Rachel’s Voyeur Trail Run [FFM]

I descend down the hill at a brisk pace. My lungs struggle to take in the oxygen that is depleted from my running. My legs are tired and ache but I’m only halfway through this run. It’s a hot Michigan day, but on the trail it is shaded and feels cooler. I have never been a great runner. My father would always say “You’re not suited for distance Rachel, you’re a speedrunner.” I enjoy running these wooded trails because I rarely see anyone out here, so I’m comfortable wearing just a sports bra and my sport shorts. My blue sport thong is saturated with sweat and has been riding up my ass all run.I should have gone with the spandex. Sweat beads down my neck to my breasts where it saturates my sports bra. What was light pink when I started, looks like a light red. My hair is in a high bun and my headband is soaked through. I continue down the trail with four miles left before I get to my car.

As I continue on I approach a steep hill though some dense forest, I begin to climb the hill slowly. My breathing intensifies as I come to the crest of the hill and surpass it. I descend down the other side of the hill and come to a sharp turn on the trail. I could go right and follow the signs for the trail, but if I go left I will get to run a new part of the trail I never have. I decide to turn left. I’m running on a long straight away when I see a mirage in the distance. My eyes have sweat and them and I use my hand to brush the sweat away. The mirage is still there. My eyes seem to believe what they see, but my brain does not compute. I go from a steady run, to a brisk jog, to a slow walk. “What the fuck” I say aloud to myself.

On the ground is a freshly fallen tree from a storm. I see them, a couple, a man and woman. The woman is bent over the tree, the male behind her steadily thrusting inside of her. Her moans scream pleasure, thrill and intense pleasure. I continue walking, slowly, they have not seen me yet. I step off the trail slightly but continue to gaze on these lovers in the forest. Who are they? Are they lovers? Did they find each other on the trail? They fuck like they are new lovers, you can see the lust in his eyes as he fucks her, he looks as if he is still amazed by her and has not found all of her secrets. Her moans are intense and pleasure filled, she wants him to know what he is doing to her.

My body begins to cool as I watch them from the brush, I am damp everywhere from my run, but I begin to get wet in my shorts. I can feel the warmth in my shorts coming on quickly, I am aroused, I am intrigued and I am terrified. My body is jealous of what my eyes show my brain. These are both beautiful people, both this man and woman are stunning. It’s obvious they take care of themselves. I’m not typically into women, but she is gorgeous and would make even me question myself. From my position I am looking straight on. I see her bent over the tree, leggings and red panties pulled to her ankles. He is shirtless, good shape and his shorts are pulled down. I can not see any of their intimate parts, but I can hear them. The echo in the forest from skin on skin contact is clear, I can hear each time he thrusts into her as his balls hit her from behind, a beautiful echo to my ears. I envision his penis, wet and with no issues sliding into her. She is taking him, all of him.

I lean on a tree and continue to watch, and gaze at this passionate woodland fuck session. I take my hand and reach into my shorts. I move my thong to the side, which is soaked with my pussy juice. I reach and touch my labia, the thick juice it produces allows me to easily get my finger inside. I rub slowly, counter clockwise working my clit and my vaginal opening. I stimulate my clit quicker and quicker. My juice is thick and almost grool like. I use my other hand to lift my bra upward, exposing my breasts. They are slick and covered in sweat, I can easily squeeze my nipples while stimulating myself. I don’t realize how close I got to the couple, but the man has noticed me. We lock eyes as we both experience different pleasures. He smiles at me, and my mouth is wide open, with shame, shyness and excitement. He does not stop fucking her, if anything he increases his speed and his hard thrusts into her.

The woman continues to not notice me, as she is bent over the tree looking toward the ground. The man continues to fuck her but I see him say something to her, she looks up and see’s me. She sees me with one hand in my shorts and my breasts exposed. She smiles up at me. Three strangers in the forest in complete ecstasy. Her moans get louder as if on purpose. I can hear her more clearly now. I work my clit faster, and swiftly. I begin to pulsate down below and release my finger from touching my clit, my legs are weak and knees shaky. I orgasm, and cum hard.

I take my hand from within my shorts and taste myself. It’s a sweet but musty taste. Of sweat and sweetness. I compose myself, lower my bra and reality comes back to me. I slowly walk back to the trail and continue back to where I started. We never spoke, but I felt connected to those strangers in the woods. I long to find a man that could fuck me with the passion and thrill that I saw in the woods. Perhaps we will cross paths again, I think I will stick to trail running, you never see that kind of shit running on the sidewalks.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gu55dn/rachels_voyeur_trail_run_ffm