My Girlfriend Wanted a Stranger to Watch Us in the Pine Grove

After that first time on Telegram, we spent a couple more weeks going into the app whenever the heat between us got the better of us. We never got lucky like we had at the beginning again. We had talked to more than twenty people, and most of them were a parade of weirdos: men in their fifties blurting out filth, people who were obviously not talking to anyone in real life. It wasn’t surprising, but it did take some of the wind out of our sails.

It wasn’t all bad. We found a couple our age, from another city, and we spent almost an hour getting each other worked up before exchanging contacts. The problem was that we had gotten used to the good stuff too quickly, and what the screen offered us no longer did it. Watching desperate people masturbate doesn’t turn anyone on.

We tried for a few more days. The following Saturday we went out with friends and came back late, both of us pretty smashed from the alcohol, though that hadn’t taken away our desire. We went straight to bed and, while we were touching each other, Lucía started writing in the group. I slid my hand down toward her belly, ready to keep going, but she gently stopped me.

—Let’s wait for someone to answer us, okay? —she said.

—And while we wait…? —I begged her.

—I don’t know. It’s just that today I really want someone to see me.

—Lucía, you don’t even know if anyone’s going to reply. And the last few times it wasn’t all that.

—Yeah, but it really does it for me when someone else just settles for touching himself while thinking about me, knowing he can’t reach me.

I kissed her all over, stroked her hair, whispered in her ear how gorgeous she was. A few minutes later she confessed that it wasn’t doing it for her, and I stopped. I was still horny, but she’d lost the mood, and I preferred to respect that. Did I say something wrong? Or do I just not count without an audience? The doubt had me on edge.

—It turns me on so much more when people are watching us, though —she murmured at last, her voice small—. I don’t care if they say dirty things or whatever. It’s knowing that someone else wants us that way, in such a filthy way.

We stayed there, holding each other in silence. And then an idea came to me. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea in the world, but it was going to surprise her, and maybe the two of us would come out ahead.

—What if someone really watched us? —I blurted out.

—What do you mean, really?

—We find a place where not many people pass through and do it there. The thrill of getting caught, and if someone stops to watch and we like it, we let them watch.

—And wouldn’t that be dangerous? —she asked, doubtful.

—Why would it be? There are two of us, and you hit harder than I do —I joked.

—Because there are a lot of crazies out there, Mateo.

—We pick a normal place, with normal people. The only weird thing will be the hour. And if it makes you feel better, we’ll keep something in the car just in case.

—I can’t exactly picture myself wielding a tire iron… but you’re right. Tomorrow, sober, we’ll talk about it.

***

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. Lucía quickly drifted off on my chest; it took me hours. When I woke up, it was early Sunday and I was alone in bed. I found her in the living room, having breakfast in front of the computer.

—Good morning, early bird.

—Good morning. You know what I’ve been doing? —She was smiling.

—Surprise me.

—I thought about last night. And I looked up places. I even checked out dogging spots nearby.

—Isn’t dogging about sharing? —I asked cautiously.

—It’s also very much about voyeurs. We’ll keep a stick in the car just in case, we won’t stray far from it, and we’ll leave the GPS on. Relax.

—I see you’ve done your homework.

—There’s a pine grove twenty minutes away. I read it’s a classic spot for… little things. What do you think for tonight, since it’s Sunday?

—And what’s the rush? —I asked, amused.

—That I’m dying for someone to watch us enjoying ourselves —she answered, playing with her tongue between her lips.

She stepped closer and grabbed my package. She squeezed it with one hand while with the other she pulled me in to kiss me. She slipped her fingers under the elastic of my underwear, brushed me with her fingertips, and took me out, still half asleep. She spat into her palm so she wouldn’t go in dry and started stroking me slowly up and down. I felt myself filling, the veins beginning to stand out with every beat. And just when I was rock hard, Lucía stopped.

—Hey, you’re not going to leave me like this.

—Of course I am. Until tonight, which is when people start moving around in the pine grove —she replied, teasing me.

I couldn’t believe it. It was nine in the morning and I had to spend half the day with a raging hard-on. And she didn’t stop there: for the rest of the day she wandered around the house naked. We lived on the second floor in the city center, with the building across the street full of windows, and she didn’t give a damn. In fact, she started cleaning the windows just to torture me, pressed up against the glass, showing her small body to anyone who wanted to look. I watched her sway when she bent down, and every few minutes her presence reminded me how hard I still was.

***

By the time it started getting dark, I had been dressed for a while: jeans, a black T-shirt, and a jacket. What I hadn’t expected was the way she was going to dress. She put on a nearly transparent lace bra with nothing over it, a short, tight black skirt, white knee-high socks, and dark sneakers. She did her eye makeup, painted her lips. She was enough to drive me insane. When my jaw went slack, she handed me her bag and we headed for the car.

On the way to the pine grove I couldn’t stop looking at her in the rearview mirror. Whenever I could, I rested my hand on the strip of thigh that showed between her skirt and her socks. She pulled her coat aside to show me her freckled cleavage, and with her other hand she kept hiking up her skirt. At a traffic light I caught a sidelong glimpse of her already rubbing herself, with nothing on underneath.

That turned me on even more. I tried to slide my hand up her thigh, but she kept stopping me and putting it back on the gear shift. Then it was her who unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper. The bulge was obvious.

—Isn’t it a little tight in there? —she asked with a wicked smile.

—Honestly, it does bother me a bit.

—It does look way too tight. What if I pull down your underwear? Would you be more comfortable?

—Much more. And you’d get to see how worked up it’s gotten.

She pulled my underwear down and the blood rushed in all at once; it stood rigid without any help. She was surprised to see it like that, knelt on the seat, and leaned over me. When she reached the shaft, she would lift her head and let a thick string of saliva fall. She started bobbing her head again and again, no hands, brushing me with her lips and tongue. She kept at it for several minutes, moaning and swallowing, until I warned her I was close. Then, once again, she stopped.

—It’s still too early. I’ll make it up to you later —she said.

Luckily, we were almost there. I kept myself busy looking for a good place to park; it took us ten minutes of weighing our options. Some spots were too dark, others too close to the road. In the end we found the perfect one: far from the asphalt, beside a dirt path, with the light from a streetlamp filtering through the pines in an ideal half-dark. There was room for another car.

We parked and got ready. Lucía left her jacket and bag in the trunk, put the stick on the back seats, and I turned on the interior light so we could be seen from far away. Then she rolled a cigarette, and with the first drags you could see her getting into her element.

—I love seeing you like this, all turned on and waiting for me.

—And I love how turned on this makes you, you little slut.

—And what do you expect to happen tonight? —she asked, lascivious.

—That you come a thousand times while someone watches you and can’t touch you.

I knelt in the space by her seat. I pulled one leg out through the open window and rested the other on the dashboard. I started licking slowly, wetting everything, deliberately stretching out the wait. When I reached where she wanted me, her legs began to tremble. I kept going slowly, lifting my head now and then to watch her enjoy it. She bit her lips between drags, squeezed her nipples, which were already visible through the lace. I stayed like that for quite a while, until a car parked beside us.

***

I went back to my seat. In the other vehicle there was a guy younger than Lucía, black hair with a small quiff and a very neatly trimmed beard.

—He looks cute, don’t you think? —she commented.

—I would have preferred a couple. But if you like him, then so do I.

Without giving me time to answer, she knelt and took me back into her mouth, this time using her hands and making noise on purpose so the guy could hear. But the minutes went by and he didn’t seem to notice.

—Is he watching us? —she asked, pausing for a second.

—Nope. Not yet.

A little annoyed, she took me in her mouth again, but this time she raised her ass to the height of the open window and started making much more noise, with moans and gagging sounds. I looked up and there he was: the guy was watching us, shocked by the show.

—He’s watching us now —I whispered.

—And what kind of face is he making?

—I’d say he’s getting turned on.

—Lift my skirt up until he can see my ass sticking out the window.

The feeling was brutal: my girlfriend was asking me to show her ass to a stranger. While her head bobbed up and down, I lifted her skirt until the kid couldn’t look away. Then I gave one cheek two solid spanks. Lucía moaned with each one, so I repeated it on the other side. Then I jiggled her ass with one hand on each cheek so that guy could appreciate just how round and firm it was.

The kid couldn’t take it anymore: he opened his door and asked out loud if he could come closer. We looked at each other, nodded, and told him yes, but on one condition.

—Okay, but no touching us —Lucía warned.

—Sure, I don’t want any trouble —he answered, coming closer slowly. He was quite a bit taller than me and definitely not in his twenties.

—Do you like my ass? —she asked, turning a little.

—A lot.

—And do you come here often to watch, you pervert?

—I had a fight with my parents and came here to be alone. I didn’t know this kind of thing happened here. But hearing you has gotten me hard.

Lucía opened her door so he could get a better view, knelt with her back to him, and spread her cheeks with her hands, offering him a full view of everything. I didn’t recognize the woman in front of me; she behaved like someone who had been doing this her whole life. When she got tired of showing off, she turned around and, in a very dirty tone, asked him to take his out.

The guy obeyed. He was similar to mine, a little thinner, still only half-hard, but with his eyes lit up. She asked him to touch it slowly. While he started, Lucía turned all the way around, spread herself open, and asked me to enter her slowly.

I went into her little by little, playing with her hips, squeezing her nipples now and then. Slowly, the way she liked it, until the trembling started, the sighs, the moans. As she got more worked up, she lowered her head, so I grabbed her hair and pulled her toward me to force her to watch that kid pounding himself thanks to us.

That drove her wild. She started giving the guy orders: go faster, use your other hand, stop and don’t touch yourself. Meanwhile, I slid a hand to her neck and squeezed just enough to feel her breathing catch, and I pulled her toward me so he could get a good view of the lace bra.

***

I decided we should get out of the car. The stranger had moved a couple of steps away, attentive and reasonable the whole time. I bent Lucía over the hood and kept going from behind, now in full view. He circled around us, masturbating, not missing a thing. My girl, with her skirt hiked up and her bra pushed aside, moaned without restraint while I worked her and another man watched.

When I got tired of the effort, I made her kneel in front of me. I rubbed my cock, soaked with her, all over her face until her makeup ran. I put my balls in her mouth and, while she played with them, I tapped her cheek with my cock. Every so often I pushed it back in to cover her with more saliva. Lucía was hyperventilating with pleasure. I could tell she was burning up, so I took off her bra and skirt and left her naked except for those thigh-high socks.

The kid was still a few meters away, probably living one of the best nights of his life. He didn’t stop watching while he touched himself; sometimes he paused, I guess so he wouldn’t come too early. And for me, seeing that stranger licking his lips while watching me fuck my girl turned me on more and more.

I laid Lucía on her back over the hood and put her legs over my shoulders. I grabbed her ankles and pushed until her feet were almost on either side of her head. In that position I spat and drove in hard, not fast or out of control, but with precise thrusts, aiming to get to the hilt. By the second one she was already rolling her eyes; after a few more, she was gushing like she had that first night.

Suddenly I heard the guy panting. He’d been silent for a while. When I looked, he wasn’t touching himself: he seemed to be holding on with all his might so he wouldn’t finish. As I slowed down, Lucía recovered some clarity, looked at him, and said between gasps:

—What’s wrong, handsome? You about to come already?

—I can’t hold it any longer —he answered, resigned.

—Then I want you to come without holding back while he fucks me. However you like it best.

Lucía stood up, in front of the guy and in front of me. She leaned forward, pressed her ass against my waist until I was inside, and took her arms behind her back so I could hold them. I held both her wrists with one hand; with the other, I grabbed her by the neck and, every so often, slipped a finger into her mouth. The guy opposite us was pounding himself fast with one hand while with the other he pulled up his T-shirt. In seconds she was moaning again, her legs trembling, and he could see her eyes roll back.

It didn’t last half a minute more. He convulsed and let out a first spurt that shot almost a meter forward. Three more followed, thick and white, visible from where we were. After that he kept stroking the tip, calmer now, dribbling out the last of it. I never thought we had turned him on that much.

Lucía, who was coming almost nonstop while I was still inside her, managed to ask me between moans to put it all on her face. I couldn’t take it anymore.

—Cover my face, my love. Let’s see if you can shoot as much as he did —she challenged me, kneeling down.

I started jerking myself off while she stuck out her tongue and begged me. She squeezed her nipples and asked me not to forget those either. But what finished me off was seeing her open her mouth as wide as she could with both hands. I came. It didn’t shoot out with the force of the guy’s, but I gave her more than enough. The first landed on her forehead and nose, running down toward her mouth; the rest slid over her cheeks and chin down to her chest. She gathered what she could with her fingers and took it to her tongue, and with what fell between her legs she wet her clit to keep touching herself, looking at me with that filthy, dripping little grin.

She wasn’t as hard anymore, but she was still swollen and I was still hot. I made her put her hands on the ground and took her again; the last drops worked as lubricant. The stranger moved to get a front view of her face. I don’t know why, I couldn’t stop looking at his cock while I thrust into her, and without realizing it I came again, this time inside, trembling, while Lucía told me how much she could feel it coming out of me.

She sat up, leaned against the car, and told us to look. She bounced her ass toward us and spread her cheeks with her hands. We watched my cum dripping slowly down her legs; she pushed a little and a good clump fell to the ground, leaving a white thread behind it. She kept pushing for a while until a little stream of piss escaped her. She laughed and said that was the end of the show.

The three of us pulled ourselves together a little.

—Guys, this has been incredible. I never thought anything like this would happen to me —the guy said, excited.

—We could tell you liked it —I replied, laughing.

—And could I see you again? Do you have any social media?

—We don’t have any of that. But leave us your number and we can talk sometime. I’m Mateo, she’s Lucía.

—Bruno. Nice to meet you.

We exchanged phone numbers and each got back into our own car. On the drive home we wouldn’t stop talking about what had happened, how much we’d liked it, and how badly we already wanted to do it again. We showered and, before going to sleep, started imagining the next encounter.