STORY 22

Happy Campers

If ever there was a time I needed to get to get away for some time in the woods, it was then. What I didn’t need was the hassle of two camping rookies, even if they were my friends. And the last thing, the very last thing in existence that I needed or wanted was to be with a couple in mad, passionate lust. Since Carla split, I just wanted to be alone. Alone in the woods would be even better. My friends, Paul and Melanie didn’t see it that way. They figured I needed someone around so I didn’t do anything stupid. The way I saw it was they’d already flunked that test. I was already doing something stupid. I was camping with them. Before the night was over, I’d discover that maybe camping with them wasn’t so stupid after all.

Don’t get me wrong. I love Paul and Mel. I’d known about Paul since high school. He was the best shortstop in the state. I was the best second baseman. We toured the State campus together when they were recruiting us. We both got scholarships and ended up rooming together. State had a killer infield and I had a friend. We met Mel our freshman year. I think we both had a crush on her. Her violet eyes, pixie face, long black hair and killer body made her stand out in a crowd but it was her sense of humor and warmth that made her part of our crowd. I’m still not sure how Paul managed to first get into her pants. Just about one of the few things he’s refused to tell me since I’ve known him.

Since we were all sitting around the campfire a bit stoned, I decided it was time to ask Mel just how Baseball Paul had managed to first seduce her. She rolled her eyes at me before answering.

“You really want to know the secret that unlocked the box?”

“Melanie’s Box of Wonder!” Paul giggled

Mel reached over and gently slapped him aside the head.

“OK, if ya really got to know. He lied.”

I went all bug eyed and stuttered, “He w-wh-what?”

“He lied,” she said through a wide smile, “he told me he was good in bed.”

Paul pulled out a very bad Cagney voice. “Oh, you dirty rat....”

Melanie giggled. “Yeah, and he also told me he did impressions.”

Paul threw up his hands in a look of hurt innocence, which broke us up even further. OK, I was having fun. Losing Carla still hurt but it felt good to laugh. We killed the rest of the wine. Mel began yawning and soon Paul was taking her by the arm and leading her to their tent. I decided to stay up and watch the fire burn down. Or, at least, that’s what I thought I was going to be watching.

As I sat on the log watching their flashlights bob and Mel’s cute butt bounce on the short walk to their tent, I began to feel sorry for myself again. They were sleeping together. I was sleeping alone. I heard them zipper the tent and looked up to see Melanie’s shadow on the tent. She was removing her tee shirt. I imagined her tits were like Carla’s, round and firm with perky nipples. As if she heard my thoughts, she began removing her bra. Didn’t she know that a bright light in a tent casts a real sharp shadow? I could just about see her nipples. Then it hit me, she probably didn’t know. Paul probably wasn’t thinking about the shadow either. He was on his knees hugging Mel. Shoot, they were city kids. They’d never been camping and from the looks of their intertwined kissing, hadn’t given the light a thought.

Even though their shadows were pretty sharp, it was hard to see exactly what they were doing most of time. I could tell they were hugging on their knees and that their hands were roaming all over each other’s body but wasn’t too sure about who was doing what to who, most of the time. That changed when they both sat down to pull off their jeans and underwear. I know the underpants went because, for a moment, I could see the shadow of Paul’s hard cock. They went back on their knees again. Paul seemed to be nuzzling Mel’s neck. I thought Mel had a hold of Paul’s hard-on. That was quickly confirmed when her head drifted down below his belly. He was holding her head while she sucked his cock, her long hair bobbing up and down. There was nobody else around. I let my dick have a little night air.

Mel lifted her head and for a few moments I was a bit confused by the motion in the tent. When I realized that Mel was kneeling with head away from Paul and that he was on his knees behind her, it all became clear. They were going to do it doggie style. Mel’s tight round ass was up in the air. Paul was reaching between her legs. She rocked back and forth on this hand for a few minutes. Paul was rubbing his crotch up against her rocking butt. I began to think he was ass fucking her but then saw Mel reach back and grab his cock. It looked like she was guiding it into her pussy. I couldn’t be sure but wherever it was, it appeared that’s where she wanted it to be because she began matching him thrust for thrust. I could see her fine titties hanging down and shaking from the fucking she was receiving and giving. Paul was grasping her hips and hanging tight as he plunged his dick into her faster and faster and she fucked him back just as hard as he was fucking her. They went at it hot and heavy for several minutes. Their fucking getting more manic and intense as their bodies pounded together. Mel slowly bent so far forward that I couldn’t see her head or tits. Her ass was high in the air. Paul’s hips were slapping against her butt loud enough that I could actually hear the sound. Suddenly the sound stopped as I watched Paul’s hips push forward and strain there, grinding himself deep into Mel as he shook with a potent orgasm. He collapsed against her back and soon all I could see was a lump of shadow. I looked down at my hard dick. I slipped it back into my pants. The fire had mostly burned down. I doused it and headed for my tent. I had some business to attend to but I figured it was best done in the dark.

THE END

STORY 23

My office had gotten a little dim, I noticed, and it was the first hint that my workday was almost over.  I ran my eyes along the next proofing document, not really reading it, more so sizing it up.  I was debating whether to call that one the last for the day, or the one I was about to finish.  I thought about going home and decided there wasn't much worth hurrying home for.  In the grand scheme of things, my fish would just have to survive an extra half hour without dinner.  A comical thought of my goldfish tightening their proverbial belts came to mind.

I chuckled as I finished the Brown vs. Metzger proof and sat back with a smiling sigh.  I unfolded the manila envelope and pulled out the next piece of documentation.  I noticed right off that this proof involved literary guidelines referring to an acquisition, not to dismissal like all the others I had been working on today.  By now, I was very much alone in my tall office building and had no interns to send for the needed support documents.  This meant a trip to the library.  I decided that I would retrieve the needed volumes, set them on my desk, and leave the whole thing for tomorrow. 

Four flights of stairs lead me to the reference section in the upstairs portion of the library.  The dimly lit room had the feel of seclusion.  During the day, the lights were almost blinding and the bustle of people usually left little or no room for off-hand speculation.  More of a get in, get it, get out type of situation than anything else.  I walked over to the Acquisition shelves and began running my finger across the leather-bound book spines when I heard a giggle.  A sort of mischievous giggle that implied eager titillation.  I swung my head around, curious to see who would be trying to out do me in the "working late" department.  The balcony was empty, save an abundant array of reference books and legal propaganda.  I thought for a moment, and was about to dismiss the giggle as a result of over-working, but it came again.  The sound was coming from downstairs in the main portion of the library. 

I have always considered myself curious, never enough to get in to trouble, but I had to find the source of the afore-mentioned giggle.  I decided to employ some of the covert tactics I had been practicing in my navy seals video game and move to a better position for a little recon.  I soon discovered, to my surprise, two young interns, Coleen and Brenda, having what seemed like a very private conversation.  I began to feel a little weird about eavesdropping.  I was about to get back to work when Brenda, the blonde one, pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it on a near-by globe.  Without missing a beat, Coleen unbuttoned her sweater and let it fall to the floor.  "Interesting exercise in mimicry", I thought to myself. 

Brenda had a broad smile and a fervent look in her green eyes.  Her lips parted, loosing another cute giggle as she stepped closer to Coleen.  Her hand slipped around Coleen's back and they stood smiling at one another for a moment.  With one quick motion, Brenda had Coleen's white, conservative bra off and was swinging it round her outstretched finger.  Coleen's supple breasts heaved and almost all at once her nipples hardened.  Brenda let fly the bra and it landed on the table next to the blouse-laden globe.  The two women began to talk in low, hushed voices and Brenda placed her hand gently atop Coleen’s more than perky breast.  She rubbed and massaged for a moment, then shoved the dainty brunette onto one of the desks.  By this time, I had forgotten about acquisition, about dismissal, I had even forgotten about the pain of the rail digging into my ribs as I craned for a better look.  I did notice the throbbing in my crotch, however.

It turned out that Brenda was a sort of dominating type, and she was asserting this fact to Coleen.  She unhooked her black-laced bra and gave her own nipples a twist. Coleen, sitting eagerly on the edge of the desk, licked hungrily at Brenda's fingertips and nipples until, finally, Brenda moved her hand to a more supportive position under her tit for Coleen to suck freely her entire areola.  A bit of giggling gave way to a moan from Brenda.  Without any further a due, Brenda forced Coleen on to her back and began to suck and lick her breasts, all the while squeezing and caressing them. 

Brenda got to her knees and placed Coleen's leg over her shoulder.  Brenda kissed her inner thigh with very wet lips and slid her tongue along her creamy white skin.  There was no mistaking the moment when Brenda's oral muscle pressed firmly against the outside of Coleen's white cotton panties.  Nor was there any mistaking the sound of those panties being torn from their wearer.  Coleen's knees bent upward as she braced for the first of many orgasmic climaxes she would be subjected to.  She became a willing participant in what seemed to be a challenge of sexual endurance.  For nearly forty minutes Brenda nibbled her labia and inner thigh area, occasionally returning to the clitoris to drive the orgasms harder and further.  She inserted two fingers inside Coleen and began using the "come here" motion to further enhance the experience.  More like "come now" if you asked me.
After a particularly loud and moist climax, Brenda stood up.  "Why did you stop?" Coleen begged, gasping for air and wriggling from post orgasmic tremors.  "Its my turn." replied Brenda in a very matter-of-fact tone.  With that, Brenda bent at the waist and crawled over top of the still prone Coleen.  They kissed for a bit, stroking and fingering one another's breasts, and Brenda continued her cat-like crawl and positioned herself at Coleen's head, half squatting over her face.  "Lick my pussy, now!" demanded Brenda, and Coleen did not disappoint.  She immediately lunged her tongue fully into Brenda's juicy twat.  Hungrily licking and slurping as she went, Brenda began to moan and writhe in place.  Finally she broke into deep, guttural moans of delight and inhibition.  I decided to use this noise to cover my own ejaculatory response.  If you can't join 'em, beat it, right?  

Brenda and Coleen both wore knowing little grins as they dressed one another and hugged and kissed a bit.  They decided that this would remain an anonymous session with more to come.  I was very happy to hear this and made a side note to myself to check up on my references more often.  They finished gathering their things and headed toward the door.  Brenda opened the door and turned to Coleen, who in turn, turned to look at the very place where I sat hunched over and very uncomfortable. 

"We will do this again as long as it remains a secret, okay Mr. Rodman?"  Stunned at the reference to me, I held my breath, hoping that this was a bluff. 

 "We will take your silence to mean you understand.” added Brenda. 

"See you tomorrow morning Mr. Rodman." 

 The two girls began to giggle as they walked out of earshot and the hydraulic arm of the library door pulled it shut.  I sat still for a moment longer, thinking they would try to burst back in and confirm I was there.  Only after both my legs had fallen asleep did I feel safe enough to leave.  I walked across the upper library to the stairwell door, all the while looking back to the door and at my legs, which had just begun their pins-and-needles bit of waking up.  I opened the door to the stairwell, and was shocked to see the young women standing there with coy grins on their faces. 

"Wanna join tomorrow night, or you just a voyeur?" Brenda asked. 

 Lets just say I have been hard at work ever since.

THE END

STORY 24

Rhythm of The Rails

We pulled out of Union Station at about 8PM . In the song, the train pulls out in the morning and arrives in the evening. Guess things had changed since Steve Goodman rode the train and wrote the song. I could live with that. Ever since I’d first heard Arlo Guthrie singing about “The City of New Orleans”, I’d wanted to take this trip. Oftentimes, at work or in the shower, I’d find myself humming the tune. Now, I was actually on the legendary train, riding from Chicago to New Orleans . We’d be “changing cars in Memphis , Tennessee ” at about 6:30 in the morning, “half way home and we’d be there” by about 3:30 in the afternoon. OK, I’ll admit it didn’t have quite the same lyrical impact as the songwriter’s ride. As I was to learn, however, there are still some wonderful sights to be seen “nighttime on The City of New Orleans”. I was lucky enough to witness one that still burns in my sexual memory.

There were no old men in the club car and the only card game was being played by a long legged, slim blonde in her very early twenties. She was sitting at a table playing Solitaire. I’m kind of on the short, stubby side. I’ve never considered myself to be in the same sexual league as young, tall blondes with sexy slim figures. I’m not even sure we’re playing the same sport. That night, though, I had enough romantic spirit and just enough spirits to strike up a conversation. She was friendly. I learned that her name was Denise. Her boyfriend was an intern in Jackson , MS and she was headed to see him. I wasn’t surprised to find she had a boyfriend, nor, even that he was a doctor. I was a bit surprised that a young woman on such a tight schedule was riding the train, rather than flying. She told me she loved the rhythm of the rails, it relaxed her. The hurry, scurry scary pace of airline travel just made her tense. Without giving me the details, she told me that, for this meeting, she needed to be relaxed when she got there. I nodded sympathetically but didn’t press her. We had a few drinks and a few laughs. It was about midnight when we wandered back to our seats.

There were a few more than “fifteen restless riders” on the train but the coach car we were in was sparsely populated. Denise moved her stuff a few rows back to the seat across the aisle from mine and we talked in whispers a little while longer before pulling out our blankets. Neither of us had sprung the extra money for a sleeping car. I’m short enough to be able to sleep in most spaces and actually managed to lie down across the two seats, my head toward the window, a bit curled up but moderately comfy. Denise was taller than me by about a half a foot; most of her extra height was in her long, shapely legs. She reclined her seat all the way back. I closed my eyes. The rhythm of the rails gently rocked my body. It had been a good night. Little did I know what or who was yet to come.

I was nearly asleep when I heard the conductor announce our arrival in Carbondale . With eyes closed, I listened to the people near us depart. Denise and I now had the whole back of the coach car to ourselves. I peeked over and she appeared to be sleeping. Her long blonde hair and slim frame under the pink blanket made a pretty sight in the dim light. As the train pulled out of Carbondale , I settled in to sleep. Or, that’s what I thought I was going to do.

I heard Denise shuffling about in the seat across the aisle. I figured she was probably having a bit of trouble getting comfortable. Opening one eye, it became apparent that, under the blanket, she was removing her jeans. My imagination pictured her long, slender legs naked all the way to her panties. Then, it imagined her panties and the mound of her pussy outlined on the fabric. My cock rose with the thought. I was almost lost in horny dreams when I heard a little more motion across the aisle. My first reaction was sympathy for her difficulty getting comfortable, even with her jeans off. When I again opened one eye to take a peek, my second reaction was pleasant astonishment.

Laid back in the reclined seat, she had spread her legs. Her right hand was under the blanket and between her legs. I couldn’t tell whether the hand was in or over her panties but she was definitely slowly rubbing it up and down along her cunt. Her eyes were closed. Slowly my hand moved over to free my erection. Under the blanket, I held it in my hand and slowly ran my fingers along the shaft while I watched Denise stroke her pussy. We went on like this for several minutes in the darkened car, her on her back with eyes closed, me on my side with one eye open, both lightly stroking, both ever so slowly increasing our pace.

When she raised her knees, I lost track of her hand but not her rhythm. Her hips had begun to rock with the hand motions. She was making small pelvic thrusts against her hand. Her lips had parted and I could hear her making soft moaning sounds in the back of her throat. Her hips were rocking in time with the clacking of the train on the track. The train was moving pretty fast on this stretch. I began pumping my cock to the same speedy, steady beat. It was like being in tune with the universe. Denise’s young cunt, the speeding train and my hard cock were all in synch. I knew I couldn’t maintain this pace very long. My heart was pounding, my groin was tense with the building orgasm and it was becoming more difficult to restrain my heavy breathing. I could hear Denise’s breath coming out in ragged gasps. Her legs were spread wide apart. I could again see the lump of her hand. It looked like she had several fingers inside her pussy and was pumping them to the insistent rhythm of the rails. Then, I swear, the train picked up speed.

The legendary “City of New Orleans ” was rushing toward Kentucky . Denise was rushing toward orgasm and I was along for both of the rides. Her hips were thrusting to the quicker beat of the steel wheels, her pumping fingers had also picked up the intensifying rhythm. Her head was thrown back and was shaking a little side-to-side as the rest of her slender body was wrapped around her pounding fingers. I saw her mouth open wide as the orgasm began to pour over her. I came in hard spurts watching her body thrash under her pink blanket, twitching several times before coming to a sprawled out, panting rest. Still pretending to sleep, I rolled over in the seat to relocate my body in relation to my blanket’s new wet spot.

As I began to drift off to sleep I could hear Denise singing softly under her breath.

“Good night, America . How are you?”

I grinned at the sound. I was doing quite fine, thank you very much.

THE END

STORY 25

Frank wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove and continued to prune the Seymour's roses. It was 12:45, and like clockwork, he heard Dee and her friend Tanya wander through the back garden. He peeked out from behind the flowers and saw them walking barefoot to the gazebo with a picnic lunch.

            Dee wore her customary, lightweight flower print dress.  Her bright smile and golden corn silk hair gave her a goddess like beauty.  Her dress hugged her hips and highlighted her perky tits.  Dee's ha rd nipples pressed against the thin cloth, making it obvious that she wore no bra.  She saw Frank working in the garden, flashed him a broad smile, and waved. Frank waved back and pretended to prune the flowers; instead he watched the women.

With short dark hair and olive skin, Tanya was Dee's opposite. Her full, round face matched her full rounded body.  A skimpy halter-top left vast portions of her giant jugs bare; her dangerously short cut-offs exposed wide moonbeams.

The pair sat in the shady part of the gazebo.  Frank moved around some other bushes where he could watch without being seen.

The two women fed each other ripe peaches and plums from the basket. They let sweet juice run down their chins, allowing the other to lick it up.  When they were satisfied, Dee closed the basket and put it aside.

With the warm sun on his back, Frank stared as Tanya stood in front of Dee and put one foot up on the bench.  Her whole broad ass was hanging out of her shorts; the crotch was wedged between her smooth cheeks like a thong.  The dark one leaned forward and kissed the goddess hard on the mouth.  It was clear who was in charge today.

Frank slowly crept closer. His cock hardened and pressed against his shorts as he watched.  The blonde dug into Tanya’s crotch and began rubbing her pussy.  Tanya reached out and tweaked a nipple.

“Oh, so wet already,” Dee, said. 

“I’m always wet for you, Baby.”

As they kissed, Dee undid her lover’s shorts.  Tanya took her foot off the bench and her shorts dropped to the ground.  She stepped out them, turned around and shook her booty.  Dee giggled and slapped her ass.  Tanya untied her halter, flung it off to the side, and motioned to the blonde to join her in the center of the gazebo.  Dee stood and took her dress off.  She stepped forward and pressed her firm naked body into Tanya’s warm, yielding flesh.  They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.

Dee took a half step back, put her mouth to Tanya's heavy tit, and suckled her broad nipple. The dark woman groaned with pleasure. Dee put one thin pale hand on Tanya's ass and the other into her thick, dark bush.

 Frank stopped pruning. He couldn't even pretend; he was totally consumed with watching the women fondle one another.  After putting the sheers in his back pocket, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock.  A few good strokes and he was fully hard.

Tanya stroked Dee's golden hair, grunting as she slipped her finger into her hairy cunt.  "Lick me bitch.  Get down on your knees and lick me now!"

Dee unlatched her mouth from Tanya's nipple.  Her finger still diddling the hairy pussy, she kissed the full breasts and soft belly.  She stopped only to tongue Tanya's belly button, making Tanya giggle. Kissing her way to the thick thatch, she kissed and licked from corner to corner.  Tanya moaned with satisfaction and put her hands on Dee's head. The blonde kissed her way down the side of the dark bush, then kissed the inside of her thighs.  "Lick me now," Tanya demanded.  Dee complied by parting her pubic jungle, spreading her pussy lips, and licking her hard clit.

"Yes!  Oh Baby, that's it right there."

Frank couldn't bear it; this was too thrilling.  Transfixed by the blonde licking the brunette, Frank didn’t care if he got caught jerking off in the Seymour's garden.  Besides, he lied to himself; anyone would have to be dead not to be turned on by sexual show in the gazebo.  He stopped fondling his cock and dropped his shorts around his ankles, leaving his ass naked and warmed by the sun.  He started again by grabbing the base of his cock with his thumb and index finger, wrapping the rest of his fingers around the shaft.  With long, firm strokes, going from base to tip, his balls welled in pre-orgasmic clench.  He tried to muffle the grunts and groans that involuntarily escaped his lips. 

Tanya shifted her stance; she widened the position of her feet and bent her knees slightly so that the blonde could better lick her.  As Dee tongue-fucked her, she pinched one nipple then sucked on the other.  Her hips rocked and rotated; her moans came in a continuous stream.  They all knew that she was close to cumming.

Dee worked the dark beaver with determination.  She licked hard and soft and faster and faster.  Tanya quivered, her fleshy belly and thighs and breasts shaking. 

“Oh YEAH,” she yelled. 

 Frank wondered if they had heard at the main house and would be coming to investigate. Watching Tanya pull Dee to her feet and kiss her passionately on the mouth, made him forget anyone who might be coming.

Dee went and sat on the bench, her butt close to the edge.  She leaned back, brought her heels up to touch her ass. Spreading her knees wide, she bared her smoothly shaven cunt and gleaming wet pussy lips. Tanya dropped to her knees and still naked crawled across the floor to Dee. Tanya placed her hands on Dee's hips. She lowered her mouth to the bald quim and licked as if it were her favorite ice cream.

Dee groaned. She wrapped her fingers in Tanya's thick, dark hair and pulled her face to her dripping pussy. Tanya slipped a finger into her cunt; she gently probed and wiggled until Dee squirmed and let out a long continuous moan.

Frank felt the sun on his butt and heat in his groin. His knees began to weaken and his thighs shivered. The muscles in his ass started cramping. He was breathing hard.  Cum pushed from his constricting balls into cock; ejaculation was imminent.  Dee's moans were making him wild.

Tanya licked the bare slit from bottom to top where she tongued Dee's clit.  Dee's head rolled from side to side; she massaged Tanya's head. "Oh Honey, that's it. Oh yeah, oh more, oh more, oh more. Lick my clitty, oh yeah. Just like that."  Dee pulled her heels off the bench and wrapped her thighs around Tanya's head.

Frank couldn't take anymore; he stroked his cock hard and fast.  Hot cum blasted through his shaft, spurting out the head and splattering the bushes, his shorts, and his hand.

Dee gritted her teeth and grunted loudly. "Oh, oh, oh," she said. Her whole body trembled with orgasmic ecstasy. Opening her thighs, Dee helped Tanya to her feet and kissed her. "Oh Honey, that was wonderful."

As Frank pulled on his shorts, he watched the two women get dressed. He picked up his sheers and resumed pruning, wondering if his ass were sunburned.

Tanya carried the picnic basket and walked in front. Dee stepped out from the gazebo, turned, and waived to Frank. "See you next week," she said with a smile.

THE END

STORY 26

Two In The Bush  

            Bored and horny, Amy left her apartment.  She started walking the two blocks to Renee's house.  Amy would have preferred spending the evening with a man, but it was Monday and most of the clubs were closed.  The walk was soothing; the evening enveloped her like a silk robe.  Renee's house was a cute little bungalow with a private back yard that was perfect for sitting outdoors on warm summer nights.  Amy hoped that Renee would be home and interested in splitting a bottle of wine, gossiping, and maybe playing some cards.

            Amy reached the house at sunset.  Though Renee's car was parked down the driveway, the front rooms of the bungalow were dark.  Amy let out a sigh of disappointment.  It was possible that Renee had a date, but she hadn't mentioned it.

            Amy walked down the driveway that ran alongside the house, hoping that Renee was in the back yard.  She envisioned Renee eating dinner or reading a book, oblivious to everything around her.  She looked over the fence.  Ten feet away saw Renee standing in front of the bench seat, her skirt bunched up around her waist and bare ass showing.  Amy decided against saying hi.  Then she saw the hairy knees showing between Renee's smooth legs.

"Oh Baby," Ann heard Renee say.

            Amy ducked back so that she was hidden by a tall evergreen.  Peeking over the fence, she watched.  The hairy knees slid forward, and hairy man’s hands cupped Renee's ass cheeks.  Her friend pushed her hips forward and tossed her head back; Amy knew she was getting licked.

            Mesmerized, Amy felt her own pussy heat up as she watched.  Renee grunted and moaned.  She saw the man's hands kneading her friend's ass flesh, his fingers exploring the ravine between her cheeks.

"Oh, Baby, yeah," Renee said.

Amy watched the man's cock blossom; it went from semi-hard to fully erect and then became completely engorged.  She swallowed hard.  Oh to have a man that got hard while licking my pussy, she thought.  She stared as her friend rotated her ass as the man licked her.

            Amy couldn't bear it any longer.  She quietly moved to a space between the house and the evergreen.  As Renee received her delicious tongue lashing, Amy pulled up the front of her own skirt and pushed aside her panties.  She put her middle finger deep into her crotch slowly brought it forward.  Her finger gently parted her pussy lips dipped into her honey-pot.  A sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips.  She imagined it was her getting licked or standing beside Renee, and the finger inside her was not her own, but the man's.  She twirled her finger in her cunt as she slid it in out a few times.  Amy inhaled sharply.  Oh that feels good, she thought.  She pulled sopping wet finger out and quickly began massaging her swollen clit.

            Amy watched as the man’s hand went to Renee’s crotch.  His mouth appeared to be attached to her clit, but now he had his fingers working her snatch as well.  Amy let herself imagine what Renee must be feeling.  A hot masculine tongue on her clit and his fingers fucking her pussy, she must be on the edge.  Amy could barely take it anymore. Momentarily, she stopped her manipulation.  With both hands she reached under her skirt, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and stripped them off, letting them fall around her ankles. 

Amy knew that she wouldn’t be able to explain the panties around the ankles if she were caught.  She knew too that the likelihood of her getting away if spotted was almost none if she left her panties around her ankles.  Peeping over Renee’s fence watching her have sex, while she stood half hidden in the dusk masturbating without the real possibility of being able to get away made it more exciting. 

Her pussy completely open to the breeze, Amy went at it with both hands.  With one hand, she fucked her pussy with the other she massaged and teased her own clit.  She drifted back and forth between building up her own orgasm and getting distracted by Renee and her man. 

Amy stared as Renee grabbed her skirt and pulled it over head so that she was completely naked below the waist except for her sandals.  Amy gulped as Renee rotated her hips in the hands and at the mouth of the man.  She then slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  To Amy’s surprise, when Renee removed the blouse completely, she had nothing on.  Amy noticed her breath quickening and felt the pressure of a serious orgasm on the rise. 

No longer having to hold her skirt, Renee looked down at the man and put her hands in front of her.  Amy could only imagine that she was running her fingers through his hair, caressing his scalp with her fingernails, and whispering hot sexy words of encouragement as he brought her to a momentary Nirvana.

“Oh, YEAH,” Amy heard Renee exclaim.  Renee was jiggling and shaking like Jell-O on a roller-coaster.  Renee’s sharp inhalations and heavy breathing clearly audible.  Amy wasn’t quite on the pace that Renee was, but then she didn’t have the advantage of a tongue on her clit.

With six short grunts, Renee came and gently pulled the man’s face from her quim.  Amy froze, hoping that she’d only witnessed the previews and not the whole show.  She was pretty close to cumming herself, but could use a few more minutes of this excellent live porn show.  Her fears were allayed quickly when she watched Renee bend over and put her face to his crotch.  Amy could only imagine what it looked like, Renee sucking off the man who just ate her out.  All Amy could see was Renee’s firm ass and her damp pussy poking out.

As quickly as she went down on him, Renee stood, spread her legs wider than his knees and walked up his body.  She grabbed his thick cock, gave it three firm strokes for good measure and guided him inside her.  Slowly she began rocking her hips back and forth on his cock.  Renee arched her back thrusting her breasts toward his face, her head rolled across her shoulders and she chanted, “mmmm, mmmm, mmmm,” as if it were a magic orgasm inducing incantation. 

Amy was on the brink.  Pussy juice was running down her hand and slobbering on her inner thighs.  A slight evening breeze blew up her skirt, as if a gentle lover had kissed her ass.  She was rocking back and forth on her own finger and twiddling her clit with her other hand.  The pressure, the heat built like a grease fire in her groin. 

For the first time, she heard the man groan as Renee rode him.  Then there was a masculine gurgle in his throat and a heavy grunting.  Amy could tell by his lack of movement that he was cumming.

That pushed her over the edge.  Amy gasped and shuddered with a knee quaking, thigh trembling orgasm that was so intense she had to grab the fence post to steady herself.  Neither Renee nor the man appeared to hear her.  She quietly stepped out of her panties, wiped her crotch and hand, and stuck them in her pocketbook for the walk home.

THE END