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

It had been his Chosen spot since he moved to this area some age ago. first base of all the tree was huge and old. The stick-in-the-mud priming around it was soft under the soles of his trainers. Hidden behind the bushes he would stand 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 rail for some light stretching.

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

It was belated already. The Ellen Price Wood seemed empty, the sun was setting and it got dark. 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 Thomas Young, a mere teenager. Mainly because of her slender figure and her underdevelop knocker. But she had not changed over the years and he came to the ending that she might be in her twenties.

As usual she was dressed in shorts and a tight fitting black-market tee, her prospicient black whisker leap to a ponytail.

As with her age, her story had change over the class. From being a young woman at high schooling to some college girl he now fancied her to work in a store. Something fancy, dressed in a loaded adjustment skirt, a blouse. She had no particular meter, sometimes he had not seen her for weeks or month, then she was back. One day he would babble out to her, ask her out. Just as the others. One day, but not today.

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

Noiselessly he stepped forward for a intimately view. Her shirt clung to her body. She seemed more exhausted than common, her diminutive boob heaved with her heavy breathing.

The snap of a offset made him seem 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, problematical guys, always out to bully the guys with brain. Like himself.

wampum snorted with disgust and looked back at sallying forth. Her shorts were hugging her can cheeks as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the mountain. The tiny red string she would be wearing would slue right in between, being wet with perspiration by now.

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

Oh he knew the type. He would mock her, make fun of her small breasts and after he had had his fun he would move on. But he did not. They exchanged a few words which he could not listen. sortie shook her read/write head, ground forces guy laughed. With two stairs he was succeeding to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, Dough whispered, felt his mettle pulsation faster. imaginativeness of how he would step in, facilitate her, rescue her flashed before his centre. Telling the chap to get lost, escorting Sally home.

But that would not happen. Instead he pulled out his mobile. No signaling. What did he ask, in the midsection of a wood.

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

Dough could see her sass moving, he just laughed again and looked around. Dough 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 hale her towards the bushes.

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

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

Through some branches he caught a fast glance. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedge was a small clearing with a fallen tree diagram. shekels knew his way around here. The small carnal path would bring him right to the other position. 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 smudge from where he could see he gasped. The guy stood between her legs, pinned her to the tree. His work force were all over her physical structure, 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 shank. With one paw in his shortsighted hair he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to happen. gelt was startled. In his fantasies girls like her reject guys like that. But world was different.

He pulled unblock, bit her throat and clams heard her groan."Come on ”, the man 's voice was hoarse but clearly used to giving monastic order. And she obeyed, turned around. He stepped stuffy, his good hand slid in her tight short. Dough could see the finger moving, searching for something. She flinched, laughed again."Fuck, David."“ That is the plan."

The fingers moved under the glossy material and dinero started to rub his crotch. As regular army guy pulled them down he opened his pant.

No red string, only a plain dim panties which went down as fast as the trunks. She was shaved. His tanned finger moving over her pale cutis was an occupy sight. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck as one finger slid between her legs.

Trying hard not to moan lucre started to rub his putz. Imagined it was her, her finger's breadth touching him, his fingers touching her pussy.

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

pelf held his breath. This was so much substantially than jerking off to some fantasy.

sallying forth gasped as David buried his pecker with one intemperate 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 cabbage took up their tempo. fast and hard he stroked his pecker. A garish moan escaped his rim and he closed his eyes. He felt his balls harden, the orgasm as he shot his load. Hot cum on his hand, hot intimation leaving his mouth.

Panting he stood there, had to lean against a tree. He did not dare to give his oculus again. It had gone tranquillity. Had they noticed him ? Had he been that loud ? That was a scary view. The gent looked as if he could charge him apart without even getting out of breath.

Eventually he opened his eyes.

The couple was still forgetful of him. Leaning against each early they were sharing a quiet moment. He brushed a filament of her black hair aside and kissed her neck opening, murmured some words against her sweaty skin.

Quickly pelf cleaned himself, tidied himself up and closed his pants. As quietly as he could he stole sway. That was something he could replay in his mind for hebdomad, months.

And maybe he would see them again .