Becoming Marie Chapter 3

On one of my bike rides and visits to the Transporter Bridge cottage I met a guy who told me of a cruising spot not far from there. He told me the place was much safer than cottaging, gave me directions to it and said it was always busy.

The following weekend I set off on my bike wearing a loose tracksuit as underneath I had a set of lingerie on. I had very little body hair and before setting off had shaved what little I did have and also had an enema.

I rode the ten miles to the car park I was told about and arrived around lunchtime on the Sunday, on arriving I wondered if it was the right place? There was only one car parked in the car park at the time and straight away the guy got out and locked his car. He lit a cigarette and then walked towards the field. About 600 yards into the field was a set of old air raid shelters, which the guy at the cottage had told me was were the action took place. The guy was average build and roughly late 30's and made his way towards the shelter. I locked my bike to the fence and followed the guy across the field to the shelter myself.

The shelter itself had two small doorways at each end which led into a darkened corridor like walk-around. It was a large rectangular structure with little window like holes along three walls which you could look out of. This came in handy as you were covered from the elements and could easily see if anyone was coming towards the shelter.

On entering the shelter and walking around the place, I noticed the tell tale signs that this was the right place by all the used condoms. The guy already in there watched me as I walked past him but just stood there looking out of a window at first. I also noticed someone had placed a piece of old carpet down covering part of the dirty ground. I stood a few windows along from the guy and looking over to the car park seen another car pull in.

I decided to see if the guy already in was interested in some fun and undone my tracksuit bottoms and dropped them to my ankles.