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Quickie: Getting caught.

... you jerk off.” I pushed down my shorts and underwear to my knees again. My cock was soft. Hardly believing this was possible I started pulling myself, but even though it had taken no effort to get hard as a rock before, I was too nervous to get hard then. “Maybe this will help,” she grinned and pulled up her shirt. She grabbed her blue bra and pulled it up so her boobs bounced free. They were gorgeous boobs with nice big nipples, glazed with her sweat. My cock grew hard in my hand. I wasn’t nervous anymore, I was enjoying every second of it. She watched me tugging myself. I was building quickly. “Wait,” she said. “In for a penny in for a pound.” She unzipped her shorts and pushed them down revealing a tight black bush. It was beautiful. Standing upright, she started rubbing her clit. “You’re going to have to catch up,” I said. “I’m almost there.” “Just hold in there,” she replied. “It won’t take me long. I’m so fucking horny.” I held off, only jerking occasionally to the keep the feeling going. She started to moan, soft little whimpers. She was getting very wet, I heard ...

... the moist sloshing of her cunt. She gripped her boob. “I have to cum,” I moaned. “Soon,” she said. Then she stepped towards me and made a shhhh motion with her mouth. Behind me, hidden by the tree I was leaning against, I heard two people on the path. A man and a woman. They were talking but I couldn’t make out what they talking about. I could smell her deodorant, her boobs were so close I could reach out and touch them. She didn’t stop masturbating. She nodded to me indicating that she was about to cum. I felt such a strange mix of fear and pleasure. I jerked out my orgasm. It was powerful and I had a job keeping quiet as the pleasure jolted down my legs, and then the cum exploded from my cock and splashed onto the leafy ground right at her feet. Then, as the last drips from my cock hit the ground, her tits shuddered, her pussy bucked against her fingers and she came, biting the fingers on her other hand to stop herself from crying out. The voices had gone. She pushed down her top and pulled up her shirts, mouthed a ‘thank you’ to me and walked away. I never saw her again.