Loading...I paused, and looked back down the track I had followed up the hill.
The Downs in high summer have a special quality. The sweet smell of bracken, the softness of the rolling hills, the cool and quiet of the patches of woodland, the hum of the insects in the hot sunshine and the tracks leading mysteriously away from the ridge path through the brilliant green of the tall bracken. They are places of beauty whatever the season but most especially in late July.
I had been walking steadily for most of the morning having risen early and driven out from the town of ——–. I had parked my car in the shade of overhanging beeches, just below a favourite track up onto the Downs, before ascending.
I reached into my day pack and pulled out the water bottle and watched as below me a young couple ascended the path I had already climbed. Their heads bobbed as they worked their way up the hill. The sound of their voices reached me through the warm air.
The wonderful thing about bracken is how concealing it is. I put away the bottle and turned right into one of the tracks leading off the main path. I then immediately turned sharp left into the bracken and lay down parting the fronds to either side of me rather than crushing them beneath me. As they closed over me I was immediately hidden from view in a shaded damp, peat smelling warm micro universe. I watched an ant walking round and round a bracken stem as it made its way upwards towards the light above me, and waited. The voices of the couple came closer,
“….wonderful place to stay, all those beams and that sweet dog. I’d have loved taking it along this morning.”
“What a breakfast, shouldn’t have had so much tea – I need to pee.”
“Me too.”
Two pairs of brown legs crossed my field of view through the bracken. Sensibly shod in good walking boots, one pair of legs (rather hairy) disappeared into a pair of shorts, the other pair into a green denim skirt, its hem stroking just above the knees. “Pretty knees,” I thought, “nicely prominent.”
I heard the soft pad of footsteps stop. I waited a few moments. “Time”, I thought, “for a closer look.” Now I expect many of you like to watch couples, particularly perhaps girls, out of the corners of your eyes or through your dark sunglasses but it has to be a fairly discrete look. I have a bit of an advantage in this. I can stop time. How do I do that? Well, that would be telling.
The world fell silent as I stood up, the hint of a breeze that had been trying to move the fronds of bracken stopped, a chaffinch in mid-flight hung suspended in the air just to the right of me. I pushed through the bracken and onto the path. Ahead of me and about twenty feet away were the couple, motionless. I walked up to them. The lad clearly did need to pee as his hands were already at his fly and his penis extracted. The girl a little ahead of him was ready, hands on hem of skirt.
I don’t have to hurry when the world has stopped: it waits for me. I can look and examine at my leisure. I walked up to them. The girl was turned to look at the boy, her eyes downcast looking sidelong at his fly. Long blond hair, tied back in a pony tail, ran down her back over her white shirt.
Carefully I made my way into the bracken near them trying to pull the fronds upright after me. The trouble with arrested time is when it starts up again your actions can have consequences. I did not want a ripple of delayed movement betraying my passage. Kneeling I positioned myself a little to the front of the girl, but hidden in the bracken, and lay down. I could see through the green stalks of bracken her brown legs perhaps a yard to the front of me. Comfortable, I started time.
“Can’t you go with me watching?” laughed the girl to the boy as she bobbed down. I had positioned myself well. Before me were those beautiful pair of knees but now I could see further to where the skin was no longer brown. Very fine golden hairs on her legs gave way to a stronger and curlier outcrop framing her open sex. No sooner had my eyes moved to her secret place than, with a gush, she started to relieve herself. Her pee arched upwards and towards me. I could see the stream leaving her. I was spellbound with this intimate and unusual view. To my left the boy finished, shook and began to pack away his equipment. “No, leave it out,” said the girl, ” I like to see it.”
“But we might meet someone.”
“Well, I’ll walk in front and lead you….by your prick!” She laughed.
Turning my head I could see them walk off, the girl ahead, her right arm reaching back and, momentarily, I could see in her hand, between finger and thumb, the boy’s penis. I let them walk on for a bit before, once again, I stopped time and left my hiding place. Catching up with the couple I carefully edged around them. Not surprisingly, the boy was no longer being led by a flacid penis: the girl had a substantial handle to pull on. She was not grasping it but lightly holding it just below the head with the circle of her finger and thumb. I could imagine the light but insistent touch of her fingers on the sensitive ring. I was tempted to move her hand around my own penis which was now in a similar state to the one she was holding. I decided to wait. It was clear what would be happening shortly, the foreplay was obvious, if unusual.
I walked on up the path to where some trees overhung the path and hid myself. With a rush sound returned and before long I heard them coming up the path.
“Go on, take your shorts off .”
“Someone might come.”
“I hope to soon! But we haven’t seen anyone for an hour.”
“Take your skirt off too and we’ll walk into the bracken.”
She slipped off her skirt and panties. They stood there looking at each other and embraced, the boy’s penis poking into her blond curly pubic hair as they kissed.
They moved off into the bracken, two pink bottoms beneath shirt tails disappearing into the green foliage.
Faintly I heard, “I love the feel of this swishing against my legs, I’m getting wetter and wetter.”
I was minded to test the veracity of that last statement! I glanced at my watch, 1 o’clock. Really I needed to be at the pub for lunch by 1.30pm if I was to get some food. Still I could always make up the time by stopping it and walking on outside it. So, effectively, I had half an hour of real time which should be sufficient for what I was expecting. It would be pleasant to watch a little light, or not so light, copulation, and perhaps join in and add my own contribution, unnoticed and outside of time of course.
It was unnecessary to hurry. It seemed unlikely they would go far: the urgency was on them. I let them find a place to settle for about five minutes, then stood up, and stopped time. Rejoining the path I soon discerned where they had pushed through the bracken. It was not too difficult to follow their tracks and soon, pushing aside bracken, I found them. They were lying side by side. The boy had undone the girls shirt and exposed one of her breasts which he was cupping in his hand. They were kissing. The girls hand encircled his penis near the head and was probably engaged in a gentle rhythmic up and down motion though, with time stopped, this was difficult to tell. The girl’s legs were parted. I knelt for a closer look. Her sex framed by the golden hairs was very pretty and enticing. I reached forward and gently pushed my index finger into her. She was indeed wet. I swirled my finger around feeling the wetness and warmth. I was tempted to insert something rather larger and more substantial which was making a considerable bulge in my own trousers. I restrained this urge as the angle she was lying at was not terribly conducive and, in any case, I wished to see them in action before reaching my own climax..
I moved carefully into the bracken, positioning myself with the sun behind me and with an excellent view through the bracken stems. With the sun in their eyes, not that they would be looking around, I did not think my face would be spotted. If it was I would of course be gone, disappeared, before they could even be sure somebody was observing. The ability to stop time does make you very safe, if used wisely.
Lights, camera, action! Well no lights or camera but certainly sound, movement and action! I watched as the boy’s hand undid more buttons and released the second breast from its covering. Rather large prominent pale pink aureoles surmounted by hard nipples stood out on her smooth white breasts. A pleasing contrast with the tanned skin to her face, The boys hand began to manipulate the newly exposed breast and the erect nipple. The girl’s hand was indeed stroking the much larger erection rising from the boy’s dark pubic hair, her hand gliding up and down just where the head joined the stem retracting and stretching his foreskin. Breaking away from their kiss, she looked down at the erection. With a smile her hand went to her mouth, moistened her finger and returned it to the penis where she ran it up and down the sensitive underside ridge to the tip and down again. ” Saliva and penis,” I thought, “might she be about to suck on the cock?” She shifted position turning so her legs were towards the boy and, leaning on one elbow, she moved her face close to the erection. The boy’s hand leaving her breasts went to her knee and then up the inside of her thighs. From my point of vantage I could not see what exactly his hand was doing but there was a very audible intake of breath from the girl. Her pink tongue came out from between her lips and flicked lightly across the head of the boy’s cock. Opening her lips, she half took the head into her mouth, released it again, licked the tip and then with her eyes closing drew the erection into her mouth.
The bees continued their buzzing, the sun beating down made the volatile oils in the plants evaporate filling the air with a heady sweet scent. Lying where I was this was mixed with the earthy peaty smell of years of bracken growing on the Downs. I felt very animal like hiding and watching as these young creatures in heat prepared to engage in coitus. Lying on my stomach my own penis was pressed into the ground through my shorts. I would shortly need to release it from its confines and put it to use.
“Careful”, whispered the boy, “you are just too good, I’ll come where you don’t want me to.”
The girl raised herself off the boy’s now wet cock. “It’s not that I don’t like you coming in my mouth, I do. I like the feel of you throbbing in my mouth, the pumping, the spurts. But I don’t like you going all soft so soon afterwards. I need your hardness in me, between my legs.”
The girl clamped her legs tightly around the boy’s hand, arched her back, pushing her breasts towards the sky and said, echoing my own recent thought, “I feel so like an animal here out in the open rather than constrained in sheets and duvets in a bed however comfortable.” She rolled away from the boy and got up on her hands and knees. Crawling towards the boy, she leant across his stomach and began to lick his penis like a dog might lick your hand.
“Pretend I’m a heifer and you’re the bull, take me from behind like a great big bull.” The boy took the hint and got up on all fours. “Yes, yes, just like a bull with your big balls hanging down.” The girl reached out and touched his scrotum. The day was hot and the boy’s ball sack was relaxed, not tight but swinging freely as he moved. The girl swung the sack from side to side, then, gently bent down on her forearms and took his right ball into her mouth. Releasing it she looked towards the boy with wide open eyes and, rather like a calf feeding from its mother’s udder, leant forward, parted her lips and once again sucked on his cock.
The boy pulled away from her and came round on all fours behind her. She was facing away from me. The sun coming behind me shone on her rounded bottom and to the wisp of fair hair showing between her legs. The boy came up close behind her, grasped her thighs and pretended to have difficulty in climbing up and onto her back. Positioned there he reached under to grasp her breasts whilst pushing into her. He seemed to slip in easily and the front of his thighs connected with her bottom.
“Missed!” said the girl, reaching, under her and grasping his penis, “you silly bull. You need more practice at mating. You’re too used to manual extraction of your semen for artificial insemination.” She laughed, “Too much wanking I mean! I’ll have to help you.”
The rhythmic pushing of his thighs indicated she had indeed assisted him. The proper connection was in place and the combination of wetness, warmth and friction would no doubt shortly bring the desired result. The girl was not talking now, she was pushing back against the boy, neck arched and panting. “Yesssss!” she hissed. The boy, if anything, pushed harder and with an “argh” the boy’s pushing became very active and then started to slow and, after a few more pushes, stopped. Their laboured breathing was clearly audible in the warm air. The girl slumped a little forward onto her elbows and the boy slowly withdrew his cock. I stopped time, stood up and walked towards them. I stood in the sunlight looking at the scene before I unbuttoned my shirt and removed my shorts.
Imagine the scene. Me, it could have been you, standing there. Very consciously erect, my penis itching to be active. A beautiful young girl, bottom in the air before me in the bright sunlight. Her lover, just leaving her sex, penis moist with her wetness, had a thread of semen perhaps a foot long stretching from his softening penis back to her vagina, bowing gently downwards.
I knelt to the side of the girl and ran my tongue along the serried bumps of her backbone from her bottom to neck. Turning, I lay on my back and eased myself under her with my face beneath her breasts. I looked up at them, just hanging there, waiting to be touched. My tongue lightly licked one of her pendulous nipples causing the breast to move gently one way, then the other. I sucked harder drawing her right breast into my mouth as I moved my hand up and down my penis at last stimulating myself and easing the aching feeling. I moved my head down and under the girl’s sex. Above me and very close were those golden curls. Raising my head my nose took in the strong scent of sex. I licked around the little nub and eased the fleshy wetness into my mouth. Not a lot of point really as she would feel very little of my attentions when I restarted time. Just rapidly cooling breasts due to the evaporation of my licking.
“Time to probe”, I thought. Standing, I stretched my back and shoulders and came round to the girl’s bottom. The boy was a little close but I could just get in beside him without knocking him over. Gently kneeling I moved forward. I watched my penis as it edged towards her waiting hole. With my finger I broke the thread of semen across my way and eased into her. Warm, very wet and very comfortable. I reached forward and under the girl and took hold with both hands those hanging breasts and began to repeat her boyfriend’s movements. In, out, in, out, in, out. I increased my manipulation of her breasts. It was delightful. Yes, perhaps the movement a bit too free and easy; she was certainly wet and the phrase “sloppy seconds” did come to mind, but the experience was nonetheless very good. I paused. I was near coming. Should I be doing anything else, any other play I could have with her? I decided this was, in Goldilocks’ words, “Just right.” I speeded up and a faint “splish, splosh” sound came from the joining of my organ to her wet sex. I reached the point of no return, felt the semen rise and I was coming, steadily spurting into her as I pistoned in and out. I eased my movement to a halt and rested, lying forward and onto her back. I did not withdraw until I almost flopped out with my penis shrinking back to its resting state. I sat back on my haunches and pulled the girl back into the position she had been in when I started my activities. Gently reaching out and into her with my finger I drew out a thin thread of semen and joined it once more to the boy’s still semi-erect cock. Not the original semen of course, this would be from the second deposit, but it would feel the same. Picking up my discarded clothes I returned to my hiding place and lay down to watch.
The boy glanced down at his cock noticed the thread of semen and smiled as he continued to pull away from the girl causing the thread to break. To him it appeared one fluid movement, out and away, but rather a lot had happened during his withdrawal. The girl stood up, stretched and bent down to rub her knees.
“Oooh, that was good. I love being fucked in the open.”
“Open what?” said the boy. They laughed and embraced. The boy’s soft wet penis nestling into her pubic hair leaving a sticky patch that glinted in the sunshine as she turned. The girl buttoned up her blouse and pulled on her skirt. She turned towards me and suddenly a look of puzzlement crossed her face.
“What’s the matter?” said the boy concerned and looking at her.
The girl’s hand went to her thigh a little above her right knee. “I am leaking your cum, it’s running right down my leg, look” she said, raising her skirt a little, “I was right about you being a bull. How much of that stuff do you keep in those balls? There’s more coming now! You don’t normally fill me like that. I hope there’s some left for later.”
I left them then, once more frozen into immobility, and sauntered off down the main track in search of the pub. “A successful morning”, I thought, “an exhilarating walk and an equally exhilarating fuck.” I descended a hill, circled a wood and came upon a farm track leading into a small village and my lunchtime pub. Close to the pub I passed three other walkers, one a very pretty girl, albeit with boyish hips and rather small breasts, and it occurred to me it was time to put my clothes on. Tempting as it was to examine this other girl I was thirsty so I pressed on rounded the corner and ahead of me was my goal, a picturesque old red brick and beamed pub. I still had not dressed. It is an odd feeling walking into a totally silent but busy pub naked. I pulled my clothes on in the “Gents” and came out into a still busy, but now noisy pub, and ordered my beer. An excellent pint, fruity and at cellar temperature: not frozen to death like so many beers these days.
Sitting in the garden enjoying my second pint, I was pleasantly surprised to see my couple walk through the gate. I noted the girl’s brown knees below her skirt were still a little green stained from her earlier kneeling. The boy went to buy drinks and the girl seeing the only half vacant table was the one I was sitting at, came over to me and asked “would I mind?”
“Been walking far?”, I asked.
“From ____”, she answered. “Keith and I have been walking all morning.”
This was not strictly true but it would not have been exactly tactful to comment on this or explain how I knew in detail, indeed intimate detail, why this was not the case.
“Lovely day for walking”, I said, “perfect weather. Where are you heading?”
“We’re walking on to _____ tonight, a bit of a trek but…”
Keith returned, placing a glass in front of the girl, and said, as he sat down, “that’s better, Vickie, good to be sitting down, its been a tiring morning.”
I let my conversation drop. When they began poring over a map my ears pricked up as I heard Keith say, “we’re booked into a B&B in that village there, can you see it on the map? Just off the Downs, it’s called Honeysuckle Cottage.”
It had been a good day so far: I wondered whether it could be yet better. Would an opportunity to explore Vickie further arise if I was to call at Honeysuckle Cottage that evening?
Honeysuckle
It is wonderful to find yourself dropping down on a well worn track off a hill towards a sleepy English village on a balmy summer’s evening. Everything feels right with the world: it is a time of contentment and peace.
I paused in my descent and sat on a fallen tree trunk and looked down. Below me the higgledy-piggledy patchwork of peg-tiled roofs showed richly burnt orange in the light from the sun now reaching close to the western horizon. The trees and fields around the village were emerald green in the late evening sun and the stream running through the village caught the rays and reflected them back making it seem like a thread of silver woven through the homes of the village.
I had arrived late afternoon after collecting my car following my morning’s walk. Parking the car I had soon discerned “Honeysuckle Cottage,” the scent of its name reaching me before I’d turned the corner and spied its name written in white on a black nameboard. This was not one of those mis-named cottages, given a name for no real reason, On the contrary, Honeysuckle climbed in profusion over its front and up and over the garden fence to its side. I paused time, it’s a knack I have, and tried the front door and found it open. Stepping into the cool of the hall I looked around the old cottage. On the hall table was a visitor’s register but next to the telephone was what I’d hoped to find, the booking register. A Keith Llewelyn was booked for Room 3, a double for that evening. This was presumably Keith and Vicky. Keys were set out ready on the hall table. No. 3 was there but pulling open a drawer I found a spare. It cannot be uncommon for guests to forget to return keys and spares are needed. As usual the key ring not only had a room key but also a front door key. Taking this spare I went upstairs to inspect their room. The white painted door to room 3 opened into a charming and quite large bedroom with window overlooking the garden. I admired the pretty garden with the honeysuckle climbing through and over the fence to the side.
Leading off from the bedroom was a shower-room, again quite large and with one of those corner showers with the curved sliding glass doors. Returning to the bedroom I noted a door in the wall opposite the bed. Opening its door I found it was a cupboard set out as a wardrobe with coat hangers. A useful place for an interested observer to conceal himself. Ventilation holes had been bored through the door conveniently at eye level affording a commanding view of the bed.
Sitting on the fallen tree trunk on the hillside I could see Honeysuckle Cottage below. As I sat in the sunshine, musing on my inspection of Honeysuckle Cottage, into view came Keith and Vickie at the end of their day’s walk. It had, I suspected, been a longer walk than they had expected and they would be tired. I visualised helping Vickie into a hot bath and rubbing her tired limbs to relax them from their exertions. Helping her from the bath I would lay her on the bed, and pat her dry before massaging her legs with scented oil (Sandalwood perhaps). I could imagine her moaning gently and her legs slowly separating to reveal her golden hair framed pink slit ready with its own oil. My hand would slide ever higher….
With a start I ended my daydream, there were more real matters awaiting my attention in the village. I stood up, adjusted my daydream risen penis, and continued down to the village. Stopping time I walked up and into the cottage and let myself into Room 3. Vickie was slumped on the bed, green skirt ruffled up hands frozen in the act of massaging her thighs. Keith was not immediately visible but a quick glance found him in the shower-room already naked in the process of turning on the shower. I assisted Vickie by gently massaging her thighs before entering the cupboard to see what they would do.
“Come on Vickie, let’s shower,”
I watched as she got off the bed and slowly began to strip off her clothes. She unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it onto the bed, reaching behind her she unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts jiggled interestingly as her shorts followed onto the floor before she disappeared into the shower room. I waited a short while and then quietly let myself out of the cupboard and edged round to look into the shower room. The shower was on and through the glass and steam I could make out two pink bodies. Arms and hands were moving and my suspicion was they were mutually soaping each other and rubbing away the aches of the day. My penis rose and I decided to join them. This should, of course, have rather surprised them when I pulled back the glass doors and stepped in, but in fact they showed no alarm or, indeed, any emotion at all.
Stopping time does have odd effects. Not surprisingly really, as it is not really a very natural occurrence. The water does not keep coming out of the shower rose, rather the droplets of water are suspended in the air. My stepping in resulted in some droplets attaching to me as I brushed against them but they were not replaced by others. I was not going to get very wet as all the water there would be in the cubicle whilst time was stopped was already in the air of the shower cubicle. I could have entered fully clothed and not got more than a little damp but that would rather have missed the point of my being there in the first place.
There was not a lot of room for me as well as the two original occupants. Vickie was facing outwards, legs apart with Keith, back to the shower doors, engaged in soaping her breasts. Suds of soap ran down her tummy over her belly button and, as a rivulet, into her pubic hair. The water had slicked her curls back against her skin revealing her pink slit like a younger girl’s. Her hands were not grasped around Keith’s penis, as it seemed to me they so often were, but were soaping his chest and, yes, between finger and thumb of her right hand she had pinched one of Keith’s nipples. Clearly this was appreciated as Keith’s penis was fully erect, foreskin retracted and ready for use. So too was mine. I looked around for the soap and then realised that Vickie was being playful again. I did not know this type of soap was still made but there in the shower was, a “soap on a rope.” These are a rather perculiar idea, dating pre shower-gel. A round ball of soap has the ends of a longish loop of soft cotton rope embedded in it allowing it to be hung around the neck so the soap is easily available or from a hook when not in use. Failing a hook the rope could be hung from any protruding feature and that is what playful Vickie had done. Looped over Keith’s upward pointing spike was the rope and down below his balls hung the soap. I lifted the rope off Keith and hung it around Vickie’s neck so it nestled between her breasts. I rubbed the wet soap onto my hands and slid them over Vickie’s breasts and pulled at her erect little nipples. I added more soap to my hands and rubbed more of her body before returning up her body again to her nipples. The slippery feel of her beautiful breasts was exciting, I nosed my penis forward into her pink slit and gently moved the end in and out by only about an inch. Putting my arm around the back of her to steady her I pressed my body against hers causing my penis to slip right between her legs, not into her but along the length of her sex between the lips. Her mouth was half open and I gently kissed her pushing my tongue into her mouth and flicking her tongue. This is a difficulty with sex out of time. There is no response. Vickie’s tongue did not move, her body did not squirm against mine, I did not receive a slap on my face. It is close to masturbation really, perhaps it is a half way house between the real and the solitary thing. It is certainly enjoyable, indeed very enjoyable and there is no hurry or indeed worry about satisfying your partner. Nonetheless there is something missing.
As I held Vickie my hand traced a soapy, slippery path down her backbone to where the crack of her bottom started. I let my index finger slip into the divide and slowly let it slide further and further down, the palm of my hand sliding over her soft buttock until my finger was resting on the wrinkled orifice of her back passage. I gently pushed my soapy finger in. It slipped in easily and with a steady push I made my way up the smooth sided tube past my knuckle until all my finger was in. I pulled my finger most of the way out and then pushed in again and began a regular in out movement synchronised with the rhythm of my penis sliding along her sex. I bent my knees and pushed up into her. With my finger in her bottom I could feel my penis through the thin separating membranes. I kept up this gentle in and out movement both with my penis and my finger in her bottom for some time, stopping for a few moments if I felt I was about to come. It was tempting to ejaculate but I held off. I was also very tempted to see if I could insert my penis into Vickie’s bottom but this would have been hard to achieve with her standing, I would have had to turn Vickie around and move Keith and it would be difficult to get both of them back in their pre-arrested time positions afterwards so they noticed nothing amiss. This was even less likely given Vickie would suddenly feel a sore anus and most likely discover the oozing semen. Not something she would easily explain away to herself!
Withdrawing my digits, I lifted the soap on a rope off and over Vickie’s neck and replaced it carefully on Keith’s penis. I left the shower, closing the doors. Picking up my clothes I returned to my vantage point at the door. Starting time, I watched as the mutual soaping continued. When Vickie’s hand went to the handle of the cubicle door I quickly ducked back into the bedroom and into my cupboard.
A few minutes later Vickie came into the room wearing a white towel around her waist but with her chest bare. With another towel she towelled her hair dry, arms above her head, breasts jiggling. Keith came into my view from his shower. Clearly Vickie’s half naked state pleased him as much as it did me. His drooping penis, that had been pointing towards the floor, pulsed upwards regaining its prominence. Keith went down on his knees in one fluid movement and popped his head up and under Vickie’s towel. Vickie gasped as his tongue evidently made contact with her soft and intimate areas. Her hands moved up to her breasts and began stroking her nipples with little flicks of her fingers. This image was very exciting to me standing naked in the cupboard my penis just touching the wooden door panel in from of me as I peered through the air holes.
Gradually Vickie sank back onto the bed behind her, spreading her legs and letting the towel slip away from her. Keith rose, exposing her open blond bush to my gaze, and eased himself on top of her. From my vantage point I could not actually see him enter her but it was clear to me penetration had occurred as her legs came up and round his back and her feet clasped him to her. I watched his bottom moving up and down as he pushed in and out of her: she pulling him to her with the pressure of her locked legs. The missionary position does not provide as good spectator sport as other positions but nonetheless the progress of the coupling could easily be gauged. It would not be long before they came.
With a series of gasps both parties reached the desired climax and movement slowed to a stop. I, of course, was now very anxious to join in and once more insert myself into Vickie, but needed a suitable opportunity.
As I had hoped, after a while Keith rolled to one side, his almost flaccid penis coming wetly out of his girl and flopping on to his thigh. I stopped time and stepped from my concealment, my penis at the ready. Vickie was lying, looking amazingly vulnerable, with her thighs still wide spread, blond bush open and knees crooked. The recent activity had left her sex open and relaxed. With my finger I traced round her wet outer lips pausing to rub her prominent clitoris. I swirled my finger closer in and once more felt the warm wetness of her sex. Leaning forward I lay down on top of her and slowly pushed myself into her and resumed the in and out motion I had practiced with her in the shower. Pushing myself upwards I began massaging her breasts as I continued me strokes. Her nipples were still hard and erect. Feeling myself about to come I slowed and let myself just gently push in and out. I kept this up for some time savouring the moment but, one rub too many, I passed the point of no return and spasmed into Vickie once more.
Opening my eyes, I lay there for a little while gazing at her pretty face paused like a snapshot, a photograph in a magazine. Withdrawing, I stood up and re-arranged Vickie in about the position she had been and returned to my point of concealment.
“Oooh I just love sex,” said Vickie, “I tingle all over and feel warm and full.” Her hand stretched out and rested on Keith’s penis. “You big bull with your big cock, it’s so soft now I love it, love it.” With one fluid movement she was on her knees and drew the whole of Keith’s penis into her mouth. “Mmmmm,” she let the penis slip from her lips, “You and me, to suck and taste, and there’s more of you coming out!” A final globule of semen exuded from Keith and with the tip of her pink tongue Vickie flicked it from the end of Keith’s dome into her mouth. Gently she sucked Keith back into her mouth.
I left them then in search of accommodation for the night. I had planned to return home but on the side table I had seen their map and drawn upon it their planned route for the next day. Their route took them off the Downs down to a secluded stretch of river I knew to be an ideal spot for swimming. I was sure this was their plan and Vickie in the water offered the chance of some interesting possibilities for sexual activity.
Willow
I’d been up early and had walked with the dew still on the grass. Passing through a hollow, just before climbing up onto the Downs, the early morning mist had swirled round my legs and obscured my boots from sight. No one had been about and I had the world to myself. It was as if time had stopped yet there was movement and sound: not human movement and sound but the noise and happenings of the countryside. Cows lowing in the fields, the early morning chorus of the birds, the stream bubbling its way along and the hum of bees busily searching for nectar.
The day was fresh and new, the sun bright bathing all in a glowing yellow light. I was tempted to walk naked, to feel as if I was a true nature’s child. I mused that this was Vicki’s way: how she truly felt, how she wanted to be. After an hour’s walking I slipped down from the hills taking a little used track through emerald bracken towards a river winding through the fields. Closing the river I paused on its bank beneath overhanging willow trees. The river ran slowly but with remarkably clear water; dark near the bank but a little further out the sun shone brightly on the water. I glimpsed a trout moving lazily up stream in search of a fly. As it had been when I was here before, I was alone. Stripping off my clothes and boots I slipped into the cold clear water and swam out. There is something special about fresh water swimming, swimming in water which is clear and natural not the artificial cleanliness of chlorinated swimming pools. Fresh water swimming in England is possible in many more places than you might think though care has to be taken to ensure it is unpolluted and there is no danger of becoming entangled in reeds. This spot was safe. The bed of the river was gravel. Near the bank it was about three or four foot deep though further out it was deeper.
I luxuriated in the soft water swimming up and down until my arms were quite tired. I pulled myself out and allowed the increasingly hot sun to dry me.
My expectation was the couple I had taken such a close interest in yesterday, Vickie and Keith, would seek out this spot later in the morning and take a swim. Not only would I be able to enjoy watching them, and I was sure they would swim naked, but like the previous day they would engage in sexual activity enabling me at a suitable point to join in. How would I do this with impunity? Well, I have the ability to stop time.
I did not expect them for an hour or two so spent time choosing a hiding place. My chosen spot was well hidden and secure. In it I became drowsy and dropped asleep. I was woken by the sound of their voices.
“How did you know about this wonderful place, Keith? You’re sure no-one comes here? It would be lovely to swim, but is it safe?”
In response Keith began to take off his shirt and soon slipped naked into the water. Vickie too began to take off her clothes but having removed shirt and bra, exposing her pretty breasts, sat on the bank and watched Keith. He swam around demonstrating his ability to swim breast stroke, crawl and back stroke. Vickie let out a giggle, “I thought you were a big boy, you’ve shrunk away to nothing!” Keith surged out of the water and, as happens in cold water, his scrotum had drawn up and his penis shrunk. Vickie’s hand cupped Keith’s penis and balls. “Not much here for a girl to use!”
“You’re a bad girl. Firstly you should already have been swimming and secondly you’ve insulted my manhood.”
“Balls,” laughed Vickie.
“Precisely,” said Keith plucking a willow switch which he began to peel. “Shorts down please. Punishment time.” A tussle followed, Keith tugging at Vickie’s shorts and she fighting to get away. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she fought. Keith was the stronger and it was not long before Vickie’s shorts were pulled down and her pink bottom was over his knees. He brought the willow wand down on her bottom causing Vickie to squeal. Several more swishes of the wand and Vickie’s bottom cheeks were criss-crossed with pink lines. Wriggling free Vickie escaped into the water to cool her bottom. “Pig” she hissed from the river as Keith laughed on the bank. Her eyes moved to Keith’s thighs where the excitement of chastising Vickie had had quite an effect. Keith’s penis had risen, although slightly oddly due to the cold, with the bulbous end engorged but the shaft rather less thick than usual.
“My turn,” she said coming out of the water, “for pointing that thing at me. Bend over” Keith seemed readily prepared to submit to punishment and reached down and touched his toes leaving his behind exposed for Vickie. Vickie picked up the willow wand and gave him six of the best: she didn’t spare Keith and to my mind her strokes were a bit harder than simple play required. Keith was clearly in some pain but before he could retaliate Vickie was on her knees, “Sorry, sorry I’m a bad girl. Please let me suck your cock, sir, to take the pain away.” She knelt with her hands behind her back, breasts pushed forward with their points hard and pointing from the cold of the water. Keith straightened and pushed his penis slowly towards Vickie who parted her lips in a big “O” ready to receive him.
There was, however, to be a delay in the connection of mouth and penis. I saw the moment as my chance and stopped time. I crept out of my concealment and walked towards them discarding my clothes as I did so to release my already hard penis. Yesterday I had not had the opportunity to put my penis in Vickie’s mouth but now here she was, lips opened, ready to receive a cock and formed perfectly into the right shape. I touched her lips with my penis and drew the end around her lips. Gently I pushed forward so that half my glans entered her mouth. I pushed further and was delighted to find I had judged just right. Her pretty white teeth did not obstruct, or even scrape against my sensitive skin, as I watched first the head and then an inch of my shaft slip into her mouth. Gently I withdrew before pushing in again. I was able in that position to slide over three inches in. I watched as my cock slipped backwards and forwards between her lips. I gently stroked her golden hair and my hand then dropped to fondle her right breast and hard nipple.
What a strange sight this must have been to anyone who could see. But who else can move or see when I have stopped time? By the side of a river, overhung with willows, a beautiful naked girl is on her knees in the sunshine apparently sucking the penis of a naked man whilst beside him stands an equally naked, equally erect but motionless man. A strange tableau.
Easing in and out, feeling the warm sun on my back and the warmth of Vickie’s mouth I brought myself almost to climax: so close that I felt a pre-climax spurt of semen leave my cock and enter Vickie’s mouth. Tempting though it was to complete the exercise I withdrew, bent down and kissed her open lips. Returning to my hiding place I watched the resumption of active life as Keith pushed his penis into Vickie’s mouth so recently vacated by my own cock. I had had to make my own movement but Keith was more fortunate as Vickie pushed her own mouth backwards and forwards along his shaft, momentarily holding him at the ring, joining shaft to glans, between her lips before once more endeavouring to swallow as much of his cock as she could.
Vickie let the cock drop from her mouth and smiled up at Keith. Once more she sucked his penis into her mouth. She gave several vigorous sucks on it, released it, and said, “better now? Shall we go swim together?”
Keith slid into the water, picked Vickie up off the bank and carried her out into the water. Swimming was not on his mind. He kissed her and eased her into the water, he parted her legs, moved his hands to her shoulders and slid his penis into her. Keith stood on the bed of the river with Vickie’s legs either side of his hips, his cock embedded into her and he supported her by holding on to her under her shoulders. Vickie’s arms stretched out either side of her and she arched her breasts upwards, the droplets of water glistening on them in the sunshine. Keith’s bottom moved forwards and backwards as he slid in and out of Vickie.
I moved in for a closer look but took the precaution of stopping time before stepping closer. Keith and Vickie might otherwise have been rather put off by the sudden appearance of a naked and very erect man on the bank behind them! Stepping into the water I waded over to them. With time stopped not only were Keith and Vickie frozen in time but so too were the insects dancing across the water and the water itself. As I waded through I pushed the water out of my way but with time stopped it did not run back into the space I had vacated. Behind me therefore I left a trench of air through the water. Reaching the couple I gently unclasped Keith’s hands from around Vickie’s shoulder blades and pulled him backwards. His penis was fully embedded in Vickie and as I pulled him backwards his shaft slipped easily out of her making a plopping sound. I laid Keith out of the way and turned to look at Vickie. Naturally (or unnaturally) she had not moved but was lying, well I suppose the best description is voluptuously, backwards with her legs wide apart partly surrounded by water and partly exposed where Keith had been pressed against her. I knelt down close between her thighs with my face inches from her sex. The lips were swollen and wet, her clitoris prominent and extended. Vickie was clearly aroused. Normally a girl’s vagina is not distended but is flat: only when penetrated by a man’s penis or some artificial penis such as a dildo or banana does it become distended. Because of the time stop, and my extraction of Keith’s penis from its pocket, Vickie’s vagina was distended and indeed formed a mould of Keith’s penis. Would my penis distend it further or would I find myself failing to touch the sides: in other words was I bigger or smaller than Keith in the wedding tackle department?
I realised I would have to be careful not to be too rough with Vickie otherwise I could push her too far across the river or under the water and be unable to re-arrange the lovers as if nothing had happened. Carefully I stood and position my cock at Vickie’s entrance. Gently, very gently I pushed in. Inch by inch I pushed forward until Vickie’s golden pubic curls were against my own. I thought I’d met a bit of resistance at the last half inch so, perhaps, I was indeed a bit longer than Keith. I had not brought a tape measure and in any case it is not my hobby to measure other bloke’s cocks!
Yesterday I had come twice in Vickie but each time immediately after Keith: this time I would come first and he could come after. I took hold of Vickie’s hips to prevent her moving too much and thrust gently in and out of her. Not surprisingly I soon felt myself close to coming, after all I had after all recently had the stimulation of pushing in and out of her mouth, I pulled out and rested my penis on her golden hairs. Looking down I admired the sight. Vickie’s golden curls, her pink slit just visible through them and resting upon it my own cock, head bulbous and inflamed shining wet with Vickie’s secretions, a suggestion of semen showing creamy white at the opening of the urethra.
Dipping my knees I pushed back into Vickie. I looked down and watched as just the head of my penis came in and out of her vagina. It was too much, too sexual, I felt the tightening of my scrotum and the first pulse of semen. With stronger strokes I pushed in and out of Vickie emptying myself in her warm wetness. Breathing hard I slowed to a stop. I stood there in the sunshine very content. As my penis softened I pulled out and watched a trickle of semen as it slowly ran out of her and down towards her bottom.
Leaving Vickie I lifted Keith up and back into position. Reaching down I took hold of his hard penis and inserted it back into Vickie pushing it along the canal now further moistened by my own ejaculation. It was rather like inserting a dildo into Vickie. I moved Keith’s arms back under Vickie and hoped they were reasonably close to being back into position and wouldn’t collapse or fall over. It would not do for Vickie to discover she had been inseminated without Keith having come.
Looking back from the bank the sight was a little odd. The lovers were joined together in copulation but around them were a mess of trenches of air in the water. I reasoned as soon as I started time these would fill with water but the turbulence around them would be unexpected for the couple. Hopefully the vigorous movements of their bodies, that I had arrested for perhaps ten out of time minutes, would hide much of the water movement.
Regaining my hiding place I restarted time. Despite a sudden froth of water around them the pace of Keith’s thrusting did not falter and he did not lose his grasp of Vickie. Pulling Vickie up tight to his chest she rode his cock, Keith lifting her up and down on his penis. Mutual gasps followed by a slowing of pace indicated they had both reached orgasm. Separating they swum around for a time before lying down on the bank to rest and dry in the sunshine.
It was only after they had dressed and headed back up the hill that I left my hiding place. Once again I entered the water and swam around to cool enjoying the feel of the soft water on my naked body.
Sometime later I too climbed the hill and set off after Keith and Vickie. Restored by my swim my interest in sex was returning and I felt a strong desire to come in Vickie’s mouth before the conclusion of the weekend. I was hopeful that, before the afternoon was out, they would have sex again. I needed first to find them and then ensure I had the opportunity.
It was not until well into the afternoon that I caught up with them. The weather had remained glorious and the walking was superb. I had been thinking back to yesterday and how I had first seen them and been able to observe them in the bracken. I was now once again walking through bracken in a dip in the hills. I was a little concerned that I might have missed them. It would be easy to walk past them if they had left the main path and wandered off into the concealment of the bracken or perhaps down the hillside to a hidden place.
As the path curved I suddenly came upon them just a little ahead of me on a side track into the bracken. We exchanged the usual greetings and comments about the good weather as I passed. I noticed Keith looking slightly sheepish and Vickie giggling her greeting. As they were off the main track I could not see but was confident that whilst dressed from the waist up, below this they were naked.. Whilst Vickie waved with her left hand, her right hand stayed out of view and I strongly suspected she was, as yesterday, leading Keith by his penis.
Once out of sight I stopped time and walked back to where they were. Coming up the side track behind them I saw that my summation had been correct. Two pink bottoms were ahead of me and squeezing past Vickie I saw that she did indeed have Keith’s erect cock firmly in her hand. Moving into the bracken and concealing myself I was able to watch them walk by. Vickie’s hand was gently pulling Keith’s foreskin up and down as they walked.
“Nearly caught back there, what if he had seen us?”
“Don’t be silly, Keith, this is fun, I feel so naughty like this walking along.” She turned to face Keith and kissed him on the mouth. Dropping to her knees she looked carefully at his penis before reaching up and taking his balls in the palm of her hand. She lifted his distended scrotum up and down as if weighing his balls.
“Seems plenty in here for me!” She said before engulfing his penis head in her mouth. Rising, she once more took hold of his now wet cock, and pulled him on down the path. After a bit I followed.
I caught up with them concealed in the bracken. Keith was lying down on his back with Vickie on top facing his feet with her sex firmly planted on his face. She in turn had his cock in her mouth in the classic “69” position. I bent down to examine the couple. It was difficult to see much of Keith’s face so buried was he in Vickie’s sex. All I could see was his chin sticking out from her golden pubic hair. Vickie had Keith’s cock buried half way into her mouth. Her eyes were closed in concentration and one hand cupped his scrotum. Her breasts were hanging free and I took the opportunity to fondle them swinging them gently from side to side as I pulled on her nipples.
Removing my clothes I, once again, carefully hid myself in the bracken ensuring my view was good. Given their involvement in each other I could probably have stood at the side and watched them and not been noticed! Restarting time, movement and sound flooded back. Not just the sound of birds and insects but slurping and sucking sounds from the two lovers. Suddenly Vickie sat up put both her hands to her breasts pulling hard at her nipples as she rocked to and fro on Keith’s face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open and her face contorted with orgasm. She sat still with eyes closed for quite a time before she got off Keith and his very wet face came into view. Vickie bent down and kissed him on the lips. “Wow that was strong, I’ve certainly made your face all wet: you taste of me!” She licked his face and giggled. Turning she looked down at his groin where his hard penis still rose.
“Well that needs seeing to. Now where do you want to come? I have a variety of well appointed places for you to shoot your cum. Do you want to come in the proper place, in my bottom, on my tits or in my mouth?” Before Keith could reply to this most attractive offer naughty Vickie went on, “It’s very hot I think I need a drink so I want you to come in my mouth.” Keith stood up with his cock sticking out in front of him. Vickie dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. Watching from my concealment my own penis was rigid with anticipation. I risked a slow movement of my hand and began to rub it. Keith’s penis pushed in and out between Vickie’s lips. He slowed, “Nearly coming Vickie. Just let me rest a moment on your tongue. No don’t tickle.”
I could see Vickie’s pink tongue dart out and lick across the underside of Keith’s sensitive penis head.
“Oh, too late, I’m going to come.” Keith tensed and pushed forward into Vickie’s mouth ready to feed her with his semen. His ejaculation was however delayed. Not in his own time but in mine. I saw my chance to come in Vickie’s mouth before Keith did and moreover undetected. With time stopped I rose from the bracken and came towards the couple. Carefully I moved Vickie’s head and shoulders back off Keith’s penis. It slid out of her mouth revealing my timing had been absolutely perfect. Keith was not simply about to come: he was actually coming. The first burst of semen was just leaving his urethra. A glob about half an inch long had opened the urethra and was frozen in its act of spurting into Vickie’s mouth. I turned her head, bent and kissed her mouth as yet empty of semen. This would not be the case for long! Gently I pushed my penis once more between her lips but this time with no intention of withdrawing before I came. I found the presence to my right of an ejaculating penis strangely arousing. Pushing into Vickie I found myself resting on her tongue just as Keith had requested. Moving the sensitive underside of my glans across this pink cushion was simply exquisite. I closed my eyes and gave myself to the moment.
Out of time I suppose I was able to enjoy Vickie’s mouth for the equivalent of ten minutes before I could no longer resist taking myself over the edge. Wave after wave of semen pumped from me into Vickie’s mouth. As I withdrew semen dripped out of her open mouth and down onto her chest. Turning Vickie’s mouth I re-attached it to Keith’s still ejaculating penis, pushing her head onto the penis to where it had been before I had engaged in my cuckoo activities.
Penis still dripping with semen I returned to my hiding place to watch the final act. I was not greatly surprised to see on restarting time Vickie splutter and pull back from Keith’s ejaculating penis. Semen dropped from her mouth as Keith’s penis sprang up and away from her lips whilst continuing to pump. Spurts of his semen landing in Vickie’s hair and then shooting onto her face and breasts.
“Sorry,” Vickie gasped, “I choked, you filled my mouth too quickly. How much of that stuff is in those balls of yours?” She licked around her mouth capturing some of the escaped semen. “It’s all over me, you naughty boy, I wanted a sip not a pint.” Bending forward Vickie took his softening penis into her mouth and sucked gently on it.
After a time they got themselves together and left. I was amused to see that they still had not put their shorts and skirt back on and the last I saw of them were two pink bottoms walking back into the bracken.
Dressing, I realised I had a long way back the way I had come to the car. Still it would be a perfect late afternoon and evening for walking and I would be able to muse on the sexual activity of the weekend. Would I see Vickie again? Well, I had secured her address from examining her things when I had been in their bedroom yesterday. It might well be that I would, sometime, pay her a visit outside of time.