Voyeur

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The hike took far more of the afternoon than planned. The map must have been old, way before the subdivision was built and the quarry filled in for a lake. We got turned around several times, backtracked, then finally got on the main trail just as the clouds started to roll in.
We were prepared. Windbreakers, water, the right shoes and flashlights. The trail split and we ended up in the trees. No good. The clouds were dark and there were rumblings.
“Let’s go back to the fork and take it downhill,” he yelled over the wind. “I think it will put us out into the rear of this neighborhood. Miles from the car, though.” We peered at the map as it flapped around our hands. “Just watch your step, hold onto me!”
I nodded at him and we headed back to the fork, then descended from there. The trail was narrow and shaky. Gravel collapsed under our feet. I put one hand on his shoulder as we gingerly picked our way down. Suddenly, in the dim light, rooftops appeared through the trees. The trail skirted the rear of the subdivision. An expensive one, it seemed. Massive driveways, landscaping, even a pond or two. We rushed through the scrub and broke out into the yard of one of the houses. Light rain pelted our faces and we ran under the overhang of what appeared to be a garden shed. A nice one, too. Big enough to be a small house on its own.
We stood there, panting, trying to get our bearings. The thunder had ceased but the wind had picked up. The storm was rapidly moving to the northwest. 
“The car is this way,” he said, switching on his flashlight and looking at the map. “And if we take this street up here…” He stopped when I grabbed his arm.
“Babe,” I said, quietly. “Look.” I pointed and he switched off his flashlight immediately.
The shed was cattycorner to the house living room. We were invisible but they weren’t. The lights shone through, making one golden square in the now almost pitch black night. Instinctively we both crouched down, sifting our gaze through the tops of the grasses that rustled in the wind.
His back was pressed against the massive glass window, holding leverage while he fucked her standing up. Her right foot on the ground, the left draped over his arm. Both of them were muscular, taut and coiled rhythm together. Her head jerked back and forth in time with his stroking. He held her in a clearly practiced grip. One hand at her front, almost to her throat, and the other lifting up her leg.
I watched her toes. The standing leg was on tippy toes. The draped leg…
“She’s going to cum soon,” he breathed behind me, pressing me back against his crotch. “Look at those toes. Just like how you get.”
Our windbreakers made that wispy sound, gliding across each other as we found our hips unconsciously copying the couple just a few yards in front of us. I ground myself into his jeans. He brought his hand up to my throat, just like them. Our clothes were damp. My hair was stringy. In a few minutes he had my jeans peeled down.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he stated. “Grab onto that bench. Don’t take your eyes off them.”
The man in the window set his knees and fucked harder. I could see her body tense…
just as he speared into me, hot and thick in the cold air, and I yelled into the wind. The sound whisked away as he grabbed onto my hips and banged up, deep and hard, lifting me up onto my own toes. I wouldn’t have known this was a man who had been hiking since noon, his legs probably like rubber. His cock was steel, though. Insistent. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back against him.
“Watch her,” he ordered. “Cum when she cums. Squeeze my cock, baby.”
The position he had my head in forced my eyes on the couple. So warm and heated in their golden living room. Fucking away on their carpet, no doubt swearing and encouraging each other. And we were in the cold and wind, barely sheltered from the rain, damply scrambling for footing as we possessed each other. I whimpered and tensed. The window girl had gone almost limp.
“Cum when she cums,” he reminded, grabbing my hip more firmly. “I know you love my cock as much as she loves his.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I love your cock. I always want it…OH!” He had gone for tight, short strokes. Deep and lifting. My insides were warm, tingling mush. I could tell he was copying window man, even bracing his knees in the same manner.
Was I looking at us? Where we in a mirror? The guy kinda looked like my man. Fucked like him too. My hair was like hers. There were two of us, no four of us, fucking and grinding together, moaning and cursing, probably saying the same things…Two men were fucking me. One in me, the other in front of me. I was watching myself, it was building up…her toes…my toes…
“Fuck yes, baby, cum on me!” He hissed in my ear and forced me back on him as I squirmed and twisted on his cock. Both of us yelled out into the wind as window girl tensed and almost visibly shrieked, then her one leg came down to join the other as she trembled. I trembled. And both men held her close, voices in the ear, as she came down…down…
We panted, him still inside me, as the window couple moved to the furniture. She lay on her back and spread her legs. The golden man entered her again and began to move. Their night was not yet over.
Neither was ours. He laid me back on the bench, brought me to the edge and pushed my knees back. Both our eyes were riveted on the window as he pushed in, we looked at each other briefly and kissed, then back at the window. 
“It’s us, baby,” he whispered. “Watch us fuck. Don’t we look good together?”

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Written by verse50
Hochgeladen March 1, 2021
Notes An outdoor hike is cut short by a storm, which leads to an unexpected intense fuck in the garden shed.
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