told her.

‘It was pretty fucking intense for me too,’ she said.

We both agreed the past few hours were a huge turn-on for us both and soon after and over the coming weeks we discussed my feelings about wanting her to let another guy fuck her, not behind my back but with my blessing and us both being open about it.

She confessed the idea did appeal to her, and one day she might make my fantasy come true if I was lucky!