Al fresco at Tesco
We'd had two kids already, and reached a stage in our relationship where we had a babysitter willing to sit for us every few weeks. This gave us some much needed freedom.

As a couple both in our mid-twenties, the birth of two babies came along in our relationship very very quickly, and I think with hindsight that it never gave us a chance to grow and experiment. We were literally lovers one minute, and within a year we were "mummy and daddy" and I don't mean in a kinky to-each-other way.

Having two kids put an enormous amount of strain on us. I was working hard to bring home a poor wage, my then fiancée was suffering from post-natal depression, and we had split up for a few weeks before deciding to get back together.

With the seperation and subsequent un-seperation, as it were, came a new and open honesty and refreshment, most specifically sexually. Yes, we'd always been well matched in the bedroom, and even today I can trace the roots of some of my kinks back to my ex. The one thing we had never done, through circumstance more than anything, was to make love outdoors.

Getting back together brought a new spark into our sex lives, and so one night, with the kids being looked after by a babysitter, we decided to go out in town with the specific reason to have a couple of drinks and get down and dirty in a park when it got dark.

As we walked through the back alleyways and greener areas of Chelmsford, we walked through what is now a Tesco Direct car park. It was a short cut that ran from the main road to the middle of town, crossing the shop's car park, a seperate car park that was situated next to it, crossing over a small bridge on the river, and running below the main road that also crossed the river. It's the type of area that is always quiet, as it's set far enough back from the traffic so it's not heard, and although busy with walkers and joggers in daylight, at night the lack of lighting prevents many from using the worn pathways.

Walking through the car park, hand in hand, we were talking about possible places to do the deed a little later. As we said it, my ex remarked that, although partially lit, the car park we were in had a couple of areas that weren't covered by the lights, and were tucked away in the corners so that anyone using the short cut, which cut diagonally across the grounds, would be some way away from us.

With that decided, we headed on to a local pub to get some dutch courage. It turns out that when your partner does certain things to a bottle of Becks, you don't need any dutch courage, and in fact it's all you can do not to pounce on them there and then in the bar!

Two half-finished drinks later, we decided that it was dark enough to not be seen and we headed back to our new sex spot.

As the sunlight faded, it became clear that the few street lights that worked only served to light small sections of the car park. One corner in particular was darker than the others, and had a small tree which although could be seen from most angles, would allow us to position ourselves in such a way that we could prevent being too obvious to anyone passing.

For those that have never had outdoor sex, not that I believe there will be many, let me tell you this. Try it. It's bloody fun. The thrill of possibly being seen outweighs the prospect of ACTUALLY being seen. Even the couples that we saw walk past didn't stop us going hell for leather at it, all the time being poked and prodded by twigs and God knows what else.

When we'd finished, we tidied ourselves up as best we could, tucked ourselves in and kissed in celebration of something that had been well done.

The silence was deafening, and we waited for distant footsteps to pass by before we emerged giggling from the leaves.

As we took a couple of steps away, glowing in the post-coital glow of newly-experienced outdoor sex, I stopped suddenly.

"What's that noise?" I asked.

We looked at each other, and then all around.

"I thought I heard something too..." said my ex.

We shrugged it off and started walking again. There it was once more. A buzzing sound. We didn't break our stride as we looked around, and within a few steps I heard my ex swear.

"Oh shit!" She sounded shocked, and then broke into laughter, pointing high towards the building that we were now walking away from.

"Look!"

As my eyes followed the direction her finger pointed in, they began to focus on something on the wall which was moving in time with our steps. A CCTV camera. One that had obviously seen our every move, and was now tracing our steps away from the tree.

Our attempts at a bit of secluded nookie had failed, with God knows how many CCTV operators watching is. So we did all that was possible in that situation. I bowed, my ex curtsied, and we carried on our way.

A couple of months later I had to visit the store for something to do with work. As I was taken around the "Staff only" areas, making notes for the new signage that was needed, the manager spoke to me in general terms about his staff and who does what.

As we went in to the security control room, he introduced me to the CCTV operators who went on to tell me about the camera systems, before beginning to tell me a story about a couple they'd caught shagging in the car park a few months earlier.

I tried desperately not to blush as they ended the story with "and you know what? The fella only bowed, and his missus curtsied to the camera!"
( SeasonTicketless is too often the statue, and rarely the pigeon., Thu 23 Apr 2009, 17:41, 2 replies)

Nice story
and I couldn't agree more about

"Try it. It's bloody fun. The thrill of possibly being seen outweighs the prospect of ACTUALLY being seen"

You only live once :)
( chart cat has an itch, Sat 25 Apr 2009, 7:09, closed)

The title alone was clickworthy...

So I wish I could click again for the post.

top work!
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Tue 28 Apr 2009, 12:23, closed)