And so it was that I became a temporary tax preparer. As David had said, the work was not hard to pick up, but soon became a source of fascination. I felt that my mind, recently blunted by retirement, was being sharpened again. The customers were generally friendly, and it was something of a joy to be able to announce large refunds to people who were obviously struggling to make the rent. Most of my new coworkers kept themselves to themselves. David, however, was a mystery.
I should put my cards on the table here. When Mary was dying, she made me promise that I would never get involved with another woman, and this is a promise I have kept. But I believe Mary never knew of my attraction to other men, and on that subject I made no promise. Now, as soon as we had met, I felt an immediate attraction to David. Over the first few weeks we worked together, it deepened into... what shall I call it? An infatuation? A crush, perhaps? But I could not mention my feelings during work hours, and David and I never arrived or left at the same time. There was certainly no chance of a conversation when he or I were out dressed as the statue; the other one would always be indoors helping the customers.
My only hope was the hour's lunch break we both took each day, which happily coincided. In my first weeks, I always returned to my favourite restaurant next door, and I had hoped to invite David to join me; but as soon as twelve o'clock struck, he would excuse himself and leave, not returning until one or sometimes even a little later. Naturally, this bred frustration in my heart, but also curiosity. Perhaps I should have asked him where he was going, but we never had a spare moment. Perhaps it was wrong to decide to follow him at a safe distance, but my curiosity was eating me.
One Thursday, the last day of April, I waited five minutes after he left, so that he would have a head start, and then followed him through the door in the back office. It led out into a small parking lot, and beyond that undeveloped land. The trees and bushes grew right up against the tarmac. I saw fresh footsteps in the mud, and pushing the leaves aside I crept into the woods.
I was quiet. A light step and a gentle touch have been my gifts since I was young. Carefully avoiding the great boughs of poison ivy, I crept through those woods, until I saw David in the middle distance, standing beside a tree. I paused and held my breath, but he had not seen me.
He was naked. His clothes lay in a pile on a nearby bush, carefully out of the mud which covered his feet. He stood before a great oak, with his fingers curled into its ribbed bark. My eyes naturally drifted to his stiff cock, which was everything I had imagined it to be on my nights alone, except that I had never imagined it being ground up against the trunk of a tree.
David was thrusting his pelvis over and over against the bark. For a moment I was startled, and then aroused. My hand found its way to my own cock, achingly hard, pulled it out, and began to attend to business. David wrapped his arms around the tree and thrust harder. His hands didn't meet on the other side of the trunk, and seconds later he came, crying out, his back arching back, and it was all I could do to keep from making any noise as my own orgasm swept over me. For a few seconds I did nothing: I could hardly see straight, and somehow I wanted to stay exactly as I was; but I had been spying on him and he must not know. I cleaned myself up with a few nearby leaves and crept back to the office. Fortunately, David chose another path and, I still believe, did not see me. I could think of nothing else all that afternoon, and I could hardly endure the bus journey home before my evening of frantic masturbation in memory of the scene.
I woke up the next morning, Friday, May Day, and wondered for a moment whether it had been a dream. If not, perhaps it would be unwise to repeat my spying. But twelve-ten found me again creeping out of the office, and in the same place I saw him fuck the same tree. My heart felt ready to burst out of my chest, and my cock was so hard it ached, but this time I did not touch myself. I had to investigate.
