Chapter 9 Gary in the countryside
Gary had always enjoyed a ramble. The desire to ramble naked had come rather later in his life but the pleasures of countryside walking had been with him since a boy. In part he did enjoy the solitude. It was not that he did not sometimes walk with other people but it was good to be free to walk at his own pace and immerse himself in his own thoughts.
Standing on the old footbridge looking down into the sadly overgrown railway cutting Gary could see the young couple he had been watching earlier. Now with clothes removed, the girl's white dress set aside, they were absorbed in their lovemaking: indeed so absorbed they did not to see a face looking down at them. No doubt they thought themselves unobserved; thought their place private and simply had not seen the footbridge above them; perhaps it had been invisible through the obscuring leaves of the saplings now growing through the ballast of the old track; perhaps, and it was green painted, it did not show up against the sky with the trees all around it. Perhaps they had not really been looking.
Gary undid his zip and brought himself out into the sunshine. Unsurprisingly he was already hard at the scene he was observing and the warm sun felt good on his flesh. It was unlikely anyone would come across the footbridge that afternoon and if the young couple did look up and see not just a face peering down but an erection sticking out through the footbridge's railings they could hardly come up and complain. The path did not straightway join with the old railway line and they were not exactly dressed for chasing!
Gary wanked pleasantly as he watched the developing scene below. A so fortunate piece of Peeping Tommery and so pleasant not simply to watch but wank as well. Lovely to see the naked bodies. The girl as delightful naked as he had imagined when he had been watching them - and he saw everything. Her thighs splayed as his fingers played with her sex. He thought he could almost hear the wet sounds of fingers. Good too to see her fingers curled around her friend's penis and working it. Wonderful voyeurism. The boy was eager to go the whole way, a bit like a train charging up the line with throttle wide open, the girl's thighs were wide open and he eager to get into her 'tunnel.' The girl seemed happy enough to move from petting to the real thing.
Gary smiled at the simile in his mind as the boy had prepared to 'engage.' The copulation was fast and energetic: the movements matched by Gary's hand. Stirring stuff indeed!
Gary had wondered, when he had been watching them earlier, whether the couple might settle somewhere. He had so liked seeing them hand in hand; had so liked the way the girl's thin white cotton dress had floated around her; had enjoyed the sight of her bare legs and strappy sandals as he had approached them from behind; had watched the movement of her buttocks as he had got closer and then been, briefly, in conversation with them. That had been enough to fix her pretty face in his mind - to say nothing of the swell of her breasts. It had been such a pleasant surprise to, later, catch the glimpse of white beneath the footbridge and pause.
Beneath him, the girl rolled the boy over so she was on top and, riding cowgirl, gave Gary a much better view. He leaned even further forward, delighting in her young but nonetheless bouncing breasts, moving up and down as she rode her boyfriend's cock. A cry from her, a cry from him and Gary, too, let himself go, delighting to share in their orgasms; his hand moved fast and the inevitable happened; a strong spurt of semen launched itself from his penis, as it always did, up and into the air. Leaning, as he was, over the railing Gary not only saw the couple below but also his penis do its thing; the shot of semen shining white in the strong afternoon sun, seeming to hang in the air for a moment before falling down and down to splash, it appeared, right on the naked couple below. For a few seconds Gary's semen rained down upon the couple, but then there was no more. Neither girl nor boy seemed to notice how their private sexual congress had been joined by a third party not simply vicariously but in reality; that their exchange of bodily fluids had been joined by another's.
Gary smiled and, after a time, tucked himself away before resumed his walk. It had been stirring stuff indeed!
He had most certainly intended to have a nice little wank by himself that day. He had planned on finding some sunny little private spot to enjoy just playing with himself, getting himself out in the open, enjoying the warm sun on his skin - certainly enjoying the warm sun on his erection. It had however been better than that. Gary had been able to observe a nice young couple 'at it.' He had enjoyed the illicit thrill of watching them in secret; the girl's naked charms and the copulation. It was a shame the girl had not sucked. Gary would like to have seen that - the girl's lips around the boy's cock. If he was to picture the scene perfectly done the lad would have been naked and the girl kneeling but still in her white dress, although with her breasts brought out into sight. He had not, though, seen that. One could not have everything! But no matter, he had been unexpectedly treated and he knew he would be wanking again and again to the real as well as imaginary scenes in his mind.
That wonderful sunny afternoon had been long ago back when he was still with his wife, though not when things had been good. Even so, back before she had made his virtually impotent with her sarcasm and derision. That had not been an easy time. It had been back when he had delighted in getting out of the house and walking peacefully on his own and had found solace in his thoughts and masturbation.
It had been a wonderful event, a more than memorable experience. The couple no doubt never had an inkling they had been observed; had no idea how important their display had been for Gary; how sustaining the memory had been for him. Thereafter, whenever he crossed that bridge he always, as a matter of ritual, exposed himself. For him to allow himself to cross the bridge his cock needed to be poking out of his fly. Sometimes hard; sometimes soft and sometimes he would then stand looking out from the bridge, his cock poking out of the railings and wank; and if he did that then he would wank to a conclusion. It was a ritual. Once again letting his semen fly and fall to the ground or leaves below. His cock might be small and stumpy but he could certainly let fly - and fly it did! A pleasure for him to watch whether in the heat of the summer or cold of the winter.
He had done the act with the snow on the ground, had brought his penis out into the chilly air and with pleasurable thoughts of women in fur coats (and nothing else) had sent his semen spurting out into the cold, frosty air to fall sizzling on the snow far below - well the 'sizzling' bit was somewhat of an exaggeration but it was a pleasing idea nonetheless!
He had done the act with the rain pouring down, his penis poking out of his mackintosh 'flasher' like. his semen falling not just like rain but together with the real rain down into the old cutting below.
Gary wondered if the couple were still together? Were they now a middle aged couple with children? Did they remember their afternoon in the overgrown seclusion of the old railway line? Had they more than once walked that way? Did they still walk that way? He had always kept in his mind a hope he might come across them again. His best thought that he might come across them strolling naked; the couple having left their clothes behind and gone for just a short walk naked in the sunshine. It might well have been something they would not have thought of; an idea which did not appeal or else the girl too scared to do such a thing because of the thought they might meet someone. It was so much Gary's type of fantasy, born of his developing pleasure in being naked outside himself.
He particularly liked the idea of coming across them not only naked but aroused. The boy's arousal so obvious, his erection so very present: but the girl's nipples hard and elongated too, a flush to her cheeks and perhaps there might be a glimpse of moisture shining wetly in the sunlight between her thighs. To have come across them like that, perhaps even with the boy's penis shining with the girl's wetness revealing they had been intermittently fucking as they had walked in the sunshine - a prolonged travelling intercourse - was a delightful thought. Perhaps the girl bending and being taken from behind for a few strokes or perhaps reaching up to lift herself up on a branch and then to descend onto her boyfriend's cock as she wrapped her legs around him. Not continuous intercourse but intermittent interludes to a sunny afternoon's stroll. A prolonged, peripatetic intercourse. Perhaps the girl's hand lightly holding her boyfriend's erection instead of his hand when they had come across Gary.
Their wonderful shock at seeing Gary; perhaps quite tongue-tied as he stopped to talk to them seemingly almost unaware of their nudity and arousal. The girl's hand perhaps snatched away from the boy's wet erection - perhaps not. Naturally in later years, Gary had imagined himself also naked. A little more pre-planned, a little more unlikely that he would have known where they were walking and that they were walking naked in just the same place, but nonetheless the pleasant idea of them seeing him suddenly in front of them on a country path as naked as they. Not himself aroused of course: not immediately anyway! How pleasant to stop and talk; talk about how nice walking naturally in the countryside was; and better still to find himself rising as he talked; the girl's eyes widening as she saw what was happening; until there were two erect men on the path. Gary imagining the young man's erection not going down at all.
