The Shy Girl Who Asked Me to Watch in the Pine Grove

On days when I’m off work, or when my shift allows it, I take my dog to a pine grove that’s a quarter of an hour from home. It’s a wide, open place, with the ground covered in dry needles and the smell of warm resin. I let him off there and he runs around like a mad thing, chasing pinecones, biting them, dropping them, and going off after another. I follow at a leisurely pace, giving him space, enjoying the silence.

Over time, you end up getting to know the people who go there regularly. Those of us with dogs greet each other, stop for a while to chat while the animals sniff one another and play. It’s a comfortable routine, no strings attached. You talk about the heat, about the rain that never comes, about any old nonsense, and after a while everyone goes their own way.

That summer was especially brutal. The nights were like ovens, and sleeping had become almost impossible. So I was getting up earlier than usual, to make the most of the little coolness the dawn left behind before the sun scorched everything.

One of those mornings, when I arrived, someone was already there. A girl standing near the entrance to the grove, with her dog sniffing around the base of a tree. When she saw me coming, she raised a hand in greeting. I’ll call her Carla.

I walked over calmly, thinking that at the very least the walk would be more bearable with company. Carla was the sort of girl who looked ordinary, one of those who don’t stand out at first glance but the more you look at them, the more you like them. She wore glasses, had a pretty face, and an obvious shyness: she spoke without holding your gaze, idly fiddling with the end of her leash. She wasn’t stunning. Modest breasts, soft curves, but a firm, compact body that the red sports outfit she was wearing—shorts and a crop top—outlined without shame because of the heat.

“Good morning. You got an early start today,” I said.

“Yeah, a bit,” she replied, looking at the ground. “I wanted to take advantage of the cool before I ended up soaked in sweat.”

“I know what you mean. The nights are awful; nobody can sleep.”

“Ugh, I can’t even imagine. Not even with the fan. I go to bed sweating and wake up even worse.”

I smiled. There was something charming about the way she got embarrassed over such innocent things. We started walking together along the main path, both dogs running in circles around us, and the conversation flowed on its own. At times she relaxed, then shrank back again when she realized I was listening to her too intently.

The grove is about the size of a couple of soccer fields, with a dirt path on each side and, at the far end, a lower, denser stand of trees where the light barely gets in. That’s where the dogs led us, and that’s where we saw something we weren’t expecting.

***

Among the trees at the back there was a couple. A girl standing with her hands braced against a trunk, her legs apart, her skirt bunched up at her waist and her top pulled up. Behind her, a man roughly her age was pounding into her without any restraint. She didn’t stop moaning, not caring about the echoes bouncing between the pines.

We both froze in silence a few meters away. The dogs kept on as if nothing was happening. I immediately felt heat rising up my neck, that mix of discomfort and arousal that comes from seeing something you know you shouldn’t.

“These two got carried away right here,” I whispered, half joking, so as not to give away our presence.

“Seems like it,” she murmured. “I almost feel ashamed looking.”

But she was looking. I glanced sideways and her face had gone red. She kept looking down at the ground, yes, but every few seconds her eyes drifted back to the couple, as if pulled by a magnet she couldn’t control. I didn’t know whether it was the morning humidity or what she was seeing, but the blush had spread all the way to her chest.

And then I noticed it: beneath the thin fabric of the red top, her nipples had gone hard. A bead of sweat ran down her neck and disappeared between her breasts. Carla pretended to be embarrassed, but her body was betraying her in front of me.

“It’s quite a show,” I said. “But maybe we should keep going, right?”

“Ah… yes, probably,” she replied, without moving from where she stood.

I turned to pick up the path again. A few meters later I realized she wasn’t following me. I looked back and there she was, rooted in place, eyes fixed on the couple, completely absorbed. I went back in silence and stopped beside her.

“Carla, are you okay?”

“Honestly… I’d never seen anything like this,” she said, and finally looked up at me. “In films, yes, of course, but it had never occurred to me to see it in real life.”

“It’s natural. You get turned on, you’ve got someone with you, and you do it wherever you happen to be.”

“I’d never even think of it. Doing it in the middle of the woods, where anyone could see you… how embarrassing,” and she lowered her gaze again.

But that was her mistake. Her eyes, looking for somewhere to land to escape mine, came to rest right on the front of my trousers. And I, after several minutes listening to that girl moaning and watching her getting fucked against the tree, was more than hard. I’m a man, what can I do.

When I realized it, I tried to hide it by turning slightly to the side. Too late.

“Looks like you don’t mind watching either,” she said, and for the first time there was something teasing in her voice.

“It’s not something I usually do,” I admitted. “But if it’s right in front of me, I do look, yeah.”

“You’re rock hard,” she blurted out, and at once bit her lip, red all over again, as if the words had slipped out on their own.

“Well, nothing that can’t be taken care of at home,” I laughed. “I wasn’t about to do anything here.”

“True. Though if you need to, you can. Don’t worry, I’ll keep walking.”

“Sure, and then we’ll see each other at the benches and chat like nothing happened.”

“Exactly. I’m telling you, don’t hold back on my account.”

***

The situation was getting strange, and that strangeness was making me even hornier. Her shyness, far from putting me off, was pure fuel. My pants were becoming a real torment.

“Being realistic,” I said, “it’s going to be very uncomfortable going home like this. Fuck, what a situation.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep walking. See you later, or another day.”

“See you later, then. Enjoy the walk. And sorry.”

I watched her walk away down the path, her dog trotting beside her. I waited a while, until the couple by the tree finished and left by the other end, and then I moved off into the shade of some denser pines, where nobody on the path could see me. I pulled my trousers down just enough and got to work. I was so worked up that I knew it would only take a couple of minutes.

Sweat was running down my back. I closed my eyes and let the image of that girl moaning mingle with Carla biting her lip, her nipples outlined under the red top. I was completely lost in it when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. My dog and hers were playing a few meters from me.

I spun around sharply. And there she was, standing there, red as a tomato, looking at me.

“Carla, what are you doing?” I tried to pull my trousers up quickly, but nerves got the better of me and half my cock was left exposed.

“This is more embarrassing for me than for you,” she said, lowering her voice. “But I wanted to see how you did it. I’ve never seen a man do that. Not even my boyfriend. Please, keep going. I promise I’ll stay quiet.”

“Fuck, Carla… now this really is awkward.”

“I promise not to come any closer,” she insisted. “Just let me watch.”

Something inside me gave in completely. If she wanted to watch, she was going to watch it all. I said nothing. I braced myself against the nearest trunk and picked up where I’d left off, this time with her in front of me.

She stayed there, motionless, hands clasped behind her back, watching, flooded with embarrassment and drenched in sweat. If anything, her nipples were even harder than before. The red outfit clung to her body and rose and fell with her breathing.

And there I was, cock in hand. The sweat made my hand move up and down with an almost obscene ease. It felt incredible. A thousand things were going through my head, but seeing her like that, standing there, sweating, innocent and shy, turned me on more than any fantasy. The only sound among the pines was my ragged breathing.

“Can I come a little closer?” she asked in a thin voice.

“Sure. You’re seeing it all already, what does it matter?”

She took a few steps until she was just over an arm’s length away. I could feel everything building inside me, about to explode. I was tempted a thousand times: to take her hand and guide it, to ask her to kneel, to tell her what was going through my head. But I kept quiet. I didn’t want to break that strange, fragile moment.

She didn’t miss a detail of how I finished. Almost all of it hit the ground, onto the dirt and pine needles. But the first spurt, the strongest one, landed on her right thigh. Carla gave a tiny involuntary jolt and watched as that warm drop ran down her leg to her knee. And then, for the first time all morning, she smiled. A small smile, shy, but sincere.

“I have to go,” she said suddenly. “Bye.”

And she left, walking quickly, her hands crossed over her chest again. Just before she disappeared around the bend in the path, I saw her lean down a little and wipe her leg with her hand.

“Bye, Carla,” I whispered to myself.

***

I went home with a strange mix of satisfaction and confusion. It had been a different kind of experience, a dirty one, the kind you don’t plan. I’ve always had a bit of a voyeur in me, I’ll admit it, and a bit of an exhibitionist too. What happened that morning only confirmed it.

For several days I looked for her in the grove at the same time, without success. I was beginning to think I’d scared her off, that she wouldn’t come back. But one morning, almost a week later, I saw her again by the entrance, with her dog and her sports outfit, this time blue. When she saw me she raised a hand in greeting, as if nothing had happened. And I knew, from the way this time she really did hold my gaze for an extra second, that it wasn’t over.

But that, my friends, is another story. Until next time.