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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It had been a typical argument... About nothing in particular, indeed half an hour into the ranting neither of us could remember just what it was we had started arguing about. Still, the result was the same... I stormed out of the house, into my car and drove.... Where to? Who cared.
I ended up driving to my place of work... A small studio in the centre of the city. 9pm on a Friday night, no one would be around.
I arrived at my desk at about 9.30pm and turned on my computer.... Grabbed a coffee while it powered up and started surfing my favourite porn sites and chat rooms. Before too long I had forgotten the arguing and was as horny as hell. No way could I go home... She does not calm down as quickly as I do and I knew I would be on the sofa tonight anyway... May as well stay put for the night.
After another hour or so of watching meaningless fuck sessions on rediculously named sites and trying to hitch up with anyone British in Chatropolis, I became hungry. With nothing in the works fridge I ventured into the hustle and bustle of the city. By this time - it was now past midnight, the streets were full of scantily clad young ladies trying to find another night club to fall into before collapsing on the pavement and passing out.... Quite a sight for someone who had been surfing porn for the last few hours. Did I have the nerve to entice some back to the studio....? No, was not that brave. What happened next, though, was something special.
Taking a short cut down a side alley I saw a couple at the other end having a kiss and a cuddle.... His back was to me and her head over his shoulder. As I got a little closer and could see clearer through the dark, it was obvious they were not just kissing... His trousers were around his knees and they were moving quite rhythmicly.
They were about 15 yards from me. No one else around but I could still hear the noise of the city around us. I had never been in this position before but felt a huge rush of eroticism rush through me. To this day I am not sure what made me do it but I started to un button my jeans and take out my now stiffening cock. The night was cold but my blood was pumping so hard I didn't notice.... Within a few slow strokes I was rock hard.
Never taking my eyes off them I kept stroking nice and slow. What would I do if they saw me? What would I do if someone else walked down the alley? All these questions ran through my mind and I had no answer... I just kept stroking.
Then, she opened her eyes and saw me.... Would she say anything? Would she stop him? I looked straight at her and kept on stroking with a smile on my face. She smiled back, closed her eyes, tipped her head back and allowed her partner to get deeper inside her.... At that point I shot my load over the paving stones....
Without saying anything I buttoned myself back up and made my exit.... And that was the start of my voyeuristic tendencies. |
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