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

It had been his Chosen patch since he moved to this area some old age ago. First of all the tree was huge and old. The mossy priming coat around it was soft under the soh of his trainers. Hidden behind the chaparral he would stick out here for hours at a clock time, thinking and watching the world go by.

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

He had named every regular, every female regular, imagined their lifespan, their eubstance without clothing.

It was tardily already. The woods seemed vacuous, the sun was setting and it got dingy. In the dim light source he could see one more coming down the the path. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four twelvemonth ago. First he had thought her Whitney Moore Young Jr., a mere teenager. Mainly because of her slender figure and her underdeveloped breasts. But she had not changed over the years and he came to the conclusion that she might be in her twenties.

As usual she was dressed in shorts and a tight appointment shameful tee, her long black hair edge to a ponytail.

As with her age, her story had change over the yr. From being a young woman at high up school to some college girl he now fancied her to work in a store. Something fancy, dressed in a tight adjustment skirt, a blouse. She had no particular times, sometimes he had not seen her for weeks or calendar 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 railing and started stretching.

Noiselessly he stepped forward for a amend view. Her shirt clung to her body. She seemed more exhausted than usual, her tiny tit heaved with her laborious breathing.

The snap of a ramification made him take care down the path.

A guy was coming her way. Tall, liberal shouldered, gang cut. Though he was in jeans and t shirt moolah knew the type. Army, a bully, one of the aplomb, yobbo bozo, always out to bully the guys with brain. Like himself.

cabbage snorted with disgust and looked back at wisecrack. Her shorts were hugging her butt brass as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the great deal. The tiny red string she would be wearing would slip right in between, being wet with sudor by now.

Entertaining himself for a short spell with the visual modality of her undressing for the exhibitor he realised too of late that the guy was walking directly towards her. Only when she turned around and made a low step back he tuned back in.

Oh he knew the type. He would bemock her, pretend fun of her small white meat and after he had had his fun he would move on. But he did not. They exchanged a few tidings which he could not hear. Sally shook her school principal, Army guy laughed. With two footprint he was next to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, kale whispered, felt his heart beat faster. Visions of how he would step in, help her, rescue her winkle before his eyes. Telling the feller to get lost, escorting Sally home.

But that would not take place. 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 hired hand on her courteous firm ass he had admired just present moment before. She struggled, tried to break free. But he was taller than her, bulkier and he had not been running.

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

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

"Shit ”, Dough swore under his breath. What was happening here ? He would not, would he ?

Slowly he moved, advanced to get down, circulate them. The thought of her being fucked - raped- by this guy. He stopped. Things he did not even fantasise about. Until now. And he might be able-bodied to watch.

Through some offshoot he caught a quick glance. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedge was a minuscule clearing with a fallen Tree. lucre knew his way around here. The pocket-size brute path would bring him right to the other face. 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 peg, pinned her to the tree. His bridge player were all over her soundbox, she was wriggling in his grasp and trying to get away.

He had to do something.

She tossed back her foreland and laughed, wrapped one leg around his waistline. With one helping hand in his short hair's-breadth he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to encounter. lolly was startled. In his fantasies girls like her pass up guys like that. But world was different.

He pulled free, bit her pharynx and kale heard her moan."seminal fluid on ”, the man 's part was hoarse but clearly used to giving social club. And she obeyed, turned around. He stepped closer, his right hand slid in her plastered short pants. lettuce could see the finger moving, searching for something. She flinched, laughed again."Fuck, David."“ That is the plan."

The fingers moved under the shiny material and Dough started to rub his crotch. As United States Army guy pulled them down he opened his pants.

No red string, only a field black panties which went down as fast as the shorts. She was shaved. His tanned fingers moving over her pale skin was an matter to sight. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck as one finger slid between her legs.

Trying hard not to moan kale started to rub his rooster. Imagined it was her, her fingerbreadth touching him, his fingers touching her pussy.

One manus still between her legs the guy opened his pants. She had closed her middle, was breathing heavily. He moved closer, positioned his cock between her legs and she moaned again, bent over.

lucre held his intimation. This was so much upright than jerking off to some fantasy.

sally gasped as David buried his cock with one grueling driving force rich inside her, immediately started to fuck her.

The clapping auditory sensation of skin on tegument, her low moan, his panting filled the clearing. Fast, hard. She had to regular herself on the fallen tree diagram.

Without noticing simoleons took up their pace. Fast and hard he stroked his hammer. A loudly moan escaped his rim and he closed his centre. He felt his formal harden, the sexual climax as he shot his load. Hot cum on his deal, hot breather leaving his mouth.

Panting he stood there, had to lean against a tree diagram. He did not make bold to open his eyes again. It had gone quiet. Had they noticed him ? Had he been that loud ? That was a scary thought. The bloke looked as if he could shoot down him apart without even getting out of breath.

Eventually he opened his eyes.

The yoke was still forgetful of him. Leaning against each other they were sharing a placid moment. He brushed a Strand of her black hairsbreadth aside and kissed her neck, murmured some Good Book against her sweaty skin.

Quickly Dough cleaned himself, tidied himself up and closed his pants. As quietly as he could he stole sway. That was something he could play back in his mind for weeks, months.

And maybe he would see them again .