I like to walk through the park at night for a lot of reasons. I like being silent and invisible as the night itself. I like when the evening's least noise seems crisp and clean, the slyest whisper carries to my ear. I creep along the edge of the manicured hedge, waiting for the lights of the pubs around the garden square to cast the place into harsh shadows from which I can easily watch. This is more than just a park; bordered on each side by a tavern, this courtyard serves as overflow for many secret rendezvous, and sometimes meetings even more intimate. I like to watch these couplings.
This habit remains my deepest secret, of course; my colleagues at the university would no doubt be shocked and horrified to learn I've seen most of them following the Creator's Urge in this courtyard. No doubt they would be surprised to learn I have any interest in sex at all. That is the way I prefer people, at a distance, but that doesn't mean I have no desire. I can't help myself from moving slowly into the bed of bushy lilies that, with the shrubs next to the path, create a perfect cover of darkness behind a popular bench. Settling into the shadows, I immediately hear something, a breathy giggle, so inviting. A horny sigh and a murmuring so full of lust that I don't have to make out to know its erotic nature. The woman across the hedge moans as if to agree as the couple arrives at the bench.
Beneath the bushes, a mere two feet from the bench where the couple recline, I can smell their desire. I can almost taste their moist lips as I listen to them softly sucking each others' mouths. I get a glimpse of the man's unfamiliar face, and I find him pleasant, even attractive. I can easily imagine wanting to be touched by him as this woman is, and I would later, when I'm not too afraid to cry out a little. Now I have to remain completely silent, as silent as the night itself.
It excites me especially when I realize that I know the woman on the other side of the wooden slats. A beautiful young woman, coupled to one of my colleagues, in the arms of a man much closer to her age than her spouse. She squeals shrilly when he reaches beneath her skirt, the delight and arousal in the young woman's breathy voice makes me blush. My pussy starts feeling warm when I begin to imagine the stranger's fingers tickling me instead of Suiz.
"Mm," the man says, kissing her deeply as he climbs over her, between her legs. "You're getting so hot, would you mind if I...?"
"If you what?" Suiz moans, chuckling, "Yes, enter me, that's why we came out here, isn't it?"
"Nice," the man murmurs, rubbing his hands together. "Yes, I want to do that, but I'd like to eat you out first."
Like me, Suiz had never heard the phrase, and Suiz can't figure it out, crinkling her upturned nose. "What does that mean?"
The man smiles, his tongue playing along his lower lip as he glances between the slats of the bench. My heart pauses a moment, then beats more urgently, pounding in my ears. Had I imagined it? I must have; he turns his attention to Suiz's neck and breasts as he slides down. "I want to use my tongue to give you an orgasm," he whispers to the woman beneath him.
Suiz laughs giddily. "You want to what?"
"I want to lick you," he purrs. "I want to taste the soft, tender flesh between your legs, explore every bit of you for the parts that give you the most pleasure, then I want to make you climax like you've never known."
Suiz moans as she lifts her hips from the bench, her legs falling wide open.
"Your womanhood smells so good," the stranger murmurs to Suiz's thigh.
"You like that smell?"
"You smell like arousal," he assures her, his voice a low rumble. "You smell like lust and yearning and excitement. You smell like you want pleasure, and that's my favorite fucking smell in the world."
Suiz makes a strange, strangled scream when the stranger's face disappears into her crotch. She squirms, gripping hard at the edges of the bench, her vocalizations turning gradually into something rather like whimpering: short, breathless cries that coincide with the jerking motions of her pelvis. She finally screams, but he puts a hand over her mouth. She still screams but more muffled. A great deal of liquid hits the bench and drips down, forming a wet spot in the dirt beneath.
"Oh my god," Suiz moans. "My god, that was so good..."
"Everybody calls me that when I'm making love to them," the stranger says as he sits back on his knees. He rubs his crotch, "I'm starting to get a swelled head over it."
Suiz laughs as he takes her around the middle, kissing her breasts. "I've never come like that before, it was incredible!" she moans.
"Told ya," he says, nuzzling her neck.
"Now will you fuck me?" Suiz asks pleadingly. "I'm here for you dick, not your tongue. If we're here much longer, someone else is going to come by."
This man is a stranger to town, a traveler of some sort, and something in the way he glances again into the brush makes me guess he's a Waren. Despite that people's ability to read minds and the etiquette about lingering too long in the park, he won't speed things up, continuing to taunt Suiz with his rigidity as he slides his dick past her hole.
"Hurry!" she moans, "My god, hurry up and fuck me, already!"
The stranger cocks his head. "Is that really any way to speak to your god?"
"Please!" Suiz begs. "Please, god, please, please put your divine cock into me!"
"Oh wow," says a feminine voice from the direction of the blue tavern lights. "Is there really a divine cock over here?"
"I wonder what's so divine about it," says a male voice. Vauq, the dean of languages.
My heart skips a beat. I consider backing up, going away. Watching him without touching myself might be an impossible task, and if this stranger is a Waren he would surely know. I strangle off a startled yelp when he glances again right at where he could not see my face in the shadows. But he knows. He knows I'm watching. My loins throb with heat brought out by my sense of danger.
"Come and see," the Waren invites smoothly. "She's had the best orgasm of her life, and we haven't gotten to my cock yet. I can do the same for you."
Meow looks down at the woman splayed quivering with readiness, on the bench. "Was it really that good?"
Suiz moans wordlessly as she recalls it with eyes closed and legs trembling. "So good, so fucking good. I want your cock, oh my god, please!"
"Mm, are you really calling me your god? That's a lot of responsibility, but how about this: I'll be your god of fucking."
"Oh god of fuck," she moans. "Please give me your cock!"
"I really like that," the fuck said, nearly panting with desire. "Do you want to try?"
"Oh god of fuck?" said Meow, skeptically. My mouth moves in the words.
"Get on your knees and say it," invites the Waren, sitting on the bench.
The two women kneel before him. "Oh sweet god of fuck," says Suiz. "Please let me taste your cock."
