Taking a semi-regular shortcut through a patch of woodland near where we used to live, one afternoon I could hear muffled voices and noises coming from a narrower lesser-used path that ran parallel to the one I was on...
....about 10-15 yards further along, I quietly doubled-back along the other path, and rounding a slight bend a couple came into view - her skirt up around her waist, him holding her hips and fucking her from behind...
....I stepped back out of sight quickly, but they must have seen me, as peering through the bush between me and them, I saw him hastily pulling up his jeans, and her tugging her skirt down...
....they hurried off in the other direction, which wasn't easy for her on the uneven ground in a pair of strappy heels - giving them a few seconds to get ahead, I slowly followed, staying far enough back to remain out of sight...
....some 50 yards or so along, as I passed the end of an even narrower track which I knew to be a dead-ended one, I heard a distinct giggle come from that direction - accordingly, I branched off and crept along it, taking care to not push quietly through the bushes that encroached on both sides...
....sure enough, through the bushes I could just discern the couple stopped in the open section where the track ended - she was skirt up again, leaning foward and holding onto a small tree trunk with both hands...
....while he was jeans around ankles, fucking her furiously from behind - after about 30 seconds he grunted and she groaned as he went up on his toes, pushed into her, and stopped moving...
....when he'd apparently finished cumming, he pulled back and she squatted down in front of him - though I couldn't see, it was obvious she was sucking his cock clean...
....when they started tidying themselves up, I hastily retreated back along the track, made a quick decision to go back along the narrow one the way I'd come - and then reaching the main path, turned to nonchalantly stroll back along that one in the opposite direction...
....on reaching the point where the other end of the narrower one joined it, up ahead I could see them walking away from me, arm-in-arm, chatting away animatedly - returning to the spot where they'd been, there was no visible evidence of what they'd got up to...
....now being aware that it was somewhere that did get used, from then on I visited it occasionally, hoping to catch a repeat performance, or perhaps more - but finding a pair of discarded black lace knickers one afternoon was the closest I ever came again to any 'action'...  |
