Two Lovers in Broad Daylight - Sex Stories

Two Lovers in Broad Daylight

Catching the Show

I was late losing my virginity. Really late so you can imagine how frustrated and horny I was by the time I got to the summer I was about to turn 20. My cock was always hard and I was pulling away on it constantly.

I knew other teens were getting fucked because I caught a cute couple doing it one hot afternoon in Mississauga, Ontario in a secluded part of Jack Darling Park down by Lake Ontario.

I was wondering around one Saturday afternoon with nothing to do so I ended up at the beach ogling some of the talent sunbathing by the water.

There were a couple shameless girls with their tops uninhibitedly undone and ample portions of their soft mammaries bulging out as they lay on their stomachs wearing only bikini bottoms. But for some reason I headed up into the woods above the beach. It turned out to be a great decision.

In a large clearing on top of the Region of Peel Water Treatment Plant a couple had spread a blanket and were necking.

They were properly clothed so I didn’t think much of the scene; just envied the lucky guy for the way she was lying on top of him and kissing him passionately and with such intensity as to not even seem to care if anyone saw. I guessed they were a little younger than myself.

If they had continued doing that for a few more seconds I would have walked on and missed the whole show. Instead, just as I was about to push off, the guy lifted the hem of the young lady’s light summer dress. She was wearing ...

... white cotton panties. My interest piqued, I lingered, partially hidden behind the small building leading to the water plant’s entrance; peeking out from around the corner like a sick pervert. He was running his hands all over her ass, even slipping his fingers under her panties through the legholes and stroking her bare-ass buttocks as she straddled him.

She certainly seemed to enjoy this attention and she began to thrust her hips rhythmically, erotically moving back and forth on top of him several times in an explicitly suggestive action.

I watched. Over the next 20 minutes or so her movements became more and more sexually agitated.

Seeming to appear to make up her mind she sat up suddenly, still straddling his hips, and began to unbutton the front of her dress in a casual manner which was neither hurried nor hesitant. She shucked the cotton material from her shoulders and it fell away as she looked down at her guy. Braless in just panties, bare to the waist, exposing her breasts, enacting every adolescent boy’s masturbatory daydream. What a turn-on to see.

Unfortunately, from my poor vantage point, I could only see her beautifully curved back, slim and white, muscles subtly stretching as she moved her arms. Her breasts were tantalizingly obscured by her shoulder. She had not been wearing a bra, that’s all I could tell. He lay there, on the other hand, getting a great eyeful.

“You little fuckin’ slut!” I muttered softly to myself. My voice quavered as I spoke, ...