I could feel the rough bark of the tree trunk on my bare back and ass, and as long as I didn't move, it wasn't too uncomfortable. My hands were tied with rope, stretched a little too tightly up and over my head and secured to a tree branch above me.
I was on my knees, which were starting to complain, as well as my ankles, tied back around the tree. I felt a bit like an insect with his back stuck on some flypaper, only held immobile with ropes. A bandana covered my eyes so I couldn't even see what was going on.
My cock was aching and stiff, pointing out straight ahead, and I considered the circumstances that got me here. If I had told anyone at work what had happened during this strange, out-of-control weekend, no one would have believed me, or at least they would have laughed hard enough that I wouldn't have dared mention the story anyway.
I could hear my tormentors just a few feet away, chatting, giggling and having a leisurely picnic, and making occasional comments about my prick's stiffness, and what might next be in store for it.
I had not been looking forward to this weekend, yet had made a promise to my wife out of obligation. Nowhere would I have foreseen how events would go, however. If Carol had known, she wouldn't have agreed either, but that's a different matter. The whole situation was just plain bizarre.
Months earlier Carol had arranged for her college pals, Kira and Tess, to join her and her best college buddy Millie, who lived just the town over from us here in the foothills of the Smokies, to come out for a bird-watching weekend. This was a relatively new interest for Carol, and I guess one of those signs that we were solidly and unmistakably middle-aged. At least it seemed that way to me. College some twenty years in the rear view mirror for us, our boy Andrew himself ready to head off to university next fall, and away for the summer for the first time in his life with a job down on the coast.
The house had been unnaturally quiet and the phrase "empty nesters" was leering us in the face. Beginning last autumn, at the start of Andrew's senior year, Carol had picked up some birding equipment, a nice set of binoculars and a bushel of guidebooks, and had been scouting around our region and getting good at bird identifications.
To me it seemed like she was looking ahead, something wives always seem to do better than husbands, to find a hobby or activity to keep her occupied for the future when Andrew was no longer around. He'd been our life for almost twenty years. I humored her some, and would go along on some of her walks, but frankly, I couldn't care much about the whole deal. Birds can be handsome enough, they fly and make nests, and crap where you don't want them to, but their plumage and habits just didn't do much for me personally.
Anyway, the girls were coming out, in theory to share in Carol's new interest but more just to do a college reconnect, but Carol's aging mother this last week had came down with appendicitis, got the damn thing removed, and Carol went back home to Tennessee to take care of her for the week.
Everything was straightforward, no complications, but Carol felt the need to help and didn't want her mom alone. I tried to get her to reschedule the girls' visit, but it was going to be too complicated, too expensive to cancel plane flights, etc.
And while Kira and Tess, having flown in from out of town, had thankfully decided to stay with Millie instead of our place, Carol had still insisted that I lead the bird expedition up at North Lake she had planned for today, since I knew the terrain and we had a van big enough to haul us and our gear around.
And she reminded me of all the times she had put up my old college drinking buddies, fed them, and catered to them over the years. It was My Turn. Right. Phooey. But at least with my buds I was always around to talk and play host, even if she handled the infrastructure. For this one I was going to be doing everything.
So here I was, on a Saturday midday in June, leading a troop of early forty-something year old women around Clear Lake looking for loons, flycatchers and who knew what else. We had started along the main trail around the lake, but halfway around had to loop back since the rains had made the going fairly impassable around the swampy south edge of the lake, and the trail was impossibly muddy.
It was hot and buggy even in the shade, and I don't think I was the only one annoyed that we had to retrace our tracks. At least the breeze coming off the lake felt good.
We were headed back up the main knoll overlooking the lake, me in the lead with Tess, short, red-haired and the trimmest of them all, although that wasn't saying much, myself included. Any one of us could have lost 15 pounds without any trouble, or more.
Millie was just plain wide, her body took up a lot of real estate, although she was such a perpetually cheerful soul you never really thought of her as overweight. Her moon face had two dimples when she smiled, which was often, and she had kept her dark hair long. Kira, the Jewish one from New York with the brown flashing eyes, was round too, but smaller, with a short waist, broad hips and a healthy chest. I was in decent enough shape, although I wished my gut was smaller.
The three of them wanted to take the side trail down to the shore just before the knoll, to see some of the waterbirds, but I wasn't so keen on that.
In fact, our couple hours tramping about hadn't exactly been super comfortable, and I had pretty much exhausted my limited reserve of small talk by then, and wasn't able to either keep up with or take an interest in the other topics that seemed to occupy front stage for the old college companions.
Carol and I had met after college, so I didn't know the crew from then, only afterwards as favored old friends of my wife, although of course I had gotten to know Millie fairly well as a local family friend too. All told, I still felt awkward and a bit out of place in their conversations without Carol around.
So I begged off at the trail juncture, and indicated I would go up higher on the knoll to look for hawks, and catch up to them at the trail-head back by the car in half an hour or so. They were fine with that, maybe even a bit relieved since it gave all of us a little separation, and they might talk more freely without me around.
I didn't get the impression that they felt I was abandoning them. Besides, I had spotted another sight on the lake I wanted to investigate further alone.
I made my way uphill along the trail, and at a decent vantage point turned my binoculars towards Seward's Point, where several vacation houses had cropped up in recent years. There were a couple college-aged kids on a boat, moored in one of the smaller coves, who had drawn my eye.
Their dingy had the requisite cooler and party supplies. But sure enough, when I swung my binoculars their way, I verified what I thought I had seen. The gal had removed her tee shirt and was topless, sitting in the bow of the boat, soaking up the sun.
They obviously couldn't imagine that anyone would be seeing them. She had nice succulent boobs, and for once I was glad I had along the birding binoculars that had weighed me down the earlier part of the morning on our silly jaunt.
For a better view, and to be a little less conspicuous with some leafy camouflage around me, I climbed a decent sized nearby tree, perching myself on a large branch about fifteen feet up, and swiveled the high magnification Leica towards the amorous youngsters. Hot damn.
She had dark hair, as did he, and they made a handsome enough couple. She had thrown her head back, laughing at something he said, and her pointy softball sized breasts jiggled with her laughter. My crotch tightened as I watched them.
After a few minutes of conversation, my lenses intently trained on her lovely chest, she leaned over to give him a kiss. Naturally, he couldn't resist feeling her up while her tits were right in front of him, and he kneaded them in a way that made my mouth water.
Before long things got serious. Sitting on the rower's bench of the boat, he had allowed her to pull his trunks off, and she now knelt in front of him, between his legs, taking his prick in her mouth. I couldn't see the action as well as I would have liked, but her head moving up and down on his crotch was clear enough, her soft tits bobbing up and down enticingly as she worked him over.
I stood up on my branch, running my hand down to my own crotch, reveling in the delightful tingling and stiffening taking place there. Feeling a bit adventurous, I pulled off my shorts, and carefully stashed them and my boxers at the junction where the tree branch joined the main trunk. Binoculars back in sighting position, I braced myself against the tree trunk, one hand on my prick, while the other aimed the Leica carefully on the couple.
A couple of minutes of increasingly heated activity on the boat had me pretty excited myself. With all the commotion at home with Carol and her mom's news and so forth, we hadn't made love in a couple weeks, and my balls were boiling away with a good supply of semen. My prick was hard, and its head tingling to my touch. And it is just such a turn-on to have an erection out of doors anyway.
I was slowly running my fingers over my excited glans, while I watched the wench continue to tongue the new admiral out in the cove, when I heard a sound from below and looked down with alarm as Tess stood at the base of the tree, looking up at me. Her dark glasses kept me from seeing her eyes, but her mouth was open, and then slowly formed its way into a smile.
"This part of your normal birdwatching routine?" she asked, eyebrows arching.
"Ah, no..." I stammered, quickly letting go of my cock with my hand, a sudden sinking feeling starting to settle in. "Weren't you guys going to be down at the lake edge?" I asked, stalling for time and trying to say anything tangential to the situation. Just what sort of snappy reply was I going to be able to offer up?
Announcing the target of my viewing would at least have provided some reason for my condition, but then again, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. It turned out it didn't matter, since Tess had turned her head in the direction my binoculars had been directed, and even without lens aid she figured out the scene.
She turned back, smiling even more broadly at me. "Nothing like a good set of 10 power magnification lenses, huh?"
She paused. "The others went back to the car, and I just thought I would let you know we were ready to go."
She laughed suddenly and I knew my face was turning red.
I turned to pick up my shorts, and between my jangled nerves and the extra care I took trying to keep my balance on the tree, I managed to knock them off from their perch and they fell to the ground next to the tree root. Jesus Christ, I was going to have to come down without my shorts on, engorged cock bobbing around out in front of one of Carol's old college roommates.
I don't think I could have designed a more embarrassing situation. Well, maybe if Carol had been there to witness it, that would have been worse. And I wasn't even going to be able to view the messy, satisfying finale from the happy boat couple, either. I hadn't determined yet whether I would see him come in her mouth or maybe they would fuck merrily in the boat.
