Voyeur
It is the first date for Mark and I. We had been chatting both
online and on the telephone for a few weeks now, but this
would be the first time we would meet in person. We had agreed
to meet in a public place, and he had suggested a picnic in
the park so that he could cook for me (he prided himself on
being an armature chef). So I throw a bottle of wine, lemonade,
glasses, and some muffins I had baked into a basket, load
the basket and a blanket into my car, and head for the park.
I spot his car in the parking lot immediately. It is just
as he described it – a dark blue Ford Contour with a smashed
right-rear quarter-panel. "Please, " I pray
silently, "he seems like such a nice guy, let me be
attracted to him."
I pull into the parking spot to the left of Mark's car
and shut off my ignition. Taking a deep breath, I turn and
look into Mark's car. He is sitting in the driver's
seat looking at me. He gives me a little half wave, and I smile
and wave back. He doesn't look anything like his picture,
but I don't hold that against him. I take another deep
breath, pop the trunk, and get out of my car. Mark is standing
at the back of his car as I reach the back of mine. "I
brought lunch, " he smiles, raising an orange Tupperware
container in one hand and a plastic grocery bag in the other.
"Follow me."
He starts walking away, so I have to hurry and grab the stuff
I brought and half run to catch up with him. "I found
a perfect spot in the back, it's pretty private so we
can talk, " he says as I catch up with him. "So,
that's a pretty big basket you got there, I told you
I was bringing lunch."
I just thought I'd bring a little something, let you
taste my cooking too, " I reply, out of breath from
trying to keep up with him.
"Well, that's ok, but you really shouldn't
have bothered."
"Well, gee, you're welcome, and thanks for the
hand carrying this stuff too!" I think to myself,
but bite my tongue so I don't say anything out loud.
Besides, I might have just bruised his ego by not letting
him take care of everything. We continue walking in silence.
"Here we go, " he says finally, "just on
the other side of these bushes."
We force our way through the seven-foot high bushes into
a clearing on the other side. The spot is actually quite
pretty and almost worth all the scratches on my arms and
legs. I spread out the blanket (which, thank God, one of
us had thought to bring). Mark plops down on the blanket,
withdraws two plastic bowels and forks from his grocery
bag, and begins to dish out lunch. I notice the bag is too
flat now to contain anything to drink.
"I brought some lemonade and some wine, would you
like anything to drink?" I offer.
"Sure, thanks, I'll have some lemonade"
he replies, passing me a bowel of food. I pour our drinks
with one hand, and pick the leaves out of my hair with the
other.
Mark and I settle down to eat. I manage to choke down the over-cooked
spaghetti with jar sauce and some nauseating mystery ingredient
I'm afraid to identify. Harder to choke down, however,
is Mark's hour-and-fifteen-minute tirade on the
evils of his ex-wife and his jackass boss. I finally give
up on forcing the sympathetic 'oh you are so interesting'
look and begin to daydream.
Suddenly, Mark's tongue is halfway down my throat.
I push him away and try to quell my gag reflex.
"What's the problem?" Mark asks incredulously.
"Look, Mark, I'm sorry, but I just don't
think this is going to work out."
"Come on baby, " and Mark was at it again, trying
to lick the back of my tonsils.
This time I push him away harder, and also manage to dump
the rest of my bowel of spaghetti all over the grass and my
hand in the process. I am in mid-curse when I see you. You're
standing not too far away, leaning against a tree and smoking
a cigarette. Our eyes lock and you don't look away.
I am captured by your brazenness and barely hear Mark as
he pants "Let me take care of that for you." Suddenly,
Mark is lapping at my fingers like a large dog. I open my mouth
to tell him to stop when you bring your hand to your mouth
and begin to lick the same fingers that Mark is licking on
my hand. A chill races down my spine as, suddenly, Mark's
clumsy slobbering begins to feel good. A small sigh escapes
my lips.
Taking my acquiescence as his cue, Mark moves his mouth
up to my neck and begins to kiss me just below my ear. You lick
your fingers and begin to rub the same spot on your own neck.
My body begins to ache with desire watching you and knowing
you are watching me. I can't look away from you.
Mark has ceased to exist as a person to me. When he slides
his hand up under my shirt I make no move to stop him, but watch
mutely as you begin to rub your chest as well. I realize that
I have never been so turned on. It doesn't matter that
I'm not attracted to the guy touching me – he is just
a means to an end. All that matters is that you're watching
me. I want you to watch me. I moan with desire.
"Should we go back to my place?" Mark pants in
my ear.
"No!" I realize how panicky I sound, and try
to make myself sound sexier. "No, I want to do it here,
now."
"Here? In the park? We could get caught!"
I grab Mark's shirt in my fist and pull his face close
to mine. "You fuck me here and now, " I whisper,
"or you don't fuck me at all."
"Ok baby, you got it. Oh yeah baby." Mark grabs
his grocery bag and pulls out a box of condoms. I can't
help but roll my eyes at his choice of items to bring to our
picnic when I hear soft laughter coming from your direction.
I look over at you and see your bemused smile. Suddenly,
I'm horney again.
"Enjoying yourself, huh?" I think to myself,
"Well I'll give you a show."
Thankfully, Mark is too involved in the intricacies of
opening a cardboard box to have heard you. I reach over and
grab the box of condoms out of Mark's hands and toss
them behind me. "Oh no Mark, not yet, you haven't
earned that yet. I'll tell you when you need those."
"But baby . . . ."
I put my hand over his mouth, cutting off his whine in mid-sentence.
"No talking Mark, or the deal is off. Now shhh . . . just
make me want you."
Making sure he isn't blocking your view, I allow Mark
to unbutton my shirt. He pulls down my bra, freeing my breasts
over the top of it. A cool breeze blows across my torso hardening
my nipples. I watch you lick your lips in appreciation,
and I throw my head back as Mark kneads and sucks my breasts.
I feel Mark's hands tugging at my pants and I lean back
to make it easier form him. My pants undone, Mark moves his
hand inside them, underneath my panties. His fingers slide
between my vaginal lips and massage my clit while his mouth
alternates between my nipples. Having Mark fully clothed
while my shirt is completely undone with my breasts free
over the top of my bra, with my pants undone, being outside
in an open public place, and knowing you're watching
all makes me feel so exposed. This unbelievable feeling
of nakedness heightens my pleasure so much that I am suddenly
biting my lower lip to stifle a scream building from the
orgasm that overtakes me before I even know it is approaching.
As my climax subsides, Mark slides two fingers inside me.
I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth, sucking the taste
of myself off his fingers and looking into your eyes as I
do so. As Mark moans in pleasure, you begin to massage the
bulge underneath your jeans. Knowing your dick is hard
because of me brings my lust to a level I have never known.
"Take my pants off Mark, and don't be gentle!"
Mark obediently begins yanking my pants down my thighs
and I kick my sandals off to make it go faster. I want to be
naked, to be even more exposed. I want you to see me, all of
me. I can feel myself dripping with the anticipation. Mark
finally frees my legs from their clothing and reaches up
for my panties. "No, rip them, tear them off me!"
"God, yes!" he grunts as he shreds the thin fabric.
A cool breeze ruffles my pubic hair. I open my legs to the
breeze, and its coolness against my hot, wet pussy almost
makes me climax with the freedom of it. With my knees bent
and legs spread wide, I know that you, Mark, and anyone else
who might be looking can see every inch of me.
Mark climbs on top of me, grinding against me while he again
sucks and massages my breasts. The rough fabric of his jeans
against the swollen lips of my vagina is amazing, the pain
and pleasure mingling to drive me into a frenzy. "Harder,
oh God harder! Grind into me!" I demand. Obediently,
Mark grinds against me hard, and as he gently pinches one
nipple while lightly biting the other, another orgasm
sweeps over me and I, again, have to bite my lower lip to keep
from screaming.
I want to make sure you can see all of me, so I slide out from
underneath Mark. I gasp as Mark grabs me between my legs
and squeezes. As Mark begins to slide his fingers in and
out of me, I lock eyes with you again and watch as you rub your
crotch more vigorously. I reach down, placing my hand over
Mark's and show him how to rub my clit with his thumb
while he finger-fucks me. "Oh yes! Oh God! Oh yes!
Please Mark! Make me cum again!" I don't know
if you can hear me and I don't look, not wanting you to
think I'm only calling out for your benefit when, in
truth, I couldn't stop myself. Mark moves his hand
harder and faster as he tongues my bellybutton and licks,
nibbles, and sucks my lower stomach and upper pubic region.
My third orgasm overtakes me and I cannot keep myself from
crying out this time.
Mark slides down lower, looking at me with his face poised
just above my wanting pussy. You are watching, silhouetted
between my spread knees, and I cannot contain my passion.
"Oh please, God, yes! Eat me! Please!" I watch
as Mark lowers his face to my throbbing pussy, but as his
tongue flickers across my clit I can no longer force my eyes
to say open. I can feel myself writhing as Mark licks, sucks,
and nibbles my clit. As I imagine what I must look like to
you at this moment, a powerful orgasm overtakes me. I arch
my back and cry out to the trees.
Mark continues sucking and nibbling my clit until the spasms
have ceased washing over me, then he begins to fuck me with
his tongue while massaging my clit with his thumb. The next
orgasm comes so fast I'm left breathless and soundless.
Sitting up, I roll Mark over onto his back and begin tugging
frantically at his belt. He reaches down to help me and,
between the two of us, we manage to undo his jeans and slide
them down enough to expose his very erect cock and balls.
I first run my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip,
letting the ball of my tongue piercing rest in and massage
the hole. Then, I stroke his shaft with my hand while tonguing
and sucking each of his balls. Sliding up a little, I squeeze
his cock between my breasts while I work the head with my
mouth – sucking and licking. Finally, I bring my head down,
taking his whole cock in my mouth, sucking and working my
tongue as I move my head up and down – fucking him with my mouth
as his fingers tighten in my hair, the slight pulling heightening
my pleasure. I keep him on the cusp of an orgasm, but never
let him cross over that edge. I'm not ready for this
to be over yet. I still want to be fucked by that cock. I want
it inside me.
Finally, unable to take anymore, I hear Mark begging, "Oh
please God Natalie, I need to fuck you. PLEASE!" I
look up at you and see your hand moving inside your jeans.
You're still watching. Good.
I reach over and grab the box of condoms, ripping it open
with my teeth. I take out a single condom and run the cool,
flat surface of the packet along Mark's chest and groin.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"OhpleaseNatalieIneedtofuckyou!Please!"
Using my teeth again, I tear open the condom packet, slide
out the prophylactic, and roll it down Mark's erect,
quivering penis. I use the palm of my hand to force Mark flat
on his back. I straddle him, lowering myself down and easing
Mark's cock inside me.
"Oh God!" he moans. I grab Mark's hand,
showing him how I want my clit rubbed.
"Don't stop, " I admonish him, "'cause
if you stop, I stop."
I look over at you. You have your cock in your hand, stroking
it slowly. I lock eyes with you and the rush is incredible.
I begin thrusting myself onto Mark's cock slowly,
matching you stroke for stroke.
"Use your other hand to finger my ass, " I direct
Mark. As he complies, the sensations all rush at me. The
feel of his cock moving in and out of me, his hand massaging
my clit, his finger moving in and out of my ass – I speed up
my rhythm. My eyes are still locked with yours as I knead
my breasts and pinch my nipples. You increase your rhythm
to match mine.
My two orgasms come fast and hard, one on top of the other,
so that they almost blend into one. The intensity is compounded
by the spasms of Mark's orgasm inside me, and all three
of us make primal noises as you cum at the same time as Mark
and I. Our eyes stay locked until, finally, I fall back in
exhaustion.
After a while, Mark begins to stir and I sit up as well. I look
for you and am disappointed to see that you have left. Mark
has his pants pulled up and fastened before I can blink,
but I am not in any hurry – still enjoying the freedom of being
naked outside and in the open.
"That was incredible!" Mark says, and suddenly
his tongue is down my throat again. I push him back gently
and show him how a kiss is really done. I run my tongue along
his parted lips before I thrust it in his mouth, flicking
his tongue with mine. I then suck his tongue into my mouth,
working it as I had his cock only a few minutes ago. I end the
kiss with a gentle suck and nibble on his bottom lip, and
lean back as he stares at me. "You really are amazing, "
he breathes. I just smile.
"I am definitely going to be calling you again!"
he says as he stands up. He takes a few steps and picks up his
Tupperware container and lid before turning back to me.
"Well, I will definitely call you."
I watch his back as he walks away from me and then fights his
way back through the bushes. I wonder if I'll even answer
next time he calls, and am surprised that I don't care
if he does. Never have I done anything like this before –
sex with a near stranger, in a public place, and with someone
watching! And my body! I can't believe how responsive
it was. I am surprised at myself, and yet pleased with myself.
I think I like the new me.
Sighing, I begin to pick up the garbage – including my ruined
panties – and put it all in Mark's now empty grocery
bag. Once I have the garbage picked up, the blanket folded,
and my picnic basket all packed, I grab my clothes to get
dressed. As I put my hand against a tree to brace myself while
I put on my pants, I hear a voice behind me.
"If you will carry these for me, I would be honored
to carry your stuff to your car for you." I turn around
quickly and find you standing there with a handful of wild
flowers. I smile like I haven't smiled in years. "Hi,
my name is . . . ." I put my hand over your mouth before
you can finish.
"No, " I say, "For our first time, I want
you to be a stranger."
Suddenly, the flowers are on the ground forgotten as you
explore my body with your mouth and hands. I wrap my legs
around your waist as you use your body to pin me against the
tree. I can feel the bark biting into the skin on my ass and
back as you expertly fondle my body. I close me eyes and think
to myself "This is going to be one hell of a ride . . .
."
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