Sometimes, it’s nice to just watch.
It’s not that he looked furtive, exactly, but he was clearly looking around as he walked down the woodland footpath. Sometimes he would stop, his head slightly on one side, and listened intently. When he was satisfied he was alone, he stepped off the path and walked into the trees.
Once there, clearly time was not for wasting. He unzipped, and a short rummage revealed a half-erect cock of very pleasing proportions. Obviously, just having his cock exposed outdoors was having and effect, since it began to fully harden while he produced from a pocket the other masturbatory aid he felt he required.
At first it looked like a plain sheet of A4 paper, but once unfolded, it revealed the smiling face of a girl. A very pretty girl at that, and one that I would have liked to get to know better…..a lot better! Focusing on her, he began to masturbate slowly at first. At one point, he touched the tip of his cock against the lips on the paper, drawing a string of precum as he pulled back and resumed wanking.
Had he done this in real life? I was absolutely certain that no, he hadn’t. This was wishful thinking made real. Moving faster now, his hand began to look somewhat aggressive as he tugged himself. It was also apparent that he wouldn’t last long.
I love watching guys masturbate. I like to watch that moment when the rhythm falters slightly and then the various ways guys like to cum. Some rub right through the orgasm, while others might just fight it and then push their cocks forward and hold perfectly still while they ejaculate. He was one of those, first one, then two, then three good shots of cum landed on the girl’s face, before he began a gentle milking of his cock while the last few much weaker shots left his body. Finally, he stood directly over her picture and allowed the last of it to dribble down directly, I noticed, into her mouth.
He even used the picture to clean up with before crumpling it and tossing it into the bushes.
Content, judging by the smile on his face, he rearranged his clothing and then took another careful look around and had a good listen too. Confident he was alone, he made his way back to the path and disappeared.
Oh, if only he had looked up instead of just looking around. He might have seen me on the roof of one of the shelters. Had he done so and looked really carefully, he may even have seen the GoPro in my left hand.
It had to be my left hand….
….you see, my right hand was busy!
Author:Wetgirl2 | Category: Voyeur
