One evening, when I awoke prematurely from my badly needed sleep, the glowing deep blue numbers on the digital clock in my bedroom began to glow brighter. They had rarely bothered me in the past but this was not an ordinary evening. The clock read 2:10 am. I had been asleep for no more than an hour and a half, when a very troubling dream woke me up with a sudden lurch. I sat straight up in my bed, shouting NO! I tried to lie back down and reassure myself that it was only a dream but I knew that dreams were not merely free flowing irrelevant images of the psyche, they were important messages from the unconscious mind; shards of broken mirror that reflect our deepest and sometimes darkest inner selves. That is one of the reasons that these dreams tend to be very disturbing for me, even after the memories of those images have faded back into the ether of the unconscious mind.
I decided to go out for a walk into the darkness of the night. I had learned a walking meditation technique from Alan Watts years ago when I was riding my mountain bike. I thought that it might accomplish three things. 1) Make some sense of these remaining fragmented images. 2) Work off some of this anxiety driven energy. 3) Restore my peace of mind.
I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I was not going to merely slip back into sleep without first doing something extraordinary. Reading was too passive; I needed to do something physical. Therefore, I went out.
As I began my trek into the California moonlit winter night, the air was chilly and clear. I made sure to wear warm clothes and my good walking boots. I felt immediately invigorated by the cool air and knowing that most of the human race in my funky little town were asleep.
I did not want to walk along those heavily trafficked boulevards and avenues, I wanted to creep along the dark, uninhabited mountain roads; roads that I could walk down the middle of with little concern for cars or other passersby.
I knew a couple of places that were tranquil and as Scott Peck would say, " Less traveled. " I walked for about a half an hour, all the while replaying those images of impending doom in my mind. The one thing that I knew I would never forget... was running. I had had these dreams before, the question was: What was I running from? I was afraid of something... but what, was the question.
As I continued on my journey, I came upon a truck up ahead. Apparently, the driver had parked in a hurry. The rear end was askew and sticking out into the roadway. As I approached, I could hear male and female voices emanating from it but they sounded as though they were outside. I couldn't see much from my vantage point because it was too dark. As I approached, I could hear a woman's voice moaning. I continued approaching slowly, quietly and her moans got louder. I did not want to sneak but I did not want to disturb whatever it was that was going on in that truck either. After all, I have the right to walk along this road. I stopped and listened... I could hear sucking sounds, mouth noises. I continued and finally, I reached a point where I could see a naked couple in the back of the truck and they were engaged in sixty-nine! My god... there they were out in the open, in the back of a flat bed truck, illuminated by only the moonlight, sucking each other!
Being the inquisitive voyeur that I am, I decided to hide behind a tree and watch and listen. The sounds alone were giving me a throbbing hard-on! I could see the woman on top. She had full hourglass hips and I could barely see the side of what appeared to be large breasts. I couldn't see the man very well due to him being on the bottom of this love pile. He appeared to be tall. In fact, he must have been very tall because his feet were hanging over the edge of the tailgate, which was in the down position. By the movement of her head, he must have a very large cock too. She was bobbing, gobbling, and occasionally choking as she took his entire long dick into her throat. I could see his hands on her ass. He had both hands holding her ass cheeks wide open. " Go deeper " he said! " That's it! " The sloshing sounds that he was making as he ate her pussy were intensifying. She was obviously very wet and he was reveling in her juice. I began to rub my crotch through my pants. I was afraid to take my dick out lest someone drive by and catch all three of us, them with mouths full of cock and pussy and me hiding behind this tree and spying on them.
"Stick your finger in my ass!" She squealed. He stuck all four fingers in his mouth and got them wet with saliva. As he began to insert his finger into her wanting rectum, she stopped sucking his dick, threw her head back and began humping his hand. She was fucking his finger and moaning, "Oh yea baby! Fuck my ass! " She was ready to cum, so he inserted another wet finger into her opening rectum. She could feel the orgasm beginning to vibrate from within her cunt but the fingers in her ass were intensifying the pleasure 10 fold. She looked over her left shoulder and continued fucking his hand as hard and as fast as she could. As she started to cum, she threw her head down onto his swollen cock again and began to deep throat his unyielding dick! She seemed lost in all of the sensations of having her clit licked, her ass penetrated and his creamy cock in her mouth. She could hold no more... she let out a continuous moaning squeal that sounded like a whiny motorcycle engine trying to turn over.
