The girls were by now so far along the avenues of their desire that they wouldn't have beard him if he'd driven up in a truck. He couldn't tell what caused the sound until he was about fifty feet away from them. When he finally saw what it was he almost lost his footing and tumbled into the brush. What a sight! Two young girls lying half naked together in the middle of making love! He came as close as he dared, then paused beside a tree to enjoy the view. Then he realized one was Lynda, the young black girl who'd directed him to Vera's cabin when he arrived at camp. And the other the other was little Claire, the fourteen year old who'd come to the cabin with out panties when the others were on their nature trip!
What luck to come across these two. That hot-assed little bitch, he thought to himself. She didn't say anything about grooving on other chicks. Look at her lick that black chick's titties.
The girls had progressed a long way from the point where they'd been when they first quit watching Tim and began getting seriously involved with each other. And he had no idea, of course, that they had been observing him only a short time before.
He watched in fascination. So that's what that, young black girl looked like with her clothes of – damned cute! Lynda, who had begun by having her hand at the hem of Claire's skirt, now had the girl's skirt off and lying on the ground beside them. For some reason, Claire's blouse was still on, although it was flapping open and Tim could easily see both breasts shake and jiggle on her chest with every move. There many, many moves.
Lynda had her mouth on Claire's upper thighs and every time the black girl neared the area of the brunette's groin, Claire would wiggle her hips spiritedly. It seemed to Tim that the young girl was dying to have Lynda's mouth come all the way up to her pubes.
Claire wore nothing but her panties and the blouse that hung loosely from her shoulders. Lynda, to Tim's delight, was wearing even less. He had at least seen Claire naked before – in fact, he'd done much more than see her. But he'd never even gotten to see Lynda very well at all, much less with her clothes off. She lay on the ground with her face in Claire's naked lap and one breast cupped in Claire's open hand. Claire was fondling the shapely globe and Tim could see her titillate the hard, black's little nipple from time to time with her thumb and forefinger. He was glad she didn't have her hands over both breasts. That would have denied him the view of the lovely mound swinging freely underneath her chest as Lynda moved her lips on Claire's upper thighs.
Man, took at her lick Claire's pussy, he thought to himself. And that's the very same little cunt I had my mouth on while the others were on the nature walk. His penis began to raise inside his pants again in spite of the workout he'd given it while spying on Dana and Vera. As he watched the two adolescents play with each other's breasts and pubes, the knob of his penis throbbed with blood and the shaft returned to its former state of stiffness. Why just watch, he asked himself. He had already enjoyed Claire's favors so she surely wouldn't mind his presence. And if the black chick grooved so much on one lover, wouldn't she like two just that much better?
He started to rush to where they lay, but then checked himself. Maybe he should at least until they'd done each other in. After they had reached climax, he'd approach them. The more he watched them, the more he began to think that Lynda had been brought off earlier. She seemed to be doing most of the loving and Claire seemed to be the recipient of it. Watching the shiny black skin in the moonlight fondly rubbing on the pale white nakedness of the other girl made him want to touch them himself more and more. But he held himself in cheek. He was close enough to hear them now and their words excited him nearly as much as their appearance.
"Oh, wow, love, you really got me going now," said Claire. "Your tongue makes goose bumps all over me. Oh, put it in me, Lynda, lick me on the inside with it. You're driving me crazy!"
Damn, thought Tim, I'd like to be over there. I'd, lick every one of those goose bumps and then go for these two big bumps on her chest! He saw Lynda comply at last to her love mate's feverish request. Her mouth covered the muff at the center of the fourteen year olds loins and her tongue shot into the hot crevice of her sex like a pig into a pickle barrel. Claire caught her breath and jerked her arms to Lynda's shoulders. She ran them over her collarbone and grabbed one of the firm, shiny black breasts in each hand. She squeezed so hard it seemed to Tim that Lynda would have been in pain. But if anything did hurt her, there would have been no way to tell it – her mouth was locked so tightly onto Claire's vulva that it would have been impossible for her to speak.
He saw Claire raise her long pale legs and wrap them all the way around Lynda's black neck. She began a slow pumping movement then that made Tim certain she must be very near her release. She rocked her pale-skinned buttocks up and down on the green grass and Tim heard little, noises erupt from her throat. Seconds later, the sound had increased to a kind of yelping whine.
Lynda was egging her on. "Come on, honey. Get it oh now, get it on for, yourself. Spread your legs and take my tongue?" Then she darted her mouth back onto Claire's tender genitals.
The movements of Claire's buttocks became more and more agitated and Tim saw her throw her legs apart and scream, then sink backward onto the ground. She lay flat and no sounds came from either of the girls.
Even after it was obvious that Claire had reached orgasm, Tim waited longer, than he'd anticipated before approaching them. He was so entranced with the beauty of them lying in each other's arms that he hated to disturb them. For several minutes they lay quietly and he stayed in position watching from time to time one of the girls would reach a hand across the other girl's body and pat her affectionately, but there was a minimum of movement. Once in a while one would whisper into the other's ear, but he was too far away to make out what was being said.
The entire picture of their naked bodies under the high moon was one he wished he could have preserved on film. Maybe even in a painting. The way their rounded young curves flowed into each other and melted together… a slim leg here, a tender breast here, a pair of moist lips there… combined to make an incredibly seductive scene. Only when Lynda made a move to roll off her lover's legs and reach for an article of clothing did Tim intrude on their idyll. He stepped closer and called out to Lynda in a stage whisper.
"Wait a minute, sugar, don't pull all those clothes on again and cover yourself up. You're a hell of a lot prettier with nothing on and your ass sticking out naked like that," he said.
She jumped like she was shot. "Who's that? Who's doing that talking? Where you at, mister? What you want?" she asked in rapid fire speed.
She couldn't see him yet because she didn't know, where to look, but then he stepped closer and she saw him for the first time. She raised her blouse up to cover her naked, fully packed breasts but then realized that left her loins completely bare. She dropped the blouse in front of her furry muff but then saw that her shiny breasts were left naked by the move. Tim didn't answer. He just stood watching the lovely, flustered teenager try unsuccessfully to cover herself.
Claire had heard every word he said but had been too surprised and frightened to speak. But then she recognized the voice. She looked up from where she still lay on her back and spoke to Lynda. "Wait a minute, I know who that is," she said. Then she directed her voice out toward the bushes.