This story is based on a real incident that happened some years back in the UK. The details of the story are factual as far as what is retained in my memory, and only a few details have been omitted to remove any possible chance of identification of the individuals concerned.
Our house was located on the edge of a small village with just a small community centre and then fields beyond us. We had a small front lawn of the open plan style with a few low shrubs to the front edge, and at one side we were screened from view of the next house by some high hedges.
One evening I was on my own in the house enjoying a beer in the upstairs front lounge looking out across the road at the fields in the last of the mid summer twilight. The house lights were switched off, and the large low level windows were rotated into a full vent position to catch any breeze. It was one of those clear nights when every sound seemed much louder although all was quiet except for an occasional passing car.
Around 1030pm I heard some voices in the distance coming towards me, and a group of about 20 late teenagers came into view going home from the nearby community centre. A small group detached themselves from the rest and stopped under the street light on the grass verge right outside our front lawn. Some sat on a low-level road name sign whilst others stood around.
We had occasional trouble in the past with vandalism, and so I kept an eye on their activities. I could hear every word through the open windows, as they were only a short distance away from me across the small front lawn. They appeared however to be only having an innocent chat and smoke together before finally going home, and I carried on supping my beer.
Eventually most of them moved off leaving just one couple behind. This couple carried on talking for a while about some issues discussed earlier with the group.
Then the girl stepped into the road and looked up the road towards the village centre and said
"It's OK - I can't see anyone now. If you want a kiss and cuddle let's do it here"
"What if someone comes this way"
"No-one will walk out this way so late.
Come on
it's our only chance"
"OK but we'd better watch out"
So they started kissing and cuddling in a gentle sort of way, stopping occasionally to look around to make sure no one was coming back up the road from the village. At this stage I was occasionally looking down in their direction out of curiosity and fully expecting that they would stop shortly. They were very visible to me in looking down on them from above with the glow of the streetlight above them.
This scene progressed to where he put his hands on her small breasts over her tee shirt asking if this was OK with just a mumbled reply "Yes that's good" as they carried on kissing.
Shortly afterwards a car's headlights started to light up the road from the distance and they stopped all activity and stood apart. Nothing was said as the car drove past them and on into the village
When the car gone past she walked out into the road and looked up towards the village, saying "It's OK there is no-one in sight".
They embraced again and started kissing again with his hands back on her breasts.
He then pulled her tee shirt up at the front, pulled her bra up over her small breasts, dropped the tee shirt down again, and caressed her breasts with his hands under her tee shirt.
She responded "Oh that feels good, I was hoping that we would do this!"
At this stage I had long ago lost interest in my beer and my heartbeat had increased substantially. I was now aroused myself, and was now in a dilemma as to whether to carry on 'spying' or to retire to bed. I was also worried about making a noise in getting up from my chair and thereby disturbing them. At this point a strong urge came over me to carry on watching them although at the same time with a guilty feeling.
By this stage she was leaning back against the back of the low level road name sign facing towards me whilst he was caressing her. He lifted her tee shirt up again, and sucked her nipples whilst she held her head back making encouraging noises.
He resumed kissing her mouth again, and moved his hands to the front of her jeans rubbing her crutch area. She in turn started rubbing the bulge in the front of his jeans.
She then said out loud "Oh I'm getting wet, put your hand inside!"
He undid the front of her jeans with her help, pulled her pants forward, and put his hand down between her legs. After he did this she struggled to open up the top of his jeans, and he then helped her by unfastening the belt, opening his jeans at the top.
She put her hand down inside his pants and then asked " Have you done this before with anyone?"
"No"
"Neither have I, but I was dreaming of holding your cock earlier tonight. It feels really hard and so big"
She pulled his pants down further to release his cock and caressed it with a hand, whilst he continued with a hand inside her pussy. Her jeans were by this stage now pushed down past her hips.
They were still visible with the streetlight illuminating every move as I looked down on them from above. Most of their conversations were spoken quietly and clearly and not as a whisper.
"Rub your cock against my pussy!" she exclaimed quite loudly
"Are you sure it's OK?"
"Yes I
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