Voyeur

[Exhibit_C]

I had a good view in my car's mirror, square to the side of their little sedan. Their windows were down to let in the breeze of a summer evening. They sat talking, with an occasional kiss.

Then the girl shifted and sat on the boy's lap, and the kissing became continuous. Focusing my little binoculars on the images in the mirror, I could make out jaw movements as they tongue-kissed, but I couldn't see if the boy's hand was busy under her blouse. Perhaps it was out of sight, below the window line between her thighs. It must have been somewhere because she broke off the kiss and threw back her head, back arched, in heat.

She slid back to her own seat, and, after a fussy moment, bent her head down into his lap to take his cock. Her head bobbed irregularly as she worked it, the boy looking around to see if anyone was watching, or perhaps not caring. Then he lay back against the headrest, eyes shut, hands lightly on the girl's hair. I saw some convulsive movements, bucking hips, perhaps.

Then, unbidden, unexpected, there was a jerk from my own cock and it pulsed warm stickiness into my underpants. Surprised, I felt a stupid jolt of fear that I had somehow revealed my self, but a look around discovered no one.

I looked back at the lovers in the car just as she was sitting up, a tissue at her mouth. There was final kiss, and they were gone, leaving me shamed and alone in my dirty underwear.

[Dawn]

Awww! Sad...and yet sensual!

[blueraven6]

Why "shamed"? It's perfectly natural, for all involved. Great Writing!