Here is the second part of my story. I hope you enjoy this tale and I look forward to your feedback.
If you have not already, then please read PART ONE
Warning! This story does contain adult themes and may not be suitable for people who are very easily offended!
Out in the murky woods, dusk was approaching. Alan was struggling to see anything in front of himself from under the canopy of trees and wished he'd had the foresight to bring a proper torch, instead of just trying to use his mobile phone to provide light. As far as he could tell, it appeared to be the right area. This really was a deserted spot and he could well understand why the dogging community liked this place. No trouble with the law here or anybody else for that matter.
The going on foot was pretty tricky and Alan wondered if the doggers had to use 4x4 vehicles to get here, as he had lost sight of the roads a good while ago now. Nothing but muddy pathways around these parts.
Deeper into the dark woods trekked Alan; who was now wishing he had definitely not looked into the job offer suggestion, that Demi had found for him in the local paper this morning. No time for regrets now.
Either the sky was getting darker or the tree branches above him blocked out the light, as he strode further into the clandestine woodlands. There was definitely an eerie feeling about this place; kind of like he was being watched.
Suddenly a piercing shriek echoed through the woods. Alan was freaked out and could not tell from which direction the sound was emanating from, in fact, the cry almost seemed to have come from above in the trees?
Alan ran; just as fast as he possibly could, out of the corner of his eye he thought that he could spy blurry shapes moving behind the trees, maybe just a trick of the light. He skidded down an embankment and was glad to have finally broken free from the thickly wooded area and out into the edges of a clearing.
He picked himself up and looked behind back into the wooded area. Another shriek was called out this time much further away and less intense in volume, or perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him.
Alan's nerves were just beginning to calm down; when a hand grabbed his shoulder!
Alan spun around to face Demi.
"Fancy seeing you around here," said Demi.
“Hiya” replied a startled Alan.
What was she doing out here at this time of night? Demi was a rather feisty young lady, but considering what activities went down around here, Alan was a little worried.
Heck, she's not one of the doggers? The unsavoury thought occurred to Alan for a split second, while his mind was still racing with mild panic.
Inconceivable; as just like himself, Demi was an Asexual, a person who gained next to no real pleasure from sexual activities.
Asexuals pretty much only occur out of every 1 or 2 in 100 people and so it was pretty big odds against that they had met on the same university campus. Even though Alan did not get anything out of sex he still liked to date girls; so it was through an Internet dating website they had first met. One moment they had been chatting online and the next he realised that she lived just a few steps away from him, within a matter of minutes they were best buddies!
Although they got on well with each other, at the end of the day they had very little in common. Alan had only the standard everyday hobbies and interests: sports, music, photography, reading and writing. While Demi was a classic nerd who loved anything weird and wonderful. In fact, her love of all things paranormal including Ufology was what had brought her here tonight.
“This is one hell of a UFO hotspot,” enthusiastically bleated Demi, “do you know how many sightings have occurred around here this springtime alone?”
"No, but I'm afraid you're going to tell me."
“Fifteen, can you believe it!”
“Well...brilliant I suppose.”
Alan knew from previous experience, never to engage Demi in a conversation about Ufology, as she never knows when she is boring people or when to shut up.
"So what brings you out to this place" inquired a curious Demi.
“Dirty Bertie from the 'Green Man' pub has hired me for an assignment to catch his wife in the process of dogging.” replied Alan in a matter of fact way, like it was just an everyday occurrence.
“Splendid,” said Demi not even sounding surprised, “those perverts are just down the path from here, come on I'll show you.”
They reached the dogging site and just as they were getting close quickly crouched down behind some bushes. Through the foliage, Alan could make out a circle of cars in the clearing area of the forest.
Alan pondered on how ironic it was, that two asexuals were voyeuristically viewing a perverts convention out in the middle of the woods.
“I've got us some front row seats for tonight's entertainment” whispered Demi and let out a little giggle.
“Grow up.” said Alan with a sigh.
“You do realise that your first name is an anagram of anal?” retorted Demi.
Alan just muttered something under his breath, in a resigned manner.
The action was beginning to start down in the clearing below. There began the regulation flashing of car lights and then a randy middle-aged man sprang forward and ran towards a voluptuous lady in a maroon Land Rover.
As the woman in question was not Gertie; Alan had no interest in these proceedings, so to take his mind off the perverts antics taking place below, for the first time ever he willingly started a conversation about Ufology with Demi!
A few tedious minutes later, Alan knew all about: the 'Majestic 12', had a lowdown about the UFO encounters in Rendlesham Forest in Ipswich, East Anglia and Roswell in New Mexico, plus had learned how to spot a 'grey' extraterrestrial when he saw one.
Finally losing interest, Alan had almost started to doze off when he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eyes. At the edge of the clearing, a giant biped shaped entity was just about visible standing within the trees, a little away from the forest clearing.
“Demi look over there.”
“Is the action just starting to get interesting?” replied Demi with a mischievous grin.
“No, look to the distant right of the clearing.”
Now slightly more visible, the large biped appeared to be covered in a rough dark fur pelt and while its appearance was mostly like a large ape, it was able to stand fully upright with ease like a human.
“Oh, you mean the Woodwose,” informed Demi in a surprisingly calm matter of fact manner.
“The wood what?”
“Woodwose; it's a kind of British Bigfoot.”
Alan was lost for words.
Down in the clearing, the Land Rover was rocking back and forth; powered by the momentum of its excited occupants. While a few yards away, the energetic woodwose, let out an unearthly howl.
It was a signal; a call to action for the doggers.
They all seemed to know the drill. The randy middle-aged man and voluptuous lady wondered away from the 4x4 vehicle in a state of semi-undress. While three girls in their mid to late twenties approached the centre of the clearing. The blonde, brunette and redhead girl, were all clothed in elegant dresses and floral hair decorations, in a kind of ceremonial pagan way.
The blonde haired girl started to move towards the vehicle while unashamedly stripping off her dress in the process. To reveal a firm athletic body, to the onlooking crowd.
Away from the clearing Alan and Demi were still watching the proceedings.
“I can only assume the blonde girl is Gertie?” said an embarrassed Alan, while looking at the picture given to him for identification by Bertie.
“The skanky tarts got no undies on,” whispered Demi to herself.
Nimbly Gertie walked towards the maroon Land Rover and claimed into the rear end of the vehicle. The red haired girl moved towards the Land Rover's front door, opened it and blew the vehicle's horn. Then retreated along with the brunette, to the outer edges of the clearing.
The noise of the horn was the woodwose's signal to action, it lumbered away from the clearing and honed in on the 4x4 vehicle.
While above on the inclined edge of the forest's clearing, Alan was hidden in the bushes alongside Demi and started to film the proceedings, as he had been paid to do, on his camcorder. For the first time in his life, Alan felt like a real pervert. Which was kind of ironic with him being asexual in nature.
Down in the clearing Gertie and the woodwose creature was really getting it on.
On the undergrowth covered embankment, Alan was practising the fine art of aiming a camcorder, while not looking through the viewfinder, while Demi was making him feel uncomfortable with her ongoing commentary on the subject.
“Oooh...is that hurting you Mrs.”
"Shut it, Demi," said a slightly pissed off Alan.
More fierce movement from the back of the 4x4.
“Now that's the 'big end' gone for sure”, said Demi cheekily.
“Demi,” whispered Alan as loudly as he could muster under the circumstances.
The woodwose finally withdrew from the vehicle followed by an exhausted looking Gertie.
“She looks absolutely knackered,” exclaimed Alan.
“Well what do you expect, when she's just been buggered by Bigfoot.” replied Demi while trying to suppress laughter.
Alan gave Demi a hard stare of disapproval.
Down in the middle of the forest clearing, the woodwose, let out a hearty primal scream. Triggering movement within the far side of the surrounding forest.
“Looks like this was only the tip of the iceberg,” said Alan, “there are now even more of the creatures emerging from the forest. Perhaps it' some kind of 'Rites of Spring' ceremony?”
“More like a porno version of 'The Teddy Bears Picnic' I think,” sniggered Demi.
“Perhaps this kind of event has been taking place for thousands of years,” pondered Alan.
“Now here is me thinking that 'dogging' is a relatively new craze,” said Demi.
Down in the clearing things were starting to get wild. The woodwose was mingling with the other human doggers and beginning to get the party started. At the far end of the clearing, the voluptuous lady Land Rover owner from earlier was now fully naked and being led away into the forest by a couple of the creatures. At the opposite end of the clearing, a naked man was bent over the knees of a large hairy beast and was receiving one hell of a spanking. In the centre of the group a mixture of human and woodwose were 'daisy chaining.'
Alan was thinking that it was time to get away from this terrible place, when he started to have that strange eerie sensation of being watched, just like from earlier. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw something move.
“Let's get the hell out of here,” he shouted at Demi.
“What; now that it's all just starting to crack off?” teased Demi.
Alan was no longer in the mood to put up with Demi's twisted sense of humour, so he grabbed her by the hand and dragged her from the clearing as fast as he could.
Down the embankment they dashed; half running and half sliding. Looking behind him Alan spied the dark foreboding shapes of the creatures, their eyes appearing to light up in the moonlight. Demi had now caught a glimpse of the pursuing woodwose too. What a macabre sight it was, but all the same, it gave them both an incentive to run faster.
Alan had no idea how they managed it, but after running for an undefined distanced, they had finally lost sight of their pursuers. He was sure that if the creatures had wanted too, they could have caught up with them far too easily, but perhaps that was not the objective and the woodwose creatures were purely trying to scare them away. Those creatures had better things to do tonight, that's for sure.
To be Continued...