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Sexy Vegans Part 2

An evening meal turns into something unexpected.

By Alex M. NovakPublished 6 years ago 11 min read
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“Imagine how sexy it would be if Richard came up and watched us, just like you watched all those years ago”

(Continued from "Sexy Vegans Part 1")

Elle noticed the young man in the car park as she arrived. The binoculars, strung loosely around his neck and resting on his chest, indicated his passion for birdwatching. She watched him set off west on the circular route of the remote woodlands. Elle headed east, the sun breaking through the pine trees, bathing her face in warm light. Her spirits were high as she neared halfway.

Ahead she could hear noise in the forest, probably a fox she mused. Looking to her left she saw the young man with the binoculars sat down in a clearing below; thinking he must have spotted a rare bird, she stopped to see what he was looking at. He could not see her, but she had a clear view of him below.

He was sat on the grass, his white shirt tight against his strong body, and his knee length pale shorts highlighting his long-tanned legs. She was about to turn and leave, intent on continuing her summer stroll, when she saw the man begin to unbutton his shorts. “I really need to leave,” she whispered to herself, but lingered a few seconds longer. Just long enough to see him lay back, arch his back, and slip his shorts down. She stayed hidden, trying to breathe gently so as not to alert him, as he then slid his pants down, revealing his obvious state of arousal as his long, thick, hard cock sprang out from his pants; the faint slap as it hit his stomach aroused her.

Rachel could feel movement below her legs. It was very clear that Simon was turned on, but her legs acted as good cover. She wondered how Richard felt? Simon continued to read.

Should she stay hidden, watching, or leave him to his semi-naked nature afternoon? She stayed, her eyes fixed on his hard-swollen cock, his hand now grasping it firmly as he slowly massaged the length of it in elegant rhythmic strokes. She felt her pussy become moist; the intoxicating erotic sight of this young man masturbating amongst the trees captivated her voyeuristic tendency. Her own hand slipped below the waistband of her knee-length, pale yellow, cotton skirt, her fingers quickly finding her enlarged and gently tingling clitoris.

Watching his every move, she matched her self-massaging fingers to the movement of his hand on his thick cock, the red wet head of it glistening in the rays of summer sunlight. His hand moved faster, as did her fingers, her legs beginning to tremble. Oh, how she wished she could quietly walk down, step across his powerful hips, and lower herself down to him, pulling her white lace panties to one side and letting his now huge cock fill her wet and aching pussy.

There was no time; his hand moved faster, as did her fingers, his deep moaning voice matching the quiet yearnings of her own breath. Her whole body started to shake as the waves of orgasmic pleasure consumed her, heightened to ecstasy as he jerked and cried out as streams of hot white cum shot from his pumping cock onto his tanned stomach.

She quickly moved away as he turned her way, did he see her? Feeling weak legged, she quickly continued her route, checking behind to see if he had seen her, but nobody moved. She got back to the car in quick time; the man in the woods was nowhere to be seen. Her thoughts raced, the thought of how sexy it was, and a thought of how she desired to sit across his strong tanned legs. Before starting her car, she wondered if she should leave a note on his windscreen: “Fellow watcher looking for mutual experiences.”

“And that’s it,” said Simon, semi-relieved that it was over, but aware of the huge bulge in his trousers; luckily Rachel was covering what could have been awkward.

“Well,” said Rachel, looking at Richard, “What did you think, how would you review it?”

Richard had been silent throughout the reading, but he had felt a stirring as Simon had read the short story. He was unsure how to respond as this kind of left them all in a very fragile place, but he thought, what does it matter, they were good friends.

“Hmmm, how to answer that,” he responded. “Well, it was short and powerful, and erotic, and it just made me wonder.” He left the sentence hanging.

“Wonder what,” said both Rachel and Simon in stereo.

“If this is based on reality or fantasy? Where do you think of the topic and setting, Simon?”

Simon pondered for a moment, “I think it is a mix of fantasy, but also maybe based on a little bit of reality in the distant past.”

“Really,” said Rachel, “Tell me more.”

“Well,” Simon hesitated.

“Yes, come on, tell us more,” encouraged Richard.

“Well,” started Simon again, “It was based on something I saw in my 20s, when out walking, just like in the story, though I was the one watching birds.”

“What, you saw someone wanking in the woods and stayed and watched and got turned on.” Rachel’s excitement was funny, she realised how it sounded and added, calmly, “It’s OK, after all, it is in the past.”

“Yes, exactly that, some guy in a woodland clearing, and yes, I did watch; that is where the story comes from. I wanted to leave readers with a question of morality, the question of would you stay and watch if you knew you could not be seen?”

“I see, a deep philosophical story with sex, very nice,” joked Richard. “I would have watched if that is any consolation."

“So would I,” said Rachel.

They all laughed together again.

“And I assume you stayed?” Richard questioned.

“Yes, I did, and I felt a bit guilty, but I couldn’t leave, it fascinated me.”

“Did it turn you on?” Rachel’s excitement once again noticeable.

Simon swallowed deeply, wondering if this was getting too deep and exposing, but it seemed the story had to be told.

“Yes, it did, not sure why, it just did; I guess it was the not being seen, but seeing.”

“Did you do anything while watching?” Rachel pushed the conversation deeper, aware that she was now very wet at the thought of her man secretly watching another man pleasure himself.

Simon glanced at Richard, maybe looking to see if he was OK, maybe just seeking approval to continue. Richard raised his eyebrows, as if to ask, “Well, did you?”

“Yes, I did, what the hell does it matter now anyway? I stood by a tree as I watched and masturbated as well. Sorry, it’s just the way it happened.”

Richard, sensing Simon’s embarrassment, offered, “Don’t worry, my friend, we all respond in the way that happens at the time, nothing to be embarrassed about. We never know how we would have reacted, and hey, it sounds pretty sexy to me.”

Rachel was surprised by Richard's response, but pleased, she squeezed Simon’s hand, noticing the bulge had not subsided, so that was good as she was feeling super turned on now. She also wondered how Richard was feeling; she noticed he had crossed his legs, maybe to hide his decency she mused.

The conversation meandered around less erotic content for the next ten minutes or so, but it was clear that the story had been a conversation stopper. Rachel was the first to move and suggest bedtime; neither of them had work early, but Rachel was aware Richard had a long drive in the morning, and she was also keen to get Simon upstairs.

They said goodnight to Richard, Simon smiling a look to him that said, “Well, that was some conversation.” Richard smiled back, and said goodnight, making ready to settle on the sofa, which was as a matter of fact, big enough to be a bed, and it was perfect for someone 6ft from head to toe.

Richard watched them vanish upstairs; the creaking of floorboards was noticeable. He had really enjoyed the story, and wished he was with Jennifer right now, especially as he heard Rachel and Simon climbing into bed, their voices muffled but still faintly audible.

“I can’t believe I read that story,” said Simon in a hushed tone, “Do you think it was OK? I mean we know Richard, and he is amazing, but did we take it too far?”

“It was beautiful darling, don’t worry about it, and thanks for being so honest, I never knew about that. You are so brave," she said reassuringly, kissing him at the same time. “I do feel a little sorry for Richard though, down there all alone and probably very frustrated. Poor man.”

“Do you want to go and help him out, babe?” said Simon jokingly, making the mood a little lighter.

“Stop it, you are a very naughty man. I couldn’t go and do that right now; that would be so wrong,” she paused for a moment and then added, “I will wait till you are asleep.” She slipped her hand into his shorts and felt his very wet, and very hard cock.

Simon laughed quietly, “Anyway I don’t want you going downstairs in the dark, you may trip on the stairs. I will go ask him to come up and join us then,” Simon joked back, and making a move to get out of bed.

“Stop it,” she responded in a hushed tone.

They had often fantasised about someone joining them, or meeting a stranger in the woods, but every time that fantasy had played out, Simon had played both roles, the husband and the stranger. It had only ever been a fantasy, and it was safe keeping it there, but inwardly, they had both wondered now and again, “Well, what if?”

Rachel returned to the story that Simon had written and read so eloquently. “Imagine how sexy it would be if Richard came up and watched us, just like you watched all those years ago,” her voice a little louder than she realised.

“Oops sorry,” she whispered, “Anyway looks like you have something for me, darling. I never thought you would get so turned on talking about a naked man masturbating,” she teased.

“No, it was not that,” said Simon defending himself. “You know I am straight as they come.”

“Really, sounds like you may be a little curious, my dear,” she teased again.

Simon’s hand slipped into her pants. Pushing between her lips he felt how wet she was. She moaned slightly as he kissed her neck and ear.

Richard lay quiet, listening to the odd creak and voices upstairs. He wondered what they were talking about. The effect of the story was keeping him hard, and he felt extremely turned on. It had been hard to conceal how turned on he was, especially in the company of Simon and Rachel. He lay silently on the long sofa, slightly turned on at the thought of his friends upstairs, probably touching and kissing each other. He gently stroked his now rock-hard cock. The house was so dark out here in the country. He thought of Simon watching in the woods, he thought of the woman in the story watching, he imagined it was him being watched by Rachel.

“Stop it,” he thought to himself, but they were both very sexy. His thoughts could not be stopped as he stroked more firmly. He could still hear them chatting, Rachel’s higher pitch finding its way, still slightly muffled, down the stairs.

“Imagine how sexy it would be if Richard came up and watched us, just like you watched all those years ago.”

Richard stopped. Did he really hear that? It was Rachel, and had she spoken loudly so he would hear? His heart raced. Surely not. His thoughts swam around him, “Do they want me to watch them?” His mind swirled, “Is that why they told the story, was this all planned?” He lay there for what seemed like ages but was in fact less than a minute. He decided he should listen again, just to make sure.

Richard got up, just in his briefs, holding his cock inside the tight materia. He moved quietly to the bottom of the stairs. The light from their room, a very dim light, spilled onto the landing. Silence, well almost, he was sure they were moving, but the talking had stopped. He peered up the stairs, listening in the darkness.

Rachel was soaking. Simon had been very silently rubbing her clitoris. She had wanted to moan, but knew that because their old pine bedroom door would not close properly, any noise would be easily heard. She was desperate to have Simon inside her; the story and his revelation had left her so turned on she felt she could burst. Leaning into Simon, she felt the hard tip of his cock against her stomach. She moved higher up the bed, feeling his cock pushing to get closer, forcing its way between her legs. She reached up, grasping his hair and kissing his lips, their tongues entwining. She also thought of Richard, probably masturbating downstairs. The thought made her even wetter.

Simon reached round with both arms and cupped Rachel’s perfect breasts in his strong hands. He rolled onto his back and pulled her onto him, her back on his chest, perfect position for kissing her neck.

Closing his legs, he spread Rachel’s wide, his cock easily slipping into her wet pussy. “Oh babe, you're so wet,” he whispered. Rachel closed her legs on top of his.

“Quiet, I think I heard creaking,” said Rachel.

(Story continues in "Sexy Vegans Part 3")

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