Also, I not so much watched as witnessed...
...such an act, and no, I wasn't just dogging badly.

I've posted briefly about this before but I forget when. Sometimes in my late teens when I couldn't get to sleep for {ahem} whatever reason, I'd sneak off out of my bedroom window to a local park, where there was a tree by a small lake with a branch just made for me to lounge in - didn't hurt my back, supported my legs and head, and not easy to fall out of. I discovered it when I was a kid, but it was always comfy. I used to pre-roll a few and lie there chaise-style with a scarf behind my head until the sun came up. I liked that tree - long gone now though.

So, one night I'd been up there with my thoughts for maybe an hour when I heard cars pulling into the car park near the kids playground and voices hooting as they fucked around over there. Nothing I hadn't done in their condition, so I grinned and listened to them for a bit before my thoughts wandered off again.

I was brought back to earth once again by rustling in the bushes nearby. A lad and a girl, around my age at the time passed within sighting distance of me in my tree, whispering and giggling. But like all who had passed me there, they didn't look up - no-one ever did. They disappeared along the path and I heard more rustling a little further on, then silence interspersed with murmurs and the odd out-of-place rustle. It wasn't long before I started to hear downright unnatural rustling and not-very-well muted moans.

So there I was, reclining in a tree in the very same park where I'd already enjoyed two sexual adventures myself, by the very same lake where I'd enjoy yet another some time later, hearing if trying not to listen to frenzied teenage humping going on no more than thirty feet away.

I grinned again but after awhile the moans became a little less guarded and whilst it was no less funny, I began to wish that they'd get to the finish line, fuck off and leave me to my peace. Which they then did in short order, earning a silent thumbs-up from the stoner in the tree. I heard rustling as they straightened themselves out, escaped from the bushes they had hidden in and then carried on along the path they'd started up before their little detour. Peace was restored.

Despite cursing myself for not packing my walkman that night I was pleased for them all the same. So, in case they were lacking I sparked myself a post-coital pre-roll in their honour :)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Wed 29 Apr 2009, 20:04, Reply)