Boo had settled into the rocky crevice only 10 minutes earlier. He loved watching the animals along the far shore of the roaring river. He had put on his camouflaged face hood, carefully arranged the netting to cover his shadowed form and readied his binoculars. A cool morning and Boo was eagerly awaiting the sun and the creeping rays would soon peek around the corner to wash him in warmth.
The roaring voice of the river soothed. Nature with its power and flow. "Laughter? People! Not people this morning!" thought Boo. His ears were straining again for that rhythm of human voice broken by the vocal protests of the river. Boo stilled himself as he looked across the stone table laid out before his private niche. The table was large, maybe forty by twenty feet and well above the river's shore. Privacy today was not to be.
From around the short rock wall to the left, a young man and woman came bounding in the exuberant way young people in love move in one another's company. They stood backs to Boo about six easy strides away. Boo breathed easily from the shadows. "They'll photograph my river and leave," he reasoned. Yes, out came the camera from the small nylon pack. First the young man as the subject with his dark green shirt fitting well with the forest. Looking toward his young lady friend and seemingly right at Boo or rather something looking just like a darkened corner in a rock face. Next, the young lady passing the camera - her turn. Her short auburn hair backlit by the sun. A halo of soft red warmth.
This was a handsome young couple and Boo smiled not wishing to disturb them. The couple seemed to be ready to go. The young man turned toward the wall to Boo's left and unzipped his pants. Out came a nice but quite average cock. Before he even began, Miss Auburn surrounded him with her arms from behind, took the cock in her hands and held him as the stream arced against the granite. Not so much a sexual thing as a sensual thing thought Boo, but he also thought, "Okay, time to move on". Auburn's mind was pulled in another direction. With her arms around Green, she had the sensation that she was holding "her cock", an extension of her own pelvis and she began to stroke the up-to-now soft member expressing the last drops of liquid.
Well, Miss Auburn had starting something. Mr. Green turned, cock still out, pulled Auburn tightly to his chest then kissed her opening mouth. Green was getting hard quickly. Since this didn't escape Auburn's attention, a quick hand was moving to caress, to stroke. Now Boo had some choices; wait and hope the visitors took their activities elsewhere, sit and watch, or scare the hell out of them as he dropped his net and stood up with his face hood. Boo took a deep breath and sat very, very still. He enjoyed watching the creatures of the wood.
Green moved Auburn up against the mossy rock face very few feet from Boo. Green pulled Auburn's hand from his cock by pulling back, dropping to his knees and almost in a single motion, unzipping and pulling Auburn's jeans and panties to her knees. The pace quickened. Auburn pulled her right foot out of her slide and out of her pant leg. The stubborn panties were shook from her sock-covered toes. By this time Green had opened up the treasure before him. Boo might know the woods, but Green knew what a pussy responded to. He spread the lips, Auburn opened and bowed her legs a bit, and Green was lapping bottom to top. Auburn balanced with one hand on the rock but the other steered Green's head to exactly the right place. Auburn's hair was lit again by the sun and the profile of her face showed a simple beauty of the girl next door. Her eyes were closed and Green's sunken cheeks told Boo blood was being pulled into Auburn's clit by a more-than-gentle suction. Auburn tried to push Green away, which had the effect of making him suck harder then return to this flat-tongued lapping again from bottom to top.
Auburn managed to wriggle loose, but gone was the smile Boo had seen in the picture pose. The woods, the river and this place had disappeared from Auburn's consciousness. She quickly went to one knee; Green's belt grabbed, opened then pants and briefs pulled roughly to his knees. The fly of the briefs grabbing then snapping his erect cock downward with a quick rebound to the perpendicular. Green was rolled roughly onto his back by a woman intent on one thing - fucking. We were beyond sensual now, beyond gentle loving. Boo wanted to see her eyes. "What are her eyes like? I can tell much from eyes," Boo told himself. Denied again. Her eyes were cast downward on this cock, this object she had a use, a need for.
