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."
He smiled nervously and lifted his hand, slowly stroking his cock, his cheeks beat-red. He stammered "I -- I've never done this in front of anyone before. Not even my wife."
I replied "Keep going. Get it all the way hard."
He kept stroking his hardening cock as he glanced around nervously. I smirked slightly "How does it feel to be the one being watched?"
He kept stroking as he begged softly "Please don't call the police."
I laughed a bit. "I'm not going to as long as you obey. Just keep stroking it. I've never watched a guy do this before."
He smiled a bit and stroked a bit faster. I stared, amazed at watching his hand pumping his now completely hard cock. I had to see it better. "Stop. Move your hand. Let me see your cock."
As his hand moved away, I stepped closer and looked down at his cock. It was pulsing on its own. It wasn't that long, but the shaft was thick and veiny. The head was so big, so swollen. It sat on the thick shaft almost like the head of a mushroom. I bit my lip as I wondered what it would be like to have it inside me. I think it was thicker than any of the other cocks I'd had. The head was at least.
He watched me staring at his cock and said nothing. I finally looked up at his face and smiled a bit saying simply "Continue." As he started stroking again, I pulled my shorts down, exposing my bare pussy to him. I heard him groan, wide-eyed as I slipped a hand between my legs and started to rub myself. My fingers pushed my labia apart and slid along my wet slit.
He stroked faster, groaning softly, staring down at my hand. I stared at his cock as he stroked faster. I stepped closer, only a couple of feet from him now. I tugged my sports bra up, exposing my tits to him. His hand moved up, cupping my breast, his eyes looking into mine with a questioning look. I nodded and moaned softly "Yes, squeeze it."
He squeezed my breast firmly as he stroked faster, the giant head of his cock almost touching my lower abdomen now as he stroked. I rubbed my clit harder, moaning deeply now. He was starting to groan and stammered "Al-almost there."
I bit my lip hard as I orgasmed, his words pushing me over the edge. I rubbed even harder as I came, letting out a deep groan. He grunted and came, spurts of cum pumping out and splattering against me. It ran down into my fingers, mixing with my own wetness as I kept rubbing my clit. There was so much cum! The feeling of it pushed a renewed wave or orgasm through me. This time I couldn't stay quiet and I cried out "ooounnng -- yes...."
He let out a deep groan and stopped stroking, staring at me, his hand still holding his cock. I stopped rubbing myself and looked down. I had never seen a guy cum so much. Both our hands were coated with cum. My lower abdomen and mound were covered in cum. His cum was dripping down into my shorts that were between my thighs.
He looked at me with a confused look as I started to giggle a bit. "What? What's so funny?" he asked.
I couldn't stop giggling as I replied "Oh, I'm sorry. It's.. it's just ... there's so much. I've never seen a guy cum so much. I'm a huge mess!"
He smiled, a bit of a proud look on his face. "I do tend to cum a lot. I'm a huge mess though. I can't go home like this. How would I explain this to my wife?"
I smiled a bit at him as I pulled my shorts up, doing my best to hide the cum. There was still a huge and very visible wet spot between my legs though. I heard myself saying "You can come to my place and clean up if you want." What was I doing?? Inviting a stranger who had been spying on me to my apartment? I didn't know anything about him.
He asked "Are you sure you're ok with that? I mean, I'm a stranger to you.'
I nodded. "You drive though. I can't walk home looking like this." I motioned down with my hands. My lower stomach was sticky from his cum even though I had tried to wipe it off. My shorts were soaked from his cum, and the scent of cum on me was overpowering. You couldn't see it, but the lining of my shorts was squishy against me from the cum.
He gave an embarrassed smile and did his best to pull his pants up and hide the mess he had made. He nodded a bit. "Ok, follow me."
