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As was his habit at lunchtime, Hal left the building and walked through the office park for exercise. It was a partly cloudy day, and for the moment it seemed overcast. On his way to a small path through the woods, he saw her.
Sandy was an attractive redhead with a sensual voice who almost always wore a tailored blouse, a roomy ankle-length skirt, and one-inch pumps. Her wardrobe varied in color, patterns, and material, depending upon the season, but always the same ensemble. Hal watched as she walked to the back of the lot and opened the back door of her minivan. He waved but she didn't wave back. He was pretty sure she saw him, and he was even more puzzled when she got into the back of her own van. Perhaps she was looking for something or getting a gift for someone, he thought as he disappeared into the brush. Two minutes later, as he walked through the woods he saw an athletic looking man in a suit and a head of thick, silver hair approach her van. Hal's heart raced. He couldn't believe what was happening. What if the man tried to hurt her?
Hal jogged the twenty-five yards to the van. As he approached he heard moans and Sandy saying, "Stop!" Hal had his hand outstretched and was about the grab the side-door handle when he realized that Sandy was moaning with pleasure and saying, "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Hal stepped back so quickly that he almost tripped over his own feet. He had been within seconds of embarrassing himself thoroughly. As he retreated behind a bush, the sun came out, bright and strong. With the sun streaming into the van from the other side, he had a clear view into the van.
Sandy's skirt was bunched up around her waist; her bare widespread legs were braced against the backs of the front seats. Her hands were entwined in a mound of silver hair bulging conspicuously from her crotch. Her mouth was wide open. The way her head thrashed around, Hal figured that she was getting a wicked tongue-lashing. Hal watched and listened; she moaned then ordered the man not to stop. "Tongue fuck me, harder, faster, suck my cunt!" she cried. Hal was as much in shock as he was hard. He couldn’t believe the words coming from sweet Sandy's mouth. The more he watched, the harder he got. Hal fanaticized about fucking her himself, maybe in the computer room, where no one could get in except for the three people that had the combination to the door. Hal imagined her with no underwear on beneath the long flowing skirts she wore. He had this image of her coming and sitting on his lap--while his pants were around his ankles and his erect cock was slipping smoothly into her pussy.
Hal was jolted back to the moment when Sandy shouted, "Come on you bastard, get your tongue in deep! Oh YEAH! Like that. Lick me HARD!" Hal couldn't take it any more. He unzipped his pants and let his cock jump out into the cool spring air. His meat was hot to the touch; the cool air only made him more horny. He heard Sandy groan from deep within her belly. He sensed that she was on the verge of cumming. Hal stroked his shaft, holding his fingers tightly around the base and more loosely around the head.
"Oh yeah, Oh Yeah, OH Yeah OHHHH YEAHHH!" Sandy shouted, then she was silent.
Hal stroked a little harder and a little faster. He hoped that it wasn't all over. He kept stroking through the silent moments, because he could see that they were changing positions. At first it looked like she was going to give him a blowjob; she let him sit on the seat and she got down on her knees between his legs. Her ass resting on her heels, she quickly sucked him into her mouth and pushed his thick bulging head into her cheek. Sandy bobbed up and down several times until the man moaned. The she knew that he was ready.
Hal stroked a little harder and faster when he saw them change positions so that Sandy was kneeling on the seat facing the back of the van. She flipped her skirt up on to her back, as if inviting him to give her a good fucking. The man with the silver hair was half partially squatting and bending over her back to get in the right position. Soon it was clear that the silver-haired man was inside her. He wasted no time in pumping her pussy with his hot love muscle. Hal stroked. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that sweet Sandy was doing this; he couldn't believe his luck in watching her.
The man grabbed around her front and fondled her breasts as he rocked back and forth, his cock pumping in and out of her. Hal watched; it didn't take more than a dozen strokes before Sandy was moaning again. He pulled his hands off her tits and framed them right around her hips so that he could drive his cock as deep into her as possibly.
The silver-haired man grunted; Sandy groaned. Hal could barely keep quiet as he masturbated. Finally, the silver-haired man let out a loud sustained groan as he came in Sandy's snatch. As the man stood still, Sandy rocked back and forth pushing her ass toward him until she let out a little yip with another, smaller orgasm of her own.
Hal was on the verge, and the couple in the van was on the move. This time, they quickly slipped into a sixty-nine position on the seat. The man was on the bottom with her cum-dripping cunt over his face; Sandy was on top, his pussy juice and cum soaked cock on her lips.
Hal beat his meat as he watched Sandy lick him clean. He what it would be like for her to suck him dry after sex. He watched as the silver-haired man licked and sucked her pussy clean of cum and pussy juice. Hal felt his own orgasm rising in his balls. The heat and tension rippled into the base of his cock. Hal watched as the two lovers finished and then cleaned each other's lips with their tongues. Hot cum ran through the underside of his shaft. He stroked as hard and as fast as he could. When the lovers finally kissed a long passionate French kiss, Hal blew his load all over the bushes. There were drips on his shoes, but he didn't give a shit. He just looked at his watch and made a mental note that he needed to slightly adjust his walking time, thinking that he might be able to catch another show in the future.
Sandy was an attractive redhead with a sensual voice who almost always wore a tailored blouse, a roomy ankle-length skirt, and one-inch pumps. Her wardrobe varied in color, patterns, and material, depending upon the season, but always the same ensemble. Hal watched as she walked to the back of the lot and opened the back door of her minivan. He waved but she didn't wave back. He was pretty sure she saw him, and he was even more puzzled when she got into the back of her own van. Perhaps she was looking for something or getting a gift for someone, he thought as he disappeared into the brush. Two minutes later, as he walked through the woods he saw an athletic looking man in a suit and a head of thick, silver hair approach her van. Hal's heart raced. He couldn't believe what was happening. What if the man tried to hurt her?
Hal jogged the twenty-five yards to the van. As he approached he heard moans and Sandy saying, "Stop!" Hal had his hand outstretched and was about the grab the side-door handle when he realized that Sandy was moaning with pleasure and saying, "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Hal stepped back so quickly that he almost tripped over his own feet. He had been within seconds of embarrassing himself thoroughly. As he retreated behind a bush, the sun came out, bright and strong. With the sun streaming into the van from the other side, he had a clear view into the van.
Sandy's skirt was bunched up around her waist; her bare widespread legs were braced against the backs of the front seats. Her hands were entwined in a mound of silver hair bulging conspicuously from her crotch. Her mouth was wide open. The way her head thrashed around, Hal figured that she was getting a wicked tongue-lashing. Hal watched and listened; she moaned then ordered the man not to stop. "Tongue fuck me, harder, faster, suck my cunt!" she cried. Hal was as much in shock as he was hard. He couldn’t believe the words coming from sweet Sandy's mouth. The more he watched, the harder he got. Hal fanaticized about fucking her himself, maybe in the computer room, where no one could get in except for the three people that had the combination to the door. Hal imagined her with no underwear on beneath the long flowing skirts she wore. He had this image of her coming and sitting on his lap--while his pants were around his ankles and his erect cock was slipping smoothly into her pussy.
Hal was jolted back to the moment when Sandy shouted, "Come on you bastard, get your tongue in deep! Oh YEAH! Like that. Lick me HARD!" Hal couldn't take it any more. He unzipped his pants and let his cock jump out into the cool spring air. His meat was hot to the touch; the cool air only made him more horny. He heard Sandy groan from deep within her belly. He sensed that she was on the verge of cumming. Hal stroked his shaft, holding his fingers tightly around the base and more loosely around the head.
"Oh yeah, Oh Yeah, OH Yeah OHHHH YEAHHH!" Sandy shouted, then she was silent.
Hal stroked a little harder and a little faster. He hoped that it wasn't all over. He kept stroking through the silent moments, because he could see that they were changing positions. At first it looked like she was going to give him a blowjob; she let him sit on the seat and she got down on her knees between his legs. Her ass resting on her heels, she quickly sucked him into her mouth and pushed his thick bulging head into her cheek. Sandy bobbed up and down several times until the man moaned. The she knew that he was ready.
Hal stroked a little harder and faster when he saw them change positions so that Sandy was kneeling on the seat facing the back of the van. She flipped her skirt up on to her back, as if inviting him to give her a good fucking. The man with the silver hair was half partially squatting and bending over her back to get in the right position. Soon it was clear that the silver-haired man was inside her. He wasted no time in pumping her pussy with his hot love muscle. Hal stroked. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that sweet Sandy was doing this; he couldn't believe his luck in watching her.
The man grabbed around her front and fondled her breasts as he rocked back and forth, his cock pumping in and out of her. Hal watched; it didn't take more than a dozen strokes before Sandy was moaning again. He pulled his hands off her tits and framed them right around her hips so that he could drive his cock as deep into her as possibly.
The silver-haired man grunted; Sandy groaned. Hal could barely keep quiet as he masturbated. Finally, the silver-haired man let out a loud sustained groan as he came in Sandy's snatch. As the man stood still, Sandy rocked back and forth pushing her ass toward him until she let out a little yip with another, smaller orgasm of her own.
Hal was on the verge, and the couple in the van was on the move. This time, they quickly slipped into a sixty-nine position on the seat. The man was on the bottom with her cum-dripping cunt over his face; Sandy was on top, his pussy juice and cum soaked cock on her lips.
Hal beat his meat as he watched Sandy lick him clean. He what it would be like for her to suck him dry after sex. He watched as the silver-haired man licked and sucked her pussy clean of cum and pussy juice. Hal felt his own orgasm rising in his balls. The heat and tension rippled into the base of his cock. Hal watched as the two lovers finished and then cleaned each other's lips with their tongues. Hot cum ran through the underside of his shaft. He stroked as hard and as fast as he could. When the lovers finally kissed a long passionate French kiss, Hal blew his load all over the bushes. There were drips on his shoes, but he didn't give a shit. He just looked at his watch and made a mental note that he needed to slightly adjust his walking time, thinking that he might be able to catch another show in the future.
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