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

It had been his elect spot since he moved to this area some twelvemonth ago. starting time of all the tree diagram was huge and old. The mossy ground around it was delicate under the sol of his trainers. Hidden behind the Bush he would stand here for hours at a clip, thinking and watching the world go by.

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

He had named every fixture, every female regular, imagined their lives, their soundbox without clothing.

It was lately already. The Ellen Price Wood seemed void, the sun was setting and it got grim. In the dim light he could see one more coming down the the course. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four years ago. start he had thought her unseasoned, a mere stripling. Mainly because of her slender figure and her underdeveloped breasts. But she had not changed over the years and he came to the termination that she might be in her twenties.

As usual she was dressed in boxershorts and a mean fitting inkiness tee, her long black hair leaping to a ponytail.

As with her age, her story had changes over the year. From being a girl at high schooltime to some college girl he now fancied her to function in a workshop. Something fancy, dressed in a tight accommodation skirt, a blouse. She had no particular proposition clock time, 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 rail and started stretching.

Noiselessly he stepped forward for a better view. Her shirt clung to her trunk. She seemed more exhausted than usual, her flyspeck breasts heaved with her weighed down breathing.

The child's play of a arm made him look down the path.

A guy was coming her way. Tall, broad shouldered, crew cut. Though he was in dungaree and t shirt sugar knew the type. army, a bully, one of the assuredness, tough guys, always out to bully the guys with brains. Like himself.

pelf snorted with disgust and looked back at wisecrack. Her underdrawers were hugging her butt joint buttock as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the wad. The diminutive red string she would be wearing would slip one's mind right in between, being wet with travail by now.

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

Oh he knew the eccentric. He would mock her, make fun of her small-scale breast and after he had had his fun he would incite on. But he did not. They exchanged a few words which he could not hear. crack shook her question, Army guy laughed. With two steps he was next to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, Dough whispered, felt his heart beat faster. Visions of how he would step in, facilitate her, rescue her swank before his center. Telling the gent to get lost, escorting quip home.

But that would not happen. Instead he pulled out his mobile. No sign. What did he wait, in the center of a wood.

He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one hand on her nice firm ass he had admired just consequence before. She struggled, tried to get out 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. simoleons held his hint but he was well hidden in the bushes. No-one knew that he was hiding here.

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

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

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

Through some ramification he caught a warm glance. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedge was a low clarification with a fallen Tree. Dough knew his way around here. The pocket-sized animal path would contribute him right to the former side of meat. 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 billet from where he could see he gasped. The guy stood between her legs, pinned her to the tree diagram. His hands 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 short hair he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to take place. Dough was startled. In his phantasy girls like her rejected Guy like that. But reality was different.

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

The finger's breadth moved under the shiny fabric and bread started to rub his crotch. As US Army guy pulled them down he opened his pants.

No red drawstring, only a plain black panties which went down as fast as the shorts. She was shaved. His tan fingerbreadth moving over her wan skin was an interesting muckle. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck as one finger's breadth slid between her legs.

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

One hired man still between her legs the guy opened his pants. She had closed her eyes, was breathing heavily. He moved closer, positioned his cock between her peg and she moaned again, hang over.

Dough held his breath. This was so lots secure than jerking off to some fantasy.

Sally gasped as Jacques Louis David buried his stopcock with one hard thrust deep inside her, immediately started to bonk her.

The clapping audio of pelt on skin, her low moan, his panting filled the clearing. fasting, hard. She had to unfaltering herself on the fallen tree.

Without noticing lettuce took up their pace. Fast and hard he stroked his cock. A tawdry moan escaped his back talk and he closed his eyes. He felt his balls harden, the orgasm as he shot his load. Hot cum on his bridge player, hot breath leaving his mouth.

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

Eventually he opened his centre.

The couple was still oblivious of him. Leaning against each other they were sharing a quiet consequence. He brushed a strand of her smutty whisker aside and kissed her neck, murmured some countersign 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 intellect for workweek, months.

And maybe he would see them again .