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A Voyeur's Day Fishing

This story is involves a very hot day in the Midwest fishing at Tuttle Creek Reservoir while I was living in Manhattan, Kansas. I was on one of the coves on the West Side of the Tuttle Creek, bored hot and consuming ice-cold beerall was not lost. I had beer and could forget about the fish.

A red corvette pulled into the small parking area next to my car and a young couple in there thirties hopped out and proceeded to unload a cooler, beach chairs and headed for the cove I was fishing in. The couple laid out their lawn chairs and cooler at the point where this cove jutted out into the lake. There location they chose put them easily within view from the main road that passed by the parking area and there are several houses that directly over looked this area.

I sat, drank my beer watched them for probably what was about an hour. She was approximately 57 or so, quite tall with shoulder length auburn hair, with auburn hair and quite curvaceous. He was about the same height, thin in build, blonde and mustached. They swam, drank, swam and relaxed on the beach for quite sometime. I was sitting where they could see me and it is still difficult to this day to think that they did not know I was there. They had to know. I was only about 50 yards away and in full view.

It may have been the combination of the beer and the heatand maybe bothI watched as she reached over and pulled his swimming trunks down around his ankles. He quickly from his perch on the shore and jumped into the water. There were protests on his part, at least that is what it appeared to be. She then stripped and joined him. The mood and the interactions changed as soon as she stripped and entered the water. He seemed less concerned about his loss of the shorts at this point.

There were long kisses and it was quite obvious that things were becoming quite hot. She took him by the hand and lead him up to the beach chair, sat him in it and began to give him a blow job. Editorial Comment: She was curvaceous and he was nicely hung.

Please keep in mind, they are visible from the road, houses above and from and I am now sitting there with my eyes glued. I was working as a photographer at the time and never left home without my camera. I had a 300mm lense with a 1.5 extender that brought them into clear view. I started to snap some pictures as things heated up, with a front row seat.

She moved him to the beach straddled him, reached between her legs and slid him in. She took what she wanted from him, sliding without a care in the world, riding the length of his cock. The rocking became more frenzied until it was obvious that he was going to cum and she was right on his heels.

It ended as soon as it started, they put their suits back on and the local PD came driving by about 2 minutes after they had completed what I think was a spectacle enjoyed by more than me.

I went home telling my wife of the miserable day fishing and told her I thought I had some Pulitzer Prize winners on a roll of film. I explained the photos content. She would not believe that the pictures were taken at the location I described and what was on the film. Seeing is believing and slid into my darkroom and developed the roll of film.

I souped the film, dried it and quite anxious to see the quality of the imagesand from the negatives they looked almost perfect. I put them in the enlarger did a test strip and printed a final of one of the images. They were not my best, though they did lend credibility to my story with my disbelieving spouse. I printed the rest and all my wife could say is, Oh my God. Needless to say, the photos provided some erotic conversation, a slight lube for some excellent sex that evening.