8 comments/ 68541 views/ 5 favorites Letting Them Watch By: ncsoccermom35 I'd known Jennifer from my first year at college, we'd had a few classes together here and there so I felt like I at least knew her. It was important because otherwise I would have never agreed to go back to Gary's apartment, not alone anyway. Gary was an older guy who was always at the clubs, making jokes, buying girls drinks and flirting, making really overtly sexual jokes. I'd met him freshman year and had danced with him a few times just because he was constantly buying me and my friends drinks. I was out my sophomore year with girls I'd just met who were my dorm mates when I ran into Jennifer. We were giggly and tipsy already when Gary showed up and started dancing with us. It was fun to see him and I have to admit I was really enjoying a little attention after feeling looked over compared to my more voluptuous friends. He started buying both Jennifer and I shots and before I knew it the lights were coming on and the club was shutting down. I'd long since lost the girls I'd came with so it was easier for me to just go along when Jennifer offered me a ride. She said she was going to give Gary a ride to his apartment and 'party' with him for awhile before she had to pick her boyfriend up. Jennifer knew I didn't do that stuff but it didn't slow her down from heading right to the bathroom with Gary, showing up to sit next to me on the couch glassy eyed and sniffing. He started playing some music and fixed us both drinks and was being his usual obnoxious self when Jennifer got the call from her boyfriend. She threw me a grin and promised that she'd be right back and was up and out the door before it dawned on me that I was alone there with Gary. He was grinning and sniffing a little himself but sat down beside me like we were old friends. He really was funny and had me at ease and giggling before it really weirded me out that I was drunk and alone at an older mans apartment. I had a serious boyfriend at the time and made several references to him during conversation, but Gary acted like he either didn't hear me or simply didn't care. Gary wasn't that tall, maybe around 5'10'' and was fighting a losing battle against a full fledged beer-belly. He had dark hair but it was getting noticeably thinner in a small circle on top of his head and usually kept a goatee or mustache. He had gotten beside me and was tickling me, making my little dress ride up my legs beside him on the couch when he started to kiss my neck. It took me by surprise and I was breaking out in goosebumps before I could push him away. He had his strong hands around me and was holding me so close I could smell the liquor on his breath. I remember him looking me in the eye and running his hand up my thigh, pulling my dress up with it. He was between my legs, rubbing my pantyhose and small panties against my body, making me immediately freeze up. He was up on his knees between my legs so fast, pulling my dress up enough to get to my pantyhose, peeling them and my panties off in the same motion. I sat back against the couch and couldn't take my eyes off him as he quickly stripped, his cock already rigid and pointing towards me. I barely got a glimpse of his naked body before he was on me, feeling me up through my bra and fingering me so deliciously. Gary got me to lean up and unzipped my dress and was trying to unfasten it with one hand while keeping the other busy stimulating me below. I felt my bra go slack around my breasts and then felt his hand move from my shoulders to the back of my head. I was so turned on and tingling so hard from his fingers I just let him guide my mouth over his dick. I had some experience my first year of college doing this, but never with a grown man and never like this! He was holding onto my head and moving his hips, sliding that throbbing thing in and out of my mouth...I could feel his pubic hair tickling my face when he would push it deep, the whole time telling me how hot it was. My jaw was getting so tired and I felt like the corners of my mouth were stretched, not to mention how raw the back of my throat was beginning to feel before he stopped, letting it slip wetly out of my mouth. I remember him saying, "Lets get this dress off sweetie" before taking it off me and bending me over in front of him on that ratty couch. He got right behind me and was spreading my legs wider, telling me how great my ass was while once again fingering me. It wasn't until I felt his cock between my legs did I fully appreciate what was happening to me. I'd had sex with boyfriends before, but it was always something I'd thought about beforehand or expected to happen. Just going home and having something this intimate happen to me was so sudden and was going on so fast right in front of me that I didn't have time to second guess or really analyze what was happening. I was naked and facing away from him, getting so wet from his finger rubbing against my clit and vagina. I was so aroused I hadn't even thought of feeling shy about being totally nude and bent over in front of him like that. I remember him holding onto one of my hips while he guided his dick, still wet from my mouth, slowly inside me from behind. The head was embedded in me and he grabbed both sides of my ass and crept deeper inside me, inch by inch, getting louder and more vulgar the further he pushed in. I finally managed to remember to breathe when I felt his body against mine and could feel him fully inside my body, stretching me so completely that it hurt and felt so electric at the same time! Gary leaned over to reach under me and play with my breasts as he kept his dick buried inside me, grinding in circles so hard. One of his hands moved from my nipple to my clit and began to stimulate it at the same time he began to thrust in and out of me...I remember his balls bouncing off of me before a combination of his dick filling me from behind and his hand manipulating my clit drove me over the edge. I was squirming under him but he was relentless when he felt me cumming, driving into my small body from behind and honestly just pounding me! I was crying out before I even realized I was doing it, something I'd never been compelled to do during sex. He was saying such nasty things, making me tell him that I liked it as he leaned back up and once again grabbed me by my hips. I felt wetter than I ever had and was really beginning to enjoy the size and friction he was making behind me. I arched my back when he told me and was pushing back against his large, invading member, feeling his hands squeezing my ass and exploring my body back there. It was hard to catch my breath when he put his finger inside my ass at first, but as soon as I was able to relax it felt so erotic I felt myself getting wet all over again! I was pushing back against him so much and moving my hips as hard as I could and began to sweat until it was literally dripping off me. I could feel my bangs sticking to my face and knew my mascara was running, making me quite a sight I'm sure. He had reached under me to grab my breasts and was slamming his body into mine making a clapping sound when the front door swung open. I looked up and will never forget the look on Jennifer and her boyfriends face as they slowly took in my position and what was happening. Jennifer's mouth went from hanging open in shock to a wry, condescending smirk in seconds as she slowly appraised the situation. I moved forward and moved to get up, replacing his hands over my breasts with my own when I heard him tell me that 'he wasn't finished' and 'to give them a little show'. He guided me to bend over again and told me it was okay while once again positioning himself behind me. He slid back in easily and asked as casual as ever if Jennifer and her beau wanted to wait inside, but added that I'd 'be a minute'. I'll never forget how they just shut the door and walked in while he continued his assault on my pussy from behind, only this time with an audience to show off for! I closed my eyes and tried not to listen to Jennifer get more and more catty and insulting with her comments. Gary was going hard as ever and was beginning to sweat himself. It was running down his chest and what didn't get caught in the hair there fell down onto me. I was feeling so dirty and low from the crap Jennifer was saying and from how her boyfriend kept staring as he fucked me so hard and so deep. Gary buried his throbbing, wet dick inside my quivering pussy and leaned in over my back to reach my clit...immediately making me moan. I forgot about both of the people watching me as he kept rubbing my clit in circles as he sank his cock into me over and over again! I was getting so wet I arched my back, squeezed my pussy around his dick as hard as I could, and grinded my ass back against his sweaty body. I was moaning and ceased to care about the two people watching Gary do this to me. I looked over at her boyfriend with my mouth hanging open as his body slapped wetly against mine and could read the lust on his face plain as day. I kept my eyes locked on his as I pushed myself up to give him a better look at the sweaty, naked front of my body. I was pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts and had my hands dug into the cushions on the couch when I could feel my pussy begin to spasm. I could feel my lips quivering as I struggled to grip his invading dick while I cursed out loud, lowered my head and came...pushing back against him with all the strength my sweaty body had left. I was shuddering with excitement and panting for breath when he reached under me to cup my small breasts while absolutely pounding his hips into me. I could feel his mouth on my shoulder as he kissed his way up to my neck and began to suck. He was biting and sucking at the same time when he started to moan, cursing as he leaned back up and grabbed me by my hips. I could feel his thick, veiny cock jumping hard and fast inside me as he grabbed my hip with one hand and slapped my ass cheek with the other. He slapped me again and again as he dumped his hot, sticky load deep inside my battered and stretched vagina. He was still breathing heavy when he finally stop moving and slid that thing out of me and began to wipe it back and forth across my ass. Gary told Jennifer something about liking her friends and she just cursed and made a smart assed comment about finally being able to leave. I sat up and could feel my ass stinging from his slaps, the sweat running down my skinny body, and most of all, the hot, juicy wetness oozing from my red, swollen lips. I felt as if all the eyes in the room were glued to my used body as I struggled to search the floor for my clothes. Both Jennifer and her boyfriend had made trips to the bathroom with Gary, who'd put back on his boxers, by the time I'd gotten my legs to quit shaking enough to dress. I didn't have the nerve to look any of them in the eye so I was sort of taken by surprise as I walked to the door to leave and Gary spun me around. He had me in his arms and was kissing me fully and passionately with full tongue right there in front of them! He held me close and whispered some things on my ear before putting a slip of paper with his phone number in my still sweaty hand. Jennifer kept staring at me and was talking to her boyfriend like I wasn't in the car the entire way back to campus. When I finally got back to my dorm my panties were sticking to me and his sperm had tried up to form a crusty mess in my pubic hair. I got to my bed and just stripped right there and got under the covers naked and passed out. Letting Them Watch A special thanks to Volunteer Editor WindySwimming for their review. ***** It was mid morning by the time we had arrived at the State Natural Reserve. It's quite common to hear people refer to that area mistakenly as a State Park. The reserve itself shares boundaries with two marine parks, one also a reserve, and the other a conservation area. It's just one of several favored places along the coast that we've enjoyed. Although our schedules don't easily allow, we do try and schedule return visits since moving away. We knew the trail system and coastline well, and preferred the lesser travelled routes. At times we'd elect to leave the main trails and follow what appeared as little more than game trails, likely used by resident black-tailed deer, coyote, gray fox, bobcat... The wildlife there goes mostly unseen. The sheer number of species of land animals, let alone the more abundant bird and marine life present, would easily surprise most. As is likely true with most celebrated outdoor areas, the casual visitors see but a mere fraction of what's present. In such areas, people tend to move too quickly, and generate too much noise. A whole world is waiting to open up to those who learn to recognize the transition zones. These zones are essentially the "seams", the edges. Examples are the boundaries from forest to meadow, in a mountain stream it's from fast water to slower water, in the air you can watch a soaring hawk move in and out of the thermal seams. It also applies to the time of day, from night to dawn. There are reasons why animals favor these areas and times. At that time of year, and being mid week, the parking area had only a few vehicles. It turned out that we had the reserve mostly to ourselves. The other visitors were likely nature photographers, birders and, given that half of the three combined areas are underwater, scuba divers. The familiar fresh scent of the ocean was welcome. We could just barely make out the sound of waves finishing their journey on the beach or colliding against the craggy granite cliffs. The fog there characteristically clears by late morning. The color of the water would then change dramatically from a dull dark gray to the bright blue and foaming white that is often featured in photos and paintings of the area. We had just finished gathering our daypacks when another vehicle pulled in a few spots away. At a glance they looked to be college students, a guy and a girl, maybe nineteen years old, twenty most. They weren't shy at all, and offered a spirited "Good Morning." They turned out to be quite talkative. They inquired about the trails, which ones went to the beach area, which ones stayed inland, and which areas are a must-see. We found them to be fun to talk to, full of energy, refreshing. I guess one would say that they were average looking, whatever that means. Neither of them appeared to be athletic, more studious looking, somewhat pale. She was quite feminine, her complexion made me think of the phrase "squeaky clean." Their enthusiasm was somewhat contagious, that was nice, they had already added to our day. They seemed somewhat innocent, fresh, a natural sincerity about them. It came to mind that they may have recently met. Perhaps it was the manner in which they interacted, not being totally at ease with each other, and directing a lot of attention to us. Was it a first date perhaps? Or maybe a first "outing" as a couple, no other friends or acquaintances around to add comfort? We were happy to get them oriented. As we headed out, I offered that we'd be hiking through an open meadow-like area and then into the coastal forest. Later, we'd continue to the beach and cliffs after the morning fog lifted. I added that they'd be able to see us ahead, and were welcome to follow if they wanted since we'd be visiting some of the more dramatic areas of the reserve. As I was staying that, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Caterina, "Cat", had turned to look at me and smiled. Once out of earshot, she asked me if I had offered for them to follow out of courtesy, or did I have something else in mind. I replied with only with a smile. Actually, it was out of courtesy but her comment brought something to mind. We never looked directly back at them, but with peripheral vision we could see them about one hundred yards behind and following. Once we passed though the meadow, and entered the coastal forest, we slowed our pace giving them a chance to keep us in sight. Without words passing between us we knew that each had begun to experience the beginnings of that wonderful faint sense of pleasure that precedes sensuality. About a quarter mile into the pine and cypress forest, I turned and made contact with our followers. I waved my hands and pointed in the direction of a smaller trail branching off deeper into the forest. They signaled back, acknowledging the change in direction. Both Cat and I looked at each other, our hearts beating a bit faster, the beginnings of arousal gently swept through us. We moved more quickly now that we were out of sight, and found one of our familiar, and somewhat secret, spots. The undergrowth here was lush with large ferns and a blanket of low, soft, bright green Spring Grass, which would become our bed. Shafts of light were beginning to break through the fog-wrapped forest. With the mature pines and cypress it had the feel of a primeval forest, dark but not too dark, almost fairytale-like. In the past we had spent hours at this very spot, reading, napping, enjoying nature, sharing... Our packs were dropped, and we shed our clothes quickly. I had already become partially erect with anticipation, and knew that Cat would be moist. She spoke first, "how about I lean against that tree?" Yeah, I liked that idea. Our hopes were that when the young couple made the last turn in the pathway, and we came into view, that they would stop suddenly in their tracks. We wanted them to be speechless, mesmerized, somewhat frozen in time. I recall the feeling as being a blend of lost in ourselves, plus the excitement of perhaps being watched. We would know in an instant when they saw us whether we'd be sharing our intimacy with others or be left alone. Either way we'd enjoy the moment. When we are both in the mood to let someone watch, then it does feel special in itself, not better, just different. It's not often that we both are in that "mood" at the same time. It's nice though when it happens, adds another dimension to our sexuality. Cat had positioned herself so that she would be facing in their approaching direction. She held her arms stretched out against the trunk of a wind-sculpted cypress as if crucified in ecstasy. That image, her against that tree, in that lighting, still comes to me at times. We didn't have the time for extended foreplay as preferred. I knelt before her, held her hips and began to suck on her clit. Pulling on it with my lips, nibbling on it until she would offer a faint squeal. I explored all of her textures, some slippery smooth, others of intricate folds. Her taste was clean and exotic. Cat's soft, lean, nude body, pale olive skin tone, the weathered textured gray bark, the lush greens of the undergrowth... it would have made a great photograph. Our idea of nature photography is different than that of the photographers that roamed the reserve. "They're here" was all she had whispered. A long thirty seconds passed, and then "they're going to stay." Cat shared that they were partially concealed behind a large fern at the last bend in the pathway. Likely they had felt that we weren't aware of their presence. They were close enough to see all that took place, but couldn't hear anything above a whisper. It was perfect. I can only imagine that not a word was passed between them. They must have been silent, their hearts racing, and their bodies transitioning to a state of arousal. If I was correct in my assessment of them at the parking lot, then they probably hadn't ever touched each other. His cock had to be growing and her sweet young pussy would have begun to soak her panties. Cat lowered her arms and held my head, pulling my face further into her pussy. She slowly lifted and bent one leg and moved it outward; so that I could just reach her opening and begin to tongue fuck her. Her clit was already fully swollen and peeking through the lips of her tender pussy. My mouth and chin were glistening wet with her nectar. Every woman has her own special scent, and taste, all to be enjoyed. There are many pleasures to be experienced on the path to an orgasm. I feel that most people miss those moments. I'll take that thought one step further, it can be as satisfying to taste and feel your partner climax, as it is to climax yourself. She released her hands as I pulled away. I stood, and faced sideways so that they could see the length of my hard cock, which was pointing nearly straight up. Cat knelt before me, and then reached in to caress my cum-filled balls, gently rolling them in her hands. Her touch is always so light and soft. It's almost as if I was dreaming of being fondled, it's perfect, and it's teasing. Pre-cum had started to run down my shaft and onto her delicate fingers. As we continued our performance, we silently wondered what was going through their minds. Could they possibly have resisted having sex after watching? I can still remember the feeling when the head of my cock entered Cat's warm, wet, soft mouth. That initial contact is such a high point of pleasure. It's a slightly different sensation than entering her pussy. Both are soft, warm and wet, yet different. It's but a mere second in time that needs to be savored. Not just savored, but also sharing with your partner the pleasure that they bring. At center stage for our guests, was Cat holding onto my thighs with my cock in her luscious mouth. I glanced up in the general direction of our voyeurs, wondering what, if anything, they were doing. Not surprisingly, both were fully clothed and appeared to be focused only on my cock being sucked. Cat let the head come out, and gave my cock a gentle squeeze, watching another rush of pre-cum emerge. With the tip of her tongue she gathered it up, swallowed, and licked her lips. She had taught me to enjoy the taste as much as she did, and it often is present in our foreplay. If I had let Cat continue I wouldn't have lasted much longer. I pulled out, and asked Cat to get on her hands and knees, giving the kids a full side view. After assuming the position, she looked over her shoulder and told me to fuck her. I positioned the head of my cock and eased it in. I like that position. I like seeing it going in and out, the smooth, tender lips of her cunt holding my cock tight. To insure maximum stimulation for both a man needs must use the full length of his cock. I feel that all too often what really happens between two is more the man flopping about aimlessly between a woman's legs until he cums, and the woman left wanting. A woman on all fours, she must feel so fully exposed, so fully vulnerable... it just adds to the eroticism. She was well beyond just being wet. Glistening juices ran down both inner thighs. We could actually hear my cock moving in and out. It was a vision that I could easily masturbate to. Her gentle, soft curves, her breasts jiggling with each thrust. We both tend to lose track of time when in such an elevated state of pleasure. What shook me out of the clouds was the sense that I was getting close. Cat was now resting her head on the grass and was working her clit with one hand. I then felt her hand slide further back between her legs and begin to gently hold my balls. She did this because she was close, and knew that I would usually come quickly when my balls were fondled while fucking. It was like a "trigger" that she could pull, making us cum together. I held off, wanting to cum in a manner that would be more enjoyable for all. It didn't take long for her to begin to slip into what would become a long, and violent orgasm. Her ass was thrusting back into me, her body turning and twisting. I've not ever experienced, or read about, a body moving so sensually as hers during an orgasm. It was as if she were possessed as her orgasm played out. Her pussy was squeezing, it felt as if her spasms were trying to milk my cock dry. When she experiences a climax at this elevated level, she'll often begin to cry from the sheer pleasure. I was on the edge of losing it. I was relieved when her body stopped the involuntary movements, her orgasm subsiding. I told her to look back at me. I pulled out as she turned to look back over her shoulder. My hand was stroking my slippery cock. I aimed; the first long, white ribbon of fresh cum reached her cheek. The second, just at the corner of her mouth. We all watched as she stuck her tongue out to capture some and draw it into her mouth. What she couldn't reach had already begun to flow to her chin, and began to drip down in long white threads to the grass below. I continued to stroke, and shoot the rest to form a white line of cum from her shoulder to the middle of her back. A pool of my juice formed. As she continued to move it began to spill over, and run down her sides. It was an erotic scene, my fresh pure white cum on the bright green forest carpet. When my orgasm subsided, we moved to lie on our backs. My cock was still moving with each breath, and cum continued to ooze out and run down the side. Cat reached down and ran a finger up the length of my cock, gathering cum. I watched as she painter her nipples with it. It looked like she had covered them with icing. She leaned toward me, a gesture that was meant for me to taste myself. I lowered my head and sucked them clean. It's likely that our two watchers had never done anything like that before. Cat could only utter that her pussy was "throbbing wonderfully" and her legs felt "too weak to stand." It was probably fifteen minutes before I glanced over to check on our new friends. They were gone! My first words were "let's go and find them, they're close by, I'm sure." We used a hand towel (always in our daypacks) to take up our cum, and then quickly dressed to go and search. Cat laughed as I tried to zip up my jeans over my still engorged cock. It's not easily done, and not at all comfortable. As we left the area I stopped for a moment, and glanced back. By late afternoon the Spring Grass would have recovered, erasing any trace of us being there. Hopefully, now we'd be the voyeurs. They must have thought that we would remain lying naked for some time. We didn't go far before we heard the muffled sounds of people enjoying each other. As we made our way through the tall ferns we came upon a small clearing, big enough for only two to lie down. They must have felt hidden, secluded, in their own world. Clothes were strewn about. I was drawn to her panties, lying on the soft grass. All that we could see were her legs spread wide and him lying between them. His boyish, pale ass moving up and down quickly as they fucked. It was erotic, it was real. My guess was that any foreplay had been abandoned, and they had moved quickly to fucking. It would have been fun to watch them undress. To see them fully aroused, to see her feminine form, and his cock. They must have moved quickly into the position we found them. She probably had to help him put it in. We watched until his movements quickened even more. Then, his baby smooth white ass suddenly tightened up and quivered. No doubt she could feel the heat and volume of his juice filling her tender young cunt. He repeated the movements over and over, unloading all that he had. I wanted to stay longer, until he pulled out and rolled off of her. I wanted to see her pink little pussy release a stream of his white cum, watching it pool on the grass between her legs. We left unnoticed, allowing them their privacy, their special moment. Although it wasn't love making in a refined, experienced manner, it was pure lust in motion. In time, they would perfect what was right for them, and that's all that matters anyway. It was a day never to be forgotten by those two for sure. And not just them, Cat and I have shared that vision many times as well. After spending a few hours on the beach, having lunch and napping, we made our way back to our vehicle. We hadn't really expected to see the young couple at the beach. Although it would have been interesting, I wished it had happened. Anything would have been possible. Before leaving the parking area we left a notice on the windshield of their car, just a simple "Hope your day was memorable" In thinking back, we certainly had accelerated their relationship. Hopefully, all for the good. If the situation was reversed there's little doubt that we would have stayed and watched. Cat and I wondered if one or both were virgins at the time, perhaps so.