Fiction / Fantasy
Masturbation / Toys
Voyeur / Exhibitionism
Author: Alex MacDonald, Source: sexstories.com
He was standing under his favourite tree, lost in thought- again.
It had been his chosen spot since he moved to this area some years ago. First of all the tree was huge and old. The mossy ground around it was soft under the soles of his trainers. Hidden behind the bushes he would stand here for hours at a time, thinking and watching the world go by.
The joggers on the track below to be precise, just passing by or stopping at the rail for some light stretching.
He had named every regular, every female regular, imagined their lives, their bodies without clothing.
It was late already. The woods seemed empty, the sun was setting and it got dark. In the dim light he could see one more coming down the the path. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four years ago. First he had thought her young, a mere teenager. Mainly because of her slender figure and her underdeveloped breasts. But she had not changed over the years and he came to the conclusion that she might be in her twenties.
As usual she was dressed in shorts and a tight fitting black tee, her long black hair bound to a ponytail.
As with her age, her story had changes over the years. From being a girl at high school to some college girl he now fancied her to work in a shop. Something fancy, dressed in a tight fitting skirt, a blouse. She had no particular times, sometimes he had not seen her for weeks or month, then she was back. One day he would talk to her, ask her out. Just as the others. One day, but not today.
She stopped at the bridge across the dried up river and leant against the railing and started stretching.
Noiselessly he stepped forward for a better view. Her shirt clung to her body. She seemed more exhausted than usual, her tiny breasts heaved with her heavy breathing.
The snap of a branch made him look down the path.
A guy was coming her way. Tall, broad shouldered, crew cut. Though he was in jeans and t shirt Dough knew the type. Army, a bully, one of the cool, tough guys, always out to bully the guys with brains. Like himself.
Dough snorted with disgust and looked back at Sally. Her shorts were hugging her butt cheeks as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the sight. The tiny red string she would be wearing would slip right in between, being wet with sweat by now.
Entertaining himself for a short while with the vision of her undressing for the shower he realised too late that the guy was walking directly towards her. Only when she turned around and made a small step back he tuned back in.
Oh he knew the type. He would mock her, make fun of her small breasts and after he had had his fun he would move on. But he did not. They exchanged a few words which he could not hear. Sally shook her head, Army guy laughed. With two steps he was next to her, grabbed her arm.
“Run”, Dough whispered, felt his heart beat faster. Visions of how he would step in, help her, rescue her flashed before his eyes. Telling the bloke to get ...