One summers evening many years ago, whilst in my early 20s I caught site of a peeping tom spying on my girlfriend and I having sex in the car.
My girl was on top riding my hard cock, i suddenly became aware of a young man about 20 peeping above the car door, he must of got a great viewpoint of my glistening love juice soaked cock and the rear of my girl bobbing up and down my shaft.
I didnt react and didnt let my girl know we were being watched, I surprised myself to find that i was so excited that a man was staring at my hard cock and balls with my girl impaling herself vigorously.
Eventually this man must have lost his nerve and quietly retreated, but this encounter left me so excited that i could not forget about it.
My then girl was completely oblivious to this, but i was transfixed and excited by the fact that my hard cock had been seen by another man.
A few weeks went by and i kept thinking of this incident, i wanted it to happen again, but the strange thing was, was that i didnt want my girlfriend with me...i wanted to be watched masturbating myself by a man.
Eventually i plucked up the nerve to go back to the same spot, which is a known lovers lane area and see if the man would reappear and spy on me.
What i didnt know was how he would react to seeing a lone male masturbating in the car, would he make fun, gesticulating and be abusive...but my curiosity and excitement won the day and i would go as the sun was setting.
I pulled into the quiet wooded area just off the road, the nearest properties being about a quarter of a mile away.
I locked the doors of the car from inside but lowered the window an inch so i may be able to hear anyone creeping up on the car in the woods outside.
It was now completely dark, I was in the drivers seat with the seat back all the way flat, the radio was playing very low so i could still hear outside and the dashboard lights emitted just enough light so someone looking into the car could see what was going on. My pants belt was unbuckled and lowered halfway down my thighs, back then in the late 80s i wore tanga styled underwear, which cupped and shaped the male anatomy into a nice bulging pouch.
I was so nervous but excited, anyone out there in the dark peering into cars had to be equally as perverted as myself i thought, this only added to my excitement.