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Whose Watching? Ch. 01

By: Stud_Bi_Writer



It had been an amazing day, bobbing about on the boat, sipping on tequila, sunning themselves, holding each other with not a worry on their mind. This was a much needed vacation for them both, life had taken its toll. As they cruised out toward the island, they could think of nothing else than spending the night under the stars, loving each other in solitude.

The boat was anchored off and they finished the last prep of their makeshift tent on shore. It wasn't much really, just a leaning blanket over some driftwood facing the east so that the morning sun would not blind them. The large blanket had been laid out, the food ready to be eaten, the solitude consuming them both. As the evening sun hit their side of the island, it seemed a perfect opportunity to try and rid themselves of tan lines. 

They both undressed, not much really in the first place, but enough to let them both know that were naked, easily seen by a passing boat if there was one. As they lay there in the sun, snacking on strawberries and Muscato, the reveled in each others bodies. 

"God your gorgeous", he said. 

She smiled at his compliment, fully taking in his worth as well. They had somehow managed to wait until they got to the island before really getting busy. Sure, they kissed and caressed on the boat ride over, but nothing beyond that. She rolled across the blanket to him, her ass gleaming in the evening sun. 

"I still feel like people are watching", she giggled. 

"Nonsense, do you see anyone else? No boats, no-one else on the island...we're good babe, just the two of us on a blanket in the sun." 

He smiled as he spoke, grabbing a strawberry and biting it before slipping it to her lips. 

She sighed with a shy smile, it was so sexy when he fed her. She bit the strawberry and leaned in to kiss him, her breasts dangling before his chest. 

"You forgot about planes smarty, what about planes? You know, there are only a few trees here...and we're not under them are we?" Her smile had a crooked and sly look to it, as if she was having fun with his rationale.

"Then let them look if they can see", he said; "They earned the view if they can keep flying level while watching your body." 

She giggled back in response, knowing what he was doing, completely careless. She just loved to make him think on his feet. She kissed him deeply, pushing some of her strawberry into his mouth. They shared the moment, kissing and eating, slowly caressing each others bodies in the setting sun. 

It felt so good to be free, to be fully nude in the open, enjoying the beautiful blue water, the lapping waves on the sand, the breeze flowing over the tiny island, the solitude...and the small concern that someone, somewhere might be watching. It was a turn-on really, the fact that someone might be watching, becoming aroused by their show. They would never know, but the thought lit a fire in them both.

Suddenly she became aggressive, pushing him on his back, climbing atop him, staring into his eyes. He could feel her moist hole hover over his rock hard cock, her breasts swinging ever so close to his tongue. Her strong legs squeezed together against his, her prowess in full affect. 

"You like it don't you?", she asked. "You like the thought of us being watched." Her smile forming with a deep look in her eyes.

"You know I do.", he grinned back. 

With that he reached up and kissed her hard, wrapping his hand around her neck and bringing her down to him. They kissed, deep and passionately, her attacks on his neck and chest were relentless. His hard cock flexed against her stomach, leaking pre-cum onto her. She bit his nipples as he reached over for the glass of wine, sipping in a deep drink as she dug her fingernails into his ribs. He threw his back, full of pain and ecstasy all at once. She slowly moved down his ripped abs, stopping at each ridge to kiss his miniature mountains of muscle. She loved his stomach, so tone and precise. He looked up to see her attack his stomach with small nibbles, her ass pointing out to the crystal water, a clear view of her wet pussy if anyone was there. She came back up to his nipples, teasing his cock with desire. His nipples sported two small rings in them, a point of pure bliss for them both. She grabbed one with her teeth, slowly tugging on it, sending him deeper into the sand as she pulled him to her.

The sun was at that perfect point, just bright enough to keep the light yet subtle enough to create a glow about them. As she tugged at his nipples, his hand found his aching cock...he began to stroke it against her stomach, more pre-cum forming. She coyly looked up at him with a devilish grin before moving her mouth to his dripping cock head. She stuck out her tongue as he slowly jerked himself, his pre-cum touching her tongue and she pulled away, the clear stream still on her mouth. She came back to it, licking his hole clean, his sticky juice in her mouth. As he continued to stoke his cock she kissed him once more, sharing his juice with him, swapping it back and forth, the sweet taste in both their mouths. He panted with anticipation, the idea of her mouth engulfing his cock was almost unbearable. He stroked harder as she tweaked his nipple, bringing him closer to climax. 

Without warning she buried her head on his cock, taking him fully into her mouth. He punched the back of her throat with his cock, stabbing his weapon home. 

"Fuuuucccckkkkkkk", he moaned. "Oh my God!"

She purred on his member before taking long deep strokes of him in her mouth. She attacked him with her mouth, sucking as hard she could, coming to the tip and then plowing down him again. Her ass shone in the setting sun, her wares open for the world to see. It was almost too much for him, he was on the verge of spilling into her mouth when she lifted her head, her mouth dripping with spit and pre-cum.

"Not yet.", she moaned. 

She climbed atop him once more, her pussy lips lightly kissing the head of his swollen cock. She slowly sat on him as he flexed into her, his cock rising to meet her hole. She immediately took him, her pussy soaking with desire. She grabbed his chest, pinching his nipples and pulling on his rings. She rode him hard, rocking back and forth with such vigor, rolling her hips in the sun, the waves crashing behind her. Faster and faster she ground him, feeling every inch inside of her, aching to release.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm.", she moaned. "That's it, ohhhh."

He grunted in response, feeling her movements, submitting to her fucking of him. She rode him hard, using every inch of him to reach her most sensitive spots inside of her. He reached forward and grabbed her luscious ass, two handfuls of sweet meat. She gasped, rocking forward harder until she stopped, spent of energy. 

He lightly lifted her up and then started to thrust upward, ramming his cock home. Faster and faster he slammed into her, his head thrown back with lust. His entire body flexed, every muscle rippling in the setting sun. Her mouth was open, sucking in short breaths, her body tensing and releasing with each massive stroke. 

"CUM.", she yelled. "Cum in me now."

He needed no instruction, he was there already. Powerful thrusts up into her released shot after shot of cum, his exploding cock filling her pussy. She slumped forward into his embrace, him fully inside of her. She slowly rotated her hips to the sound of the waves, coaxing every last drop from him. She hoped someone had seen that, hoped someone could see pure love and carnal desire ripping into her. She panted in his ear as he slowly relaxed his body, holding her against the soft breeze. This was only the beginning he thought, this island still had plenty of moments to share.

Whose Watching? Ch. 02



They had laid there, marveling in each others glory. After a quick rinse and swim in the water, they made their way back to the little shelter, back to the blanket. The waves lapped the shoreline, the sun now set. Still naked to the world they lay down, him wrapping her into his embrace, both asleep in moments to the sound of the steady waters.

As the sun breached the horizon, he lightly stirred awake to his beautiful lady in his embrace, awake to the waves still lightly crashing, awake to his manhood at full staff...a standard for the new day's arrival. He chuckled inside of himself, how he could wake her with it, how he could greet the new day with sweet ravage of his wife.

He flexed it, stretching his muscles to the max, pressing it against the crack of her perfect ass. He couldn't be sure but he thought he felt a small smile escape her lips on his arm. Was she awake as well?

Without fail, what she had desperately hoped for came true, his morning wood was stiff with desire, ready to fill her once more. His flex was impressive, God how she wanted him. A smile escaped her lips, she had awoken when he stirred...the best way to wake.

He slowly brushed her hair back, kissing her cheeks lightly, down her neck and to her bare shoulders, taking in every inch of smooth and tan skin.....God she was beautiful. His cock flexed again only this time he felt her lightly push back into him, her cheeks spreading to his proposal. She let out a soft sigh his head reached her dripping lips, ready to take him. Her hips moved a little more this time, pushing her pussy onto his him. He slipped into her, thrusting slowly as she lightly gasped, her pussy filling with his stiff rod.

"Good morning," he whispered, "MMMMMM, good morning."

She moaned her response, her head moving back to meet his, her tongue slightly out of her open mouth waiting to meet his lips. They shared the kiss, slowly as he pumped into her. Facing the ocean she sighed, this was pure bliss. His thrusts became faster, her gasps more frequent. As his hands ran along her body and bare breasts she curled her back into him, giving him more room to fill her. She ran her own hand down her stomach, reaching her swollen clit as she pinched it, pushing it into her pubic bone. A moan escaped, his pace quickened as he could feel her play with herself. Her nails lightly brushed his pumping cock, sending shock waves through him.

He love it when she played with herself as he fucked her. He could feel her fingers on his shaft, stroking his swollen vein as he thrust back and forth into her. He kissed her with rabid passion, moving to her ample tit and sucking in as much as he could. She moved again, his cock going deeper. Then he felt her finger, one at first, then two, slide against his rock hard dick and into her. She was fingering herself as he fucked her.....DAMN!

"Oh my god baby, that's it."

She giggled, "You like that?"

"Oh yea, fill your pussy some more babe, mmmmmmmmmm it feels good against me."

"I thought as much," as she slipped another finger into herself.

Her fingers worked into herself, finding her spot as his cock head pressed against her fingers, pushing them against her pussy roof. She moaned in ecstasy.

"Don't stop," she whispered. "Faster, fuck me with that big cock."

"Oh yea," he replied, picking the pace up against her roaming fingers. They were really moving now.

She raised her leg for him, his cock now fully inside her, buried to the hilt. She fingered herself a little more before removing them, dripping with cunny juice. She reached back and put them in his mouth, letting him suck and savor them dry of her sweet fluid.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned, as he hungrily sucked on her fingers, splitting them with his tongue as she worked them into his mouth, back and forth across his lips. She tasted so good!

"I have a surprise for you," she said with devilish chuckle.

"Oh yea," he moaned. "What's that?"

She rolled him onto his back, he slipped out of her, his wet cock springing free. She mounted him in 69, her wet pussy right over his mouth. 

"Oh now it's on!" he said. "God that's fucking beautiful."

She moaned her agreement as she hungrily swallowed his hard rod. It was slick with her juice and she marveled at her own taste. She lowered her hips onto his waiting tongue, waiting for his oral attack on her hole. 

He did love this, his most passionate fetish. He lapped her up, taking in all her dripping lips before tongue-fucking her hot hole. He could feel her slowly move her hips back and forth, slipping her hard clit against his tongue. Her blowjob skills were not to be questioned either as she took him in her wet mouth. God she could suck cock!

She had known from the start, from the feel of his embrace, his cock sticking her deep in the morning light, the waves crashing against the shore....she was going to cum this morning. She wanted him to have it all, a front-row seat as it were. She licked his balls, sucking each one into her mouth before releasing it with a soft "pop." His tongue attacked her pussy, roaming from clit to hole, diving deep into her.  Her hips ground into him harder, her pussy suffocating his face. His nose was buried in her hot hole as his tongue flicked her clit, faster than she ever thought possible. She sat back now, moving her ass onto his waiting tongue. Slowly she ground back and forth as he assaulted her with his wet mouth. God this felt so good!

"That's it," she moaned, "MMMMMMMMM!" 

She looked up to the sky as a plane banked over the island, surely far to high to notice them. She almost wished they were flying lower, low enough to see her perfect tits bouncing on her chest, her hands rubbing her glistening body, his stiff cock pointing up to the sky. His tongue found her asshole again, penetrating her and sending a shock wave through her body as she slumped back over his stomach. 

"Oh baby, keep going, keep going!" she moaned. 

She stroked his cock with her hand, knowing he could blow whenever she desired. 

"Oh God, don't stop, fuck me with that tongue," she cried.

His mouth was a fury of emotion and rage, attacking her holes, flicking her hard clit, kissing her lips. He grabbed her clit with his mouth, sucked it in deeply and lowly hummed. She shook violently in response as his hands wrapped around her ass and back, holding her down in his soaking face.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum baby, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, DON"T STOP!" Her words frantic with anticipation. 

"Take all my cum babe, let it flow into your mouth," she moaned as she went back to sucking his swollen head.

He grunted his response, excitement flowing through him as his cock swelled.

She felt her body tense, relax, then tense once more, a tidal wave of orgasm flooded through her. She wanted them to cum together, she wanted them to share in this delight. She rammed his cock down her throat, creating the tightest hold on him. 

Her hole was flooded with juice now, running out of her as he eagerly lapped it up, her ass shaking with convulsions as she flowed into his waiting mouth. 

He loved the taste of her, her sweet cum flowing into his mouth, her pussy soaking in the morning sun. When she took him in fully, it was the final blow, he unleashed his fury in her throat.

Cords of cum shot from his cock, deep in her throat, almost as if it was on a speed train to her stomach. Again and again his cock flexed in her throat, sending torrents of seed into her stomach. Her throat ached with each flex until she released him, another strong shot hitting the back of her throat and spilling out of her cheeks.

"UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH," he groaned beneath her, his face still buried in her snatch. He could feel her release his cock from her throat, his cum still filling her mouth.

"Oh my God," she whispered, slumping forward between his legs, cum seductively running out of her mouth as she swallowed all she could. 

He relaxed his grip on her, his arms out flat to his sides, his face rolled back, soaked with her nectar. They breathed heavily as they rolled apart, finding each other in embrace, spooning once more in the morning glow. They kissed each other softly, professing their love. 

As they sailed away from the island, they smiled at one another, not wanting to forget this trip. He was behind the helm, a short, tight bathing suit on that really showed his tone and perfect ass. She lay on the back deck, topless in the morning sun, sipping on a Mimosa he prepared in the galley for breakfast. She could enjoy this life. 

"I wonder if anyone ever saw us,", she questioned him, a sly look on her face.

"Hmmm, I hope so," he replied. "If they did, they got one hell of a show," he said through a devilish smile.

"Yes they did," she giggled.

The thought passed through her once again, the idea of someone unknowingly watching them, perhaps even aroused. She suddenly relished the idea, as her entire body blushed. She might have to explore this fantasy, she thought.



Whose Watching? Ch. 03



"Alright Amn Dietrich, you're up this morning." The Captain had finally leveled the C-130 out, 31,500 feet.

"Yes sir," she replied into her headset.

It was her second run at this, working the high visibility camera. She was still amazed at its capability and mission. Installed in the radar pod of the C-130, it was designed to pick up very small points of interest along a given terrain. Intel troops thrived on this information. Its lens was specially built, designed for hi-res images and magnetic sensor intel through the scope that the operator would monitor. These real-world exercise runs were designed to give operators some time behind the scope, a part of training that the simulators could not replicate. Operators needed to feel the rumble of aircraft, work in the cramped corners, learn to look at real terrain. This was a standard route, over the gulf and it's few small islands surrounding the coast line. Special markers, no bigger than a quarter, had been pre-placed in the water and on these islands so that the operators could practice locating them and deciphering what kind they were. 

Amn Dietrich had made these runs on the simulator before, even watched as a certified operator on a real flight. Now her face was in the scope, only her eyes able to look through the camera.

"Roger that, we're approaching the run, ops speed steady," the Captain radioed back to the base. 

"Alright 'D', get ready to rock."

"Roger that sir, cam is calibrated and online."

"Looks like we have a boat out there today on Island #4, keep your focus on the markers. By the way, recorders are off, no snapshots today 'D'."

"Copy that, sir."

"Activating sensor now, begin your report."

The markers ticked by in the water, glowing up through the sea floor. She began her count, relaying the report to her counterpart at the desk bolted to the aircraft floor. The make-shift room, fully secure, was small but at least temperature controlled, unlike the rest of the aircraft.

They approached the island, the boat coming into view. A thought flashed through her brain but she quickly dismissed it. Nothing to probably see this early in the morning, the owners still probably sleeping off a night of cheap beer in the cabin of the boat. Probably a good thing, no one wants a drunk boater trying to navigate the channel.

"Alright 'D', so far so good, you got all your water markers. That's the easy part though; these terrain ones can be a bitch. You'll have plenty of time over the island, make sure you work that camera and get em' all girl!" The captain smiled to himself, knowing she'd miss at least 2...no one ever got them all.

"YES SIR!" she replied, anxious to impress.

As she worked the camera over the boat, she had a clear view of the deck, right down to the cork of an empty wine bottle. Yup, drunken fishermen again, at least they had some taste this time and went for the wine. Probably cheap wine though, maybe used to pick up some easy bikini girl, straight down from college. She rolled her eyes as her thoughts quickly raced through her brain, reminding her to keep her focus....find the markers.

As she rolled the cam up along the beach she noticed a blanket hung over some trees. Interesting, someone made a ten......

"Holy shit!" she thought. "Did I just see that?"

Quickly she scrolled the lens back down a notch, re-focusing on the beachhead. Her face went flush, burning with heat. She could feel her cheeks swell in the scope housing, her breath caught in her throat.

"Yo 'D', what ya got for me?" her counterpart asked, pen ready to take down the numbers. "D!" "Wake up girl."

Voices came through her headset but she didn't hear a word. Her eyes were locked on the scope, her finger toggling the camera without thought, re-focusing as the plane made its way over the island.

"Amn Dietrich, respond," bellowed the Captain.

Dietrich snapped out of it as the plane banked hard right, the island view disappearing from her lens. Her face was burning, her breath coming in short gulps. She stammered a reply.

"Yes sir, I'm here."

"Dammit 'D', you missed every damn one of em'. I know they're there, intel gave me the coordinates last night."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry, I must have mis-hit the toggle key," she lied.

"Well hell 'D', when you miss you miss good. No chance of a second pass this morning, we gotta get back, tight schedule for these runs."

"Yes sir," she replied, a small sense of sorrow in her voice, but her mind was far from caring at the moment.

She sat there, her face pulled back from the scope, her knees slightly knocking together. The only thing she was concerned about was that her flight suit would show the effects of her soaking thong. She decided to stay seated at the moment, nowhere else to really go.

"Well the hell 'D', what the fuck happened?" her counterpart said. "You see some naked old fishermen down there or what?" Sgt Bourne had no tact, just dirty humor and offensive language.

She blushed again, almost as if he had hit the mark in her thoughts. She couldn't get rid of the vision in her head, the crystal clear view through the scope. 

Later that evening, lying in her bed, she should have been thinking about the butt-chewing she got when they landed. She should have been thinking about the fact that her next certification ride would have to wait a week due to scheduling. But as her fingers slid over her smooth mound and down over her moist clit, she could only think of one thing...that vision through the scope, that picture of two of the most beautiful people she had ever seen, engaged in open carnal delight. She rolled her head back, eyes closing, a sigh escaping her.