Being watched . . . while we fucked
I read some of the postings about voyeuring people while they were undressing, groping and actually having sex etc. And it made me remember an incident from a few years ago - when I was on the receiving end of a vouyeur's attention. Well to be honest, it was probably the girl he was after, but I was there too, getting stuck in, so to speak.
As I said, this was a while ago now, when I had only been married about five years. At the place where I worked was a sweet young girl who actually had a thing for me. And since she was young (21) pretty and slim, I took advantage of the situation and we'd sneak away for quiet evenings in each other's company.
It's quite difficult finding places to just be together where you can be sure that no one you know is going to pass by randomly. Inevitably, we would often wind up at a well known spot in the woods, parked in my car.
On this particular night, we were well into it and I had managed to remove all her clothes and most of mine too. We were still in the front seats, but had the backs fully reclined down so that we had some 'activity' room as well. I can remember distinctly muzzling down between her thighs and giving her a severe licking until she wriggled and squealed her way into an orgasm. I drew myself up and lay on top of her, just sliding myself in gently. We kissed, and I lifted my torso on my arms and pressed into her all the way for just two or three thrusts.
Quite suddenly, I got confused by a dot of light that flickered about on her chest. She squealed again, but in terror this time and tried to protect herself from the light. Realising htere was someone outside shining a light in. I tried to block where the point of light hit the window glass but it danced about impossibly and I'm sure the voyeur got a good look at her little pink breasts and belly.
I'd slid out of her now, and I yanked open the door in fury, intending to leap out of the car and chase him down. But as the chill air hit me, I hesitated realising that a naked man with his dick waving about should not be in the business of chasing anyone.
So I shouted a bit and swore as I watched him run off.He was a fairly stocky figure, wearing what looked like a belted mackintosh, dark hat and rubber boots. I bet he just went back into the woods a bit and had a good jerk.
Anyway, I closed the door. I was really, really pissed off. Not because we had been seen, but because he'd ruined a good fuck. I was convinced it would have blown her passion away. She was frightened of course and asked daft questions like "Do you think it was my father?" and "Do you think it was my boyfriend?" to which I replied no and no.
"What did he want?" I explained there were plenty of men who liked to catch young girls shagging and look at them before going off to masturbate etc. All the while I was peering out into the black trying to see if he was still around.
At which point I realised that she hadn't started to get dressed. She was just laying there with her knees together and her fists under chin - forearms covering her tits. So I said something like "Now, where were we?" And she opened her arms and embraced me. Moments later, she opened her legs and I slid back into her. She was still wet.
As we fucked, I did wonder if the voyeur would come back, or if he was even still watching us but with his flashlight turned off, wanking quietly. Not sure I cared too much as I slammed into her. I was fucking her, he was just fucking his fingers.
He didn't come back. We finished and left. But we never went there again.
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