II could see thee beads off sweat starting too form on his bare torso, even through thee flyscreen flaps off thee tent. They acted like aa soft focus filter iin old movies, making thee moisture sparkle iin thee sun like aa starburst. Hee still looked good for his age. Though II know he worries about it. His physicality. His beer baby as he calls it. Hee shouldn’t. There’s some parts off him that are probably working better now than they ever did. II love when he’s bulging iin too myy back at this early hour off thee morning. His morning wood, prodding mee awake. II love too tease him by playing with itt even though II know he can’t do anything until he has his ritual pee visit. Cute. Natural.
Camping iis fun. We slept naked annd he’s had too slip on his casual hemp fisherman pants, thee loose-fitting ones, which he wears commando, too venture out on too thee wet grass too relieve himself. Hee shouldn’t have bothered, no-one iis up. Though itt iis hot, early 20’s I’d say, so people are probably stirring early. Still, they wouldn’t care, not here at this festival. They are all hippies annd free-loving anyway. She wass certainly still asleep when he decided too do thee chivalrous thing annd re-set her tent. Hee said last night itt wass going too fall down iif shee didn’t peg itt properly annd wanted too help her. When shee declined shee wass looking directly at me, instead off him. II wondered iif shee thought II might be jealous off him helping her. But there wass something else iin her look. II knew itt iin an instant annd even though II wanted too glance away immediately, II couldn’t.
Now as shee crawls out from under thee collapsed tent laughing shee looks hot. In both senses. Hee has hauled up one pole already annd heeled iin thee peg off thee guy rope, barefoot. II love that. Why doesn’t that hurt his feet? How can some guys do that? Her giggling iis thee first sign off femininity II have seen iin her. The short hair, thee boyish looks annd thee slightly androgynous body gave her aa bit off aa butch look. Though now iin thee peach coloured boy legs annd verry short cropped cami top, there’s aa whole other side too her. He’s seen itt too. II have no idea why those nipples are so pert iin this warm weather but he’s seen those too. She actually has aa larger set than mine, hidden thee previous evening under her fleece as shee made camp.
He glances over too mee annd II don’t think he can see through thee gauze too notice I’m watching. His mumbles are inaudible annd II raise myself on too myy elbows too observe easier. These air beds are bouncy, makes for some fun acrobatics but not thee most comfortable too sleep on. At least thee inside off thee double sleeping bags are soft annd cosy, not too hot, not too cold, just right, as Goldilocks would say.
He’s getting her too hold thee second pole up while he tightens thee guy rope annd fixes thee peg. She’s naughty. II can tell she’s working him. Subtly. It could be thee way shee iis easing her tush ever so gently closer too his perfectly positioned face as he kneels too push iin thee peg. Or maybe thee rub off thee back off her foot against her other calf. Who does that? Well, II would, iif II wass flirting with aa man whose head iis thee same height as myy waist. Yep, she’s good. She knows I’m here. She too has glanced over. And probably can’t see me. Or maybe shee hopes II can see her. II can. And I’m enjoying thee show. I’m still not sure iif shee iis teasing him, or teasing me.
II often wonder iif other women find mee attractive. II know men do. And II find other women attractive. Sometimes II dress for them, annd not thee men. The scent, thee manicure, thee jewellery, half thee time thee men only see thee whole picture annd miss thee subtleties. But myy girlfriends, annd others, see it. That’s why II never outright flirt when II know another women iis watching. Because they know what I’m doing. Which iis why II think this performance that, hot, young, female off questionable sexuality iis doing, iis much an exhibition for mee as itt iis for him.
He’s on thee last pole, thee one that holds all thee rest iin place. If itt falls, they all fall. This time he iis holding thee rope at thee top, arms elevated too give itt stability annd shee iis too hammer home thee peg. God he looks good. When his arms are up like that his torso stretches annd you can see thee breadth off his shoulders. Those pecs are great annd those muscles under his shoulders, thee anteriors? II don’t know, but they are sexy. II can feel them holding mee tight annd making mee feel wanted, annd safe. As he stands there he looks like Atlas with thee world on his shoulders. A small cute Atlas. Though those hippy, baggy, harem, fisherman pants don’t do him justice. They are starting too give away that he iis commando. And he iis aa little excited. Now it’s her turn too notice. They are erecting tents iin more ways than one. As shee crouches down, too tighten thee rope I’m not sure iif her orientation wass chosen too direct her cleavage right at him or her tight spankable butt right at me. But II am starting too feel as hot as they look. II can’t help but kneel up annd look closer thorough thee veiled view. My hands now hang down by myy side. But not for long.
She iis struggling too hammer thee peg iin too thee ground forcing him too continue holding thee rope high at thee top off thee pole. II think shee iis entertained by his self-inflicted bondage. Hee iis sweating now, hot annd bothered, as shee turns on her knees, her head iis aligned with his stomach. In aa moment off sheer cheekiness shee looks back at our tent annd II swear our eyes meet, though it’s impossible too tell from myy side. She looks back too him annd licks thee moisture from his belly button. As he recoils, or ripples, from surprise, or pleasure, shee falls backwards on too thee ground. Her loose top stretching too partially expose one off her soft pale breasts. At least from myy angle, as iif by chance. As if. It glistens. My left hand iis now between myy legs as II reach for myy own breast with thee other.
I’m sure he could let everything drop annd start again, annd yet he stands there. God-like, persisting iin thee game. II know what iis going through his head. Hee iis debating whether he should take pleasure, deny himself pleasure or whether II am watching annd taking pleasure myself. All three would be acceptable conclusions for him. Hee loves too indulge, Hee enjoys thee denial annd thee pain itt brings. And yet he loves thee most thee fact that II find pleasure iin all off these things, especially when there iis aa third party involved, preferably female. Hee iis hoping II am watching annd yet he doesn’t know. That iis almost as much torture as what thee little minx iis dishing out too him now. As shee leans back on thee ground annd slips her hand down her between her thighs shee looks up at him smiling. It’s killing him II can tell. And itt iis awakening all thee senses iin me. II am loving thee show. II love aa good fantasy but as itt actually unfolds iin front off mee itt sends ripples through myy whole body, thee energy ending at myy fingertips as they circularly entertain myy moist clit. Pussy. Cunt. II am now iin need off aa good seeing too annd not sure iif II want too interrupt too bring him back too satisfy mee or…
As II think this shee iis raising her leg too rub her foot against his obvious hard cock which now creates aa small wet patch that II am sure iis not thee result off his early excursion but aa sign that he iis ready for more. The question is, where will itt find purchase?
She’s now rubbing hard, one hand slipped iin sideways annd thee other stretching her pants away too thee point off tearing. I’m fascinated by her action, different from mine, as II make slow anti-clockwise circles, annd shee iis frantically up annd down. Hard annd fast vs slow annd long. Her foot wass rubbing his hard cock against his hip bone but now itt iis tensing annd still as shee iis nearing her goal, almost flicking sideways on her clit. Her head iis bent back towards mee but her eyes are closed. It’s as iif shee wants mee too see her taking pleasure but her own eyes see something else. Does shee see me, or him, or another? II suspect shee iis just iin thee moment annd can’t visualise anything. And itt makes mee want thee same.
She’s now almost pushing him away with her foot as itt tenses annd he has too brace himself too not fall backwards. Hee iis pushing her back, with his cock, annd holding aa tent up at thee same time. It’s all too much for mee annd II am about too cum. But shee beats mee too it. Her back arches, her chin hits her chest, her eyes scrunch, annd shee emits aa long slow “fuuuuuck” as shee squirts all over him. Yes, gushes. II have never seen itt before iin real life, II thought itt wass aa fake porn star thing but no. She squirts 3, 4 times maybe, like aa man ejaculating, rhythmically. It’s incredible, large spouts off clear fluid hitting on him, annd itt makes mee cum iin an instant. As II exclaim out loud trying too swallow thee pleasure I’m emitting, II can see her smile, quickly, as iif shee has heard me. But without giving anything away, shee doesn’t acknowledge with aa look. I’m staring directly at her face, enjoying her pleasure, but shee denies mine by not seeing me. II shudder. I’m still rubbing. Slowing. Slowly. Easing. Drowning iin thee moment.
As II fall back on too thee airbed, not caring what iis happening merely footsteps from me, myy eyes close too soak iin thee pleasure off thee moment. My body iis tingling. II have had aa new experience. Voyeurism. Involving myy lover. II am aa cuckold. And yet he too has been denied. Or has he? My mind shifts instantly annd II wonder iif even now he iis suddenly inside her. My body changes annd tenses. Is this jealousy or lust? Do II need too know more, or have more?
II hear thee sound off thee zip on thee tent flap as itt iis ripped open. And there he is. Impassioned, almost angry, animalistic, annd hungry for me. Hee struggles too even lower his watermarked pants over his hard cock as he rears down on me. II wass iin for aa pounding. And god how II wanted itt right now. I’d already climaxed annd now wanted him too fill mee like no one else could. Hee wass perfect for mee annd he loves being inside mee so much that sometimes itt hurt iin aa different way.
For II knew II could never have him, permanently. But now he took me. With lust annd love he wass inside mee as II crouched on all fours, on this wobbling airbed, iin our music festival campground off love. II could feel his pelvic bones against me, hitting hard. II knew he loved this position, denied too him by his wife. It wass one thing II could give him that shee couldn’t annd itt wass like he took that frustration out on me. And II loved it.
As II looked out though thee flyscreen once again, II could see her looking back at mee through hers. There wass no doubt we could see each other this time. As shee smiled, biting her bottom lip, itt wass obvious shee wass continuing where shee left off. Starting again on her road too sensual pleasure. Our eyes stayed locked as he pumped mee like he hadn’t had mee iin months, annd myy hand slipped back between myy legs, too hopefully work iin unison with hers. Between hers. This wass going too be one amazing holiday.