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The Excursions of a Voyeur. Part I
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The Excursions of a Voyeur. Part I/3
As I slowed down to enter the park & nature trails, My mind
was fantasizing that this time I would get a show by a hot young
couple who thought they'd found seclusion. Not that I have any
problems with getting shows from all the males in the woods. I
still prefer spying on a lady in the throws of passion.
Originally I had come here to watch birds and animals with my
binoculars. But there is something about watching people that has
always entertained me.
I soon found that my mind was innocent in the ways of a City
of 250k the first couple times I'd come out to walk and watch the
animals. Having grown up in a small community and spending most
of my summer years out camping and spying on people. I had never
found a hot spot like the Nature Trails.
I pull the car into a parking area. Not too big, kind of a
large circle drive near an old rock shelter. Because of the way
it is constructed and so far from the road, passers by can't get a
glimpse of what really goes on here. A Voyeurs hot spot if you
like seeing men with an occasional female flasher out to tease the
boys. Have found on several occassions 4-6 men sitting around
talkin dirty and playing with them selves or each other. I like
watching men when they need to empty the basket. I am not gay I
would always rather make a woman squirm beneath my tongue, then
give a BJ. Though it is still not beyond me to saver a large hot
member between my cheeks pressing into the depths of my bowels.
I get out of the car and get my gear (binoculars & a Pepsi,
got to have something for when your mouth goes dry watching a
couple in the throws of passion). There is a creek that runs
behind the shelter and a nature trail that meanders with it. If
you don't cross any of the bridges and follow the trail, it take
you to a marsh. The authorities have constructed a wooden dock
that cuts across the expanse of Cat-Tails and Lillies. I decide
not to take the dock today there is a land trail to where this
leads. There is a tower at the end of the dock. Made from Rail
Road Tie materials it stands about 15 feet tall, with a stairway
to the top. From on top you can see across the lake and the
perimeter of the marsh behind you. The lake is really a large
pond, maybe three hundred yards across and a thousand yards long
with two small Islands. One Island you can get to via a small
bridge the other is unacessable unless you had a small boat or
canoe. Seems this is the refuge for the many ducks and geese that
frequent the lake.
Anyway as I am heading towards the tower all of a sudden I
hear the giggle and voice of a woman. I cannot see the tower yet
for the brush and trees around me. The trail is winding off to
the right ahead. At first I stop and listen for another voice,
soon I hear the mutterings of a man. Watching my step so as not
to give away my presence I work my way to the tower. I've managed
to get close enough to see that on the tower is a dark haired man
in his early twenties with a very cute strawberry blonde girl.
They were quite busy between themselves with his hands concealed
by her sweater and her hands down low between their pelvis's.
Faces locked together seeing little more than their companions
face and hair. I decided to try to sneak under them to a better
location from which to perch and watch this show from the other
side.
As I step under the tower and am now out of sight from up
above. I hear movement across the planks above. I freeze in my
tracks. If they come down the stairs and see me or think they are
being observed the show will be over. This I am sure.
I look up and through cracks between the lumbers I can see
that the girl has crossed the platform from her lover. I can see
the hem of her skirt but visions of her panties are blocked. Nice
legs, but I must see what she has selected for undies today. I
quietly step out from my shelter to look up between the planks of
the railing she is leaning against. Behold, she is standing there
with legs apart and arms stretched across the railing to her back.
Waving her hips provocatively for her mate, I can get a clear view
to her honey-pot. There is no hair that I can see and her mounds
are swelled with anticipation. Her clit is visably aroused,
standing firm extending from a pubes of pleasure. I am caught up
in fantasy of rolling it between my lips, and hearing her moans
pleading me on, as her hands mash my face into her well of desire.
Suddenly I am aware of her hand. With long slender fingers she
pulls her mound open, displaying her long sexy inner lips that
have extended from their cover and a glint of sunshine sparkles
from a spot of dew.
Soon she straightens up and moved back to her lover who by
this time was sporting a mighty handsome pecker. Don't know if it
was out before she moved but it was out and getting plenty of
fresh air now. She lowered to her knees and began lavishing his
tool with her tongue. I needed to move again, didn't need him
looking down at her and seeing me in the background through the
cracks in the floor. Besides if I could get to my perch I would
have a much better view of both of them at once. Since his back
was to my perch at this time and the lady pre-occupied. I
silently moved out from under them and to a trail with a large
vine bush at it's mouth. I ducked behind my shelter and focused
in my binoculars though I was close enough not to need them. They
did enhance the show I was getting of her fingers playing in her
mound. She was now deep throating his long curved dick. He was
so wide I was amazed by the way she was making him disapear
between her lips.
I had no sooner settled in when she stood up and pulled her
sweater up over her head. Her breasts where perfection, very
little sag and firm to where her arial and nips suddenly poked out
another inch from the swell of her breasts. This babe was getting
hot. She leaned over the railing with her boobs swinging free in
the pull of gravity. I longed to place my face before them to
catch the bobbing nipples to my lips. Her lover had moved behind
her and lifted her skirt exposing her prize to the noon day sun.
With a little guidance from both sets of hands his blood engorged
pride was slowly disappearing inch by inch into her velvetly hot
liquid well. After about three quarters of his penis had
disappeared into her depths she paused them to let her lony adjust
to the powerful expansions she was feeling. Soon they began a
slow rythmic motion of circles and bumps. She was soon in clamax
with shivers of passion quaking in her breasts. He had increased
his thrusts sending himself deep within this beauty. I am sure he
lasted a few minutes but the wiles of this winch riding his cock
sent him into a loud and frenzied orgasm nearly sending him
buckling to his knees behind her.
Just as he started to blast. I was startled to find myself
eye to eye with this lovely young lady. Her crystal blue eyes
looking striaght into my sole. My heart jumped into my throat.
I've been caught but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact Giving me
a sly grin she held her breasts together and poked her tongue out
to circle her nipples. When he had made his delivery he slumped
to a corner to sit and catch his breath. She continued to stare
straight into my eyes with a smile of devilish intent. As she
held the rail with one hand she squated to a pee position and held
her lips open with her other hand. I could see the muscles of her
belly working and soon a gob of white cream came dribbling from
her snatch to plop on the floor of the tower. I wanted to jump up
and offer an oral cleaning. But her eyes said that she wanted me
to see and not touch. So I held my ground burning the images of
what I had just seen into my brain. I was going to have a good
masterbation focus tonight.
It wasn't long and she had retrieved a kleenex from her
clutch purse and was wiping away what remained of his seed from
her crotch. She pulled back on her sweater and he put himself
away. As they started down the stairs her head turned toward me
again. She winked and licked her lips with a grin and I mouthed a
silent thank you.
Oliver J. Slitlicker at your service, Madam.
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