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BIRD WATCHING
By Eoghann Irving
eoghann@thenet.co.uk
http://www.cryogen.com/shadowz
Mike's hand trembled as he adjusted the focus on his binoculars. He
couldn't believe his luck. He had come here to do a little bit of bird
watching, but this was much better. She was gorgeous. His binoculars
travelled slowly up her long, brown legs pausing where the black bikini
bottoms she wore had slipped between the cleft of her buttocks. The smooth
skin of her back was acheingly tempting. If only he could reach out and
kiss it.
Suddenly, she sat up. Mike's cock twitched as he stared at her full
breasts, bobbing gently as she moved. The woman flicked her long hair from
her eyes. Mike increased the magnification and trained his binoculars on
those quivering mounds. The focus was sharp. He could clearly see her pink
nipples, slightly stiff in the sea breeze. Pulling back again, he noticed
that the woman was glancing around.
She was sitting on a small beach. Surrounded on three sides by cliffs, it
was an isolated spot. There were no boats at sea. She was all alone.
Except for Mike and it was unlikely that should could see him from that
angle. Evidently deciding that she was on her own, she stood up and pulled
down her bikini bottoms. Mike reached down with one hand and squeezed his
penis enjoying the sensations that shot through his body.
As he rubbed himself, he kept his eyes trained on the woman and her
luscious backside, swaying as she walked towards the sea. Disappointment
welled up as she walked into the water and began to swim. Although her
body was now hidden from view, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He sat
there, waiting eagerly for the next tiny glimpse of her flesh that the sea
would permit.
Eventually she grew tired of swimming and returned to the beach. Mike's
cock, which had returned to it slumbers woke instantly. She stepped from
the sea, water running down her tanned body. Breasts bouncing as she
walked. Oh how he would love to cup that flesh and taste it with his
tongue. His eyes were drawn to the v between her legs. It was as brown as
the rest of her body, he noticed. A smile crept over his face. Did she
sunbathe here often he wondered.
She stretched out on her towel, this time lying on her back, to Mike's
great pleasure. She had not lain there for long before she sat up again.
Reaching out, she picked up bottle of sun tan lotion. Mike couldn't
believe his luck. She squirted some of the lotion into her hand and began
to rub it onto her shoulders. If only it was him caressing her flesh. As
her hands moved down from her shoulders onto her breasts, Mike could stand
it no longer.
Rolling over onto his side, he unzipped his jeans, and pulled his penis
free. The woman seemed to be spending far more time than was necessary
rubbing the lotion into her breasts, kneading them gently. Her nipples
were stiffening under all the attention they were receiving.
Mike took a firm grasp of his shaft, and began to slide his hand up and
down his cock, pulling the foreskin down over the head of his prick. His
mind conjuring up all sorts of possibilities as he luxuriated in the
feelings moving through his body.
"Hello." The female voice came from behind him. In a panic, he rolled
onto his stomach, not even bothering to try and zip himself up. He glanced
about wildly, looking for the source of the greeting.
It was Jenny. His stomach lurched and flipped. It would have to be her
who caught him like this. He just hoped she didn't stay too long. It
would be a shame to miss the rest of the show. And that was the least of
his worries. If she worked out what he was doing he doubted she'd ever
speak to him again.
"Hi Jen," He tried to smile as naturally as possible.
"What'cha doing?" She asked smiling back. Mike felt a surge of warmth as
he basked in her smile.
"Nothing much." He hoped his voice sounded casual, but the combination of
his earlier viewing and Jenny's outfit was making it difficult. He was
acutely conscious of his erection pressing into the soft ground.
Perhaps noticing his gaze, Jenny smile again. "It's a new outfit. What do
you think?" She asked, twirling round to give him a fulll view..
It was a sunny day and Jenny was wearing a very tight fitting blue T-shirt
that made it blatantly obvious that she was not wearing a bra. To add to
his distraction she was also wearing a pair of denim jeans cut very short
and very tight fitting. Suddenly aware that he was staring at her, he
turned away so that he was facing the sea.
"Hot outfit for a hot day." He said, wincing as he heard himself. Very
subtle!
"See anything interesting?" Jenny tried again, moving closer to him.
Mike made the mistake of turning back towards her. She was standing almost
on top of him now and he found himself staring straight at her crotch. He
felt his face redden and looked down at the ground.
"A few birds." He shrugged, hoping she would change her line of
questioning. Between that and her proximity, his cock was showing no
signs of softening any time soon.
Jenny sat down next to him, obviously expecting him to continue talking.
He desperately searched his mind for something to say, but could think of
nothing. He could feel himself blushing again.
"Lets see." Jenny reached over for the binoculars. Mike jerked them away
from her hands.
"Come on." She stretched out so that her chest was only inches from his
face. Mike could clearly see the imprint of her nipples on the soft fabric
of her T-shirt. Any other time he would have been in heaven over such an
action.
"Why are you lying like that?" She asked. "Isn't it uncomfortable, or do
you have something to hide."
"I'm fine." Mike felt increasingly flustered. It seemed like she was
coming on to him. Why now?
"I saw the way you looked at me. Have you got a hard on?" Jenny
whispered. "Is that it? Don't you want me to see your tool?"
Giggling she began to try and turn him over, pushing at him. Mike grabbed
at her to try and stop her, she moved slightly and he found his hands
clutching her breasts. Horrified, he pulled them away quickly.
"What an animal!" Jenny was still laughing. Her face was flushed and her
eyes sparkled. Mike had never seen her like this before. She was usually
so quiet. He lay back and stared into her dark brown eyes. Staring
straight back at him, she leant slowly forward until her lips were almost
touching his.
Suddenly she shoved him and rolled him, over moving on top of him with a
yell of triumph. Mike stared up at her in horror. It wouldn't be much
longer before she noticed. What would she do? Would she scream? Laugh?
He was in an agony of suspense. She must be able to feel his hardness
pressing against her as it was..
Taking advantage of his distraction Jenny grabbed the binoculars from him.
Grabbing at the unexpected opportunity, Mike swiftly rolled onto his
stomach again. He sighed with relief before realising the new danger.
He could only watch in anguish as Jenny looked through the glasses.
Perhaps she wouldn't look down at the beach. Yeah right!
"Bird watching?" Jenny asked archly. "And just what sort of bird have you
been watching?" Mike felt himself blushing again. Jenny laughed. Well, at
least she didn't seem upset. Was he really going to get away with this?
"You perv. Do you like watching women then?" Her voice was teasing rather
than angry. "Shit, she's gorgeous. I'd be happy to let men leer at me if
I had a body like that." Mike stared at Jenny in surprise.
"Have you looked in the mirror recently?" He asked, turning his head away
when he realised what he had said. When would he learn not to say
everything on his mind.
"I reckon a perv like you'd look at any girl who didn't have clothes on."
Jenny replied. "Shit!"
"What?" Mike asked.
"You won't believe what she's doing. The tart!"
Mike grabbed the binoculars back off Jenny and peered through them. The
woman had given up all pretence of rubbing in sun tan lotion and was openly
masturbating. Mike pressed his throbbing dick against the soft earth as he
watched the woman's fingers disappear inside her cunt.
"You don't seem very surprised." Jenny commented. "What were you watching
her doing before?" Mike did not reply. How the hell was he ever going to
get off this subject?
"I bet she makes a habit of this." Jenny continued. "She's probably
getting off on the thought of perverts like you staring at her and rubbing
their cocks." Mike felt his face heat even more. That was too close,
Jenny stared at him, a calculating look on her face.
"Let's go." She said.
"I'm fine here." He replied. Oh fuck!
"Wanna watch the rest of the show?" She mocked. Mike put the binoculars
down on the ground.
"No." He said, but it didn't sound convincing to his ears.
Jenny turned to look at him. There was a slight look of hurt in her face
now. Mixed with confusion.. Suddenly she shoved him. Pushing hard on his
shoulder. Taken by surprise, Mike rolled with the blow. It didn't take
long for him to realise his mistake.
Jenny stared at his crotch, at his still hard penis bared to the world. He
closed his eyes. He knew what was coming next.
"Well, you have been naughty haven't you?" She said in a bitter voice.
"Did I interrupt your wank? I can go if you like. I'm sure the slut would
be happy to give a repeat performance." She stood up and turned away from
him.
"Jenny..." Mike called out. He wasn't sure what to make of her reaction.
He would have understood if she had been angry. She kept walking.
He lunged to his feet and began to follow her, his hands trying to push
his, now less enthusiastic, cock back into his jeans. She hadn't gone far,
but much further and they would be surrounded by people. There was no way
he could explain things to her then.
"Hey, wait." He shouted. Jenny turned and looked at him. Her eyes were
tearful.
Mike opened his mouth, then realised he had no idea what to say. Jenny
started to turn away again.
"I'm sorry." He blurted. "I didn't mean to offend you." That stopped
her. "I like you Jenny" He continued babbling, "I'm sorry. I want to
make it up to you."
She turned to face him and shook her head.
"You didn't offend me. If that tart wants to perform in public, there's no
reason why you shouldn't watch and enjoy it." She said, "Its just, I
thought..." She trailed off. "It was silly."
"What?" Mike pressed. If there was anyway he could sort out this mess he
was determined to do it.
Jenny looked at him for a moment, then started laughing.
"You know you looked really silly lying there with your tool sticking out
your jeans." She said. Mike flushed with embarrassment.
"You're changing the subject." He said. "What did you think?" Jenny
didn't answer, but she walked back over to him and sat down again.
"Do you really think I'm good looking?" She asked in a small voice.
Mike was having a hard time following the conversation. Where had that one
come from? Perhaps he could make up for some of the damage though.
"No doubt about it." He replied without hesitation. Jenny flushed
slightly and ducked her head, but her smile returned. God she looked sexy
like that.
"Sometimes I just feel so... plain." She shrugged. "I don't have a chest
like the supermodel down there." She waved her hand in the direction of
the beach. This conversation was just too weird. No point holding back
now. How much worse could she think of him?
"They look pretty good from where I'm sitting." He smiled, hoping she
wouldn't take it the wrong way. She smiled again, looking slightly
flustered. Taking a chance, he leant forward and ran his finger gently
down her neck. She tensed slightly at his touch, but didn't pull away.
"You may not look like the supermodel, but I think you're gorgeous." He
said, meaning every bit of it. His eyes locked onto hers.
To his surprise, she leaned forward and kissed him. Her lips pressing
against his, her tongue probing, tentatively at first, and then bolder.
Mike's hand dropped from her neck round her back, pulling her towards him.
Suddenly she pulled away and stood up. Mike gazed up at her. Had he gone
too far, he wondered. Jenny looked down at him and grinned mischievously.
Grabbing hold of the bottom of her T-shirt, she pulled it up over her head.
Mike's eyes were drawn to the stiff peaks of her pink nipples, standing
proud from her breasts. Throwing the T-shirt to one side, she pulled down
her shorts revealing a pair of skimpy white knickers through which he could
clearly see the dark mass of her bush. She stopped then and looked at him
expectantly.
Mike devoured her lithe body with his eyes. She was much thinner than the
woman on the beach, her legs and arms more obviously muscled, but that only
increased his desire. Her skin was pale, almost white although a hint of
pink was building as she squirmed under his gaze.
"Well, do I pass inspection?" She teased, but there was a nervous note to
her voice.
Mike stood up beside her and kissed her again, his hands moved round to cup
her buttocks, pulling her firmly against his groin so that she could feel
his erection.
"Does that answer your question." He murmured into her ear.
Before she could answer, he pulled her back down to the ground and lying
next to her, began to kiss down her neck until he reached her breasts. He
felt her tremble as he gently sucked and licked around the already erect
nipples, tasting her skin.
"You don't sunbathe topless." He murmured, tracing running a finger over
the pale skin of her breasts.
"I would have if I'd known you liked to watch." She teased, this time more
confident.
Mike kissed her again, letting his hands roam over her body, until they
reached her crotch. She moaned as he gently rubbed her mound through her
knickers. Encouraged, he tried to slip his hand inside. She pulled away.
"Sorry." He started to apologise, then noticed the gleam in her eyes.
Standing up, she quickly pulled down her panties and threw them to the
side. Mike licked his lips as he studied the thick mass of hair that
covered her sex. She caught his eyes and smiled a wicked smile. Her hand
reached down and she ran a finger across her pink pussy lips. Her body
gave slight shudder.
She kept her eyes locked on his as she dipped a finger into her cunt.
Mike's cock felt as though it was going to burst from his jeans.
"Show me what you were doing when you watched her strip." Jenny said,
reading his mind.
Mike needed no encouragement, unbuckling his belt, he pulled his jeans off
and then his boxer shorts, freeing his turgid prick. As Jenny continued to
pleasure herself, his hand clasped his shaft and he began to wank.
Jenny's skin was looking more flushed now, as her excitement built up. Her
breath was coming in little gasps as she fingered herself. She was
obviously enjoying the sensation of being watched.
"I wonder if there's anyone looking at us." Mike said in a low voice.
"Looking at you with your hand up your cunt."
Jenny didn't reply, but her movements became more pronounced. Mike
continued to play with his cock with slow, leisurely strokes.
"Nghhh," Jenny moaned her face now obviously flushed. She began to sway
slightly at the effort of staying on her feet. "Uhhh, uhhhm." She panted.
Mike fought to control himself as she orgasmed. She slumped to the ground.
Mike moved over beside her and kissed her lips. Taking her hand, he kissed
it. Then his tongue darted out to lick one of her fingers, tasting her
juices. Excited by the taste, he began to suck on her fingers, running his
tongue around them as he did so.
Jenny looked at him and grinned that licentious grin. Suddenly he felt her
hand grasp his cock. It throbbed as her cool fingers began to wank him.
Knowing he would not be able to last much longer, he rolled over onto his
back, pulling her with him.
She knelt over him. He stared up at her small breasts. Her hand was still
on his dick. Holding it steady as she lowered herself onto him. He let
out a gasp as his cock slipped inside her hot tunnel. His hands reached
out and clasped her bum as she sank downwards until he was fully inside
her. She looked down at him and grinned again.
"Beats looking doesn't it?" She said.
Mike wasn't able to agree. He was too busy raising his hips, pushing his
cock in and out of her hot snatch.. It wasn't long before he came. The
feeling of relief was incredible. He let his head fall back in the grass,
closing his eyes briefly. Jenny seemed in no hurry to get off him, waiting
until his penis had returned to its normal size before disengaging.
Neither one of them spoke as they dressed and headed back towards town.
Mike wondered what Jenny was thinking. Was she regretting what they had
done? He hoped not. He certainly wasn't.. They reached the gate to
Jenny's parent's house. She turned to look at him.
He met her gaze and found himself blushing. Reaching up, she kissed him on
the cheek.
"Thanks" She said.
Thanks? A kiss on the cheek? How was he supposed to interpret that?
Jenny turned and walked up to the door. Mike headed home.
* * *
Mike was lying on his bed daydreaming. Reliving sex with Jenny. It didn't
look like there would be any more. That kiss must have been a "lets just
be friends" thing. It was all that made sense.
The telephone rang. He ignored it. It rang again. And again. There was
no one else in the house, he remembered. Reluctantly he got up and went
downstairs to the phone.
"Hello?" He said.
"Mike?" It was Jenny.
"Ahh yeah."
"Are you alone?" She seemed nervous.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry about earlier. We need to talk." She rushed the words out as
though afraid they would not make it.
"Okay." What else could he say?
"I... I enjoyed what we did this afternoon.." She paused.
"So did I. Very much." Mike replied.
"I was hoping, have been hoping for some time that we would..." She broke
off. "Thats why I went this afternoon. That's why I was so angry when..."
Mike interrupted her.
"I've been wondering how to get closer to you for a while." He said. "I'm
glad we did. When can I see you again?"
"How about tomorrow." She sounded more comfortable already. "You know my
older sister likes to sunbathe in the back garden and you get a very good
view from my room..."
The End
Other stories by this author:
Losing Control
Solitaire for Two
It's all in the Mind (working title)
These stories and some of my personal favourites are archived at
http://www.cryogen.com/shadowz
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BIRD WATCHING
By Eoghann Irving
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