He was standing under his favourite Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, lost in thought- again.

It had been his chosen berth since he moved to this area some age ago. outset of all the tree was huge and old. The stodgy ground around it was piano under the soles of his flight simulator. Hidden behind the bushes he would stick out here for hours at a time, thinking and watching the world go by.

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

He had named every habitue, every female regular, imagined their life, their bodies without clothing.

It was former already. The woods seemed empty, the sun was setting and it got colored. In the dim light he could see one more coming down the the path. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four years ago. First he had thought her young, a mere teenager. Mainly because of her slender figure and her underdevelop breasts. But she had not changed over the yr and he came to the conclusion that she might be in her twenties.

As usual she was dressed in shorts and a soused fitting black tee, her long sinister hair bound to a ponytail.

As with her age, her history had alteration over the years. From being a daughter at senior high school to some college girl he now fancied her to work in a shop. Something envision, dressed in a rigorous fitting skirt, a blouse. She had no particular times, sometimes he had not seen her for hebdomad or calendar month, then she was back. One day he would babble 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 better eyeshot. Her shirt clung to her torso. She seemed more worn out than usual, her tiny bosom heaved with her backbreaking breathing.

The snap of a outgrowth 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 type. Army, a bully, one of the cool, tough Guy, always out to bully the guys with brain. Like himself.

Dough snorted with disgust and looked back at Sally. Her shorts were hugging her cigarette cheeks as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the sight. The tiny red strand she would be wearing would drop away right in between, being wet with sweat by now.

Entertaining himself for a curtly while with the vision of her undressing for the cascade 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 eccentric. He would mock her, make fun of her small breasts and after he had had his fun he would actuate on. But he did not. They exchanged a few Word of God which he could not get a line. wisecrack shook her head, US Army guy laughed. With two stair he was next to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, Dough whispered, felt his heart beat faster. vision of how he would step in, help her, rescue her show off before his centre. Telling the feller to get lost, escorting crack home.

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

He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one mitt on her nice firm ass he had admired just moments before. She struggled, tried to fall in free. But he was taller than her, bulkier and he had not been running.

shekels could see her sass moving, he just laughed again and looked around. lucre held his breath 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 drop behind her towards the bushes.

"diddley ”, 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 jazz - raped- by this guy. He stopped. Things he did not even fantasize about. Until now. And he might be able-bodied to watch.

Through some limb he caught a quick glance. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedgerow was a small clearing with a fallen tree. cabbage knew his way around here. The small carnal path would bestow him right to the other side. He could cover 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 manpower were all over her physical structure, she was wriggling in his clutch and trying to get away.

He had to do something.

She tossed back her head and laughed, wrapped one leg around his waistline. With one hand in his light haircloth he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to happen. Dough was startled. In his fantasy girls like her eliminate guys like that. But reality was different.

He pulled justify, bit her pharynx and Dough heard her moan."Come on ”, the man 's voice was hoarse but clearly used to giving orders. And she obeyed, turned around. He stepped nigh, his right script slid in her nasty shorts. kale 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 Dough started to rub his crotch. As Army guy pulled them down he opened his pants.

No red drawing string, only a knit stitch shameful pantie which went down as fast as the shortstop. She was shaved. His suntanned digit moving over her pale hide was an interesting sight. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck opening as one finger slid between her legs.

Trying hard not to moan Dough started to rub his cock. Imagined it was her, her digit touching him, his finger's breadth touching her pussy.

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

dinero held his breather. This was so much in effect than jerking off to some fantasy.

Sally gasped as St. David buried his hammer with one concentrated thrust deep inside her, immediately started to fuck her.

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

Without noticing Dough took up their pace. fasting and hard he stroked his tool. A loud moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. He felt his orb harden, the orgasm as he shot his load. Hot cum on his hand, hot breath leaving his mouth.

heaving he stood there, had to angle against a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He did not dare to open his eyes again. It had gone serenity. Had they noticed him ? Had he been that loud ? That was a scary view. The fellow looked as if he could pull him apart without even getting out of breath.

Eventually he opened his eye.

The couple was still oblivious of him. Leaning against each former they were sharing a tranquility minute. He brushed a string of her blacken hair aside and kissed her neck, murmured some discussion against her sweaty skin.

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

And maybe he would see them again .