Eye Spy II

The weekend had arrived following on from Tuesday’s display and Kathryn was preparing herself for a trip up to the big smoke for a week long stay driving up Sunday, she had just gotten off the phone with Jessica after finalising their plans. Kathryn had phoned Jessica that Tuesday evening and relayed her afternoon’s adventures, she had not elaborated the finer details of her time spent in the Grotto other than to say she sort to satisfy her desires there. Jessica made Kathryn promise to spend and evening in bed together recounting all of the sordid details. Despite Kathryn’s indulgences on the afternoon following Timothy’s performance her fascination had not thawed. The act of voyeurism carried a powerful erotic charge that vetoed Kathryn’s caution and common sense it provided a visual feast, however it lacked physicality. To feel the seductive charm of skin on skin and the flesh in flesh, to be able to pay attention the beautiful features of his body and to hold his wonderfully hard cock, she needed more than just being able to watch.

Lisa had phoned and arranged to come over an assess the state of Kathryn’s garden and offer some options, she arrived pulling into the driveway a little after two thirty. Kathryn made tea and they sipped from their cups as they walked around the house. The garden consisted largely of natives which suited Kathryn, she loved the richness of Lisa’s cottage garden but knew she didn’t have the dedication such a garden requires. Lisa did offer some suggestions that kept with the current native theme to add colour to the garden; Banksia’s, Callistemon’s, Boronia, Acacia, Grevillea’s and Kangaroo Paws. They were heading back in to the house when a series of rile shots rang out across the field, Lisa apologised say that Timothy was sighting in a new scope on the rife and was planning to bag some rabbits this afternoon from the warren up the back. Lisa put the empty tea cup on the kitchen counter, said she knew of a number of local nurseries that carried good native stock and would be happy to take Kathryn to pick out a collection to plan the her garden. They walked out to the car together, Kathryn thanked Lisa for the offer and said we should arrange something for the week after next, ‘I’ll be back by then’. Lisa agreed said, I’ll talk to you then before driving off.

Another two rifle shoots rang out from the across the field and Kathryn paused to look towards the noise, she could see Lisa driving along their driveway returning to the house. Kathryn entered the house through the family room sliding door and made her way to the kitchen emptied the teapot and placed it and the two cups in the dishwasher. Kathryn stood looking out of the kitchen window to the house across the way reliving Tuesday’s events, there was something provocative and outlawed about her role as the voyeur an addictive lustful excitement that disturbed her equilibrium and enslaved her appetite. Kathryn felt ambushed by the contrast between her aroused appetite and the forced covert conduct that voyeurism demands. The opportunity to indulge her craving, tested the resolve in her common sense. The reward for her wickedness and the allure of another transgression set her hunger in motion and she found herself calculating her her best chance for another rendezvous. It was three thirty in the afternoon and Kathryn surmised the optimal time frame for success would be from four o’clock onwards. Kathryn dressed in her usual attire and set off along her established route entering the far end of the Grotto and cautiously advancing down to her vantage point in the creek bed by three fifty seven.

Kathryn had not been waiting long before she glimpsed Timothy walking up from the lower paddock into the field, he carried a rifle slung over his shoulder, over his opposite shoulder a canvas bag and a beach towel in his hand. Timothy did not make his way to his normal position underneath the trees, instead he walked across the field to the retirements of an old fallen tree, propped the rifle against the log and slipped off the canvas bag. Picking up the rifle he removed the magazine and placed it on top of the log, bringing the rifle to his shoulder he looked through the gun sight down into the lower paddock, content with his inspection of the rifle he leaned it back against the log. Timothy sat on the log and removed his boots, slipping out of his shirt and shorts he stretched back resting on the log enjoying the sun. Kathryn admired his long beautiful body as he rested in the sun and the all to familiar desire kidnapped her lust. Timothy took the beach towel and laid it out over the ground in front of the log, pressed play on his Walkman and stretched out on the towel.

Kathryn was silent hiding in her enclave, through the Braken stems, in his new location Timothy was about sixty feet from her, she was only privy to an angled view of his shoulders and across his chest. Kathryn was mindful of her breathing controlling it, the fear of discovery already fuelling the thrill Kathryn was experiencing and driving her lustful desire. As Kathryn watched the head of Timothy’s penis rose into view, he remained still and Kathryn looked on with a racing heart and delight. After a minute his cock arched beautifully in the sun. Timothy grasped his cock pinching the head between his thumb and forefinger, letting his fingers linger coating the head with the pre-cum that flowed from its eye. Kathryn’s lust possessed her, a coercive force that drove her to decadence, her hand slipped past the waist band and as her fingers pushed into the moist folds of her vagina, Kathryn tightly held her breath stifling a cry as a finger pressed down hard on her clitoris.

Kathryn was enthralled with Timothy’s private display of masturbation, his hand persisted with its attention to the head of his penis. Timothy’s orientation to Kathryn’s hiding spot, ensured that as he rested on the towel Timothy was facing away from where Kathryn was hiding. This emboldened Kathryn to rise out of the creek bed enjoying an unrestricted view. Timothy was now cycling the head of his penis in the palm of his hand. Kathryn was confident in her concealment and the chance of discovery was manageable provided she wasn’t reckless, her fingers worked excitedly sliding freely through the anatomy of her vagina, causing Kathryn to catch her cry’s before they had a chance to escape. Kathryn closed her eyes and momentarily immersed herself in the extravagant sensations emanating from between her thighs. When Kathryn opened her eyes again a flash of panic raced through her Timothy was sitting up right, still facing away from her, but had changed position within the few moment she had closed her eyes. Kathryn darted down quickly returning to her secret hiding spot. Timothy shifted on his rump turning sideways and stood, his cock curved out from his body it’s head glistening in the sun. Timothy toyed with his dick slowly thrusting his hips impaling his fist with his cock, he squatted kneeling on the towel and resumed slowly fucking his fist. He was unhurried and methodical in his actions, wetting the palm of his had with spit permitted his cock to glide through the circle of fingers in his fist. Attending to his cock in long languid strokes that ended at the base cupping his tight balls.

Timothy appeared engrossed in his self-pleasuring and Kathryn felt assured of remaining undiscovered, her fingers had not left their spot and now they continued with their work. Kathryn experienced a fleeting acceptance of the perversion in her act, at another time she may have recoiled from this contemplation, however this time it only spurred her forwards. Timothy’s thrusting had adopted a seriousness he was now kneeling fully, his back arched, he had not increased the speed of his fist, but there was conviction in his movements. Kathryn looked on in astonishment as Timothy tilted his head back to face the sky and upon the terminus of each stoke, his restless cock dispatched a sizeable drop of cum, it wasn’t clear it was white creamy and hung in a long sinuous thread. On is second thrust it transferred to his hand and swung like a trapeze, his cock expelling a second drop of cum that join the first swinging side by side, on the third passage through his fist a larger drop or dollop perched on the tip of his dick. It too was collected and joined its counterparts three milky threads of cum swinging in unison. Timothy let out a long tortured cry his hips gave an involuntary thrust at the end of his stroke and a moment later a stream of white cum sped from the tip of his cock horizontal to the ground landing several feet away. The second stroke produce an equally impressive display shooting out with great force landing the same distance from him. On his third stroke the action of his fist caused the stream of cum to coil through the air. Timothy continued stoking with a fourth eruption, not as forceful as the first three but of the same volume twisting its way to the ground. The the fifth and sixth stokes comprised of equal quantities pooling on the ground in front of him. Timothy remained motionless as his orgasm subsided with his penis expelling the last of his semen in thick teardrops from the eye of his dick. He drew in a deep breath picked up a corner of the towel and wiped off the cum from his hand and penis and got to his feet. Quickly he dressed as if there was something urgent for him to do, he picked up the canvas bag stuffed the towel inside and slung the rifle over his shoulder and headed off picking his way through the trees of the hill opposite the creek.

Watching Timothy disappear over the hill Kathryn released a much-needed cry of pleasure; her fingers had burrowed their way deeply between her thighs and she was quickly approaching her crisis point. The first wave of her orgasm literally washed through her, discharging a prodigious torrent of wetness that flooded her crotch. With the second wave Kathryn was unable to catch the cry that escaped as tempest of ecstasy surge through her body. The waves of pleasure quickly abated and as she caught her breath Kathryn muttered ‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, That Felt Sooooo Good’. Kathryn withdrew her hand from her pants and adjusted herself, her heart was still racing, and she still had several tasks to achieve before leaving tomorrow morning, but for now she felt she had scratched the itch that had tormented her. Kathryn came up out of the creek bed and walked down to where it crossed back into their property climbing through the fence, she headed off back to the house.

Timothy silently crept towards the rabbit warren, he placed the canvas bag on the ground and reached in to retrieve the magazine for the rifle, but was unable to find it, searching more thoroughly he discovered it wasn’t there. It must have fallen from the log in the other field, Timothy started to retrace his steps back, eventually coming to the crest of the hill that separated the two fields. Through the trees he noticed movement, it was a woman she’d come up out of the water course made her way down before climbing through the fence and moving along it until she was out of sight. Timothy walked down to where the log was and on the far side of it laying on the ground was the magazine, picking it up he looked over to the water course and making his way there he stepped into the creek bed turning to face the log where he had been resting he was immediately stuck with a realisation.