Possibilities

Possibilities

I try to do stories in such a way that hopefully they're somewhat unique.

Pretty much every story in LitErotica. com is written with the primary character(s) having a specific gender. Sometimes those genders are fluid (transgender, futa, cross-dressers, men and sometimes women changing gender, etc.) but the sex of the characters is part of the story. I'm trying to create a gender unknown person telling the tale in first person. My purpose is to have you the reader, whether male or female, be able to imagine yourself as this nameless person, experience the things he/she saw. When you're done reading the story please leave a quick comment on your gender and if you could see yourself as the storyteller to let me know if I've succeeded.

Quick note: my inspiration for the woman in this story has or had a short clip in YouTube. I can't find it again, but she's a goddess with dark hair and eyes, pale skin and a wicked smile that could raise the dead (in more ways than one). In the video are the words If this is on your fyp/ you like.../ brunettes w biggies, with an emoji and cherries underneath them. If you readers should find it someday, watch it a dozen times for me.

If by an impossible coincidence the woman in the video should someday read this story, damn girl!

A big thank you to Duil2 for edit help, I'm bad at present tense/past tense verbs.

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I do not fucking believe it! I'd come up into the Colorado mountains from Denver for a one day hike. It's a beautiful day, I'd started early in the morning, walking into an area where there isn't an established trail. At least it isn't established for the public, it's an area I'd explored before on my own, a place of solitude for my soul. I'm feeling that kind of tired where the body still has energy to do more but you can tell you've had a good workout. It's about five thirty in the afternoon and I'm on my way back down. Most of the day I'd been hiking nude, feeling the sun against my skin, the wisps of breeze sliding across my body. I was about to put on my clothes to rejoin civilization when I'd heard voices from somewhere below me.

I've hiked this area probably fifteen times before, never seen anyone else here, and the first time I do it sans clothing is the one when other people find this out-of-the-way spot. Momentarily frozen, my options flash across my mind. Try to hide, looking around me there aren't any good places where I can be relatively sure I won't be seen. I doubt I'd be able to get my clothes out of my pack and back on before they'd come around the rock ridge and see me.

Embarrassing.

Act like it's no big deal, I'm out in the middle of nowhere not expecting anyone else to be here, being one with the outdoors? Ask them, haven't you ever wanted to do this, feel free of societal restrictions about always having clothes on? What's that, you think I'm a sick person for walking around naked out here when there's a small possibility that I'd be discovered?

Bite me.

My heart rate accelerating, I listen to the voices while weighing my options. It sounds like a man and a woman, and it doesn't seem like they're getting any closer. Thinking about it, I remember that a little ways down from me there's an open space that's a great resting spot to take a break. Realizing that I'm in no immediate danger of being discovered I start thinking clearly. It's five thirty in the afternoon, we're about thirty minutes away from the road access, and it's likely this is as far as the hikers below me are going to walk. If I remain quiet maybe we won't meet each other.

I've gotten my pack off to keep my options open when I start really listening to the two voices. I can't hear actual words but it seems to me from how the voices sound that they're not talking about mundane topics. It takes me a moment to realize what I'm hearing, but it sounds like the two of them are excited and flirting with each other.

My my, isn't this interesting!

I listen closely. It seems to me that while the male voice is trying his best to match the woman, it's her voice that's filled with wicked and naughty thoughts. There's an edge of delighted laughter in her words, a sybaritic expectation of what the two of them may be up to. Probably the man is just as excited as she is, but I sense the woman is the adventurous one, maybe looking forward to doing amorous things out here in the open where no one can see them.

Or maybe she's imagining that there's someone nearby to watch them? Wouldn't she be surprised!

Continuing to listen in case they get closer I open my pack and pull out my monocular. It doesn't have a high magnification power, it may however be perfect for getting a closer look at the two of them. I climb as quietly as I can up the narrow ridge of rock hiding me from their sight. The setting sun is directly behind me, the sunshine creating a natural spotlight on them while making it difficult for them to see me. Carefully lowering my naked body onto the rocky ground, I get my first look at what's going on.

My eyes are drawn at first to the woman, and what I see matches the voice. She's about 5' 4", dark brown hair, with a full figured body, no excess fat, just a substantial body. She's standing in profile to me, and her ass and breasts are quite large, the realness of the latter confirmed when she shakes her upper body to visually tease her companion. Their movement's too natural to be implants. Her ass looks to be at least partially the result of exercise and not just excess flesh. I put the monocular to my eye, and unaware of my presence she moves just enough out of profile for me to see her face. The expression I see fits perfectly with her voice, this is a woman who delights in the pleasures she experiences with her body and the effect that she has on men (and possibly on women also). I watch as she moves her hair behind her and slides her tongue out between her teeth to lick her lower lip, pulling it back in to show off lips that are full and perfect. The next second her mouth opens into a wide smile, the kind of smile that mothers warn their sons about and fathers wish they'd seen before they met the mothers. She lowers her head a little, looking up at the man with a lustful glance, and at the bottom of my vision I see movement. Lowering my sight I see that the shirt she wears has a low and open neckline, she's lightly caressing the exposed flesh with her fingertips.

I lower the monocular and look at the man without them. Everything about him seems average, height, weight, his hair a medium shade of brown. Quickly using the monocular his face is okay, his gaze locked onto her breasts. For a moment I wondered how this man has come to be with such a lustful woman, then he lifts his eyes to meet hers and I see something wonderful.

There's a lot of things written about what a woman wants in a man. A lot of them say a sense of humor is important, some of them want a bad boy, intelligent, kind to animals, etc etc. The look on his face is one that every woman wants even if she doesn't know it. He looking at her like she's the most important person in his life, she's his treasure, his source of joy. It isn't a look that was just for here and now, I can tell that he's always looked at her like this, and always will. I think that's why she's able to have such a carefree wanton look to her, this man was someone she trusts, believes in, feels safe with.

I watch through the eyepiece as his head moves slightly and her face comes into view with his. The kisses they start to exchange are gentle, soft and caressing, their lips staying closed. Through my other eye I see her arms around his upper body, his arms loosely around her, his hands holding her lower back. Looking again through the eyepiece I watch as their kisses quickly became more insistent, lips parting to allow their mouths to press together, the occasional glimpse of tongues twisting against the other.

Almost unnoticed, I hear a small noise coming not from them but from somewhere just below me. Cautiously, keeping my head as low as I can I move forward just enough to look over the rock ridge I'm hiding behind. For a moment I can't believe what I'm seeing. There's a man directly beneath me, hiding behind a boulder that prevents our two lovers from seeing him! I can't make out much about him, he looks to be of average size and coloration, slightly better dressed for hiking in the mountains than the two people we're watching. It's almost unbelievable that we're both witnesses to what was going on in such a remote location. He's so focused of the two lovers that he doesn't know I'm above him.

Returning my sight to them I see that they're beginning to pull each others shirts off. It looks like she's more in a rush than he is, he seems to be taking his time, allowing his hands to roam slowly over her skin as it becomes more and more uncovered. She gets his shirt off and quickly drops her hands to his ass, pulling his lower body tightly against her. He lifts her shirt up to where it's just covering her chest, and moves his hands under the shirt to cup her breasts. Even from this far away I see her body shudder and her head fall back slightly, momentarily overwhelmed at his hands holding her tits. Only for a while, then she's back to kissing him even more passionately than before.

I'm start to feel myself respond, my breathing is speeding up, the increased warmth of my body has nothing to do with the sun at my back. The nudity I'd been so concerned about earlier is adding more spice to what I'm seeing. I'd read stories in LitErotica. com about accidental voyeurs, but had never hoped that I might someday be one of them.

Finally he pulls her shirt off. Dropping it to the side he grasps her shoulders and turns her around facing away from him before pulling her back against his body. After a few light caresses of her abdomen he moves his hands up to the bra supporting those impressive breasts and pulls it away and upwards, freeing her tits from their confinement. They sag down, bouncing slightly, aerolae slightly elongated, nipples standing up begging for attention. Mesmerized, I watch as he cupped his hands under her breasts and lifts them up, massaging them with his fingers. Dropping her head back onto his left shoulder, I see her move her right arm behind her body. Even though I can't see where her hand went, it was quite apparent what she's doing when I see his eyes close and mouth suddenly gape open, his head dropping down to press against the side of his lover's head. I move slightly and the roughness of the stone glides across my skin, my eyes closing momentarily at the sensation, quickly opening again so I don't miss anything happening below me.

They continue like this for a while as I watch the need slowly build up in both of their bodies. He lets go of her breasts and begins lightly caressing her nipples with his fingertips. I can see her start to pant, the motions of her body becoming frantic, the movement of her right arm behind her getting faster. Even at this distance from them I start to hear moans coming from her, listen to words that I can't make out but sound of lust, the sounds stoking the fire inside me. After a while he takes his right hand off her and reached between them, moving her arm out between them as he says something to her. Again I see that smile I witnessed earlier, now filled with passion fueled mischief, soft laughter coming from those lips as she moves to replace her hand. He stops her, moves his lips to her ear to whisper something as he gives the side of her ass a soft spank. Still with that smile she begins to rotate her ass against him, the hands he's using to caress her breast beginning to tremble against her.

They stay like this for several moments before he removes his hands from her breasts and steps in front of her, putting his arms around her to pull her tightly against him. Kissing each other fiercely, after a while she pulls away from him and reaches down to take off one of her shoes. It'

s like the firing of the starting pistol in a race, it quickly became a competition to see which of them could get their clothes off first. She finishes first, and watches him as he pulls off his pants to reveal his hard cock. They stay apart for a few seconds, his eyes devouring every inch of her while her eyes are locked onto his penis. Looking closely through the monocular it seems to be of average size, very hard and at a forty five degree angle from his body. He moves towards her and she lifts her gaze at the last moment, looking into his eyes for a second before they begin kissing each other again, their bodies surging with need.

Pulling apart, they hold hands and walk over towards a large flat rock that I'd spent quite a few times laying down on to take a break, a blanket I hadn't noticed before covering it. She starts to lay down on it first but he stops her, holding her back. He says something and got onto the blanket on his back, she quickly moves to hover over him on her hands and knees. After kissing for a while he moves his hands to her butt and begins guiding her to move up over him a little. Her back is to me so I can't see very much, but I can tell that her breasts were just over his face. With the sudden upward tilt of her head I know that one of her breasts must have found it's way to his mouth.

Couldn't they have arranged themselves so that I'd have a better view of what they were doing? How inconsiderate! Porn videos always provide great views of the action.

Even though I'm cheated out of seeing his mouth on her tits, it provides me with a great view of her pussy. The pubic hair around it appears to have been somewhat trimmed, and seen through my monocular with the sun behind us I could see the moisture beginning to show through her labia, shining in the sunlight. Her vulva is swollen, and it seems to me that her lower body is making small rocking motions, impatient for having her lover behind with his cock inside her.

It becomes too much for me as I move my left hand down my body. Arriving at its destination even the slight touch sends a spasm through me, and I fight not to make a sound that would betray me to the other voyeur below me. With the two lovers now unable to see me I risk a quick look over the ridge to look at him. The surprise I feel when I see that he has his phone out recording the couple below us is mingled with excitement when I noticed his pants lowered and his left arm moving up and down, his hand flogging the bishop. This man joining me in masturbating to the sight of the two lovers increases the eroticism of what's happening.

Pulling back I again bring the monocular to my eye, and almost gasp. Her right hand is moving desperately around her pussy, and I watch as one moment she rubbing the vulva, the next she's sliding fingers inside her to move against her labia, all while her thumb is rubbing her clit in faster and faster motions. I stop moving my hand, even without movement the mere touch of skin against skin is almost too much for me. I can hear her saying words, and even though I can't hear what they are it's clear that she's getting closer and closer to cuming. She has two fingers buried in her cunt now, rubbing against the clitoral nerves hidden inside her. Suddenly her hand stops moving, her body locks in a rigid pose, and I clearly hear her shout, "Oh god, oh god yes!" followed by cries of pleasure as her orgasm slams into her. I watch in amazement as her vaginal juices squirt out of her cunt to splash onto her lover's lower body, drenching him. I fight my bodies desire, an orgasm so close to exploding it takes all my will power not to cum.

The intensity of her climax slowly decreases until she's limp above him, and she slides down his body until they again face each other, I imagine her weakly kissing him. Looking at the gap between her legs I can see her pubic hair is dripping with moisture, the evening sun glinting off the drops. Raising myself again I look down at the figure below me, he's no longer moving his arm. Did he bring himself to orgasm with the woman, or like me is he hoping for more erotic sights to see before allowing himself to cum?

The two unknowing exhibitionists stay in this pose for a few minutes, recovering and softly touching each other. There's not enough air movement to create sound, I hear him say something that sounds very sensual, and her tired but still naughty response. Again he places his hands on her ass and begins guiding her up his body. This time instead of urging her up only so far he continues pulling her up until she's kneeling over his face, his cock hard and throbbing to my vision. I can feel my eyes open wide as I realize what I'm going to see next. The angle of their bodies which earlier had prevented me from seeing his mouth on her tits is perfect for the oral sex I'm about to witness. He starts softly kissing her inner thighs, and the soft whimper that I hear from the woman sends a thrill through me. Centering his mouth on her I see his tongue extend out of his mouth and above his chin as he slowly licks her slit from the bottom all the way up to her clit. I watch her body clench as the sensation in her pussy overwhelms the control of her body. Time goes by unnoticed as I watch him pleasure her, sometimes with kisses against her vulva, licking up between the outer labia to glide along the wet inner labia, probing as deep inside her as he can get his tongue, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking on it while probably flicking it with his tongue. Soft sounds of wet flesh join with moans and whimpers reaching my ears. Unable to just crouch there without doing something she has her hands on her breasts, and I can see her forearms move as she squeezes her tits. Considering the power of her earlier orgasm I'm amazed when her body seemingly all too soon goes rigid with another climax, her head throws backwards in a silent scream, her body jerking with each spasm deep inside her. When the convulsions finally cease she slumps her body forward to rest above her lovers head.

He slowly moves his head out from underneath her sex and rises from between her thighs to climb up beside her and look at her. He softly kisses her, and I watch with my body trembling as she begins to slowly, sensually, lovingly lick her juices from his face. The angle of his body is just enough that I can see that his cock is still hard. They stay in this pose for a while, kissing and softly stroking each others bodies. The sun is warm on my back, and I silently shudder as puffs of air caress my feet, rising up my legs to softly glide over my ass and tickle their way up my back. After a while the woman starts tiredly lifting her body up. Coming to the edge of the blanket covered rock she moves onto her hands and knees facing inwards, the look she's giving him an entreaty to enter her from behind. He quickly stands up off the rock shelf and goes behind her, her exposed sex at a perfect height for him to enter her. A thrill of expectation goes through me as I realize that they're at a great angle for me to watch as he fucks her.

Reaching down beside them he picks up something, and I realize it's a condom package. This is a man who clearly places the comfort and well-being of a woman over his own needs. Opening the package and rolling the condom down over his cock, he reaches down and places the head of it against her opening and slowly pushes into her, his hands pressed against her ass as if to prevent her from impaling herself faster than might be good for her. I watch almost unable to breath as he gets about halfway inside her before pulling back out, hearing a faint cry of frustration from her at his withdrawal. I hear a soothing voice from him as he begins to again enter her, and this time he doesn't stop until his groin is pressed tightly against her ass. He stays still for a while, enjoying the feel of him sheathed inside her too much to move. He moves his left hand to her hip, and slides his right hand up her back to her head. Grasping her hair he slowly raises her head backwards a little, her upper body arching to move her head farther back. He begins slowly, pulling himself almost out of her before sliding back in. Over and over again, gently fucking her, and I see it when she moves to rest her weight on her left arm, moving her right arm to her groin, presumably to play with her clit.

It's a gradual thing, almost unnoticeable, but he slowly starts to lose control, moving a little faster, their two bodies coming together with a little more force each time. He lets go of her hair, and both his hands lock onto her hips, holding her in place for powerful thrusts. The impacts on her body grow harder, it feels like the beating of my heart is in sync with the sound of their two bodies slapping together. I feel myself trembling, my own orgasm only one more soft touch away. Soon he's thrusting into her as hard as he can, the slapping noise of their two bodies growing even louder in the mountain air. Her thighs and ass ripple every time he slams into her, and those large breasts are wildly swaying underneath her, erotic metronomes keeping time with each thrust. I can't make out all the words she's saying, but I hear enough of them to know that she's urging him on, begging him to keep fucking her, to make her cum again. It's all I can do to keep the sound of my panting quiet, preventing the man below from hearing me. Her breasts come down to rest on the blanket, swishing back and forth on the soft fabric. I watch it happen in amazed silence, and it almost shocks me when suddenly I see her body stiffen and a scream erupts from her lips, followed closely by a bellow from him as he begins to shoot his seed into her body/the condom. My hand moves almost on it's own, and I explode with my own orgasm, my other hand quickly covering my mouth to prevent my own sounds of pleasure from alerting the others to my presence. Despite my body overwhelming me with its climax my eyes stay locked onto the two lovers, watching their bodies jerk and shudder with their release.

Our three bodies begin to collapse at the same time, unable to find the strength to resist gravity. I lay limply on the rocky ground, and through tired eyes I see him pull his cock out of her and gently lower his body to lay down on her back. Panting, learning how to breath again, we lay in our designated spots, mine the place of voyeurism, theirs the stage of unknown erotic exhibitionism. I momentarily consider looking down to check on my fellow voyeur, but that might alert him to my being here, not to mention that our two performers might see me.

Moving onto their sides the two lovers come together, she spooning herself into his body. I can barely hear the quiet words they're saying to each other. While I love watching the two of them enjoying the intimacy of their after sex time together, it's been a long day for me, and the orgasm I'd just had feels like it used all the energy I had left over from my hike. Finally they get up and put their clothes back on, picking up the blanket and a few other things they'd brought up with them. Ready to go back down I again see the woman's face, only now it no longer shows that wickedness I'd seen earlier. Now it shone with tenderness and love, a commitment to the man with her that I could tell would be there for the rest of her life.

I almost get up when they're out of sight before remembering the man below me. Thankfully he didn't linger long, leaving soon after. Getting up, walking over to my pack with unsteady legs, I get out my clothes and began to slowly armor myself against a puritanical world. Putting my pack on I start going down, stopping momentarily at where the other voyeur had hidden, squelching any small interest to see if I could find evidence of him having an orgasm. I did linger at the lover's resting place, looking around me, standing where they'd first been when I saw them, gliding my hand over the rock shelf where they'd been making love. A big satisfied smile appears on my face, taking a deep breath I resume walking down to my car.

Thirty minutes later

Walking toward my car I use the key fob to unlock it, tossing my day pack into the trunk. I reach for the latch to open the door but stop myself, lean back against the car and close my eyes. I think about what's happened the last two hours and hug myself, scarcely believing what I'd seen and experienced. All the things that happened to cause it and all the things that could have gone wrong to prevent it. That I'd been at the right time and place was a coincidence, I'd been there before and probably would be again in the future.

Actually, given what had occurred, I'd likely be here a lot more from now on, if only to remember.

Seriously, the odds against what happened are huge! That I'd been up there wasn't that big of a stretch, I'd been here before. This was a remote area up in the mountains though, what had led the man and woman up there today rather than somewhere more accessible? If I hadn't stopped where I did to put my clothes on I might not have heard them before we saw each other, which not only would have ended it for me but might have prevented the two lovers from enjoying themselves. If I'd come down fifteen minutes earlier I'd have walked by them on their way up and lost the opportunity of seeing them. Fifteen minutes later and I'd have missed out on the sensual beginning of their love making.

What about the guy hiding below me? I'd stopped behind a ridge of rock to get dressed before going around the corner to continue downward, he'd just been hiding behind a boulder on the trail. I couldn't think of any reason for him stopping there on the way down, he had to have been behind that boulder for a while before that couple showed up and for minutes afterwards while they got comfortable, why did he stop there and wait for so long? He'd been dressed a little better for hiking in the area than the two lovers had been but not by much, what had he been doing up there?

Wait a minute, hold on. What if it wasn't an accident that he'd been there? Was it possible that this wasn't the first time the man and woman had enjoyed themselves there and he'd found out about it? That he'd somehow heard them talking about it, maybe he was an acquaintance of theirs, and he thought to get a cheap thrill out of watching them make love at that spot? (I didn't consider myself to have behaved badly, I hadn't know it was going to happen, and wasn't about to ignore a gift from the gods) Was it possible that one of the two lovers had tipped him off about what was going to happen, gotten an additional thrill out of knowing he was watching them?

Is it possible that the two lovers aren't just a couple but part of a throuple? Do they take turns being a voyeur to the other two having sex? Maybe the two guys are bisexual and she sometimes does the watching? Could it be that there's tears in the future, maybe they're a throuple but the two I saw are starting to fall more in love with each other to his exclusion, and the watcher below me had been there to confirm his fears at being left out? Could that be why he recorded them on his phone?

Whoa, that's right, he'd recorded them on his phone. Maybe he had no connection with the two of them at all, maybe he'd been hired to get evidence of one of the lovers cheating on a spouse? It was possible, one or both of the them could be stuck in a loveless marriage, had reconnected with someone they'd loved in the past. What tears and unhappiness might happen in the future if that was what I'd witnessed?

Could it have been, was it possible, how had it happened? I give myself a mental slap, I could imagine the reasons why it happened until it got dark and would still have no idea of how it came to be or could have changed if circumstances had been different. Sighing, I got in my car and started driving to a nearby cafe that I usually went to after one of my hikes in the area.

Twenty minutes later.

OH MY GODS, THE TWO LOVERS ARE HERE!!

I stand here for a while in the entrance to the cafe, stunned. They're sitting together at a table across the room, leaning towards each other in quiet conversation. I can't think, going back outside to consider what to do. If I was seated somewhere nearby would I be able to keep from staring at them? Would they notice me staring and get uncomfortable, possibly complaining to a waiter? Would I be able to resist listening to their conversation, and would they become aware of me listening to them? I do come to one decision, I'm going to pay for their dinner, it's the least I could do for the experience of a lifetime. Beyond that, do I send them a note explaining why their meal is paid for, maybe give them a way to contact me?

Thinking of the possibilities send a shiver of excitement through me.