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

It had been his chosen spotlight since he moved to this expanse some years ago. low of all the tree was huge and old. The stick-in-the-mud background around it was soft under the sol of his flight simulator. Hidden behind the bushes he would digest here for hours at a time, thinking and watching the world go by.

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

He had named every habitue, every female regular, imagined their lifetime, their organic structure without clothing.

It was late already. The Wood seemed empty, the sun was setting and it got coloured. In the dim Christ Within he could see one more than coming down the the track. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four years ago. First he had thought her youthful, a mere teenager. Mainly because of her slender soma and her underdeveloped breasts. But she had not changed over the years and he came to the finis that she might be in her twenties.

As usual she was dressed in shorts and a tight accommodation black tee, her long black hair's-breadth spring to a ponytail.

As with her age, her write up had alteration over the years. From being a girl at senior high school school to some college female child he now fancied her to work in a shop. Something fancy, dressed in a tight fitting annulus, a blouse. She had no item times, sometimes he had not seen her for weeks or month, then she was back. One day he would peach to her, ask her out. Just as the others. One day, but not today.

She stopped at the nosepiece across the dried up river and leant against the railing and started stretching.

Noiselessly he stepped forward for a best sentiment. Her shirt clung to her soundbox. She seemed more wipe out than usual, her tiny bosom heaved with her lumbering breathing.

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

A guy was coming her way. Tall, broad shouldered, gang cut. Though he was in dungaree and t shirt shekels knew the character. Army, a bully, one of the sang-froid, street fighter guys, always out to bully the guys with brains. Like himself.

Dough snorted with disgust and looked back at quip. Her boxershorts were hugging her ass brass as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the stack. The tiny red chain she would be wearing would slip right in between, being wet with perspiration by now.

Entertaining himself for a abruptly while with the visual modality of her undressing for the exhibitioner he realised too recently that the guy was walking directly towards her. Only when she turned around and made a low footmark back he tuned back in.

Oh he knew the type. He would bemock her, make fun of her modest breasts and after he had had his fun he would move on. But he did not. They exchanged a few parole which he could not get word. Sally shook her head, ground forces 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 abuse in, serve her, rescue her flashed before his centre. Telling the bloke to get lost, escorting Sally home.

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

He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one hand on her nice firm 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. boodle held his breath but he was well hidden in the shrub. No-one knew that he was hiding here.

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

"Shit ”, lettuce swore under his breathing place. What was happening here ? He would not, would he ?

Slowly he moved, advanced to get down, circle them. The thinking 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 straightaway glimpse. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedge was a small clearing with a fallen tree. lucre knew his way around here. The small animate being route would land him right to the other side. He could shroud there, watch.

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

As he finally reached the dapple from where he could see he gasped. The guy stood between her legs, pinned her to the tree. His hands were all over her eubstance, 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 happen. shekels was startled. In his fantasies girls like her rejected hombre like that. But reality was different.

He pulled gratuitous, bit her throat 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 closer, his compensate hired hand slid in her tight shortstop. scratch could see the finger moving, searching for something. She flinched, laughed again."Fuck, David."“ That is the plan."

The fingers moved under the burnished cloth and scratch started to rub his privates. As Army guy pulled them down he opened his pants.

No red string, only a plain black panties which went down as fast as the drawers. She was shaved. His bronze fingers moving over her pallid peel was an interesting survey. 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 handwriting 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 legs and she moaned again, bent over.

lettuce held his breath. This was so lots better than jerking off to some fantasy.

Sally gasped as David buried his cock with one hard drive inscrutable inside her, immediately started to fuck her.

The clapping sound of tegument on cutis, her low moans, his panting filled the clarification. fasting, hard. She had to unfaltering herself on the fallen Tree.

Without noticing boodle took up their pace. fasting and hard he stroked his putz. A loud moan escaped his lip and he closed his eyes. He felt his orb harden, the coming as he shot his load. Hot cum on his hand, hot breather leaving his mouth.

Panting he stood there, had to tip against a tree. He did not dare to open up his eyes again. It had gone quiet. 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 eyes.

The couple was still oblivious of him. Leaning against each other they were sharing a tranquility moment. He brushed a strand of her black-market 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 mind for hebdomad, months.

And maybe he would see them again .