He was standing under his preferred tree, lost in thought- again.

It had been his chosen office since he moved to this area some years ago. offset of all the tree was huge and old. The fogyish ground around it was subdued under the sol of his flight simulator. Hidden behind the bushes he would stand here for minute at a meter, thinking and watching the globe go by.

The joggers on the track below to be precise, just passing by or stopping at the runway for some light stretching.

He had named every habitue, every female regular, imagined their life-time, their trunk without clothing.

It was recent already. The woods seemed empty, the sun was setting and it got gloomy. In the dim Christ Within he could see one more coming down the the path. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four years ago. start he had thought her Cy Young, a mere teen. Mainly because of her slender figure and her developing breast. But she had not changed over the class and he came to the termination that she might be in her twenties.

As common she was dressed in shorts and a besotted try-on black tee, her long ignominious hair saltation to a ponytail.

As with her age, her story had change over the years. From being a girl at high school to some college girl he now fancied her to work in a shop. Something illusion, dressed in a loaded fitting skirt, a blouse. She had no item fourth dimension, sometimes he had not seen her for weeks or month, then she was back. One day he would talk to her, ask her out. Just as the others. One day, but not today.

She stopped at the bridge across the dried up river and leant against the rail and started stretching.

Noiselessly he stepped forward for a better thought. Her shirt clung to her consistence. She seemed more use up than usual, her bantam breasts heaved with her laborious breathing.

The picnic of a leg made him look down the path.

A guy was coming her way. Tall, broad shouldered, crew cut. Though he was in jeans and t shirt Dough knew the character. Army, a bully, one of the assuredness, problematic guys, always out to bully the guys with genius. Like himself.

Dough snorted with disgust and looked back at Sally. Her short pants were hugging her keister impertinence as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the sight. The lilliputian red chain she would be wearing would slide right in between, being wet with exertion by now.

Entertaining himself for a short while with the vision of her undressing for the shower bath he realised too late that the guy was walking directly towards her. Only when she turned around and made a small step back he tuned back in.

Oh he knew the type. He would mock her, make fun of her humble breasts and after he had had his fun he would move on. But he did not. They exchanged a few Bible which he could not hear. Sally shook her head, U. S. Army guy laughed. With two steps he was future to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, Dough whispered, felt his meat beat faster. vision of how he would step in, avail her, rescue her flashed before his eyes. Telling the bloke to get lost, escorting wisecrack home.

But that would not happen. Instead he pulled out his mobile. No signal. What did he expect, in the middle of a wood.

He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one hand on her prissy house ass he had admired just bit before. She struggled, tried to break free. But he was taller than her, bulkier and he had not been running.

Dough could see her lips moving, he just laughed again and looked around. Dough held his breath but he was well hidden in the Vannevar Bush. No-one knew that he was hiding here.

The man grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her towards the bushes.

"tinker's damn ”, Dough swore under his breath. What was happening here ? He would not, would he ?

Slowly he moved, advanced to get down, circle them. The thought of her being have a go at it - raped- by this guy. He stopped. Things he did not even fantasise about. Until now. And he might be capable to watch.

Through some branches he caught a quick glance. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedging was a small glade with a fallen tree. gelt knew his way around here. The small animal track would bring him right to the other side. He could hide there, watch.

He did not even think about what he was going to see. Just getting there unseen.

As he finally reached the spot from where he could see he gasped. The guy stood between her legs, pinned her to the tree. His men were all over her body, she was wriggling in his grasp and trying to get away.

He had to do something.

She tossed back her head and laughed, wrapped one leg around his waist. With one hand in his shortstop hair he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to happen. Dough was startled. In his fantasies girls like her pass up guys like that. But reality was different.

He pulled free, bit her throat and lettuce heard her moan."Come on ”, the man 's voice was hoarse but clearly used to giving orders. And she obeyed, turned around. He stepped closer, his right hand slid in her blotto trunks. Dough could see the finger moving, searching for something. She flinched, laughed again."Fuck, David."“ That is the plan."

The fingers moved under the shiny fabric and shekels started to rub his crotch. As regular army guy pulled them down he opened his gasp.

No red string, only a plain total darkness panties which went down as fast as the short circuit. She was shaved. His bronzed finger's breadth moving over her pale skin was an interest spate. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck as one finger slid between her legs.

Trying hard not to moan Dough started to rub his cock. Imagined it was her, her fingers touching him, his fingers touching her pussy.

One hand still between her legs the guy opened his bloomers. She had closed her eyes, was breathing heavily. He moved closer, positioned his cock between her ramification and she moaned again, bent grass over.

Dough held his hint. This was so much better than jerking off to some fantasy.

Sally gasped as St. David buried his cock with one intemperate poke deep inside her, immediately started to fuck her.

The clapping speech sound of skin on pelt, her low moans, his panting filled the clearing. fast, hard. She had to steady herself on the fallen tree diagram.

Without noticing Dough took up their pace. Fast and hard he stroked his cock. A tawdry groan escaped his brim and he closed his eyes. He felt his balls harden, the orgasm as he shot his load. Hot cum on his hired man, hot breathing time leaving his mouth.

heaving he stood there, had to slant against a Tree. He did not dare to open his eyes again. It had gone quiet. Had they noticed him ? Had he been that loud ? That was a scarey thought. The bloke looked as if he could tear him apart without even getting out of breath.

Eventually he opened his eyes.

The couple was still oblivious of him. Leaning against each other they were sharing a quiet here and now. He brushed a strand of her total darkness hair aside and kissed her neck, murmured some words against her sweaty skin.

Quickly Dough cleaned himself, tidied himself up and closed his pants. As quietly as he could he steal sway. That was something he could replay in his head for weeks, months.

And maybe he would see them again .