Did you get off watching them ?
thaneofcawdor
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This One Time at Band Camp (Names Changed)
About 16 years ago, shortly after my wife and I started dating, we were good friends with another couple, "Stacy" and "Kevin". The 4 of us were sitting around the house one night, having cocktails and smoking some weed. It was July, I think and hot out. Someone suggested a swim, which then turned to skinnydipping. SO the 4 of us headed out to the pool, Stacy got naked first, a hot little blonde, around 5'5" 110lbs, a dancer and yoga instructor with a tight, compact body, and dove in, Kevin followed suit, around 5'11" 180lbs, decent body. "Jen" and I stripped, as well, exposing our bodies, I was 6'2", 225lbs with around an 8 inch dick, Jen is 5'2" 95lbs, 32a-22-32, a natural (shaved) red head.
I dove in and the four of us swam naked for a while, watching Stacy and Jen both naked started the blood to rush to my cock and soon, I was hard. Kevin and Stacy had started to make out and so I came up behind Jen and started to kiss her neck, while my hands roamed over her body, as we watched Kevin sit onthe edge of the pool, his cock hard and Stacy stroking him, before taking him into her mouth. I started to finger Jen's pussy as we watched, spellbound, my cock nestled between her asscheeks, we soon got out of the pool and found ourselves in a 69. AS I licked Jen's wet pussy, and she sucked and jerked my cock. At this point Stacy was on all fours with Kevin pounding her from behind, she was extremely vocal... and it was such a turn on, my cock felt like an iron baseball bat...
Then, Jen rolled over and I entered her missionary style, with her face under Stacy's as the three of us kissed. Kevin shot his load into Stacy and I pulled out of Jen...My cock throbbing... and Jen took me into her mouth again...jerking me off as she sucked me, Stacy, meanwhile was kneeling next to me, whispering in my ear, how hot I was, and how she wanted to see me cum all over Jen, as she rubbed my balls.
That was about all I could take and I pulled out of Jen's mouth and shot a huge wad of sticky goo all over Jen's face and tits.
About 16 years ago, shortly after my wife and I started dating, we were good friends with another couple, "Stacy" and "Kevin". The 4 of us were sitting around the house one night, having cocktails and smoking some weed. It was July, I think and hot out. Someone suggested a swim, which then turned to skinnydipping. SO the 4 of us headed out to the pool, Stacy got naked first, a hot little blonde, around 5'5" 110lbs, a dancer and yoga instructor with a tight, compact body, and dove in, Kevin followed suit, around 5'11" 180lbs, decent body. "Jen" and I stripped, as well, exposing our bodies, I was 6'2", 225lbs with around an 8 inch dick, Jen is 5'2" 95lbs, 32a-22-32, a natural (shaved) red head.
I dove in and the four of us swam naked for a while, watching Stacy and Jen both naked started the blood to rush to my cock and soon, I was hard. Kevin and Stacy had started to make out and so I came up behind Jen and started to kiss her neck, while my hands roamed over her body, as we watched Kevin sit onthe edge of the pool, his cock hard and Stacy stroking him, before taking him into her mouth. I started to finger Jen's pussy as we watched, spellbound, my cock nestled between her asscheeks, we soon got out of the pool and found ourselves in a 69. AS I licked Jen's wet pussy, and she sucked and jerked my cock. At this point Stacy was on all fours with Kevin pounding her from behind, she was extremely vocal... and it was such a turn on, my cock felt like an iron baseball bat...
Then, Jen rolled over and I entered her missionary style, with her face under Stacy's as the three of us kissed. Kevin shot his load into Stacy and I pulled out of Jen...My cock throbbing... and Jen took me into her mouth again...jerking me off as she sucked me, Stacy, meanwhile was kneeling next to me, whispering in my ear, how hot I was, and how she wanted to see me cum all over Jen, as she rubbed my balls.
That was about all I could take and I pulled out of Jen's mouth and shot a huge wad of sticky goo all over Jen's face and tits.
BongoGal
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It's funny that the first example of voyeurism doesn't involve actual viewing.
Way back in the day, when I was too young to mention, I spied on my very cute eighteen-year-old male cousin while he was in the room next to mine in an old family cabin. There was a crack in the wood in the door, and I saw the light come on in his room. I looked through the crack, expecting nothing, and saw him milling around. Out of curiosity, I kept watching, and soon he got ready for bed, and this involved undressing down to his undies. My eyes must have bugged out as he plopped onto his bed in a t-shirt and tighty-whities. Mind you, I could see him toes to head as he was lying there. I did not expect anything more than the little thrill of seeing him in his shorts, but he soon reached into those shorts and felt around a bit. Then a bit more, and then, sure enough, he pulls out an erection and begins pumping it with his hand. This lasted for a minute or two. His eyes were closed, thinking about who knows what, and then he reached to the floor and grabbed a sock and then ejaculated into it as his back arched and his face looked scrunched up with pain. He was mere feet away, and I saw everything. I didn't hear much at all, though, because he made sure to keep quiet, presumably because he wouldn't want to think that the female cousin in the room next door might hear him jerking off.
McSmoothie
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did you self service while you watched?
kinkycockney
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watched a woman through her window give her lover a BJ then watch as they fucked like animals, she used to leave her curtains wide open and the light on as she knew myself and 12 friends were watching we were 14 to 17 at the time.
blackstallion21
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"purchased" strippers and I fucked mine in one room, and my boy was going at it in the next room and I watched until they were finished... as I finished first...
Lia Monde
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Once upon a time in my wastrel youth, some girlfriends and I drove on a Saturday night to the local Lover's Lane. It overlooked the lake and spread out beneath a bluff.
We parked and took our bottle of sweet, rot-gut wine up the hill to bemoan the fact that we didn't have dates and curse out the 'slutty' girls who were getting all the action (and who we envied). A number of cars were parked below us. One was a red convertible with the the roof down. We literally had a bird's eye view as the couple began to kiss and neck.
Nestled in the dark shade of some maple trees, we sipped the wine and giggled at our naughty voyeurism. As they groped and heated up, we whispered nasty comments. Before long her blouse was unbuttoned and he was massaging her breasts as she moaned and rubbed his arms and thighs. Mesmerized, and with wide eyes, we fell silent and couldn't believe the passionate tangle we were observing. Sara hissed that we should leave before we got in trouble. The other three of us almost simultaneously said 'no freakin' way".
I crept a little closer and hunkered further down. The others followed suit. Altho we thought and talked constantly about sex, we were all virgins. When we'd been here with a frisky boyfriend, we'd all resisted (like good girls do) and made them work for a titty grope. This girl had no such compunctions. She was an eager participant and directed her guy to do what was necessary to increase her pleasure.
When they shifted to the back seat, my heart raced and breathing increased as much as the wrestling couple. Soon they were rapidly disrobing. His shirt was off and when her blouse was removed her plain white bra shined in the moonlight. He was laying on his back with her straddling his body. She loosened his belt and then leaned forward to kiss his neck and nibble his chest while his hands worked her breasts.
They emitted a symphony of squeals, grunts, moans and imprecations that wafted to us on the summer breeze. The four of us girls exchanged glances, but there were no more suggestions of departing. Even in the dim light, this was more sex education than we had received in school, from parents, from magazines and our imaginations combined. I was getting damp and excited, but tried to conceal it. If I was alone and not inhibited by the presence of my friends, my hand would have been rubbing the front of my panties. Instead, lying on my stomach, I tried to undetectably thrust my pelvis against the ground.
The scene below quickly progressed. They both wiggled and squirmed in the tight quarters as they slid against each other. They continued to maneuver their clothes off. She was riding him as he lifted his hips. Everything bounced ... her ponytail, her boobs, her short skirt and his muscular body. With some more pulling of clothes, her panties came off and his underwear slid to his thighs. She flopped forward and urged him on. With hands on her hips, he lifted her and entered.
I stopped breathing. They coupled and yipped and moved at a feverish pace. I slipped my hand beneath my body and increased my animalistic humping with less concern for my friends. As I, they were enraptured by the bawdy scene and were probably dealing with their own hormones and needs.
To my riveted eyes, it seemed like slow motion, but it moved quickly. As they rutted, her skirt flapped up and down giving glimpses of her pale buttocks, clenching and driving down on his invisible shaft. In moments, she squealed that she was coming. Apparently just in time. He stiffened and lifted her body skyward as he arced his back in climax. After a frozen second, they sunk together onto the seat.
Sara broke our trance, by pulling my arm and insisting we go. I could have stayed, but didn't resist. I brushed the front of my shorts to conceal any evidence of my masturbation. While overwhelmed by the experience, my buzzing body was reeling from not achieving the relief of orgasm.
Once safely back in the car, we were all wired. We chattered over each other in describing in disbelief what we'd seen. Each were working it through our minds how the reality had differed from, and changed our expectations. We talked feverishly on the way back to town. But, there seemed to be a silent consensus that this would be an early night. I can only assume my friends were thinking the same thing I was. I wanted to get home to my bedroom and relive the vision where I could massage my aching loins and reach satisfaction. Once there, it didn't take long. I was writhing against my pillow and imagining that I was the girl in the back seat.
That voyeuristic evening was the fount of many conversations among the four of us. I'm also sure it influenced how we behaved in our own future trysts at the same place.
We parked and took our bottle of sweet, rot-gut wine up the hill to bemoan the fact that we didn't have dates and curse out the 'slutty' girls who were getting all the action (and who we envied). A number of cars were parked below us. One was a red convertible with the the roof down. We literally had a bird's eye view as the couple began to kiss and neck.
Nestled in the dark shade of some maple trees, we sipped the wine and giggled at our naughty voyeurism. As they groped and heated up, we whispered nasty comments. Before long her blouse was unbuttoned and he was massaging her breasts as she moaned and rubbed his arms and thighs. Mesmerized, and with wide eyes, we fell silent and couldn't believe the passionate tangle we were observing. Sara hissed that we should leave before we got in trouble. The other three of us almost simultaneously said 'no freakin' way".
I crept a little closer and hunkered further down. The others followed suit. Altho we thought and talked constantly about sex, we were all virgins. When we'd been here with a frisky boyfriend, we'd all resisted (like good girls do) and made them work for a titty grope. This girl had no such compunctions. She was an eager participant and directed her guy to do what was necessary to increase her pleasure.
When they shifted to the back seat, my heart raced and breathing increased as much as the wrestling couple. Soon they were rapidly disrobing. His shirt was off and when her blouse was removed her plain white bra shined in the moonlight. He was laying on his back with her straddling his body. She loosened his belt and then leaned forward to kiss his neck and nibble his chest while his hands worked her breasts.
They emitted a symphony of squeals, grunts, moans and imprecations that wafted to us on the summer breeze. The four of us girls exchanged glances, but there were no more suggestions of departing. Even in the dim light, this was more sex education than we had received in school, from parents, from magazines and our imaginations combined. I was getting damp and excited, but tried to conceal it. If I was alone and not inhibited by the presence of my friends, my hand would have been rubbing the front of my panties. Instead, lying on my stomach, I tried to undetectably thrust my pelvis against the ground.
The scene below quickly progressed. They both wiggled and squirmed in the tight quarters as they slid against each other. They continued to maneuver their clothes off. She was riding him as he lifted his hips. Everything bounced ... her ponytail, her boobs, her short skirt and his muscular body. With some more pulling of clothes, her panties came off and his underwear slid to his thighs. She flopped forward and urged him on. With hands on her hips, he lifted her and entered.
I stopped breathing. They coupled and yipped and moved at a feverish pace. I slipped my hand beneath my body and increased my animalistic humping with less concern for my friends. As I, they were enraptured by the bawdy scene and were probably dealing with their own hormones and needs.
To my riveted eyes, it seemed like slow motion, but it moved quickly. As they rutted, her skirt flapped up and down giving glimpses of her pale buttocks, clenching and driving down on his invisible shaft. In moments, she squealed that she was coming. Apparently just in time. He stiffened and lifted her body skyward as he arced his back in climax. After a frozen second, they sunk together onto the seat.
Sara broke our trance, by pulling my arm and insisting we go. I could have stayed, but didn't resist. I brushed the front of my shorts to conceal any evidence of my masturbation. While overwhelmed by the experience, my buzzing body was reeling from not achieving the relief of orgasm.
Once safely back in the car, we were all wired. We chattered over each other in describing in disbelief what we'd seen. Each were working it through our minds how the reality had differed from, and changed our expectations. We talked feverishly on the way back to town. But, there seemed to be a silent consensus that this would be an early night. I can only assume my friends were thinking the same thing I was. I wanted to get home to my bedroom and relive the vision where I could massage my aching loins and reach satisfaction. Once there, it didn't take long. I was writhing against my pillow and imagining that I was the girl in the back seat.
That voyeuristic evening was the fount of many conversations among the four of us. I'm also sure it influenced how we behaved in our own future trysts at the same place.
