It all started as a game. A sexy little romp into jealousy and voyeurism. We, my sexy little, post-teen girlfriend and I, would go out occasionally. A few drinks and an eyeful of passersby, and we would talk and point out our tastes to one another. She pointing out the standouts in the female population and an occasional eye-catcher in the men's, I pointing out my taste in women and clothing and, either agreeing or questioning her taste in men.
After a time we started daring one another to get up and approach the one's we really liked. A long talk, and a few too many drinks and we would even attempt it, the thrill of visual contact and a game of roulette. Still, it was difficult to draw a line and not be nervous under such scrutiny. At least for me, I might have a pleasant 5-minute conversation, even collect a number, but nothing more than that. While she, with a false confidence, would approach other women or even men and talk for what seemed ages, leaving me to myself, yet alone in my approachability, being so wrapped in watching her.
At evening's end, with a shower to wash away any guilt or lingering doubt we would make mad, passionate love and fall asleep exhausted. For a time, this was the routine, though I usually strayed little and simply observed her as she built up steam, getting more self-confident with each interlude and more daring each time. Even kissing them goodnight and once, checking his package in a sly, but obvious move. We argued on the way home, but very little once we made it inside and started to strip down.
I must admit that it thrilled me as much as it upset me. And, when she asked me if we could go again, I agreed knowing that I was lost. In private our sex talk became even more detailed and our dares all the more exciting and exotic, until it came to a head at a local club, where, upon entry, she left my side and did not return until closing, playing single and ignoring me the entire evening. For a while I was sore, confused, and hurt, but with a whisper she convinced me that my worries were silly and that I had nothing to fear from her mingling.
As time progressed, we would makeup stories of infidelity and intrigue to entice one another until we could stand it no more, and then we would rip off each other's clothes and have explosive sex wherever we ended up. The bed, the floor, the couch, the shower, and even in her car on the way home.
Funny how things start, one night we drove to the local college pub and, after a few drinks, she spots an interesting male across the room. I dare her to take him on, see if she can entice him to leave his friends and go for a drive, maybe park at a pre-arranged spot if she felt comfortable. What started as a casual conversation, slowly progressed to an odd kiss and, eventually, she leaning against him with one hand behind her back and his on her stomach.
When she moved to go replenish her drink and evacuate herself, I met her and asked a few subtle questions, then made a pass of his table, his pleasure was more than obvious, his excitement barely restrained by his tight fitting jeans. And, being large in stature, impressive, if not intimidating, in his stiffness. I was quite unsettled, so I sat closer to see better and to catch bits of the conversation, though theirs was mostly whispered from then on.
Standing a good bit taller than me, he made her look tiny in his lap. Her devious smile telling many tales with just a glance and smirk in my direction. Until chance brought me in contact with her late that evening and, feeling foolish, I dared her to take a drive with him and park in our arranged spot. She agreed quickly and was out the door in a flash with him in tow. I waited a little, then followed to make sure nothing got out of hand, literally.
I found them easily enough, parked in a dead-end that was surrounded by trees and lower than the surrounding ridge, giving me a good vantage, from above, through her window.
It was chilly, but not too bad, only fogging the windows slightly as they kissed and fondled one another in the moon's glow.
How excited I was to feel so jealous, to want to stop them, yet eager to see them continue. Soon enough the petting turned to the back seat, where I, with a creeping adjustment to my position, could actually see them more clearly. Sure enough, after a bit of jeans rubbing, his pants are unbuttoned and her slender, soft hand disappeared down the front of his pants. I can see a smile on her lips as their tongues danced madly and they smothered each other in kisses. Then she dipped into his jeans and pulled out his entire package. Needless to say, we were both surprised by the result. His erection was impressive, even at a distance I could see that this was no ordinary man. He was huge, thick and rock hard.
