With the cloying headiness of last night’s drinking session with the girls slowly draining from me, I decided that the sultry summer conditions were perfect for my walk along the canal towpath. The walk was a routine for me, and enjoying my new found sense of ‘spontaneity’ I decided to extend my usual route further up the towpath. The canal was fringed with a beautiful wooded area which thickened into a densely lush forest about a mile further along.

The evening air was nicely warm and bracing; carrying the pungent smell of fresh timber and water, and for once I decided to leave the jacket at home. Ordinarily I would be carrying it in case the night air developed a chill, or more truthfully, because I was a little reluctant to reveal too much flesh. That evening however, emboldened by my plan to start a sexy new makeover, I had ventured out in just a sports crop-top and navy blue track pants; hair tied back neatly in a pony-tail.

Feeling the air clearing my head, I filled my lungs and fast walked down the grassy towpath, lost in the peaceable sounds of nature around me. I found myself beyond the point where I would normally turn back, enjoying the simple adventure of exploring new ground. Here, as I expected, the woodland grew denser, and the light filtered through the tall timber, casting shadows across the grassy canal bank.

I’ve always felt safe here, and the quiet solitude of the forest was welcoming and almost seductive. Finding a natural track leading into the woods, I decided to work my way through; figuring that it would open out into the playing fields on the other side of the forest. Under the canopy of branches and foliage, the air was noticeably cooler and filtered shafts of light played around me as I walked on.

The soft chirping of small birds in the tops of the trees lulled me, and I decided that I should take this route more often; pleased that my curiosity was opening new vistas. It was right about then that I saw them. A little way off the edge of the path I could see two men standing amongst a grove of trees and shrubbery. They seemed to be watching something intently. Curious but somewhat wary, I approached carefully so as not to alert them to my presence.

Fascinated, I moved closer and it became evident what the object of their attention was. Kneeling in the tall grass in front of the older man was a short haired woman; maybe in her late forties and dressed in a tiny black dress and sheer black stockings. Not at all the kind of gear you might wear for a casual walk in the forest! The back of her dress was pulled high, displaying a pair of shapely buttocks; her head bobbing up and down furiously as she pleasured the man with her mouth.

Peering from behind a tree, I was close enough to hear the wet, breathy slurping as she worked on his tool; his eyes half-closed with pleasure and gazing hypnotically at the shapely lady kneeling in front of him. I bit my lip involuntarily, feeling my pussy contract just like the night before. The second man stood nearby, a similar look of hypnotic pleasure crossing his face as he watched spellbound. He was younger, maybe mid-twenties, and completely naked from the waist down; his jeans and jocks in a crumpled heap around his ankles. I gasped as I realised he was masturbating himself furiously, oblivious to everything around him, except for the mature couple engaged in their frantic acts of oral coupling.

Feeling the insistent surge of arousal, I clenched my buttocks and thighs tightly together, feeling the same mesmerising sense of awe that played in the faces of the two men. The urge to dip a hand down the waistband of my pants and flick at my swelling clit was overwhelming. I fought the desire and continued to stare at the intense scene which was playing itself out before me. The short haired woman’s movements were growing more urgent, her hands clasping at the man’s hips as she pulled his groin close. The man uttered low moans in response to her frantic motions, running his fingers through her hair and thrusting his hips rhythmically to face fuck her as her mouth engulfed him wetly and completely.

By now she was uttering high pitched grunts in time with his thrusting, as if urging him to unload; willing him to shoot it into her. The young man uttered a grunt of excitement and his own stroking motion became frantic, taking up the same rhythm of the couple’s pistoning mouth and cock; as if imagining it was his own member being enveloped in the pretty woman’s welcoming mouth.

My own heart was pounding rapidly in my chest, and I realised my breathing was coming in the same shallow gasps as the trio in the woods. Distractedly pulling my track pants and knickers down to half-mast, I played with myself in a repeat performance of the wild masturbation session of the night before, fingering myself roughly like some wild animal; uncaring and desperate for that spine-tingling release. The cool forest air felt unnatural yet alluring around my exposed legs and buttocks, my pussy incredibly wet and slick under the fevered fluttering of my fingers. My nipples were pushing against the tight cotton crop-top, straining and proudly erect.

Hearing the urgent sounds from the three strangers steadily increasing in intensity, I realised my own fingering was causing a wetly slick slapping sound as I struggled to stifle a moan. I paused breathlessly and re-positioned, spreading my legs wider in an attempt to mask the sound, lest I give myself away. My thigh muscles were quivering involuntarily; my panties stretched wide around my splayed knees, showing white in the growing darkness....