Accidental Voyeur

There is a wildlife refuge about a two miles from the village where I grew up. When I go back home to see my family, I visit the refuge often to walk some favorite trails, birdwatch, and simply enjoy being outdoors. On one of those visits, I stumbled upon a couple enjoying the outdoors in a way I've never seen before or since. I was walking one of the longer loop trails that runs through an older hardwood forest with very tall trees and practically no undergrowth. As usual, I was being as quiet as I could, to increase my chances of seeing a deer or other animals. When I came around a curve in the trail, I spotted a man and woman standing just under a hundred yards away. Instinctively, I stopped and backed up a few steps to put a large tree between me and them. I peered cautiously around the tree and realized they hadn't seen or heard me. They were standing close together and kissing passionately. But they weren't exactly face to face. The man was turned slightly toward me and his erect cock was protruding from the front of his pants. The woman had one hand on the back of his neck, but her other hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking it up and down as they kissed. As I watched, their kisses grew more intense, and the woman's hand moved up and down on the man's cock faster and faster. Soon after, I saw several ropes of cum spurt from his cock and land on the dead leaves at their feet. They remained standing and hugging, and the woman continued stroking and squeezing the man's cock, slower and slower, until his erection subsided and he'd been completely drained. While the man recovered from his orgasm. I took the opportunity to backtrack noiselessly down the trail, keeping trees between them and me whenever possible. After a minute or so I started walking back towards them, making a lot more noise than I usually do. By this time, the man had zipped up and they were walking toward me, clearly unaware of what I had witnessed. They smiled, said "Hello", and continued on their way back to the parking lot. I, however, headed as fast as I could to the place where they'd been standing. Although most of the cum had soaked into the dirt and litter on the forest floor, a few tiny puddles and drops were still beaded up on a large dry leaf. I picked up the leaf and tasted the cum with the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't detect any difference between it and my own. I kept the leaf as a souvenir of my voyeur experience, but it eventually disintegrated. The memory of that experience, however, is still vivid.