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"How bitter Joseph's existence

When he found that his girl friends insistence

Meant that he'd have to wed her

Before he could bed her.

She was simply a piece de resistance."
-author unknown

The sight I came upon during that lush sunny afternoon took my breath away. A little-known girl from school was across the picturesque glade from me, doing as I did, strolling in the afternoon sun, enjoying the heat of the early day and the peace of the gentle woods. I recall her name as Sara, two grades below my own, but she was a shy quiet girl whom no-one really knew.

The sunlight shone through the tall trees to radiate her pale skin and short blonde hair. The smile upon her face was not meant for anyone but herself, but I took solace that I was a witness to her happiness. She practically skipped down to the pool, the sound of the rushing stream a few paces away, muffling the crunch of her dainty feet upon the forest floor.

Was I a pervert or just an overly-attentive young man? I sat down a hundred meters from her, watching as she bent at the knees to cool her arms and hands in the icy water. My eyes ignored the abundant natural obstructions and studied her taut round bottom in her dark-green walking shorts. The day's heat was partially shaded as she found peace beneath the trees and sat down upon facing the pool.

I inched forward, totally unobserved by the pretty girl, my sounds also obscured by the rushing water. Sara was rubbing her still-wet cold hand along her thin neck. I could see that her eyes were closed and that the smile upon her face had not disappeared.

My person was but a few meters from the relaxing girl, hidden by a thick bush, my view practically unobstructed. I knew that I had gone beyond the point of a polite view and had intruded upon Sara's privacy by sneaking up on her. What she did next convinced me that staying had been the right thing to do, and I forgot any notion about leaving.

Sara's relaxed, roaming hand strolled down and settled upon her small round right breast. At first I thought it was only a natural place to move her hand, but when I could see the fingers squeeze that perfectly-shaped mound I knew better. The hand continued to fondle that breast, slowly and firmly giving herself the pleasure of her own touch upon the obviously sensitive skin.

What was she doing? She wasn't about to get sexually stimulated out here in the forest, was she? My heart practically pounded as I saw the other hand come up and grab the left breast and begin to squeeze. Together, Sara and I licked our lips, almost poetically.

Time mattered little as my senses were focused upon Sara and her pleasure. I could see that see was enjoying her touches, as her nipples were strongly poking through her light tee-shirt, while her hands also trembled slightly, and her tongue constantly licked upon her full red lips. When she moved her right hand from her excited breast and down her flat stomach, I could barely breathe, so nervous and excited was I at what I witnessed.

The button holding her shorts were too much for her one hand and she used both to manipulate them. Her left hand again squeezed the shapely breast while the other snuck under the waist band of her shorts to obviously cup her sex. I watched from her profile as the girl's whole body rippled in delight after only seconds of her own hand between her legs.

I knew not what made the noise, so engrossed in the sight I was viewing, but Sara suddenly bolted straight up, disengaging her hands from her body. "Who is it? Who is there?!" She sounded scared.

I didn't know what to say. It was obvious that she could not see me, but knew that someone was watching her. And she looked positively frightened, and I wanted to comfort her, but not give away my identity because I too felt guilty at my peeking.

I finally spoke. "Why are you out here alone?" It was an innocent question, one that she took the wrong way. I could see that she shivered not in pleasure, but fright. "I won't hurt you." She didn't calm very much at my remark.

"Then why are you hiding? Will you let me go?"

My reply came before I even thought about it. "No!" She froze. "I don't want you to go, I don't want you to stop..." We both knew what was about to come next, and my voice was getting raspy. "You are very beautiful. I just wanted to see more of what you had been doing!"