The Park Bench

Sunday, June 27, 2010 at 00:16
         As I mentioned earlier, there was a park in front of my house. From my bedroom window I could see one of the park benches. This bench was surrounded by some bushes and it was kinda secluded from the park.  So it was a good spot for couples. But I could see it well from my window.
         Every night I used to keep an eye on that bench. I would turn off the light in my room and open just a slit on the window. If I stayed on my knees on my bed I could watch the couples making out. I would support my body with my left hand on the window and masturbate with my right hand and watch as well as I could for in that period, age 10 or 11, I was already starting to need glasses.
         Couples would stay there kissing. The men would caress the girl's legs or their breasts. Some girls would let them, some would try to prevent them. Some seemed willing, some annoyed. Some would act annoyed at first but in the end would let the men caress them. The willing ones would let the men put their hands under their skirt and rub their pussies and they would also put their hand inside the men's trousers and rub their cocks.
         I used to fantasize about it. Imagining that I would be doing this one day. How will I feel? Annoyed? Willing? It feels so good to touch my pussy. I would probably feel willing. How does it feel to kiss? It looks exciting. How would it be to touch a man's cock? Does it give the men the same pleasure? Everything seem to be exciting for me.

1 Responses to The Park Bench

  1. Unknown Says:

    Never saw much action like that, but as a 25 year old I lived in a appartment building where this one young lady was particularly vocal when having sex. I tried to get a view into her appartment but had to be happy with masturbating to her moans and screams. It was awesome.

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