Page 3 of CEO February: Brax Danvers
I wasn’t concentrating when I heard a noise, a slight moan and a rustle. I stilled, wondering if Sally had hurt herself, and wanted to determine her direction. I was about to call for her when I heard the sound again. It was a woman’s moan. I turned to where I thought the noise was coming from. Sally walked back and I clipped on her leash. If I was about to stumble into a crime scene, I didn’t want her running around contaminating it. I crept forward and then crouched down behind a row of dense bushes. The sound was louder, panting and moaning, I heard the slap of skin and a chuckle. I was about to walk away, knowing that it sounded rather consensual when my curiosity got the better of me.
I parted a little of the hedge and peered through. There was a small clearing, and on the grass were a couple having sex on a blanket. Both were naked with a neat pile of clothes beside them. She was on all fours facing me and her partner, an athletic-looking man, was fucking her from behind. He held her hips as he ground into her. Her tits gently swung in time with his thrusts, and I watched as she gripped the blanket with her fists.
Her auburn hair hung in a single braid to one side, and I felt my cock grow hard when the man reached for it. He pulled it, bringing her head up. She stared straight at where I sat. I was convinced, however, that she couldn’t see me.
I’d never done anything like that before, never watched strangers having outdoor sex. I’d been involved in the odd orgy of course, so I’d watched a couple knowingly, but the thought they had no idea I was there thrilled me.
If I’d read in the local paper that a pervert had been caught spying on couples I would have been disgusted. But, I reasoned, anyone could stumble upon them, so I didn’t feel I was doing anything wrong.
She licked her lips and drew in breaths through her mouth. He wrapped her hair around his fist and fucked her harder. I could hear the slap of skin on skin, slickness and wetness. I could smell them, and I became further aroused. I wanted to release my cock from my jeans, but the thought confused me. I was conflicted, knowing what I was doing was wrong but not being able to move or look away. I heard a rustle behind me, and my heart missed a beat. Sally rose to her feet and gently growled. I didn’t want to move but knew I had to. Just how to move and not be seen was the problem.
I moved sideways and as I caught my last glimpse of the couple, she smiled. I swear she saw me, and shesmiledat me! I stood as soon as I thought I was clear and walked on, fast enough to get some distance but not so quickly I’d make a noise. By the time I was back on the path, my heart was racing, and adrenalin flooded my body. The thrill of nearly getting caught had my cock so hard it was painful to walk and it rubbed against my jeans. Despite that, I jogged home.
I needed a shower, sweat had beaded on my chest and forehead and I doubted it was from any exertion, rather, the excitement of what I’d watched. I stood under the cool jets of water and wrapped my hand around my cock. I slid up and down, running my thumb over the head and spreading precum. I had been circumcised as a child and the smooth skin under my palm, without obstruction, gave me a glorious feeling. I closed my eyes and pictured the couple. I brought back the smell and the sounds of skin slapping on skin, of the noise his cock made fucking her while she was so wet, and their moans. I found myself mirroring those moans until I came.
I chuckled at the fact I’d reported a pair of panties to the ranger and, had she decided to investigate, she’d have found me there. I wasn’t impressed with the used condom left on the ground, however. I laughed some more at the thought of someone leaving a trash can available.
I flopped into bed and slept deeply, better than I had in ages. I dreamt of sex with strangers, faceless women who simply wanted me to use their bodies. I must have pleasured myself in my sleep because when I woke, my hand was sticky.
I took another shower and dressed in my jogging clothes. Not that I would jog, but somehow thecamouflageset me apart from the usual dog walkers and I might even receive a smile or two from other joggers.
Sally was ready at the door, wagging her tail in anticipation of her walk. I clipped on her leash and we headed out. I had to take the same path to see how different it looked in the day. I wanted to view the area behind the bush where the couple had laid their blanket. When I got to it, I frowned. There was an area of flattened grass, so I knew where the couple had been, but around it, and something I hadn’t noticed before, were tree stumps and logs placed upright, as if used to sit on. A cushion had been left on one. I hadn’t noticed anyone there the previous evening, but from my vantage point, I wasn’t sure I would have seen them. I moved to where I had been. It was only in the daylight that I could see deliberate holes cut in the bush, at least I thought them to be deliberate since they were so perfectly round; like little viewing windows. I started to laugh. Maybe I’d stumbled on more than just a couple grabbing a private few moments together.
One of the women I had dated prior to my fiancée had been very much anoutdoorperson and she hadn’t cared if we were seen or not. In fact, we received a ticket one time, which was super embarrassing for me. My fiancée was a strictlyafter dark, on the bed, in the house, with the lights off, and the curtains closedtype. She had, I now realized, stifled my experimental side. I remember her being horrified at me asking her to ride me, as if she was too precious to make any effort. And God knows what she would have done if I attempted a little anal. I laughed as I started to walk away from the clearing. Thank God she’d had an affair and I opened my eyes.
Sally ran around, sniffing and doing her thing and I walked with a smile on my face, feeling a little better about my experience. If the couple were up for exhibiting, then I wasn’t going to feel like a pervert for obliging.
“You look happy this morning,” Annie said, as I walked into the office.
“Thank you, I am,” I replied, not giving any information on why, and to be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure I ought to be. Should one be overly happy they’d discovered a voyeurism event?
I continued to my office leaving Sally to go and greet as many people as she could, gather as many forbidden snacks as possible to hide on full view in her bed, and then settle down. I refreshed her bowl of water and grabbed myself a coffee.
“Seriously, you look different,” Annie said, sitting in front of my desk.
“I’m smiling, that’s all. Do I usually walk in here all miserable?”
She laughed. “No, just something feels different, that’s all.”
“Well, when I’ve discovered what it is, I’ll let you know.”
For the first time in ages, her questioning irritated me. She’d been the first person I’d really gotten to know when I arrived in London. We’d gone for drinks and she’d introduced me to the rest of the staff where she worked, and where I was about to take over. She became a great friend and I didn’t want to spoil that. Equally, I didn’t need to share every aspect of my life with her, as she did with me. Many a time I’d sat and laughed at some sexy escapade she’d gotten herself involved in. Some of her friends called me thegay BF,even though I was, and am, straight. I had the personality to be their friend without it being awkward.
That particular day, however, it was awkward.
“Okay,” she said, dragging out the word, but still smiling at me.
“I’m not being snippy,” I said, laughing to cover up my annoyance at her probing.
She ignored my comment. “Anyway, Ingrid thanks you for the photographs and she’s thrilled that you’ll take Sally in to see her over the weekend,” she said.
I had completely forgotten I’d promised a visit but I was still happy to go. Taking Sally to visit Ingrid was a small price to pay, considering she’d agreed to me having her dog.
I thought it stupid to have the fifteen-minute time limit imposed at the nursing home, and I certainly wasn’t going to adhere to it. If Ingrid wanted to spend more time with Sally, perhaps we could walk the grounds, or sit in the garden and let Sally off the leash to play.
“Is there anything I should take?” I asked Annie. What did one take to a nursing home?
“Just yourself and Sally. She’s not really into much more.”
