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Letting Them Watch
by Clouds_and_Rain (mc.235@outlook.com)

***

Enjoying more than just the flora and fauna on our hike. 
(MF, oral, anal, exh, voy)

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It was mid morning by the time we had arrived at the 
State Natural Reserve. It's quite common to hear people 
refer to that area mistakenly as a State Park. The 
reserve itself shares boundaries with two marine parks, 
one also a reserve, and the other a conservation area. 
It's just one of several favored places along the coast 
that we've enjoyed. Although our schedules don't easily 
allow, we do try and schedule return visits since moving 
away. 

We knew the trail system and coastline well, and 
preferred the lesser travelled routes. At times we'd 
elect to leave the main trails and follow what appeared 
as little more than game trails, likely used by resident 
black-tailed deer, coyote, gray fox, bobcat... The 
wildlife there goes mostly unseen. The sheer number of 
species of land animals, let alone the more abundant 
bird and marine life present, would easily surprise 
most. As is likely true with most celebrated outdoor 
areas, the casual visitors see but a mere fraction of 
what's present.

In such areas, people tend to move too quickly, and 
generate too much noise. A whole world is waiting to 
open up to those who learn to recognize the transition 
zones. These zones are essentially the "seams", the 
edges. Examples are the boundaries from forest to 
meadow, in a mountain stream it's from fast water to 
slower water, in the air you can watch a soaring hawk 
move in and out of the thermal seams. It also applies to 
the time of day, from night to dawn. There are reasons 
why animals favor these areas and times.

At that time of year, and being mid week, the parking 
area had only a few vehicles. It turned out that we had 
the reserve mostly to ourselves. The other visitors were 
likely nature photographers, birders and, given that 
half of the three combined areas are underwater, scuba 
divers.

The familiar fresh scent of the ocean was welcome. We 
could just barely make out the sound of waves finishing 
their journey on the beach or colliding against the 
craggy granite cliffs. The fog there characteristically 
clears by late morning. The color of the water would 
then change dramatically from a dull dark gray to the 
bright blue and foaming white that is often featured in 
photos and paintings of the area. 

We had just finished gathering our daypacks when another 
vehicle pulled in a few spots away. At a glance they 
looked to be college students, a guy and a girl, maybe 
nineteen years old, twenty most. They weren't shy at 
all, and offered a spirited “Good Morning". They turned 
out to be quite talkative. They inquired about the 
trails, which ones went to the beach area, which ones 
stayed inland, and which areas are a must-see. We found 
them to be fun to talk to, full of energy, refreshing.

I guess one would say that they were average looking, 
whatever that means. Neither of them appeared to be 
athletic, more studious looking, somewhat pale. She was 
quite feminine, her complexion made me think of the 
phrase "squeaky clean". Their enthusiasm was somewhat 
contagious, that was nice, they had already added to our 
day. They seemed somewhat innocent, fresh, a natural 
sincerity about them. It came to mind that they may have 
recently met. Perhaps it was the manner in which they 
interacted, not being totally at ease with each other, 
and directing a lot of attention to us. Was it a first 
date perhaps? Or maybe a first "outing" as a couple, no 
other friends or acquaintances around to add comfort? 

We were happy to get them oriented. As we headed out, I 
offered that we'd be hiking through an open meadow-like 
area and then into the coastal forest. Later, we'd 
continue to the beach and cliffs after the morning fog 
lifted. I added that they'd be able to see us ahead, and 
were welcome to follow if they wanted since we'd be 
visiting some of the more dramatic areas of the reserve.

As I was staying that, I could see out of the corner of 
my eye that Caterina, "Cat", had turned to look at me 
and smiled. Once out of earshot, she asked me if I had 
offered for them to follow out of courtesy, or did I 
have something else in mind. I replied with only with a 
smile. Actually, it was out of courtesy but her comment 
brought something to mind.

We never looked directly back at them, but with 
peripheral vision we could see them about one hundred 
yards behind and following. Once we passed though the 
meadow, and entered the coastal forest, we slowed our 
pace giving them a chance to keep us in sight. Without 
words passing between us we knew that each had begun to 
experience the beginnings of that wonderful faint sense 
of pleasure that precedes sensuality. 

About a quarter mile into the pine and cypress forest, I 
turned and made contact with our followers. I waved my 
hands and pointed in the direction of a smaller trail 
branching off deeper into the forest. They signaled 
back, acknowledging the change in direction. Both Cat 
and I looked at each other, our hearts beating a bit 
faster, the beginnings of arousal gently swept through 
us. 

We moved more quickly now that we were out of sight, and 
found one of our familiar, and somewhat secret, spots. 
The undergrowth here was lush with large ferns and a 
blanket of low, soft, bright green Spring Grass, which 
would become our bed. Shafts of light were beginning to 
break through the fog-wrapped forest. With the mature 
pines and cypress it had the feel of a primeval forest, 
dark but not too dark, almost fairytale-like. In the 
past we had spent hours at this very spot, reading, 
napping, enjoying nature, sharing... 

Our packs were dropped, and we shed our clothes quickly. 
I had already become partially erect with anticipation, 
and knew that Cat would be moist. She spoke first, "How 
about I lean against that tree?” Yeah, I liked that 
idea. Our hopes were that when the young couple made the 
last turn in the pathway, and we came into view, that 
they would stop suddenly in their tracks. We wanted them 
to be speechless, mesmerized, somewhat frozen in time.

I recall the feeling as being a blend of lost in 
ourselves, plus the excitement of perhaps being watched. 
We would know in an instant when they saw us whether 
we'd be sharing our intimacy with others or be left 
alone. Either way we'd enjoy the moment. When we are 
both in the mood to let someone watch, then it does feel 
special in itself, not better, just different. It's not 
often that we both are in that "mood" at the same time. 
It's nice though when it happens, adds another dimension 
to our sexuality. 

Cat had positioned herself so that she would be facing 
in their approaching direction. She held her arms 
stretched out against the trunk of a wind-sculpted 
cypress as if crucified in ecstasy. That image, her 
against that tree, in that lighting, still comes to me 
at times. We didn't have the time for extended foreplay 
as preferred. I knelt before her, held her hips and 
began to suck on her clit. Pulling on it with my lips, 
nibbling on it until she would offer a faint squeal. 

I explored all of her textures, some slippery smooth, 
others of intricate folds. Her taste was clean and 
exotic. Cat's soft, lean, nude body, pale olive skin 
tone, the weathered textured gray bark, the lush greens 
of the undergrowth... it would have made a great 
photograph. Our idea of nature photography is different 
than that of the photographers that roamed the reserve. 

"They're here," was all she had whispered. A long thirty 
seconds passed, and then "they're going to stay".

Cat shared that they were partially concealed behind a 
large fern at the last bend in the pathway. Likely they 
had felt that we weren't aware of their presence. They 
were close enough to see all that took place, but 
couldn't hear anything above a whisper. It was perfect. 

I can only imagine that not a word was passed between 
them. They must have been silent, their hearts racing, 
and their bodies transitioning to a state of arousal. If 
I was correct in my assessment of them at the parking 
lot, then they probably hadn't ever touched each other. 
His cock had to be growing and her sweet young pussy 
would have begun to soak her panties.

Cat lowered her arms and held my head, pulling my face 
further into her pussy. She slowly lifted and bent one 
leg and moved it outward; so that I could just reach her 
opening and begin to tongue fuck her. Her clit was 
already fully swollen and peeking through the lips of 
her tender pussy. My mouth and chin were glistening wet 
with her nectar. Every woman has her own special scent, 
and taste, all to be enjoyed. There are many pleasures 
to be experienced on the path to an orgasm. I feel that 
most people miss those moments. I'll take that thought 
one step further, it can be as satisfying to taste and 
feel your partner climax, as it is to climax yourself.

She released her hands as I pulled away. I stood, and 
faced sideways so that they could see the length of my 
hard cock, which was pointing nearly straight up. Cat 
knelt before me, and then reached in to caress my cum-
filled balls, gently rolling them in her hands. Her 
touch is always so light and soft. It's almost as if I 
was dreaming of being fondled, it's perfect, and it's 
teasing. Pre-cum had started to run down my shaft and 
onto her delicate fingers. 

As we continued our performance, we silently wondered 
what was going through their minds. Could they possibly 
have resisted having sex after watching? 

I can still remember the feeling when the head of my 
cock entered Cat's warm, wet, soft mouth. That initial 
contact is such a high point of pleasure. It's a 
slightly different sensation than entering her pussy. 
Both are soft, warm and wet, yet different. It's but a 
mere second in time that needs to be savored. Not just 
savored, but also sharing with your partner the pleasure 
that they bring.

At center stage for our guests, was Cat holding onto my 
thighs with my cock in her luscious mouth. I glanced up 
in the general direction of our voyeurs, wondering what, 
if anything, they were doing. Not surprisingly, both 
were fully clothed and appeared to be focused only on my 
cock being sucked. Cat let the head come out and gave my 
cock a gentle squeeze, watching another rush of pre-cum 
emerge. With the tip of her tongue she gathered it up, 
swallowed, and licked her lips. She had taught me to 
enjoy the taste as much as she did, and it often is 
present in our foreplay.

If I had let Cat continue I wouldn't have lasted much 
longer. I pulled out, and asked Cat to get on her hands 
and knees, giving the kids a full side view. After 
assuming the position, she looked over her shoulder and 
told me to fuck her. I positioned the head of my cock 
and eased it in.

I like that position. I like seeing it going in and out, 
the smooth, tender lips of her cunt holding my cock 
tight. To insure maximum stimulation for both a man 
needs must use the full length of his cock. I feel that 
all too often what really happens between two is more 
the man flopping about aimlessly between a woman's legs 
until he cums, and the woman left wanting. A woman on 
all fours, she must feel so fully exposed, so fully 
vulnerable... it just adds to the eroticism. 

She was well beyond just being wet. Glistening juices 
ran down both inner thighs. We could actually hear my 
cock moving in and out. It was a vision that I could 
easily masturbate to. Her gentle, soft curves, her 
breasts jiggling with each thrust. We both tend to lose 
track of time when in such an elevated state of 
pleasure. What shook me out of the clouds was the sense 
that I was getting close. Cat was now resting her head 
on the grass and was working her clit with one hand. I 
then felt her hand slide further back between her legs 
and begin to gently hold my balls. She did this because 
she was close, and knew that I would usually come 
quickly when my balls were fondled while fucking. It was 
like a "trigger" that she could pull, making us cum 
together. I held off, wanting to cum in a manner that 
would be more enjoyable for all.

It didn't take long for her to begin to slip into what 
would become a long, and violent orgasm. Her ass was 
thrusting back into me, her body turning and twisting. 
I've not ever experienced, or read about, a body moving 
so sensually as hers during an orgasm. It was as if she 
were possessed as her orgasm played out. Her pussy was 
squeezing, it felt as if her spasms were trying to milk 
my cock dry. When she experiences a climax at this 
elevated level, she'll often begin to cry from the sheer 
pleasure.

I was on the edge of losing it. I was relieved when her 
body stopped the involuntary movements, her orgasm 
subsiding. I told her to look back at me. I pulled out 
as she turned to look back over her shoulder. My hand 
was stroking my slippery cock. I aimed; the first long, 
white ribbon of fresh cum reached her cheek. The second, 
just at the corner of her mouth. We all watched as she 
stuck her tongue out to capture some and draw it into 
her mouth. What she couldn't reach had already begun to 
flow to her chin, and began to drip down in long white 
threads to the grass below.

I continued to stroke, and shoot the rest to form a 
white line of cum from her shoulder to the middle of her 
back. A pool of my juice formed. As she continued to 
move it began to spill over, and run down her sides. It 
was an erotic scene, my fresh pure white cum on the 
bright green forest carpet. 

When my orgasm subsided, we moved to lie on our backs. 
My cock was still moving with each breath, and cum 
continued to ooze out and run down the side. Cat reached 
down and ran a finger up the length of my cock, 
gathering cum. I watched as she painter her nipples with 
it. It looked like she had covered them with icing. She 
leaned toward me, a gesture that was meant for me to 
taste myself. I lowered my head and sucked them clean.

It's likely that our two watchers had never done 
anything like that before.

Cat could only utter that her pussy was "throbbing 
wonderfully" and her legs felt "too weak to stand". 

It was probably fifteen minutes before I glanced over to 
check on our new friends. They were gone! My first words 
were "let's go and find them, they're close by, I'm 
sure".

We used a hand towel (always in our daypacks) to take up 
our cum, and then quickly dressed to go and search. Cat 
laughed as I tried to zip up my jeans over my still 
engorged cock. It's not easily done, and not at all 
comfortable.

As we left the area I stopped for a moment, and glanced 
back. By late afternoon the Spring Grass would have 
recovered, erasing any trace of us being there.

Hopefully, now we'd be the voyeurs.

They must have thought that we would remain lying naked 
for some time. We didn't go far before we heard the 
muffled sounds of people enjoying each other. As we made 
our way through the tall ferns we came upon a small 
clearing, big enough for only two to lie down. They must 
have felt hidden, secluded, in their own world. 

Clothes were strewn about. I was drawn to her panties, 
lying on the soft grass. All that we could see were her 
legs spread wide and him lying between them. His boyish, 
pale ass moving up and down quickly as they fucked. It 
was erotic, it was real. 

My guess was that any foreplay had been abandoned, and 
they had moved quickly to fucking. It would have been 
fun to watch them undress. To see them fully aroused, to 
see her feminine form, and his cock. They must have 
moved quickly into the position we found them. She 
probably had to help him put it in. 

We watched until his movements quickened even more. 
Then, his baby smooth white ass suddenly tightened up 
and quivered. No doubt she could feel the heat and 
volume of his juice filling her tender young cunt. He 
repeated the movements over and over, unloading all that 
he had. I wanted to stay longer, until he pulled out and 
rolled off of her. I wanted to see her pink little pussy 
release a stream of his white cum, watching it pool on 
the grass between her legs. 

We left unnoticed, allowing them their privacy, their 
special moment.

Although it wasn't love making in a refined, experienced 
manner, it was pure lust in motion. In time, they would 
perfect what was right for them, and that's all that 
matters anyway. It was a day never to be forgotten by 
those two for sure. And not just them, Cat and I have 
shared that vision many times as well. 

After spending a few hours on the beach, having lunch 
and napping, we made our way back to our vehicle. We 
hadn't really expected to see the young couple at the 
beach. Although it would have been interesting, I wished 
it had happened. Anything would have been possible.

Before leaving the parking area we left a notice on the 
windshield of their car, just a simple, "Hope your day 
was memorable." 

In thinking back, we certainly had accelerated their 
relationship. Hopefully, all for the good. If the 
situation was reversed there's little doubt that we 
would have stayed and watched. Cat and I wondered if one 
or both were virgins at the time, perhaps so. 

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