It's your day off. You decide to do some sunbathing at a local state park which has a pond, beach and lots of privacy. You park your car and sling your beach bag over your shoulder, beginning the quiet walk through the woods to a secluded section of beach. It's so hot even at 10 AM that as you follow the trail, even in the shady thicket your entire body perspires. Your forehead has beads of moisture, the under-wire is chafing your flesh, and you feel sweat behind your knees. "Can't get into the water fast enough" you think, knowing that it will cool you, relax you.
The woods are quiet except for the occasional chirping of sparrows. The path is well-worn so your footsteps make no sound. As you see the pond through the tree trunks, you slow your pace. You hear moaning; a deep voice; grunting. You strain your eyes; in a sunlit clearing to your right, you see a man, lying on a blanket, leaning on an elbow. He's stroking his cock; his hair is wet, his torso glistens with oil. The oil also shimmers off his manhood, the mushroom cap of his dick is oozing pre-cum. You know the sounds of an impending orgasm. He is pounding his man meat. Your attention is riveted to his performance.
Leaning against a tree, you watch, without blinking; and watch some more as your pussy begins to stir. "Only thing better than masturbating is seeing someone get off", you think. He is raising and lowering his hips as he fucks his fist."My, oh, my, I hope he shoots that cum and I can see it!" While he continues, you feel the need to touch yourself, to cum with him, feeling your vaginal muscles spasm as you orgasm....
You are startled; a woman approaches, her finger over her mouth, telling you to be quiet, pointing toward the man as she takes a place standing next to you. She whispers, "He's an exhibitionist, but you and I are willing voyeurs..." She tells you how she loves to watch when he masturbates. "He's sensuous, so erotic to watch."
As she says this, she steps behind you; you feel her body pressing against your back. Her fingers trace the back of your bathing suit and her hand travels to give your ass a delightful squeeze.
You have always wondered what the touch of a woman would do to you. As you are thinking, the woman's hand moves around your hip; she cups your pussy, a heavy palm starting to slowly rub your already hard clit. She knows your labia are engorged, she wants to satisfy you while your eyes remain riveted to the man... and his cock.
As she slides the gusset of your suit aside and slides her fingers on each side of your clit, you feel her breath on your neck. You wonder how everyone seems to know that well-planted kisses on your neck deeply arouse you, because as her peck touches your flesh, you feel it resonate in your pussy. You spread your legs apart so her touches can invade your pussy. She presses harder; your hips begin to move side-to-side, back and forth as her fingers follow the contours of your pussy and search your core for your g-spot. As you watch the man nearing an orgasm, he closes his eyes, turns his head. He opens his eyes and looks deeply into your gaze as he continues to entertain. You focus on him; the rubbing of your g-spot. Sensory overload for sure. You will cum with him; you know it, you want it, you need it.
The woman is finger-fucking you as you grind. You love his watching you as much as you love watching him and the incredible eroticism of being brought to orgasm by both of them. It must be plot, a set-up they contrived; but you are a willing participant, hungry to cum, to push your limits, to give yourself to both of them, confident that the experience will be just the beginning of your adventure into the delicious world of bisexuality... You were "bi-curious" before, but now you can't enter this new world fast enough. As the woman plunges your pussy with her fuck fingers, her male counterpart begins to expel streams of cum that shimmer in the sun, and you cum with him, the orgasm more intense than any you've ever experienced, your contractions gripping her fingers as she whispers, "Yes, yes.... join us for the afternoon...."
