Last night with Matt had been interesting. I still wasn't entirely sure how I felt about teasing him about being small, but he seemed to be turned on by and like it. I had to leave to come home and get a run in before classes started, but the morning's orgasm had left me feeling a bit aroused.
I had decided to try a different route today. A friend had told me there were trails through the woods opposite my apartment. The entrance was a mile down the road, and the biggest trail loop was supposed to be 5 miles. That would give me 7 for the day, which was perfect for my training plan.
It was already warm and humid as I started the run, so I was wearing just a sports bra and shorts. I started off at a good pace and found the entrance to the trail loop without a problem. It was quite nice running in the woods. The shade made it cooler, and I could hear a lot of interesting birds in the trees. Plus, I seemed to have the place to myself.
A few miles into my run I saw what looked like a ladder going up into the tree. I wasn't quite sure where on the loop I was, but I was intrigued. I climbed up the ladder and found a platform with a seat. I looked around, wondering what it was for. Birding maybe? Then I looked toward the edge of the woods and gasped loudly. The platform had a perfect view of the balconies in our apartment complex. This must be where my voyeur watches me from!
I looked around to see if there were any clues about him or her. I didn't see anything that would tell me anything more about the person, so I sat there for a moment, staring at the apartment complex. You really could see a lot from there. I bit my lip, imaging what I must have looked like standing in the door with Matt fucking me. It seemed like my voyeur would have seen everything, and if he or she was a birder they would have had binoculars.
I squirmed a bit, squeezing my legs together. The thought was turning me on. I pushed my hand down my shorts and stroked my pussy. I was soaking wet.
I looked around to make sure no one was on the trail and then rubbed harder, grinding my fingers against my clit. It didn't take long before I was moaning, biting my lip to try to stay quite as I orgasmed. As my body shaking shook the tree branches, I had a sudden realization. I groaned deeply "Oh shit, they came watching me, didn't they?" I stopped moving my fingers and sat there, catching my breath, the lining of my shorts now soaked. After a few minutes I smiled to myself, climbed down the later and continued on my run.
When I got home, I quickly closed the door and stripped off my clothes. I could smell my arousal on my shorts as I took them off.
Tossing my clothes on the couch, I moved to the sliding glass door leading to the patio and stood in front of it, nude, staring at where I thought the spot in the trees was. I stood there for a moment imaging what I might have looked like to him or her as I took Matt from behind.
I shook my head, trying to collect my thoughts and started to stretch. I worked by quads for a while, balancing with a hand on the door frame as I stood in front of the door, looking out over the forest and bike path. Then I switched to leaning over, stretching my hamstrings, my breasts hanging down under me. I stared between my legs at my pussy and saw that I was still slightly open, still glistening a bit. I chuckled. I had been rather aroused in the woods.
I then sat and opened my legs wide, stretching first one side, then the other. My pussy was very exposed like this.
I glanced out the window and the trees and thought I saw movement. My voyeur wasn't there, were they?
I stood and leaned against the door, a hand on each side, staring out the door, staring at the trees, my nipples stiffening again. The I saw it. The tree branch had moved.
I shifted my hands to my breast and played with them a bit, rolling my nipples around, watching to see if I got a reaction. It wasn't long before I saw the tree branch move again. My voyeur was there!
I bit my lip knowing now how much they could see. I slipped my hand down between my legs and started to play with myself, staring at the spot in the trees where I had seen the movement. After a few minutes I was soaking wet again and moaning softly. I wondered to myself if I could do it. Could I take this to the next level?
I stopped playing with myself and walked back into the apartment. I wrote "Let me see you" on a sheet of paper with a black marker and then walked back in front of the window. I held up the sign and waited. Would they actually do it? Would I get to see who had been spying on me? I stood there waiting, biting my lip a bit.
A moment later the tree branches shook and then one moved aside, exposing a face. A man's face. I couldn't see him that well that far away, but he looked a bit older. He had a beard. Beyond that, I couldn't tell much. I really wished I owned a pair of binoculars.
I stood there for a moment staring at him, still holding up the sign. My mind raced. What next?
I put the sign against the window and wrote again, quickly, before I could stop myself. I crossed out the last message and now wrote "Meet me at the entrance to the preserve by the large sign." I held the sign up and saw him lift his binoculars and look at me, standing there naked, holding the sign.
I waited for a minute until I saw him nod and then disappear from view behind the tree branches. What was I doing? I was going to meet a random stranger who had been spying on me while I had sex? Had I gone mad? What if he was a rapist or something? These thoughts went through my head as I pulled my running clothes back on, grabbed my key and phone, and opened the apartment door.
Fifteen minutes later I was standing by the sign at the entrance to the preserve. I decided to stretch some more while I waited just to make it less obvious that I was waiting for someone in this rather usual location. I was bent over at the waist stretching my hamstrings when a car turned into the driveway. I could see the older male driver staring at my ass as he drove slowly by. I give him a playful smile and saw him turn beet red as he knew I caught him looking.
I looked up and saw a man approaching. He had a beard and seemed about the right age and heigh. Could it be him? I stopped stretching and stood up, blushing slightly.
He approached and asked guardedly as he glanced around nervously. "Uh, hi. You live the apartments, right?"
I nodded a bit and stuck out my hand for a handshake "Yes. Hi. I'm April."
He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly, shaking my hand "So you didn't bring the police to come and arrest me?"
I shook my head slightly no and chuckled lightly "I thought about it, but no. What's your name?"
He replied softly "Doug."
I looked him over a bit. Late 30s maybe? Fairly skinny, beard. I asked him "So do you always spy on college students while they're naked in their own apartments?"
He turned deep red and stammered "I, uh no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was looking at this woodpecker. Your apartment, right in my view. You were, um, nude. I wasn't trying to spy!"
I touched his arm lightly and smiled a bit at his embarrassment as I replied "I'm not mad. I wouldn't have let it happen after the first time if I didn't want you to see me."
He opened his mouth to say something but I shook my head no. I took his hand and led him a ways into the woods, away from the trails and away from the driveway. He asked nervously "W-what are you doing? Where are we going?"
Once I thought we were completely out of sight I stopped and turned to face him. "Well, you've seen me. I think it's only fair that I get to see you too. Drop your pants."
He stared at me wide-eyed, shaking his head no. "I can't do that! Here? In the preserve? And no, my wife wouldn't approve!"
I smirked and raised an eyebrow, trying to portray a confidence I really didn't possess "Take them off, or you can explain to the preserve manager why a college student is in their office complaining about a pervert in the trees."
I watched his hands tremble as he unbuckled his belt and then pushed his pants and underwear down. His half-hard cock bounced free, and I stared at it, not saying anything. It wasn't a bad cock. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. Pretty average though rather thick. His balls were quite large hanging beneath his cock as he stood there nervously.
I commanded softly "Stroke it. You've seen me play with myself. I want to see you do it."
