It was when I was wandering around London that I had the idea, or rather I watched someone else's idea being played out. I'd been walking along the South Bank enjoying the sights and the people. The great hulk of HMS Belfast never failed to impress me despite the fact that it was now literally welded to its moorings. I'd dropped south of the river to Borough market, bought an ostrich burger for a fiver and eaten it in the grounds of Southwark cathedral. Back next to the river, I'd ended up at the London Eye and was sitting on a bench on Jubilee gardens, a flat open park with lots of tourists and a few benches. I stopped to rest and drink some water.
It had been a warm, sunny weekend. One that brought the tourists to London in their multi-national packs, but as early evening came, the heat eased a bit and London was in that lull between day time tourism and evening night life. The park had fewer people in it that there had been half an hour earlier. There were still groups lying in the gently waning sun, eating the dregs of picnics, Like many of us, I love people watching. I find them fascinating. It is a great way to spend the day. I love looking at couples and wondering what their relationship is like, or how they ended up together. Sometimes I wonder what the world would look like if we all walked round naked. I bet there would be fewer muggings.
There is a general vacancy about people who are absorbed in the moment. Those who are unaware of anything except what they are currently doing. Conversely, there is a certain alertness amongst those who are aware of their activities within the wider environment and it was this that made me notice them. I had seen them arrive amongst the groups with their picnicings and those who were dozing in the sun, a young couple, him a few inches taller than her. He was wearing jeans, a teeshirt and a rather stylish hat. She was wearing a long denim sleeveless dress to the ankle, button through. She was carrying a cardigan and wearing sandals. I noticed her more than him as she looked slightly nervous. She had light-brown hair to her shoulders and wore delicate little glasses. She was one of those girls that looked ever so natural and easy going, but that guys would melt over. In a few words, she had caught my eye.
As they walked past I took in the view. The cut of her dress wasn't particularly low over her chest, but it was low enough to see the beginnings of the curve of her breasts. It was fastened quite tightly, and as the stress on the material was across and not down, the material gapped open a little between the buttons. In the few seconds as they walked past, I could see that there was no bra, just the pale skin of her right breast. The tightness repeated at her hips and I could have sworn that I saw the crinkle of hair, but the moment was so brief I wasn't sure. Suddenly my heart was thumping in my ears.
They lay on the grass some twenty yards from me, feet towards me, his back a little towards me, her facing me a little. They were both on their sides, he on his left and she on her right, turned towards one another. I wasn't really watching them, but there was a certain awkwardness about them, and they kept glancing at the people around them, albeit subtly. I pretended to be deep in thought, but could look at them when they weren't looking in my direction.
For a while they just chatted and glanced around every now and then. There was a subdued nervousness within them that I was aware of. I don't know if anyone else had noticed; I don't think so.
She had curled up a little and had brought up her knees to point at him and had stayed like that for a little while, again both subtly glancing around them. The she had slid her left foot up towards her buttocks with her knee pointing to the sky. As her dress was so long there was nothing to see unless you had your head on the ground -- no glimpses of what may lie beneath, just the toes of both feet and the ends of her sandals poking out from under the hemline.
There was something slightly suggestive about this. Had she been wearing anything shorter, even by a couple of inches, she would have exposing whatever she was or wasn't wearing to an audience of twenty or thirty people at any one time. I continued to watch them. I could see more of her breast as it had slid within the bodice of her dress. I could feel my erection growing.
He shuffled closer towards her and kissed her. And then kissed her again. He shifted her cardigan from where it had lain between them down so it lay between them at hip level. He then also raised his knee and had leaned it against hers. It looked perfectly innocent, but in my slightly erotically charged mind, it meant that she couldn't drop her leg without having to shift herself.
She shuffled her hips very slightly closer to him, and then did something very specific. She moved her left foot, the one flat on the ground which previously had been behind her right calf. She lifted it and dropped it on the inside of her right shin. For a moment I caught slight of her inner thigh in the darkness under her dress, but didn't really glimpse anything other than that.
She was now in a position where her two feet were hooked around each other and her legs were wide open, with his knee pressing against the thigh of her left leg to hold them open. She was really, splayed open under there. Try lying down and doing that yourself -- you'll see what I mean.
It looked perfectly natural, but if you thought about it she was being held wide open under her dress. If I was right about her having no underwear on, she must feel very exposed.
Having shifted her foot, the hem of her dress had risen a couple of inches from the grass. It was still impossible to see anything, but had I been able to drop my head to the level of the bench I was sitting on I thought I might have been able to. For a moment, I thought about lying on the bench, but there was an old lady next to me and nowhere to lie out flat. More to the point they might have noticed and I was enjoying the way she was lying.
It then occurred to me that I did have the DSLR in my bag. It was one of the new style ones, without a mirror and could take video. I opened my little rucksack, and unzipped it and pretended to fumble around in side. What I actually did was turn it on, take the lens cap off, use the barrel to zoom it in about 3/4s of the way and then set it recording. I lifted it out of the bag and set it between my legs pointing at them, and then pulled out an apple as though that was what I'd reached in for. I left the bag lying across my legs.
I was so excited I could barely eat. Once or twice I adjusted the camera so that it was pointing at them. I thought what I was doing was probably illegal, and for a moment I wondered what I would say if someone pointed it out, but I could say I didn't know it was on record. It was a public place, anyway.
