16 comments/ 600207 views/ 22 favorites Oblivious By: xyster It took me a while but I finally figured out why on every other Wednesday my father didn’t feel well and retired to his room early. It was a routine like clockwork. He would come home and after the meal spend about half an hour watching the news. Then he would tell my mother that he wasn’t feeling well and go to his room. My mother normally spends time in the kitchen cleaning dishes but on those days she would follow him after clearing the table and leave the dishes in the sink. She would then come back out after about half an hour and continue with her tasks. One weekend as I was finishing up my yard clean up duty outside my parents’ bedroom, I realized that one of the curtain hooks on their side door had fallen off, leaving the curtain hanging at such an awkward angle that it made it possible to look inside even when the curtain was fully drawn. I had a clear view of their bed and the thought came to my mind that I could finally see if my assumption was correct. Next time my father wasn’t feeling well and after my mother went to the room, I quickly snuck out and went to the yard to peep in on them. There wasn’t that much light in the room to make it possible to see their features, but the dim nightlight made it possible for me to see my father on top of my mother and the middle of the sheet that was covering them bouncing up and down. My assumption proved to be true as I watched my father having sex with my mother. I was puzzled as to why he was doing it under the sheet, but somehow I was also relieved because this spared me from having to see him going in and out of my mother. Although I couldn’t stop myself from picturing his hard cock pressing the inside of my mother’s vagina, her warm and wet pussy engulfing his dick in its soft fold, her mouth ajar and her lips quivering at the sensations emanating from her privates. I tried to see her face to figure out what feelings she may be showing on it as he slid up and down inside her but her eyes was focused on the ceiling and his arm was shielding her mouth from my view. I was afraid of getting caught. I didn’t know what I would do if they realized that I was watching them. I didn’t even know what they would do if they caught me peeping in. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I felt guilty at invading their privacy. I knew that it would be very difficult to face them, especially face my mother, if she found me looking at her when she was in such a vulnerable position. I ran as I heard a slight noise. It was a cat or something. Whatever it was, it startled and unnerved me. I felt like I had been caught and I not only had to run but I had to hide from them. The prospect of facing my mom that night when she were to come back out was very uncomfortable. I felt so guilty that I knew even if she didn’t realize I was watching them, she would clearly see it on my face and that would be the same as getting caught. I had to hide from her and get a hold of myself, so I, too, retired to my room pretending to be not feeling well, although I didn’t tell anyone in particular. I listened for her to come back out and relaxed when I heard her making cleaning noises in the kitchen. Everything was normal, I told myself to calm myself down. I knew that if she followed her routine of cleaning the dishes and going to either watch TV in the living room or to her room to sleep, it would mean everything was okay. Instead she came to my room. I panicked and hid myself under the sheet. She opened my door and asked, “Are you okay?” “Yes, mom. I am okay.” I replied. My words were getting stuck in my throat and that was a dead giveaway that I was not okay. She came inside and sat next to me. She removed the covers from my face and felt my forehead. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “You came to bed so early.” “I…uh…am not feeling so good.” I made something up. She looked at me very seriously and after a long pause, she asked, “Why, was it so bad?” I froze. I was caught. She did know I was outside her room. As a last ditch effort, I muttered, “What was so bad?” She smiled and rubbed her hand on my chest. “What you saw a while ago.” I pulled the covers back on my face in utter embarrassment. “Mom!” I exclaimed, not knowing what else to do. I felt ashamed. She jerked the covers off and patted my cheek. “Come, Come. No need to be embarrassed. It’s okay.” Then she got up and she was gone. I spent the rest of the night trying to collect myself. I felt uneasy for a day or two after that but when I realized that her attitude towards me was no different than before, I eased up. By the time my father didn’t feel well again, I had actually put it out of my mind completely. As she followed him this time, she whispered to me, “Give me about five minutes to get ready.” I wasn’t ready for that. I was actually shocked that she was letting me know, or rather she was asking me to come and watch them. I didn’t know what to make of it. But the thought that this time I could watch them without the fear of getting caught became somewhat exciting. She had left the curtain open a bit more than usual so I could see easily the entire scene and there was more light in the room so I was able to see their features. When I made it there, my father was already pumping away. I felt a bit disappointed because I had missed the buildup part. He was still covered in the sheet but she had lifted the sheet from the side that was visible to me. She was holding it in her hand as it rested on his side. One of her legs was outside to make sure I was able to see some of the action and as my father moved, the sheet moved up with him, revealing all of her body to me. She must have sensed my presence because when I first looked in, she was a bit limp, but soon thereafter she became more animated. She pulled her knees up towards her chest. This thrust her pelvis up and made it possible for me to clearly see his cock going in and out of her pussy. I was fascinated. She also reached out and held her heels with her hands, allowing me to get a clear view of her tits as they bobbed with his thrusts. I couldn’t believe the incredible hard-on I got from looking at her erect nipples, her flattened stomach, her wet pussy, and her shapely legs. I could see the lips of her cunt stretching up against his penis as he pulled out and being pushed down inward as he pumped in. His thick penis was glistening in the light due to her juices soaking it wet. It was over soon though. My father’s body jerked a couple of times as he climaxed. She could no longer keep her pelvis thrust up as his body weighed heavily on her. As her legs stretched across the bed, the sheet fell from her hand hiding everything from my view, almost like the curtain had come down on the show. I sensed a shadow spread across her face. Something told me I should go, and I did. As I lay in my bed, I expected her to come out as usual, but for some reason she didn’t. I waited for the noise to start in the kitchen, it didn’t. I expected her to come to my room as she had the last time, but she didn’t. All I heard was the noise the house plumbing usually makes when someone is taking a shower. I closed my eyes as the scene I had witnessed played in my mind over and over. I was still hard under my covers and I reached in and held my throbbing cock in my hand as the projector in my brain played the picture of her writhing body on the screens of my eyelids. I dozed off while still hard and still holding my throbbing cock. For a change, I didn’t want to masturbate and get rid of the burning liquid. I just wanted to lay there and soak the feelings in. What the feelings were, I didn’t know, but they sure were sweet as I looked on. I looked on my mother’s body, the sexy pose of her hands as they held those ankles, the breasts as they moved around, and the glistening cock as it must have sent those same sweet feeling that I was feeling through their bodies. In a way I felt connected to both of them because their feelings must have been the same. I came back to earth when I sensed someone in my room. I didn’t hear her come in but when I opened my eyes I found her leaning against the dresser. I don’t know how long she had been standing there but I knew that she had been standing there for a while looking at me. I was still holding my cock and it was still hard. Her neatly combed hair was still wet from the shower she must have taken and drops of water were falling onto her nightgown. Her hands were folded across her chest and just below her breasts, pushing them slightly up and giving them a fuller than usual look. I had seen those breasts earlier and it was easy for my imagination to see her standing their without the nightgown, almost like I could see through her clothing. She wasn’t wearing a bra as I could see her nipples pressing through the wet nightgown. She also wasn’t wearing any panties either, I surmised, as I failed to see any panty line under the thin, silky material. She was deep in thought as she examined the nails on one of her hands. The shadow on her face was longer than it had been earlier. There was a frown on her brow and her lips were pulled in tight under some emotional toll. I laid there holding my throbbing cock with my never-ending erection, contemplating whether I should keep holding on to it or let go as a respect for her presence. I didn’t want to draw attention to it, so I kept holding on and waited for her to say something. She said nothing. She stood there examining her nails, throwing a glance now and then towards me, but saying nothing. I guessed that may be she was waiting for me to say something to her, but I had nothing to say. Finally, after an eternity and a half, she broke the silence. “So, what’d you think?” “Think about what?” I whispered back. “About what you saw?” I contemplated an answer, but I didn’t know what exactly was she asking. She waited for a while and then threw her hands down in what looked like exasperation. I sensed that she wanted me to say something in particular, but I had no idea what it was. I told her, “I don’t know what you want to hear, mom.” She looked at me with tearful eyes. I couldn’t figure out the reason for such emotions, but I felt for her nevertheless. She said, “I want to know what you think, or rather I want to know what you feel after seeing that.” As I looked at her and searched for an answer, I saw a tear drop down from her eye onto her breast. I found that to be very sexy. Then it came to me, the answer that she wanted. I knew what I wanted to say and what she wanted to hear. I let go of my cock, got up to a sitting position, looked at her long and hard and said, “I feel sorry for you mom.” She looked surprised. “You feel sorry for me, why?” “Because what I saw looked very unfulfilling for you. It seemed like you were not even part of that scene; that you were there only in body and not in spirit. You were just going through the motions.” I knew I had hit the right nerve from the look of astonishment on her face. “It seems you only became alive when I came there. Before that you were just waiting for it to finish so you could get to other things. Even then, it was over before you even had a chance to get started.” She started crying. Her tears just poured out and her body trembled as she tried to control the voice from shrieking out loud. I rushed to give her support and she fell into my arms. I held her tight against me to keep her from falling to pieces. She let her emotions out as I felt my shoulder getting thoroughly wet. She cried hard. I was holding a woman who seemed very emotional and it was apparent that she had kept her emotions repressed for a very long time. After the storm subsided, I eased my pressure on her a little and let her relax. She wiped her tears away and eased herself into me. “You know,” She said, “No one has quite grasped my situation like that before.” “I am sorry about that,” I said as I rubbed my hand on her back. “Why are you sorry about that?” She gave a slight laugh. I knew she was coming out of her gloom. “Never mind. Tell me, did the shower help?” “Yes,” She cried again. “I felt clean enough after that to face you.” I pulled myself far enough to look into her eyes, lifted her chin up with my hand and gently kissed her on her lips. “Listen, you don’t have to worry about facing me.” “Thanks son,” she said as she put her head on shoulder again. I held her tight again. I knew she wanted to be held. She was not making any effort to pull away. I knew I wanted to hold her because I was feeling great at being her pillar of support. I was enjoying her warmth transferring from her breasts to my heart. I was enjoying the feel of my hands caressing her back. My strokes were long and calculated, making sure they traveled the entire length of her back, from her shoulders to her butt. I was reveling in the contrast between softness of her hard shoulders and firmness of her soft ass. It was during one of those caresses that my hand pulled her nightgown slightly up and my other hand held it up. Soon I found my hand feeling the skin of her butt and the sensation was so electrifying that I slid my hand under her garment and started caressing her bare back. The contact between my warm hand and her even warmer body was sensational. So much so that soon I was running both hands over her back, her butt, her hips and even down the side of her thighs, trying to soak in every wonderful feeling that I could. And she let me! I found that to be extremely arousing. There I was, feeling my mom up and down and around, and she was letting me. She was melted into me as if she was under a magical spell and I was feeling this strange surge of sweetness coming from every pore of my body that I was going out of my mind. “Do you know what else I feel, mom?” I asked with a trembling, quivering voice that must have betrayed the underlying torrent of sexual energy. “What?” She said in a drawn out, dreamy voice that seemed to be coming from such a long distance. I gently placed my hands on her buttocks, firmly held her in position, slightly shifted my body so that I could place my rock hard cock between her naked thighs and pulled her into myself as hard as I could. “This!” I screamed. She gave a muffled cry as she bit into my shoulder. This sensation of pain mixed with the extremely sweet sensation of pleasure gave me an incredible sweet and sour feelings all over. When she opened her legs a little to allow my penis to makes its way deeper, I went crazy. I jerked her away from me and yelled, “Hold that pose!” I tore off my shirt, pulled my pants and my boxers, placed myself against her as before. She struggled to take her nightgown off as I pressed my cock against her pussy, grabbed her behind and pulled her into myself with all the might I could muster. When she freed herself from her garment and placed her breasts against my chest, I almost fainted from the overwhelming sensations overtaking my brain. Our skin to skin contact was so incredible that I wanted to absorb her into myself. I turned her around and pushed her onto the bed. I jumped between her legs and with trembling hands, spread them apart and raised them towards her chest. I leaned over her and positioned myself on top of her with my cock poised over her pussy, her thighs caressing my sides, her heals resting on my back, my hands positioned around her head and her hands between us fumbling for my cock and guiding it to that hole where I had once resided. As soon as I felt the moist warmth of her cunt touch the tip of my steel shaft, I pressed. I pressed with all the energy I had to spare. I pushed myself so hard that I must have torn her open. I pushed myself in and I pushed myself deep. Her pussy was so wet that I slid in without any effort. It was as if she had hungered for me all her life and I had been searching for that place since birth. When we finally came face to face, it was an instant before we became one, before I became part of her, I became her. We joined with such perfection that when she grabbed my face and placed her lips onto mine, it was as if I was kissing myself. I could feel both sides of that kiss. I could feel my saliva and her saliva coming from the one and the same body. My fluids gushing out of my penis were mixing with her fluids dripping from the walls of her vagina, and it felt like they were forming a circular delivery system, mine going into her and coming out, as hers coming into me and going out. We couldn’t decide what was more important, kissing each other in an effort to swallow each other or fucking each other in an effort to completely encompass each other. So we did both, we kissed and fucked at the same time. Our tongues intertwined as our bodies danced together to this intense music of sexual rhythm played by our wildly beating hearts and our out of control breathing. We fucked, we bit, we made love, we chewed each other, and we fucked with such energy and such wild abandonment that it rocked the core of our beings. When we came, it was for the ages to remember. I shook violently. She trembled ferociously. I shot my sperm out so hard that it must have drilled holes in her vagina. She had such a violent orgasm that she broke my cock in half as she clung on to it with her pussy and clung on to me for her dear life. She must have bruised my body as she tried to weather the storm. Once again we proved to be perfectly compatible in the intensity of our orgasms and the violence they wrought. It was only afterwards, when we were hugging gently and kissing lightly, that we realized that we could have woken my dad up. But, as it turned out, he was more oblivious to mom’s presence than he was to her feelings. Oblivious Onyx Dark haired and beautiful, 19 year old Onyx's usually stoic face betrayed the amazement she felt as she stared through the darkness at her roommate. Onyx's green eyes pierced through the night and adjusted to the lack of light as they stared onwards to Tanya's bed, where whimpers of self-pleasure could be heard. This wasn't surprising to Onyx; after all, she and Tanya had discussed how important it was to masturbate in order to relieve stress and menstrual cramps. It was normal for them to be able to pleasure themselves in the same room, which they did almost every night. This night, however, was different. Instead of simply moaning softly, as Onyx knew Tanya to do, Tanya was instead screaming into a pillow. Sounds of wetness arrived to Onyx's ears, reassuring her that Tanya was fingering herself quickly and roughly. What was more surprising, however, was what Tanya was saying as she got herself off. "Onyx," she'd moan into her pillow, quiet, but not quiet enough for Onyx's keen hearing. "Eat my pussy, please! Oh, Onyx, yes, yes, yes..." And on it went. Tanya probably thought that Onyx couldn't hear her, or that she had slept with her headphones on as she did every night. It was only by chance that Onyx had woken up with the desire to go to the bathroom. Now the dark haired college student felt a tingling between her legs. 'What the fuck,' she thought to herself as she continued to train her eyes on her seemingly joyful roommate. 'I'm not a lesbian. I'm not into girls!' Onyx panicked as she thought of the way her family had condemned homosexual activities; all of her life she had struggled to be the 'good girl' of her clan, and now the sounds of her female roommate going at it were turning her on. Instead of allowing her sexual fervor to grow, Onyx put her headphones back on, turned over in the other direction, said a few prayers, and went to sleep, all the while promising herself that she would forget all about this and never even think about being with a woman ever again. It had been a few weeks since Tanya's lesbian fantasy had overcome her good sense and things were as good as normal between the two best friends. Toting natural white blonde hair and a huge rack, Tanya was one of the 'man eaters' of their small community college; she was considered a huge slut and had a reputation for sleeping with everything that moved. Despite that all, however, people still liked her: she was well intentioned, after all, and too bubbly not to love. Onyx and Tanya had hit it off as soon as they had met, the first being from an ultra conservative Catholic family and the latter being the beach-loving Cali Valley girl. With Tanya, Onyx had discovered a whole new world that contained endless nights of boozing, sex, and weed, a lifestyle she had struggled to balance with her academic life. With Onyx's help, Tanya was getting moderate grades- a first in her over privileged life- and had a few honest-to-God steady relationships. They had helped each other grow, and each loved the other equally. Despite the friendly façade that wasn't a complete farce between the two, Tanya had begun to have feelings for Onyx. It had all started one afternoon when Tanya had come back to their dorm room early from class because of an aching headache. When she had gotten back, Onyx was just getting out of the shower and had stood before her with her dark hair hanging down to her waist and her perky little breasts still dripping with beads of water. Not to mention the fact that her pussy was completely shaved. Bare and glistening, Tanya glanced at it for a second and suddenly felt a warmth between her legs. Between apologies to Onyx for barging in this early and explanations about her ailments, she managed to get her clothing off as well so that two minutes later they were both standing in the middle of their room buck-naked. Tanya bit her lip and went up to Onyx. "Could you give me one of those head scratches so I can maybe get to sleep?" Tanya asked her in the most innocent-please-fuck-me voice she could muster up. The blonde was aware of their proximity... just an inch closer and they would be nipple to nipple, skin to skin. Tanya was hungry. Naïve Onyx, of course, chirped, "Of course!" happy to be of service to her friend. She moved forwards towards Tanya's bed and their nipples brushed momentarily. Onyx thought nothing of it and sat down, patting the place next to her so that Tanya could put her head there. Tanya willingly lied down and let her head be caressed by her friend's smooth hands. From that moment, Tanya had wanted to taste Onyx's pussy. This weekend was her opportunity. A long weekend was coming up and the girls were excited to be able to go to Tanya's father's house in Los Angeles. It was going to be vacant but for them and whomever they decided to invite over (wink, wink) and both were excited to get away from the stress of college life for a little while. After driving for a few hours, they finally arrived at the huge condo. Considering the fact that it had a pool and the weather was steamy, both girls came to the consensus that it would be a fantastic idea to take a dip. Onyx, of course, was merely hot from the heat; Tanya was hot for other reasons. Once in the pool, the two friends spent a while splashing about and floating quietly and serenely as they felt the stress slowly drain out of them. Seeing Onyx's body in nothing but a skimpy red bikini Tanya had given her made the blonde's nipples stand attention. She felt familiar warmth between her legs and decided that it was time to make her move. Swimming to the edge of the pool, Tanya boosted herself out and began to take her bikini off. Onyx had been turned around admiring the backyard, which was filled with beautiful and expensive exotic flowers arranged in gorgeous and creative designs. "You know, Tanya," Onyx said, turning around, "we could definitely do a photo..." The dark haired girl's voice trailed off as she laid eyes on her now naked roommate who was on her back and caressing her nipples while cooing softly. Her pussy was facing Onyx, and it looked wet. 'It's just the pool,' Onyx thought before clearing her voice and saying, "Uh- Tanya?" She couldn't get much more out; her voice was shaky and she didn't know how to react or what to say. Tanya popped her head up. "What?" she asked in the same innocent-please-fuck-me voice she had used the day of the head massage. "I'm horny, we're alone here, and it's my backyard. Plus, it's a beautiful day to be nude outdoors." Tanya waited a second for a reaction, but there was none; Onyx was stunned silent. "You can't tell me you're not just as horny as I am." Onyx was horny. In fact, she was very much so. Tanya's pink and dripping pussy was just staring her in the face; Onyx had never felt more of an urge to entrap something in her mouth than she had at that moment. She had never been with a woman before and would have never thought she'd be attracted to one. The fit blonde had gone back to her activities and was moaning a bit louder now. She knew that her audience was enrapt in her self-pleasure and was just waiting for the moment she would crack. Looking up again, Tanya realized, with much satisfaction, that Onyx was staring at her mesmerized, her hand dipped into her bikini bottoms. The top was off. Sitting up so that her legs still hung off the edge of the pool, Tanya beckoned her over with one finger. As if entranced, Onyx waded towards her and looked up at her friend's pretty face. All of this was rewarded with a single kiss on the lips, a small peck. "How did that feel?" Tanya asked. Onyx only stared and boosted herself up next to her friend. They stared at each other for a long moment and then embraced one another; their tongues were dancing around in each other's mouths. Suddenly, Tanya's hand moved from its position on Onyx's cheek and lingered on her breast for a while until she began to pinch Onyx's sensitive nipples. The dark haired girl moaned into her friend's mouth as Tanya laid her down. It was time to get what she had pined after for weeks. Tanya, being the dominator, straddled Onyx; the girl on the bottom felt her friend's warm, hot pussy slide against her stomach and her need to be touched grew even stronger. To be continued... Oblivious to Surroundings I've always been embarrassed when accidentally stumbling onto a couple in a lover's embrace, so a recent night at the town center was particularly embarrassing. But only for a while. It was a quiet Tuesday night when my wife instructed me to head over to the town center and get several items at the pharmacy. Town center is a misnomer. It's a sort of tic tac toe set of four streets in our suburban development. There's an anchor grocery store, the only large business, and then a couple dozen smaller businesses. Most are small eateries, but there's a dry cleaner, a couple small offices, a dentist, bank and a pharmacy. On this night most of the people were visiting the eateries while I stopped first in the grocery store then stopped at the pharmacy to get a prescription filled. My mission of mercy would get be back home well before the hockey playoff game I wanted to see hit the tube. The prescription would take about 15-20 minutes to fill, I was told by an attractive young rep at the desk (okay, I admit, when she turned around to check on something my eyes were riveted to her wonderful ass, especially when she bent over). Although it was an enticing thought to stay and watch the female scenery I didn't want to seem like a pervert. I said I'd be back and went to the bank, visited the ATM, then settled into my car to wait for the prescription. That's when I saw them. A couple in a lover's embrace in the walkway between the bank and the next street where the restaurants were. It was at the end of the alleyway, and there weren't many walkers, but those that were around either didn't see the couple making out or chose to ignore them. Normally I would have looked away as well, but it was quite erotic watching them from my vantage point not 30 feet away. They were kissing, her arms around his head, but what struck me was his hand. He was fondling her dress covered ass. The two held each other as if on top of a building, where a wrong move would send them flying or something. I could see, after a couple minutes, the two began grinding against each other. While there wasn't much light, I could clearly see they were moving in tandem together. I really enjoyed watching him play with her ass while rolling his hips against her in the front. Without clothing, I envisioned them naked and fucking, but this was a town center street and that was merely my imagination taking over. Still, watching them move together in the shadows as a voyeur was the spark sending my mind wandering. Noticing an older couple turn the corner, I wondered if the lovers would move away from their embrace, but it wasn't to be. Ignoring their surroundings, the two kept making out while the couple walked past, the woman's head clearly gawking at the lovers. It was as if she pulled her husband around to look at them. I wondered what it sounded like. Could you hear them kiss? Could you hear the rustle of her dress as he caressed her ass? Was the girl moaning? My mind wondered a lot of things. They could be newly weds, but probably not. Most likely they were new lovers, excited by being together. A couple on a date, who had just finished dinner, probably complete with holding hands. Maybe she rubbed her leg along his under the table. Maybe he caressed her thigh without anyone looking. It wasn't an affair; I surmised they weren't a cheating couple. They were too out in the open. No, maybe they had met online, had a relationship there, and then met for the first time. Maybe they had met at work and finally decided to get together. Whatever, they were making out as if they'd never touched lips before that night. Their hands were roaming to unconquered places. At one point one of the man's hands left her ass and moved to her face. He stroked her cheeks, she smiles, and then he slowly lowered that hand to touch a breast. Not groping it, merely slipping his hand along it, stopping there, and then slowly slipping back down her side and onto her familiar behind. She was also adventurous. After his quick exploration she moved one hand from behind his head to his neck, then down his arm to his midsection. She caressed his cock, pulling away from the kiss to say something to the guy. I think she liked what she felt, and I imagined his cock must have been pushing against his pants. The twosome reverted to their previous embrace and movements. Only this time their midsections were moving in tandem a little faster. I remembered my first dry fuck. Her name was Susan, a high school senior who loved dancing and movies. I had two left feet, so dancing was a chore, but I did have my dad's car, cash for movie ducats and a rubber in my wallet. That rubber stayed right where it was through several dates with Susan, a busty blonde who played on the field hockey team. I was a third line ice hockey player, so we had something to talk and argue about. I mean, why can't field hockey players use the back of the stick to shoot, anyway? We had several Friday night dinner and movie dates --- I hadn't graduated to the coveted Saturday night date with her --- when we kissed for the first time. Oh, there had been pecks on the cheek and some sexy talk between us on the phone, but it was the fourth date when we kissed, but swapped spit. It was in front of her house, in my dad's car, when we kissed for several minutes until her dad turned the front porch light off and on several times. We quickly walked to her house, not wanting to incur the wrath of dad, and she said she was available the following night if I wanted to get together. I was on the A Team! Screw that Billy Christian, her normal Saturday night date. The following night she said she liked being with me, but that she didn't want to get too friendly with any one guy. That she liked seeing me and hope I understood that she's also seeing other guys. At first that burst my bubble --- turned out Billy was away with the family --- but still I knew Susan (don't call her Sue) was fun to be with. We saw a love story kind of movie that night, a real chick flick, and kissed in the move theater both during and after the movie. I know the movie turned her on because she held my hand through much of the movie. When we weren't holding hands, my hand caressed her thigh (she only let me go so high) and I sprouted a hard on that Susan had to notice. After the movie we strolled along a pond instead of heading to the car for the ride home. We had about an hour and a half before dad would go ballistic and the walk sounded better than the lights going on and off in front of the house. There was a bench along the pond where we sat, kissing, before we continued our walk. On the far end of the pond, away from the parking lot but still in sight of those walking to their cars with keen eyesight, we stopped and kissed near a towering oak tree. We made out, much like the couple I was watching at the Town Center was doing. After a couple minutes of kissing Susan caressed my ass and pulled it toward her, grinding me against her midsection. She whispered that she could feel I was excited, as she called it, and moved against me. The feeling was incredulous, and my cock jumped in my pants. We moved against each other for a couple minutes, her hands on my ass and mine on hers. My dick was throbbing, pushing against her midsection. I admit it. I came in my pants. She knew it too. "Did you like that?" she shyly asked. Oh did I ever. I apologized for taking advantage of her, but she hushed me. "I liked it too," said Susan, taking my hand. "Uh, do you have to, uh, clean up or anything. I can walk ahead...." I told her it was a little messy down there, but I'd be okay. Truthfully, I was quite embarrassed by my hair-trigger explosion. But she was understanding. As we walked she told me she didn't want me to get the wrong idea about her. "I'm not easy, I'm not like Tiffany you know," said Susan, with my mine immediately making a note that Susan's friend was easy. "You have to know that I don't, well, go all the way. I have college and a lot more to look forward to, so I won't be getting knocked up." Mentioning that I had a condom, she pushed me away with a laugh. "That's so cute, but I'm not that kind of girl. I am not going down that road. So, if you don't want to see me anymore, I understand." Was she kidding? I just shot off in my pants with a little help from her. I was surely going to see her again. And I couldn't help thinking of Susan while looking at the couple in the Town Center walkway. It reminded me so much of several of my early interludes with Susan, not just that first sexual escapade during the walk around the pond. There was dozens of other quickies, fast couplings so to speak in semi-public places. In cars, in parks and along jogging trails by the river. Just like the twosome were doing barely 30 yards from me right now. Making out, swapping spit, caressing each other's bodies in close proximity to others. Why, just around the corner were several restaurants, a bank ATM machine was around another. And there I was, outside the drug store, waiting for a prescription to be filled, watching their every movement. It was very, very erotic. They were oblivious to their surroundings. Probably neither wanted to leave the other's embrace and lose the aura of the moment. Who knows? I watched as she moved her lips to his neck, kissing his neck and toward his ears. Maybe even swirling her tongue in his ear...a very sensuous feeling. All the while he was caressing her dress-covered ass. I loved the way he played with her ass, because it lifted her skirt somewhat and I got to see a little more leg. That was enhanced when she moved and must have bunched part of the dress along the wall behind her, so that when he moved his hand the leg continued to show. He whispered something into her ear and she smiled. He motioned his head and she nodded yes. The two walked, arm in arm toward me. At first, I fumbled around in the cup holder in the car, as if looking for something. When I looked up they were paying no attention to me, only to each other. He held a car door open for her and she slipped inside, soon to be followed into the car by the guy. Immediately they embraced again, back to a kiss that must have brought forth heavy, hot breathing. By now I had forgotten about the prescription, and knew my wife was going to get a good solid rutting when I got home. Just as I was about to go inside and get that prescription I noticed the guy move away from the girl. I guessed they were going to drive away. But the girl started looking over her shoulder as if looking for something...people? She glanced toward the back, to the side and then to the front. She started to laugh at something they guy said, then shook her head yes. All of a sudden, right in the row of cars in front of me, the girl maneuvered her way onto the passenger seat and bent over the guy. My goodness, she was going down on his midsection. She was going to blow him! I forgot all about the prescription and focused my attention on the couple. I could see his head, but she had disappeared. I had to get a better look. Quietly I made sure my dick was tucked into my pants --- somehow it had escaped its sleeping place, and I eased out of my car and walk first toward the pharmacy then took an immediate right along the walkway that weaved its away around toward the back of the bank. When I was across from the car I saw the guy leaning back, and watched the top of the girls' head enter into view and disappear. Up and down it went, surely on his cock. I watched as the guy moved his hand atop her head, and soon it was in and out of view as her head moved. I couldn't believe the guy was getting a blow job in a parking lot. While there wasn't a lot of foot traffic --- the last people I had seen was the elder couple --- it was in a public place. Luckily those going in and out of the pharmacy were oblivious to the car with the couple, and nobody walked past it. Moving to the bank I stood in the shadows and looked across the lot at the car. From this vantage point I could clearly see the guy, but again, not the girl. Still there was no doubt at what was going on. By this point the guy's head was back in the seat as he was clearly enjoying the mouth music being played by his date. On one hand I didn't want to be seen, on the other, hey, it was a public parking lot and I had just as much reason to be there as they had. I decided to circle around the bank and walk past where the couple had been and toward my car. The roundabout way would make it appear innocent on my part, but I had to get a look at what was going on in the car. As the couple came back into view I could see they hadn't progressed much. He, though, was really into the blow job and didn't flinch a bit as I walked toward the car. I surmised his eyes must have been closed. As I approached the front of their car I decided to walk to the right, as his head was wedged against the window looking the other direction. Sure enough, the girl was blowing him. Her head was riveted to his cock, and I clearly saw her hand around the base jerking it off while her mouth worked the tip. The guy's hand guided her head in a way, and I couldn't believe the view. Suddenly the guy tensed up and I heard him cry out he was cumming. Her head didn't move from the tip of the cock, she merely held her head in place while the guy shot his hot sticky sauce in her wet, waiting mouth. I was entranced by her hand action. While her head was still her hand was jerking the guy off into her mouth. Having defied detection, I quickly walked toward my car and then once again around the walkway to the bank. At the ATM I acted as if I made a withdrawal then walked across the parking lot directly toward the couple's car. This time he noticed me, and pushed the girl away from his midsection and she scampered to the passenger seat. I swear I saw her wipe her lips with the back of her hand. As I walked past the car I gave them a smile and a wave, and I heard the girl laugh out loud. They might have not known I had seen them, but they must have been saying to each other that I might have. What an erotic adventure! Never again will I protest heading out at night to the store.