I was wasting my time. It was hot. Too hot. Nothing was stirring, I was bored and I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn't just pack up and go home.
This was the first opportunity I'd had to come out to the lake for almost three weeks. Three weeks since those reports of a blue-barred grebe had been circulated. It was already a long shot that he'd still be in the vicinity, but I had to try. Trouble was, it was so hot that nothing was stirring out on the water. All I'd seen in the last three hours were a pair of mallards and a common coot. I was hot, sweaty and bored.
I decided to have one last scan along the lake shore opposite before calling it a day, and focussed my powerful spotting scope on the shoreline over to my left and slowly scanned along it seeking out any hint of movement that might indicate active birds.
I'd scanned along about a third of the visible area, pausing a couple of times at likely looking spots, before I spotted something moving behind the reeds in the top of my field of view. Adjusting the angle and focus carefully brought the disturbance into close focus. I was a little puzzled. I couldn't see what was pushing through the reeds, but it didn't move like any bird -- it was something much larger, for a start.
Then, as it suddenly moved into full view, my frown of concentration changed instantly in to a grimace of disapproval and annoyance. It was a young couple, out for a Sunday stroll. Through a bird reserve! Idiots! Their presence over there was the final straw to any chance of spotting anything at all now, never mind the blue-barred grebe.
I kept the scope focussed on them to allow myself to soak in the full luxury of my frustration and irritation. What were they doing over there? That area wasn't usually visited by the Sunday-strollers. It was boggy and hard to get to. They'd had quite a trek to get there and the girl wasn't wearing the right sort of clothing for it at all.
She was quite a good looker, I had to admit. Twenty-something, I guess. Long, dark hair tied back in a pony-tail. Tight denim pants that barely covered her bum and a loose tee shirt that would have covered them, except that it was tied in a knot at the side of her waist -- probably because it kept snagging in the reeds! He was a similar age, but dressed more appropriately for the conditions. Cotton walking trousers and a moderately loose button-up short-sleeved shirt, with collar.
As I was watching, they broke clear of the reeds and emerged onto a small grassy bank where a large alder tree was growing right on the shoreline. They paused, hand in hand, on the bank, looking out across the lake. It is quite a pretty place, secluded and unspoiled. Quiet and peaceful.
I kept watching, certain that they wouldn't be likely to see me. Unless they knew the hide was here it was doubtful they would spot it as it blended in so well with the surroundings. Spotting me in the dark interior was out of the question.
After quietly looking out over the lake for a few moments he pulled her in towards him and turned her face up to kiss her. I smiled to myself. Now I knew why they had chosen such an out of the way place for the stroll -- they *wanted* the privacy! I had no more thoughts of leaving now, I wanted to see how this would develop.
The kiss was still going on, and getting more passionate by the looks of things. She'd put her arms up, around his neck and was stretching up towards him, obviously enjoying herself. His right hand had moved up from her waist and was caressing her breast through her tee shirt. He was copping a right good feel!
All thoughts of water birds had gone. This was looking like being a lot more interesting than anything I'd seen at the lake for quite some time! He'd gone from kissing her to nuzzling into her neck and his other hand had gone from her waist -- I couldn't see it, but it was good odds that it was working her other breast. He was really going at her left tit now, squeezing and kneeding it as she pushed in to him, grinding her crotch into his.
She pulled away from him slightly, breaking his grip on her tits and started to tug at the buttons of his shirt. He responded by yanking free the knot in her tee shirt and pulling it up over her head, dropping it carelessly on the ground, revealing a purple bra over a nice full chest. He slipped the strap of her left shoulder and pulled the cup clear to start nuzzling and nibbling at her exposed nipple. After a second or two, she reached behind herself and undid the clasp, pulling the bra free and letting it drop to the ground with the tee shirt.
What a magnificent pair! Full and firm and evenly tanned. No bikini lines here -- and no shyness either! Reaching down myself I had to adjust my swelling cock in my own shorts. What I'd seen so far, and the anticipation of more to come, was having its effect on me!
Putting my attention back to the scope, she'd finished unbuttoning his shirt and they were back to kissing whilst she pressed those magnificent tits against his hairy chest and her left hand was rubbing the front of his shorts.
My own cock was pretty hard now and I started to gently rub it through my own shorts. Secretly watching the other couple was a real turn-on!
In the moment I'd taken my attention from them, she'd turned him around so his back was against the tree and was fiddling with the fastening to his shorts. He looked like he was trying to get his hand down the back of her shorts, but they were too tight, so he had to content himself with just squeezing her bum through the fabric. That only lasted a moment before she stepped back and pulled his shorts down in a quick movement. His cock jumped out, horizontal but not completely hard. A decent size, with neatly trimmed pubes. No sign of tan lines here either -- they were obviously a well-matched couple!
Gently, she caressed his cock and balls, stroking underneath from ball sack to tip a couple of times. His cock swelled and went from horizontal to pointing about forty-five degrees towards the sky. She knelt down I front of him, one hand cupping his balls, the other gently rubbing up and down his shaft. She was looking up to him, obviously saying something, which he answered before gripping the tree behind him and looking up to the sky, pushing his crotch out towards her.
Lowering her head, she gently kissed the tip of his cock, licked the head of it from underneath and then took it in her mouth. Her cheeks sucked inwards and her head bobbed up and down a few times before she looked up again to say something else, with a laugh. Her hands were still in place, one gently massaging his balls, the other now slowly and steadily wanking his shaft. Kneeling up higher, she pulled his cock towards her and started to rub the head of it over and around her tits, using it to rub her nipples that were now hard and swollen.
Hard and swollen is what I was too, and my cock was straining in my shorts. I quickly unfastened them and let the drop to the floor, round my ankles. Grabbing my own cock I started to rub it at a speed to match her action across the water. It felt good! Just recently the only action I'd been getting was though PornHub, and this live action was much more exciting than the fake activity in there.
