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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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My wife wrote this short story after a walk in the woods....
Elle noticed the young man in the car park as she arrived. The binoculars, strung loosely around his neck and resting on his chest, indicated his passion for birdwatching. She watched him set off west on the circular route of the remote woodlands. Elle headed east, the sun breaking through the pine trees, bathing her face in warm light. Her spirits were high as she neared halfway.
Ahead she could hear noise in the forest, probably a fox she mused. Looking to her left she saw the young man with the binoculars sat down in a clearing below; thinking he must have spotted a rare bird, she stopped to see what he was looking at. He could not see her, but she had a clear view of him below.
He was sat on the grass, his white shirt tight against his strong body, and his knee length pale shorts highlighting his long-tanned legs. She was about to turn and leave, intent on continuing her summer stroll, when she saw the man begin to unbutton his shorts. “I really need to leave,” she whispered to herself, but lingered a few seconds longer. Just long enough to see him lay back, arch his back, and slip his shorts down. She stayed hidden, trying to breathe gently so as not to alert him, as he then slid his pants down, revealing his obvious state of arousal as his long, thick, hard cock sprang out from his pants; the faint slap as it hit his stomach aroused her.
Rachel could feel movement below her legs. It was very clear that Simon was turned on, but her legs acted as good cover. She wondered how Richard felt? Simon continued to read.
Should she stay hidden, watching, or leave him to his semi-naked nature afternoon? She stayed, her eyes fixed on his hard-swollen cock, his hand now grasping it firmly as he slowly massaged the length of it in elegant rhythmic strokes. She felt her pussy become moist; the intoxicating erotic sight of this young man masturbating amongst the trees captivated her voyeuristic tendency. Her own hand slipped below the waistband of her knee-length, pale yellow, cotton skirt, her fingers quickly finding her enlarged and gently tingling clitoris.
Watching his every move, she matched her self-massaging fingers to the movement of his hand on his thick cock, the red wet head of it glistening in the rays of summer sunlight. His hand moved faster, as did her fingers, her legs beginning to tremble. Oh, how she wished she could quietly walk down, step across his powerful hips, and lower herself down to him, pulling her white lace panties to one side and letting his now huge cock fill her wet and aching pussy.
There was no time; his hand moved faster, as did her fingers, his deep moaning voice matching the quiet yearnings of her own breath. Her whole body started to shake as the waves of orgasmic pleasure consumed her, heightened to ecstasy as he jerked and cried out as streams of hot white cum shot from his pumping cock onto his tanned stomach.
She quickly moved away as he turned her way, did he see her? Feeling weak legged, she quickly continued her route, checking behind to see if he had seen her, but nobody moved. She got back to the car in quick time; the man in the woods was nowhere to be seen. Her thoughts raced, the thought of how sexy it was, and a thought of how she desired to sit across his strong tanned legs. Before starting her car, she wondered if she should leave a note on his windscreen: “Fellow watcher looking for mutual experiences.” |
Short little intro. but I was hard by the time I’d read it. Thanks for that. 