A hot summer night in a Melbourne car park

Two parks closed, one car park open

The first park we tried was shut. It was the middle of a scorching Melbourne January, and fire restrictions had closed the gates. The second park was shut too. In the end we settled for the car park of a suburban sports ground and tucked the car into its darkest corner – which, as it turned out, was only a few metres from a main road.

It wasn’t the plan. It turned out to be the best part of the night.

How it came together

It started with a message. A guy got in touch to say that he and a woman he regularly hooked up with – friends with benefits, not a couple – liked the idea of someone watching them, and maybe more. He sent me screenshots of the two of them talking it through, which told me straight away that this was something they both wanted. We pencilled in a date, they went away, and about a month later he messaged to say they were back. We settled on 8.30 on a hot evening, at a meeting point a few minutes from my place.

He also gave me a heads-up I’d never had before. When she gets really turned on, he said, she goes non-verbal. She makes plenty of noise, but she can’t answer questions. It sounded unusual, but I told him that was fine as long as everyone was enjoying themselves.

I was a few minutes late. They were waiting at the side of the road: him fit and average-sized, carrying a bag, and her in a long floral dress – a curvy, plus-size woman with a sweet face, exactly my type. He said hello as they climbed into the back. She didn’t say a word, and I guessed she was already halfway there.

A remote control and a flat battery

It didn’t take long to find out why. On the way, I heard her start to moan, and realised she was wearing a remote-controlled vibrator – and he was holding the remote. Every time he pressed it, she got louder. With daylight saving it was still light, and by the time we’d given up on the second park, her dress was down off her shoulders and up round her hips, with nothing on underneath.

We hadn’t agreed that I’d join in. It was meant to be a see-how-it-goes kind of night, and I kept my hands on the wheel.

That changed once I’d parked and turned the engine off. He got himself out, and she leaned across and went down on him, the toy still buzzing away. I asked him whether she’d be OK with me touching her, since she couldn’t tell me herself. He said yes, so I reached back between the seats, and her reaction left no doubt.

A little later he climbed out, held the door open and offered me his seat, then stayed there by the open door to watch. I’d barely moved into the back and started going down on her when the vibrator’s battery went flat – timing you couldn’t make up. He asked if I wanted to have sex with her. I said yes, and she didn’t wait to be asked twice: she leaned down and took me in her mouth.

Metres from the main road

I’m tall, and there isn’t much room in a back seat, so I asked if we could take it outside. She stepped out and bent forward over the seat with the door wide open, and her friend handed me a condom. That’s where it really got going – out in the open in that dark corner, with cars going past on the main road just metres away. Anyone listening carefully would have heard her. It felt raw and completely exposed, and that made it more intense than anything we’d planned.

Later I opened the boot, she lay back in it, and I carried on from the edge while he watched from the side, enjoying the view. Eventually I asked whether he wanted to take over and finish, and he did. I watched her come hard, her whole body shaking. Then I asked if she’d finish me, and she knelt in front of me and did exactly that, until I came over her chest.

“Oh my god, that was fun”

We cleaned up and got back in the car, and that was when she spoke for the first time all night: “Oh my god, that was fun.” Her friend had told me the truth – she talks perfectly normally, just not in the heat of the moment. On the drive back she was chatty and lovely, and we swapped stories about other nights like old friends.

I’ll admit her silence had thrown me a little, and part of me spent the night second-guessing myself. I told him so in a message afterwards, and that I’d love to meet them again now that I knew how they worked. They’re private people – no photos, which I completely respect – and both have been away travelling since, but they say they’re keen to do it again. For me, it was never about pictures anyway. It was about the night.

An anonymous dogging story from a man in Melbourne.