When I told my wife Judy I'd like to take up bird watching when I retired, she looked at me as if I was joking. "That's an old man's pastime Frank. You'll be bored in a week." She could have been right were it not for a remarkable experience that changed our lives. See what you think.
I'd been a tower crane operator on building sites in London and the South East for nearly forty years. Some people might think it is a lonely job, but I was fascinated by life taking place 250 feet above the heads of people scurrying below. Lots of birds occupied this world. Feeding on flying bugs and sometimes each other. Living and breeding on precarious ledges of new and decaying buildings. I kept a pair of binoculars in the cab to see the sights. Sometimes human nature was on display. Occasionally, I'd see a courting couple fucking on the balcony of their penthouse apartment, or pressed up against the plate glass walls of their office.
Another crane operator tipped me the nod. "Some people are exhibitionists. They get turned on from being watched. I've had them flash a torch at me to attract my attention." He opened his lunch bag. Get yourself a pair of these. Night vision. You would not believe the sights I've seen doing overtime on Crossrail. The posher the neighbourhood the filthier their antics."
He was right. Some days I'd go home fired up and describe to Judy what I'd seen, hoping to get her going, but she'd look at me like I was a pervert. She'd inherited a streak of puritanism from her mother that seemed to grow as she got older. More on that later.
I said now we had retired; we should get a van so we could go away when the weather was better. I was keen to visit sites recommended in my birdwatching magazine. Judy put her foot down. "I'm not sleeping in a drafty, uncomfortable VW panel van Frank. It's my retirement too."
So here we were, two years later. Parked up at the coast in our fancy motor home that cost a fortune. (`I like this one Frank; the kitchen is better than ours at home.') We'd been to a few well-known bird watching sites, but this was our first time on the east coast of England. I'll let you guess where we were before I tell you later.
We'd trekked about half a mile through the dunes and long grass before we found a spot Judy was happy with. As luck would have it, we were only twenty feet from falling off a cliff onto the sandy beach fifteen feet below. Judy made camp in her beach chair with her audio book, women's magazines and sudoku puzzles close to hand. I crawled SAS style to the cliff edge with my binoculars and camera, so as not to disturb the birds. It was worth the effort. A huge variety of sea and wading birds had gathered on the sand banks fifty metres off the beach. The estuary provided a good menu of crabs, bugs, and small fish for them to squabble over. For the next hour, I took photos and film like I was on location with
Attenborough
. I was thinking of stopping for lunch soon when the decision was made for me.
From a hidden path on the left, three people ran laughing and screaming onto the beach; setting all the birds to flight. I had the presence of mind to capture the scene before turning my attention to my noisy interlopers. I stood up, waving my camera. They saw me.
"Sorry, we thought no one was here," shouted a girl. She looked embarrassed.
"No problem. I'm finished anyway," I shouted back.
"Who are you taking to?" said Judy, behind me. She had little interest in sea life, but she was nosey.
"Three young people on the beach love. Two girls and a boy. The girls must be sisters. They have the same long ginger hair. What's in the sandwiches love?" I had an intuition something was going to happen, and did not want Judy putting the kibosh on it by sticking her oar in.
I ate a sandwich with Judy, but was curious what the three of them were getting up to. They looked like students in their late teens or early twenties. I surmised they must be locals to have found a route down to the beach through the dunes. "I'll just see if they've gone, love." Judy was too engrossed in her magazine to look up as I crawled back to my lookout post. I was just in time for the festivities.
The trio had finished their lunch of crisps, biscuits and fizzy pop and were enjoying an after dinner spliff. The smell of the strong weed caught in the breeze and drifted in my direction. My binoculars caught their smiling faces. The girls, both ginger and pale were definitely sisters. They were slim and shapely in neon orange and green bikinis. The boy was slightly older. Broad shouldered and lean, with brown hair. He was wearing long surfing shorts. He looked related to them.
The weed was making them silly. The boy shook up the bottle of pop and sprayed both girls. They shrieked and got up to chase him. I watched the pursuit. The way his wet shorts clung to him I could tell he was not carrying a torch in his pocket, the lucky sod. The two chasing sisters were lithe. Firm high breasts with hardly any wobble as they ran, shouting threats of revenge. Their bikini bottoms just about covered their pussies. When they ran past me, I focused on two lovely white arses exposed by the g-string backs of their bikini bottoms.
Their noise carried further than I thought. "Are there guillemots down there, Frank?"
"No love. Just a couple of hairless mottes." I grinned at my joke, knowing it would go over Judy's head.
I turned back to the action. The girls caught him and pushed him over into the sea. In retaliation, he picked one up as she struggled, all long legs and flying hair, and threw her into the sea. She came up shrieking and spluttering, wearing her bikini top like a scarf. She took it off and wrapped it around her wrist and set off after the boy who was chasing down her sister. Her naked tits were lovely. Nipples a darker orangey shade than her hair. I was getting a hard on and by the look of him, so was the boy. The other sister put up more of a fight but also ended up topless. Her sister arrived to help and between them they wrestled him down and got his shorts off. He didn't put up much of a fight, as neither you nor I would have.
He stood up and waved a monster erection at them, and they shrieked and ran away in mock terror. I got the sense that they had played this game many times before.
They returned to their towels and flopped down. The boy's cock waved in the air. He said something to the girls, and they took their bikini bottoms off. They had delightful pussies with just a small triangle of hair pointing the way to heaven. I was shocked, but not as shocked as by their next antic. They waved to me. I thought I was hidden, but to ease my aching erection I'd moved into a half couch.
What could I do? I was a peeping Tom, caught in the act. They knew I was there. I waved back. I could see them laughing at my surprise. One after the other, they gave me the thumbs up. They wanted me to watch them. I swapped my binoculars for my camera and they all nodded. The boy kissed one sister, then the other, and had a good feel of their tits. They grabbed a handful of his cock and balls. I thought my cock was going to explode. I didn't hear the fun police arrive behind me.
"You are very quiet up here Frank. What is going on?" I guess my erection gave the game away. She squinted at the trio a hundred metres away. "You are spying on them you pervert. I thought they were young kids."
"They are in their twenties and the boy has quite a cock on him, Judy. They gave me the thumbs up, they want me to look." I said in defence. I waved my camera at her with photographic evidence if she wanted it.
It was turning out to be a day of surprises because Judy said, "Let me see, and demanded the camera. I gave her the binoculars, and she hunkered down next to me. We spied in tandem. I remember Judy's commentary.
"Not an ounce of spare flesh on those girls. In my day we'd say they needed a good feed. Oh, my God Frank! He's got his head between her legs. The other one has her legs open, showing her bits to the sky. Now he's got his fingers in her." Judy's face was flushed.
I slid my hand up her beach dress. She opened her legs without argument. She was sopping wet. I pulled her knickers to one side and easily slid three fingers into my wife. Judy moaned. I leaned close to her ear. "Maybe he's trying to make them come together. Should we try to make it a hat trick?" I was pushing my luck, but the scene below transfixed Judy. I encouraged her onto her knees and removed her knickers. We were now in full view of the young trio. I pulled my shorts down and entered my wife. A flood of fanny juice came back at me. My thighs slapped against Judy's substantial arse.
My wife's attention was on the scene below; binoculars glued to her eyes. "The girls are wiggling about. The dirty young sod. He's made them cum Frank." Judy was not far behind. She backed into my thrusts. Whether it was the noise or our motion that attracted their attention, the trio on the beach looked up and clapped us. "Oh God, Frank they are watching us! "
Judy's pussy gripped me tighter than I'd know it in years. I had to make the most of this moment. I pushed Judy's beach dress over her head, knowing she was braless. Her huge boobs bounced and slapped against her stomach as I pumped her frantically. She was about to complain at my exposing her nakedness, but she was too close to coming. On the beach, they cheered and whistled. I grabbed Judy's big arse and slammed into her, watching the waves ripple through her cheeks. Judy came with a scream and slumped face down into the sand, arse in the air. I squatted as I gave her both barrels. With my finger in her arse, I waved my other hand in the air like a rodeo cowboy. I milked their applause while my wife's cunt milked my aching balls. Like I said, making the most of the moment.
I was basking in the afterglow when the puritan ghost of her mother took back control of my wife. "Get out of me Frank. For god's sake. We are fucking like dogs in the open air with a bunch of kids watching us." That triggered a phantom spurt from my dead cock, and Judy scowled.
I pulled out and collapsed on the sand beside her. "Relax love. It was just a bit of fun. You've got to admit you enjoyed it."
Judy was dressing hurriedly. "What if we bump into them again?"
