The transit van cruises down the lanes whilst in the back laying on the blown up mattress tied by the wrists to the floor anchor points, in a star shape helpless to the point of fear and excitement, stripped naked hidden from the out side by blacked out windows , not knowing where or who we will meet. The blindfold was tight but the nose could still smell. The transit stops, heartbeat was echoing in the quiet. The familiar sound of sliding doors, and male and female voices laughing as they climbed in the back, soft stroke of the skin, sends tingles throughout the body, slow sensual massage with the whispers of encouragement as to where and how to touch. A faint smell of alcohol on the breath, as words of comfort were fore coming, we had been dogging before but with the new van complete with tying points, this had brought a new adventure to a slightly dangerous game. Blindfolded and tied, the senses are highly charged, every sound, touch and smell 10 xs the usual power, it wasnt long before climaxes throughout the van were sending aromas filling the whole air, the van door opens the voices disappear minutes later the blind fold comes off, leaving no idea who they were, but plenty of dna samples. Next time we do this its her turn to be tied down.