The Headmistress and the Voyeur

A woman slips off a woodland path for a private moment. A man follows, and gets caught. She has three requests if he wants her to keep quiet. Told in alternating perspectives.

CHAPTER 1: Strangers

Two strangers enter a forest.

Now isn't that the perfect summer vision, I think to myself. I'm walking through a wood, everything lush after the wet spring. In the middle distance is a young woman in a white summer dress, her red hair cascading over her shoulders. I wonder what she's doing here.

You're sure you're in the right spot. You spot the familiar tree stump, and on the opposite side of the path... there it is! Slightly overgrown, but the pathway is still there.

I'm sure she's looking for something, but what? Suddenly she stops, then silently steps off the path into the undergrowth. Where has she gone? I jog to catch up and see a gap in the undergrowth, and a flash of white through the trees. Intrigued, I step off the main path and follow the mysterious red-headed girl.

After a minute, the path rounds a large tree. There's the small clearing you remember, barely a few metres across, the sun making it look light and airy. It's far enough from anywhere and anyone for complete silence apart from the sounds of the wood. You move to the centre and sit down. You feel relaxed, serene, and lie back in the soft grass.

I round a large tree and see her there, quickly stepping back. I don't think she saw me. I move quietly behind a bush to the side to get a closer look. A gap frames her perfectly. Her red hair falls across a bare shoulder, and her dark-rimmed glasses give her an intelligent yet innocent look. The dress seems a little tight, accentuating her full hips and thighs and pushing her full, round breasts up. Her hand moves.

You feel incredibly relaxed. You move your hand, brushing your fingertips across the exposed skin of your breasts, pondering. No one is around. Why not! You unfasten the first few buttons. That's a relief in itself. This dress looks amazing on you, but it's too tight. The price we pay for fashion. Your hand drifts to the lacy bra underneath and begins gently caressing your soft breast. The bra material is thin, but it would feel better without it.

The material of the dress rises and falls as she strokes her breast. She sits up and pushes the top of the dress down to her navel, revealing her white lace bra. She unclips the clasp and lets the bra fall. Her breasts hang free, full and round, with pale pink areolae and nipples. They're perfect. She cups a breast in each hand and lies back again.

Aching after the tight constraints of the dress, you gently caress each breast. It feels nice. Nicer if it were someone else's hands. You begin to rub your nipples with your fingertips, in small, round circles, focusing on arousing the areolae and nipples. They crave the feel of someone's lips. Your nipples extend, demanding to be sucked. They'll have to make do with gentle tweaking between your fingers.

I'm close enough to see her arousal, her nipples erect as she twirls them with her fingers, occasionally giving them a little tweak. It's arousing, but also frustrating. I wish I could kiss and suckle them. I'm so hypnotised by her breasts that it takes a second to realise one of her hands is drifting down her stomach.

You love having your breasts caressed, even by your own hand, but something else has needs too. As there's no one around... You slowly pull the hem of your dress up until the front is gathered just above your panties. You slip three fingers under the thin material. You tease your trimmed pubic hair for a moment, then move to your pubic mound. Your fingertips make small circular motions, harder this time, stimulating your hidden clit...

Watching, mesmerised, I hear a sigh of satisfaction. She raises a knee slightly, rotating her hips towards me, giving a slightly better view. Through her thin, damp panties, I can make out the dark outline of her trimmed bush being worked by her fingers. My cock is bursting in my trousers. No one's around, I think. Why not! I unbutton my fly, slip two fingers through the opening of my trousers and boxers, and begin stroking my length.

You begin to think about bringing yourself to a climax. Possible with just fingers, but...

"I wish I'd brought my toy," you say to yourself.

Shit! She knows I'm here, I think. I try to put my cock back in my trousers, but I lose my balance and fall backwards.

SNAP!

CHAPTER 2: Discovered

"Who's that? Who's there?" you shout, sitting up. Surely it must be an animal; you're in the middle of a wood, for fuck's sake! But someone is in that bush.

"Come on out and show yourself," you try to sound confident. A man stands up. You guess he's in his mid-40s, but caught red-handed, he looks like a naughty 12-year-old. You try not to smile.

"Come out where I can see you." Dear God, I sound like a headmistress.

I sheepishly step out through the gap I'd been watching through, trying to pull my trousers up. The trousers catch around my ankles, however, pitching me forward to land flat on my face in front of her. I look up. She initially seems concerned, but then raises her hand to her face to stifle a laugh.

OK, clearly not a threat.

"You are a dirty pervert and I really ought to report you..." you say, relishing your newly discovered headmistress voice. He scrambles to his knees to protest, forgetting his state of undress and arousal. His erect cock stands proud, long and thick, with a well-proportioned head beneath the foreskin and a slight upward curve, while below it his heavy balls hang in a completely shorn sack. Hmm, that would feel good...

She puts up a hand to stop my rambling protests. I realise I'm on show, so I try to cover myself with my hands. She seems to be gathering her thoughts, eventually continuing.

"... however, I don't really want what I was doing becoming public knowledge." She pauses again.

"So I have a proposal for you."

You think of a couple of requests, and in the circumstances he's hardly in a position to refuse.

"Request 1, since you've seen me, I want to see ALL of you," you demand.

I hesitate but realise I've little choice. I stand, kick my trousers and boxers the rest of the way off, and pull off my T-shirt, which joins them on the ground. I'm in reasonable shape, but now I wish I'd swum a few extra lengths to tone up a little more.

You take in his body. Hmm, not bad. Broad shoulders and chest. No six-pack, but a flattish stomach. Your eyes dwell on his cock again, then his strong thighs... perfect for thrusting into a young, horny redhead in the middle of a wood. You tell yourself to slow down. First, there are other pleasures to be had.

CHAPTER 3: Request

She pats the ground next to her.

"Sit next to me," she says. Obediently, and not unwillingly, I sit next to her. Close-up, I see how pretty she is. I wonder what a kiss from her full pink lips would feel like... and how they'd feel sucking at the head of my cock. I run my eyes over her shoulders, then arms, then her fabulous breasts... Her vibe might be teacher, but her body is pure temptress.

He's eyeing your breasts hungrily, which is exactly where you want his attention. You straddle his thighs, making sure your breasts 'accidentally' brush his face.

"Request 2..." you whisper seductively. You feel his strong hands lifting their weight, gently cupping each tenderly. Oh, the joy of being pleasured by someone else's hands.

As I begin squeezing and caressing them, she gives a small, satisfied sigh. Clearly they're very sensitive, heightened by her own attention. I want to kiss them, so I push her breasts together and begin to lick each erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. Another small moan encourages me, so I run my broad tongue around the areola.

His hands continue to knead and squeeze your breasts eagerly, easing all the ache and tension away, but your nipples are feeling neglected. On cue, he places his tongue under a nipple, leaving it there teasingly before enclosing his lips around it. Finally, a long, slow, gentle suck, and a little moan of pleasure.

I kiss the freshly sucked nipple and move across to the other. Again, I place my tongue under it, wrap my lips around it and give it an even longer, tender suck. Another little moan. Clearly it's ecstasy for her, so I continue alternating between each nipple, worshipping each with my tongue and lips, licking and sucking.

The stranger seems to know instinctively what you crave. Where was he when you had to endure all those lousy fucks with inconsiderate wankers only interested in their own satisfaction? You're riding on a wave of pleasure, radiating from the tender attention he's giving you. But something else has been stirring, making its dissatisfaction known at being teased, then abandoned, and now neglected. You reach down...

CHAPTER 4: Dilemma

I feel her hand gently brush the tip of my cock. Her fingertips find the foreskin and gently push it back to expose the head, and then, wrapping her hand around my shaft, she begins wanking me slowly. With the fingertips of her other hand, she begins tenderly stroking the head.

"It seems you have something that I very much desire the use of," you say, wondering why the teacher vibe has gone all Edwardian, before you continue, "and if it's used to my full satisfaction, I'll forget about your... earlier misdemeanours." To emphasise the point, you stand up and give him a close-up of you sliding your panties over your round hips and thighs and letting them drop to the ground.

Her dress is now gone. I lose myself gazing at her as she stands without a stitch. Her beautiful pale skin, flawless apart from the occasional mole, and now I see she's a natural redhead. I know I'm really good with my tongue, but I look at her full lips and would quite like to feel her take me in her mouth. I wonder which she'll choose.

You decide to give him a little test.

"I have a dilemma. I can't decide whether I want to suck, or be licked." You wait to see if he works it out.

"Well, a gentleman really should see to the lady first," he answers. What a dickhead! You gave him all the jigsaw pieces and he's missed it! And why has he gone all Edwardian too?

"But may I be so bold as to suggest we do both at the same time?" Bingo! The horny Edwardian headmistress gets her sixty-nine with the perverted Edwardian gentleman.

She smiles and, placing her foot on my chest, pushes me onto my back. I guess that was a good answer, I think, and I watch as she walks around me. She squats over my face, then spreads her knees wide enough to bridge my shoulders. The small triangle of pussy hair is inches above my face, and it's already wet in anticipation. It's just too tempting...

Without waiting, he immediately starts running his tongue with the lightest of touches along your pussy lips. A large sigh of satisfaction leaves you. Oh God, you really need this. You lean forward, letting your breasts rest their weight on his stomach. You begin with gentle kisses along his length, switching occasionally to long licks from the tip of the head to his ball sack. His teasing is driving you wild, but then you feel his tongue enter you and move up to your clit, working the nub hard.

She rewards me by taking the head of my cock between her lips and into her mouth, and starts working her tongue around it. I return the reward with interest by increasing the pressure and speed of my tongue on her clit. Despite a mouth half full of cock, she moans softly and somehow slides her knees further apart to lower her clit, allowing even more pressure... Even more pleasure...

Your mouth is sliding along his hard shaft, your lips sucking hard at the sensitive area just below the head while your tongue works the equally sensitive spot underneath. Men fucking love this, you think, and your head begins to bob up and down even faster, taking him further inside your mouth. He pauses.

"Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good."

Her sticky pussy juices are smeared all over my mouth, and even beginning to trickle down my cheek. I am good, I think smugly, but I've still got one more trick to play.

You feel him grab your arse with one hand and slide a couple of fingers easily inside your pussy. He works his fingers in and out of you, his tongue on your clit steadily getting faster and faster. The pleasure rippling out from both becomes so overwhelming that you have to remove his cock from your mouth and revel in the sensations.

"Don't stop, don't you dare stop!" you whisper, before taking the head of his cock back into your mouth. You begin to suck harder and harder, moving it in and out and pulling his foreskin at the sides.

As requested, I continue to work her clit eagerly with my tongue and her g-spot with my fingertips. She begins rocking her hips on my fingers as hers pull eagerly at my shaft while sucking harder.

You feel his balls tighten, his cock spasm. He erupts in your mouth, filling it with three or four powerful spurts of cum, just as the ripples of pleasure through your own body become the convulsions of your orgasm.

CHAPTER 5: Deserves

We're lying on our backs. You don't remember rolling off him, only the tsunami of ecstasy that ripped through your body. You roll onto your side, the soft breeze through the trees feeling cold against the sweat on your body. You see his cock has softened slightly. You decide to intervene. The sixty-nine was really, really great, but you haven't finished with him yet.

I feel her lightly touch my cock. Jeez, she wants to go again already? Still, I glance towards her and see her gorgeous hips and thighs next to my face, and I can't help thinking how nice it would be to spread her on the grass and fuck that beautiful pussy.

You sense him starting to harden again and decide to encourage him with a few long, sensual sucks of his shaft. In no time, he's rock hard again.

"I can't think what you shall do next to entertain me!" says the returning Edwardian headmistress. And at that, you get on your knees and elbows with your arse pointing towards him, thinking that Edwardian headmistresses must have had a serious slutty streak.

This is the first close-up look I've had of her arse, having been almost completely preoccupied on the other side. As I move behind her, I can't help myself...

"Jesus fucking Christ! Is there any part of your body that isn't absolutely fucking perfect?" I sense she's flattered as she pushes back slightly and, feeling my hard cock against her cheeks, wiggles her hips a little, making my cock jiggle between them. Teacher vibe or not, I decide 'Miss' is going to get the fucking that she, and I, royally deserve.

You feel his cock sliding between your legs towards your pussy lips. You find yourself involuntarily moving your legs apart slightly, desperate to feel him inside you. The tip of his cock touches your lips, and you arch your back a little, trying to get him between them. You try to push back a little more, but he pulls back just enough to keep from entering you. You bastard, just put your fucking cock inside me, your inner voice screams.

Having tempted her into pushing back, I have her in the perfect position. I grab her by the hips and slowly push my hard cock inside her pussy. Oh God, I can't believe how good her pussy walls feel as they slide down my shaft. Finally, I'm balls deep inside her.

"Oh fuck!" she gasps.

God, he feels so good inside you, no doubt due to all the good preparation work he did while his face was buried between your thighs, not to mention his fabulous cock. You stretch your arms out in front of you to brace yourself for what you're now sure will be a great fuck. You also find your breasts are now low enough to feel the soft, cool grass brushing them, something that is surprisingly stimulating.

Time to earn my forgiveness, but frankly, even if she still reports me anyway, it'll have been worth it just to have experienced her breasts, tasted her pussy, felt her mouth on my cock and finally gazed on her fabulous arse while we fuck each other's brains out. I begin to thrust into her, her hot, wet pussy sliding along my length. With each stroke I withdraw until only the head remains in, then thrust back in my full length. I've never been this hard and felt this good inside anyone.

You brace yourself against each stroke as he thrusts inside you. You can feel the head of his cock exciting every single part of your pussy as it pounds in and out of you. Already you can feel your orgasm beginning to well up. Oh, this is going to feel so fucking intense.

I sense she's close, so, trying to keep my rhythm, I reach forward and around her rib cage. I feel the soft grass brushing my hands as I grab her tits and pull her upright. She turns her head towards me over her shoulder, reaches her arm up and pulls my head forward. Finally I get to kiss those beautiful, full, pale pink lips. Her mouth opens and I taste her tongue as she kisses me with complete abandon. I figure I'm forgiven, but just to make sure...

His cock is still pummelling into you, but the change of position means the sensations are even more intense. You're close, so, so close. You feel his hand move from your breast down across your stomach to your groin.

"Oh yes please!" you murmur, and his fingertips find your clit and begin rubbing in time with his thrusts. That's it, that's too much, and you tip over the edge.

I start to feel her pelvis thrust, then spasm, then hear her moaning as the orgasm rips through her body. Why can't more women be like her? Too many talk the talk about how great they are, only to lie there barely engaged, let alone enjoying it. But she's so different. Writhing with pleasure on my cock, no inhibitions about showing how much I please her, and only too happy to please me in return.

The huge rush of endorphins surging through you hits you like a freight train. You wonder if you'll ever top this.

CHAPTER 6: Bonus

Well, I think I might as well try for the jackpot. I withdraw from her, turn her half towards me and kiss her full on the lips, her tongue hungrily kissing me back. My turn to push her onto her back, but I hold her hands to control her fall. She makes no protest and lies on the grass, spread-eagled. I try to commit the image of her to memory: her lying serene, freshly fucked, her pale skin, her red hair, her fabulous full figure, all surrounded by lush green grass.

You wonder what's coming next. The high of the orgasm recedes, leaving you feeling relaxed. You feel him place his hands on your knees and push them wide apart. You feel vulnerable, your pussy totally open and exposed. Again he's admiring your fabulous body.

"Finish me," you command.

I hook my elbows under her legs and spread my arms either side of her. I let my cock fall on her pussy, rubbing its length along her lips. She rolls her pelvis, allowing the tip of my cock to align with her and enter her slightly. I impale her with my full length, and she gives another satisfied moan. I quickly hit a steady rhythm. It feels so good that I know I won't last long, but I figure I've more than achieved 'full satisfaction' and am very much into 'bonus' territory.

So this is how I die. What a way to go. His steady rhythm has quickly driven you to another orgasm, and now they're hitting you like waves; as one starts to recede, another breaks, overwhelming it. The gaps between them become shorter and shorter, and now they're merging into one long, continuous ride of ecstasy.

I listen to her moans. To start with they rise and fall in a cycle, but soon they seem to merge into one long cry of pleasure. I feel my own orgasm building and welcome it, wanting to join her in whatever utopia she's in.

"What's your name? I need to know your name!" Despite her own joy, she answers my strange request.

I feel the cum squeezed from my balls and begin pulsing along the length of my shaft.

Despite the continuous wave of pleasure raging from your pussy to the tips of your fingers and toes, you feel him coming. Your senses are so heightened now, you swear you can feel his cum travelling inside his beautifully hard cock. He manages one last plunge inside you just as his cum erupts. You can feel every spurt hitting your pussy walls deep inside you, and suddenly something beautiful happens.

I shout her name as I cum. I repeat it with each spurt inside her. I want her to know exactly who it was that drove me to these incredible heights, and how much she means to me. I followed her to a clearing, but she's taken me somewhere I never imagined existed.

CHAPTER 7: Stay

You lie in the lush green grass, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to an impressively low resting rate.

"That's a very relaxed pulse for a man of your age," you say.

"Swimming," he murmurs. "Three mornings a week. Though I'd like to point out I've never had a workout like that one."

You laugh against his skin. Then you remember something. "You said my name."

"I did."

"No one has ever said it like that. Not once." You wonder what to do. You decide to take a chance.

I feel her head move on my chest. I peer down and meet her eyes as she looks up at me. The sun's rays dance through the leaves above us, and her long red hair is spread across my skin. I wish for the moment to last forever.

"I have one last request," she whispers.

"Make it."

"Don't make this the only time. Come back with me. Not here, not today, but... properly."

I think about it for exactly as long as it takes to breathe in. "Request granted," I say, and I roll her onto her back and kiss her. Against her lips, I whisper her name again, softly this time, just to hear how it sounds when nobody's shouting it.

She smiles, and that's all the answer I need.

Two strangers entered a forest. A few hours later, two lovers left together.