One often reads that the boys in blue and boy racers have killed off dogging and certainly I’ve seen little evidence of it locally except older gay an bi guys looking for company. Nothing against it but not my thing. That changed about a month ago when I was at a loose end one evening and went for a drive to fill in time. I parked in what used to be a regular dogging spot. A few cars were parked but all men looking for men. After a while I was about to head home when a dark campervan pulled into the area and backed in about ten yards away. The inside lights went on and although the van had tinted windows I noted that it had a reddish hue. There was no other action. After a few minutes I got out of my car and approached. I tried to look though the side windows but the black tint stopped me seeing anything. I was about to move away when the rear door of the van lifted open and a man got out. I walked round the back to him and was greeted by an amazing sight. The inside was comfortably fitted out, spotlessly clean and infused with low red lighting - a real passion waggon. What were more amazing were the occupants, a fully dressed man and a gorgeous woman. She was sitting on a comfortable side bench sear, blond hair, almost to her shoulders, wearing an of-the -shoulder top and a short skirt that almost exposed her pussy. “Do or die” time I thought and asked if I could get in., expecting a refusal. I’m of an age that would normally invite such. But no. I was invited in and asked to close the door. It was winter. The initial chat was surprisingly relaxed and friendlyWe both have campervans and enjoy the great outdoors. We had both visited Ardnamurchan in Scotland, a bit of a coincident that helped to break the ice. Talk turned to sex and I asked her what she liked. “Everything”; she replied. I couldn’t believe My luck, but where to start? I nervously began stroking her breasts and when there was no objection started to ease her top over her head. She helped. This was followed by a prolonged period of stroking, pinching, licking and sucking her beautiful full breasts. By then her small skirt had ridden up to show a neat shaved pussy, not to be resisted. I stroked her outer lips and gradually proceeded to her clit. Her man watched all the time but did not move to join in. I suggested she sit back and open her legs more, which she did. Dropping to my knees, I pressed my face between her legs a began a long session of probing and licking with my tongue. I was so excited that I was worried that I would come without the compliments being returned, so I asked, “Do you suck”. “Yes”, she replied , “But only with protection”. I was more than happy with that, dropped my trouser, put on a condom and smiled. She dropped to her knees, took me in her mouth and proceeded to give me the most wonderful blowjob, continuing till I exploded into her protected mouth. Sadly at my age the body was not going to allow proceeding to fucking. We all chatted generally for a while. Before I thanked them for making an old man very happy, and left. I suspect that I was just the starter for the evening. Sadly I didn't ask their names or contact details. If you recognise yourselves from this story, please get in touch. An old man cannot have too much happiness.