1. Lunchtime Munchtime


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Voyeur, Author: MFrederique, Rating: 60, Source: xHamster

    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, &#034Stop!&#034 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, &#034Don't stop! Don't stop!&#034 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. &#034Tongue fuck me, harder, faster, suck my cunt!&#034 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, &#034Come on you bastard, get your tongue in deep! Oh YEAH! Like that. Lick me HARD!&#034 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 ...
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