Speechless


There are times when I need to be alone.  Far away from everyone, and everything;
only then can I tune to the resonance of my own heartbeat, and come near to
touching that core of my humanity that's so easy to avoid in the mad scramble of
everyday life.

I once had a place of my own where no one could intrude, but now it's gone; only
the mountains remain as a refuge.  My favorite place there is only about two
hours drive away, so sometimes, usually during the spring and summer, I'll drive
alone to Linville Gorge, and climb up to one of the several places where the
tourists seldom go, there to just listen to the wind and the distant sound of the
roaring waterfalls from the river below.

One late August afternoon I had arrived later than usual, and taken the wide path
up to the top of the last tourist overlook, and then gone on up the small little
trail to the ridgeline.  From there, you could look down on the length of the
tree-lined canyon, from the long waterfall that fed it from the south, down past
the terrace of smaller falls, and finally the bend where the river swept out of
sight.  Few people ever came to the spot I selected, perched in a clearing below
a large overhanging formation. Far below, if you had binoculars, you could make
out the tiny forms of the onlookers peering over the rails at the falls.

It was a place to be alone and undisturbed.  Even in the afternoon, you still
have plenty of light before the sun sets behind the Blue Ridge.  I had seldom
seen anyone up here in the spot I thought of as mine, although a few hikers had
come nearby on occasion.

That day, I had several hours of peace under my belt, absorbing the pleasant
August sunshine (at this elevation, it isn't as hot as down in the flatlands)
before I heard the approaching footsteps on the dirt of the trail.  Damn.  I was
immediately annoyed.  I generally like people, but when it's time for a vacation
from them, nothing is more unwanted than an intrusion just when you've finally
gotten comfortable with the gentle song of the breeze through the trees, and the
calls of the hawks and eagles in the gorge below.

I was a good twenty feet away from the break in the trees where the trail comes
into the clearing.  From the opening emerged a couple, the girl about twenty-five
I would guess, the man a little older, but not much.  What struck me immediately
was their hair: she had long blonde tresses that were obviously bleached lighter
than any natural blonde would be, whereas he had a long solid black mane down to
his shoulders.  They were scantily clad, as hikers go; he having only a pair of
cutoff jeans on and she not much more, including her top.  Even in August, they
might be cold when the sun went down.  Obviously, they were not experienced in
higher elevations.  Tourists, no doubt.

They saw me and stopped.  I just nodded, hoping by my body language to indicate
that this was my spot, and they should find another.  They looked surprised, and
maybe a trifle annoyed, to see anyone there, but did not say anything, just
looked at me for a moment before walking over to the edge of the clearing to get
the reward for having hiked all the way up here: the spectacular view of the
gorge down below.

Fair enough, I thought.  Let them sightsee a little while, then get on back down
the trail.  I could have started a conversation (they were only fifteen feet
away), but I feared that would induce them to stay, and that was the last thing I
wanted.  There were plenty of other places nearby where they could do whatever
they wanted without bothering me.

I heard them talking quietly to one another.  The language wasn't English; French
or Spanish perhaps.  They admired the view for a bit, pointing out things to one
another.  I was keeping a subtle watch on them from the corner of my eye, while
appearing to look down into the gorge myself.  I could see them look in my
direction, and then I saw her lean up and whisper something into his ear.  He
whispered back.  What they were saying I have no idea, I couldn't have heard them
even if they spoke in English.

But from that little corner of my peripheral vision, I could plainly see when she
took his face in her hands, and began kissing him full on the lips. His hands
reached to her face, as their heads inclined to the side as most lovers do when
they are serious about kissing.

This got my attention.  I felt embarrassed, but stole a glance over at them. They
knew I was here, but elected (I suppose that was what the little whispering was
about) to indulge in some oral pleasure regardless.  They ignored me.  I could
see her face; her eyes were closed, her cheek moving ever so subtly, letting me
know his tongue was deep in her mouth.  I could only see the back of his head,
the cascade of black hair obscuring his face.

Now what?  I hoped they would leave soon.  If not, I felt I should; yet I also
felt a streak of stubborness: damn it, I was here first.  Let them leave, there
were plenty of other spots to neck in where they would be undisturbed, and I
would be left in peace also.  If this was a test of wills, they'd lose.

I stole another glance.  Now, he'd worked his way down until his lips were buried
in the juncture of her neck and shoulder.  She had her eyes closed, and appeared
to be soaking up the pleasure.  It was a rather affecting little scene.  I didn't
turn away in time, and her eyes opened, looking in my direction.  As I saw this,
I kept my stare for just a second, and looked away.  But from the corner of my
eye, I could see there was no reaction, except her arm came up to caress the bare
skin of his side and back with her fingertips. Shit, they were going to tough it
out, I thought.  I felt a sense of discomfort rising, but stayed put, the
stubborness in my nature prevailing.

What happened next was stunning.  I looked over again; by damn, I thought, if
they were going to carry on in front of me, I was not going to act shy about it. 
Let them leave if they wanted.  Her blue eyes were open, and looking at me.  Her
beau had moved his attention up to her ear, and, eyes closed, was licking it
quite sensuously with his outstretched tongue.  He really knew what to do,
swirling and licking and probing at it.  I felt a twinge, but nothing like the
jolt when, her pretty face still turned in my direction, she moved her hand from
his back to his crouch, and began obviously stroking his cock underneath his
jeans.

Her eyes were on mine.  I was shocked, but didn't turn away.  The fact that she
was watching me watching them, in such a now obvious sexual situation, could mean
only one thing.  She at least, and almost certainly him too, were exhibitionists,
not only willing but enjoying showing off their sexuality before a stranger.  I
was odd to me how anyone could be so trusting - or so stupid - as to make
themselves so vulnerable before a man who for all they knew could be an escaped
serial killer.

But I was harmless, so they were lucky.  I realized, as I watched her hand rub
the growing bulge in his pants, they'd probably hiked up here to find a place to
make love (they were certainly dressed for it), and coming upon me, had decided
to let it all hang out anyway.  It was kinky, but I am not an innocent.  I could
feel my cock start to swell as soon as I realized what was happening.

She finally broke contact with my eyes, after determining that I wasn't offended
or embarrassed, and wasn't going to look away.  Using a gentle tugging, she stood
him up and together they walked a bit back from the edge -- a smart move, since
that's not a recommended place to lose any degree of control.  Back about five
feet from the precipice, they again wrapped arms around one another, and again
locked lips in a passionate kiss.  He hadn't looked in my direction once since
they'd begun.  I just stared, my latent voyeurism fully engaged.  The arrival of
the sweet flow of blood into my cock caused my whole mood to shift, and I now saw
the interlopers in a friendlier light.  I now started to hope they wouldn't
leave.

They broke their kiss, and she turned her head to me once again.  As she did, she
stood a little away from him, and once again put her hand over his now quite
obvious erection.  She started rubbing it again, this time in my full view.  He
finally looked up at me, and gave me a cocky little grin just a wee bit short of
a smirk.  Turning his hips towards me a little, he thrust them out slighty, as a
physical show of how good her hand felt on him, and how he wanted more.  She
responded to this by rubbing harder, and he shifted his attention to her tank
top, pulling it up from the bottom.  For my part, I was now so hard I had to
shift position to relieve the discomfort on my cock.

He easily raised the tank top up over her breasts, revealing a sexy pair of firm
young mounds.  Her nipples were small and sharply pointed.  She didn't seem to
mind at all being exposed to a stranger, although she looked at his eyes instead
of mine.  Her hand did not stop it's motion between his legs. His hands wasted no
time in enjoying what he had revealed both to himself and me, fondling the
springy soft white tits, and rubbing and pinching on the nipples.

They stood there and traded pleasure in this way for a while, changing position
only slighty so he could bend his head down to again exchange tongues with her. 
They way they did it was wild, uninhibited, and hot.  I just stared, all
embarrassment and discomfort burned away by my arousal.  I love to watch, and
there's no sweeter moment for a voyeur than to find a pair of happy willing
exhibitionists.

The hot sex play, plus the charge of being watched, soon brought them up to
another level.  We all three were totally commited at this point.  She broke
contact with his mouth, hands, and body, and dropped to her knees before him,
bare kneecaps in the red dirt of the clearing.  A quick flip of her fingers and
his pants were unsnapped, and fell quickly around his knees, revealing his
electric blue ultra-brief briefs and the thick bulge they barely concealed.  He
stood looking down at her as she pulled the briefs down too, causing his thick
uncircumcised cock to bob free, standing out from his body at the steep angle of
the young and horny.  Obviously he too, at the very least, felt no embarrassment
at being thus exposed to a stranger.  It was obvious now, if it hadn't been
before, that they had probably done something like this in front of others.

She took the cock in her hand, grasping it by the base.  Turning to look directly
at me, she began to stroke her prize ever so slowly.  The waves of pleasure it
had to be producing in his body communicated themselves to me, and I too felt a
renewed surge of lust.  As I watched, rapt, she cast her eyes downward to my own
crotch, and made a little flicking motion with her head.  I was too thickheaded
to comprehend at first, so she did it again, looking back at his hard thick
member and then back to mine.  Oh!  Finally it dawned: she wanted me to take out
my cock too.

This was the moment of truth.  Should I wake up from this dream, do Momma proud,
and get up and walk down the trail to leave these kinky lovers to their nasty
deeds?

The sound of my zipper was the answer.

Confronted by the wanton display from fellow perverts, how could I refuse? It
felt good to get my cramped, fully hard cock out into the air.  I lowered my
pants and shorts, revealing everything to them.  Mine was not as thick as his,
but maybe a bit longer (I know -- why do men always do this comparison thing?).

As soon as I dropped my pants, joining them in their game, she turned back to him
and brought the head of his cock up to her lips.  As she did, he moved forward. 
Her puckered lips peeled his foreskin back as the head slipped into her mouth. 
Remarkably, he made no noise as this happened (I'd have at least groaned a bit),
he just kept slowly pushing it forward.  She took quite a bit of it into her
mouth, until he hit the back of her throat, causing a slight gagging and drawing
back on her part.  But she held on to it, and then began to suck him in earnest,
sliding her lips up and down his spit-slickend shaft.  She was doing this for his
pleasure, but also mine, as she brushed her hair back and maintained an angle
such that I could see it all.  I said nothing, and tried to fight to urge to grab
my own cock and start pumping.  The last thing I wanted was to lose control and
come before my partners in crime had gotten their cookies.

She sucked, and he caressed her blonde hair as he looked down on the delightful
spectacle of her full pink lips tightly gripping his shaft, taking him in as far
as she could, and then slowly pulling back, letting her lips rake him savagely. 
It had to feel unbelievable to him, but he kept control and just stood there,
taking his pleasure like a real man.  I wondered if these two made amateur porno
movies, and if not, would they like an agent?

Eventually, the sucking had to end, and just as my hands began to creep
involuntarily towards my own yearning member, she gave him what looked like one
last hard suck and let the head slip from her mouth with a nasty, sexy liquid
popping sound.

She stood up, and again leaned up and whispered something in his ear I couldn't
hear.  On hearing it, he immediately sat down, slipped off his sandals and the
pants around his ankles, and then lay back on his back in the mixture of soft red
clay and pinestraw that made up the floor of the little clearing.  He was fully
naked.  I could ony imagine what would happen if some real hikers appeared. 
Hopefully, they'ed either get into it and watch, or run the hell away and leave
us alone.

She then unsnapped her own shorts, and let them fall.  Stepping out, she stood up
over his head, facing his feet, with a foot on either side of his head.  Then
slowly, as if in a strip tease, she worked her panties down off her sexy hips,
sliding them down her tanned legs slowly until they were at her ankles.  Moving
her feet till they touched his ears, she then bent down and pushed the panties
over his face, so that the smelly wet crouch went right over his nose and mouth. 
I could see his tongue come out and start to lick in the wetness.  She watched
this lewd, nasty, and sexy act from her bent over position, and then, using her
finger, begin to push the panty crouch into his mouth so he could suck on it.

This was about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.  I could no longer control the
actions of my hand, and began to lightly rub my cock and balls.  It felt so good.
 I wanted to feel what they were feeling.

Soon they tired of the panty game, and she stepped out of them and flung them
aside.  (Too bad she didn't fling them to me -- what a nice souveneir!) Stepping
forward slightly, she put a foot under each of his armpits, and began to slowly
and teasingly lower her ass towards his face.  He looked up eagerly, awaiting the
arrival of the sweet tangy slit that brimmed with her copius sexual lube.  Soon
she was there, and as his head raised up, the sooner to get his tongue in, she
sat down full on his face.  You could see the instant change of expression on her
face as his tongue began it's licking and sucking.  I had seen his work on her
ear earlier, and although from my angle I couldn't see what he was doing in
detail, I knew the gist of it.  You had only to see her face to know he knew all
her special spots.

Inevitably, from their position, you knew what had to come next.  She bent down,
took his cock in her hand, and bent it to her lips once again.  It was nice how
their body sizes made for a well-fitting sixty-nine; he was at least 10 inches
taller than her, and this made it possible for her to suck him while sitting on
his face with having to bend him back at an impossible angle.

I was so hot I was on fire.  They weren't just having hot, uninhibited sex, they
were putting on a show for me and loving every minute of doing it.  And they knew
I was loving it too, from the way my eyes were glued on them, and the way I
slowly stroked my cock.  Slowly, lightly, because I feared coming too soon and
not getting the maximum enjoyment out of this precious moment.

The sixty-nine didn't last more than a few minutes before they changed position
again.  She rose up off her knees, revealing on his cleanshaven young face and
lips the shiny trail of her honey.  She turned around and straddled his cock,
taking it in her hand and guiding it to it's target, the soft little hole inside
the puffy pink lips.  I could see the head press in, the foreskin folding back
again, as she lowered her hips.  Without even a moan, he watched as his cock
disappeared inside her.  Indeed, we all three watched the delicious progression
as a smaller and smaller length of his white shaft was left revealed.  Soon, her
light brown pubic hair touched and mingled with his dark black bush.  He was all
the way in.

She then leaned forward, putting her hands into the dirt on either side of his
head, and kissed him lasciviously.  I knew she was sharing her own taste from his
lips and tongue so recently inside her.  These two lovers were my kind of people.
 I wished then I was with my own girl, to be doing the same wicked things to her,
both of us loving it.  But that would wait -- she'd wonder why I came back from
the mountains so horny, and, eventually, I'd tell her, maybe after our first
session, to fire her up for a second round.

In front of me, she sat still and turned her face in my direction for the first
time since she'd started sucking him ten or fifteen minutes ago.  I looked right
back into her eyes, and began to stroke my cock harder.  She took the hint
immediately, and began to fuck her lover in a slow, sexy rhythm.  He reached up
and played with her tits and nipples as she rose and fell on his thick shaft. 
Her delicious ass was so sexy, rising up and down in the ancient movements of
love.

Soon I could see that the foreplay, and the intense stimulation both were
exchanging, was starting to drive them towards their mutual come.  Her rhythm
began to be a little less steady, and picked up some speed.  He was no longer the
passive partner, but began humping up at her.  As I saw this, I started to stroke
harder.  To simulate the feel of being inside her, I licked and spit into my own
hands, and then wrapped them around my cock and pushed up and down, imagining
myself inside a woman as I watched them.  The feeling was exquisite.  I knew I'd
be ready when they came, which seemingly wouldn't take long now.

But I underestimated the sexual prowess of the exhibitionist lovers.  She
suddenly rose up off him, his cock leaving her with another audible pop. Without
a word, she flopped down on her hands and knees, her naked white ass pointed
straight at me.  I could see the sloppy tangled wetness of the pretty pink slit. 
Her lover wasted no time, he knew what she wanted.  He got up, and got on his
knees behind her, and quickly reinserted his hard wet cock.  I had a full view of
the insertion this time, and he pushed it in without any teasing.  She was so
wet, his thick cock sank in easily, the thick oval balls pressing up against her
clit.  I could just feel the pleasure it gave to both of them in my own body. 
But I stopped stroking, and resolved not to start until they did -- I was timing
my come as best I could.

He didn't make me wait long, he started pumping his hips in the time-honored way
that people do when they are fucking like the animals they are.  I could see him
rest him hands on her hips as he started.  The view of his ass and hers from
behind, with the cock sawing in and out, was wonderful but I missed seeing her
face and the pleasure-agony she must be going through. But I knew she had
positioned herself, like an experienced exhibitionist, so that I would see the
maximum sexual contact.

Now, we all simply drove ourselves towards our orgasms.  He stroked her pussy and
I stroked my cock.  Finally, the overwhelming feelings started to force noises
from her heretofore quiet throat.  I could hear as she groaned, and mumbled
words, some of which sounded like "Qui, qui, ohh, qui." They were French, my mind
noted in passing.  He stayed silent, but the liquid squishing sound of his cock
in her, and the wet slapping sound as his loins whacked against her ass, made up
for it.  I love the sounds as well as the view and the feelings and the tastes
and the smells -- why leave any senses out of the feast?

Oh, it was heavenly, but it couldn't last long at this pitch.  She spat out some
word I didn't know, but it must have been "harder" because he started to really
hump her with long hard strokes like a jackhammer.  Soon she started to wail, and
hump her ass back at him.  They were so close!  I pumped harder.  I wanted to
come when they did.

Suddenly they both stopped moving.  He held still inside her.  She was silent for
a second, then she basically screamed and shook her head from side to side.  He
kept his dick up in her, feeling the tightness and spasms as she came on him. 
Yessss...so lovely...I stroked my firey pole with abandon, loving the building
feeling.  But I wasn't there yet as he started again, this time without regard to
anything but his own come.  In no time, he let it flow.  I stopped my own motion
for a few seconds, to watch him ram his hips up as if he meant to force his cock
all the way through her, and groan as his cum squirted in deep where it belonged.

He kept it up for a long time,  before finally relaxing and exhaling his long
pent-up breath.  Both were gasping a bit.  I continued my stroking, a bit
disapointed that I hadn't come yet, but now determined to come in full view of
them, as a reward for their show to me.  In front of me, he began to slowly
extract his still-hard cock from her.  As he did, the thickness forced gobs of
white cum back out of her pussy, so much that two little rivulets ran down her
thighs.  God, was that ever sexy to see.  I was glad I hadn't cum and could still
enjoy it.

Finally he drew out, his sloppy cock streaked with white cum and shiny girl
honey.  Her pussy looked frothy and well-fucked, which it was.  I was so hot I
was getting close, and slowed my motion.  I wanted them to see me.  Just as I was
contemplating asking them to turn around, she bent up onto her knees and looked
around at me.  She smiled a languid little smile when she saw I was still hard.

As I watched and stroked myself, she reached her hand down to her pussy, and
inserted two fingers and swished them around inside her.  Slowly removing them,
she brought the cum-covered digits up to her mouth and very sexily licked them
before inserting them and sucking their mingled juices off.  Her boyfriend
watched this too, on his dirty knees beside her.  She did it again, reaching in
and taking another dollop of mixed cum out, and this time, she put it in his
mouth and began kissing him.  That did it for me. It was too sexy, and I groaned
as I felt my body tighten up.

Both turned their heads at my groan, and within seconds I was spraying the ground
between us.  She murmured a sound of approval at this.  My come was fiery,
intense, furious, and seemed to go on for minutes, with spurt after pent-up spurt
pulsing out.  At last, it ebbed, and I sat back on on the ground in dazed
exhaustion.  I think I did manage a weak smile in their direction.

Soon after recovery, we all quickly pulled on our discarded clothes, aware that
someone could appear at any moment, however unlikely that was.  I intended to say
hello to them and try to strike up a conversation, since (surprise) I'd really
like to get to know them better.  But as soon as they had gotten dressed, they
held hands and headed for the path, turning their back on me.  I watched them go,
both with knees stained by the red dirt, giving away to any experienced onlooker
what they had been doing.  But I'm sure they didn't care, or maybe they wanted it
that way.

I sighed.  At the first bend in the path that would take them out of sight, she
turned for a second and blew a kiss to me.