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I will introduce myself as Jim, that lives in a normal upstate New York neighborhood with many private houses and what I call grouping of homes around a common play ground for the kids that have grown up and moved away. I have been living a single life of a bachelor of sorts, with few friends and folks that still know me. I am accustomed to taking long walks at night and have a favorite path I use often, seeing that there are few homes and few street lights to obscure my vision of things I love watching. Yes I have seen it all, and now I need to tell you what I have seen or what I call, observations in my nightly walks.

It was a few weeks ago and I was enjoying the walk threw the fall leaves that were left on the trail nearest my home, when I stopped to observe a noise I thought I knew, but was amazed to know, that it was a lady my age, on a lounge chair in her yard, naked, except a casual robe around her shoulders and in blissful passion with her vibrator on full blast! I scouted out a private spot next to a tree that had a low hanging branch, and with some foliage left on it to cover myself, as I watched and started to get excited in watching the night air change to a blast furnace of passion. As she rub the ivory vibe into her hot body, she was rolling her eyes over and over, she was pumping the vibe in and out as if a piston pump was there. The night air was electrified with bird noises and barking dogs, but the buzzing was a muffled noise on one except myself would find.  I watched and felt the familiar bulge of my pants push upon the zipper asking to be released and nature come to the night air. I am watching a woman enjoy the night air, came to my mind, but as my hand found my cock, I felt my cock wet with anticipation to join her. I knew the area, but I didn’t know the woman in front of me, and I spotted that her nipples of her breast were pointing out of her nightgown, as if pointing at the stars, and no one to help her. As she pumped and gasped, she slowed to a slow tempo and stopped to look around and see if anyone was watching. To my amazed mind she kept up the tempo of her busy hand, and she leaned back to enjoy what she was doing. As I watched, she started to gasp for air that wasn’t there, and she stopped stroking her vibe, and closed her eyes for the last big push that made her explode once more.  I wish I could have popped out and surprised her as she hit her peak of stroking, pumping and groaning that she did. I was busy with myself then, I was pulling and stroking as I watched, I knew eventually I too would be found out, and I would have to groan to a passionate climax that was coming soon. My lady friend stroked her nipples, pulling and tugging on each one, till the nightgown was showing them fully in the moon light. She cupped each breast, brought each one to her face for a small kiss, as she looked around once more. She busied herself again and looked as if she spotted me, and stopped to look my way. I was close to my own climax of my body, but I too slowed my tempo so that I could watch once more. I looked around myself, to see if anyone notice me, and I was glad I was familiar to the woods and to the area I was in. I looked over the limb of the tree and noted that she was gone! It couldn’t be that she was gone so quick, but I knew I had to take care of myself before I got back on the trail and to home that night. I closed my eyes and started to pump my cock and something warm was too close to me now, the lady who I was watching me, was stroking my cock and pulling on my cock as if my hands never left me. She knew what I wanted; she slowly stroked my penis, as it was an instrument to play. She grasped the cock head and I felt once more fingers loving me slowly to a mystery of sorts. As I could feel her hands on me, she grasped my body, put her mouth on my cock with deft precision and enjoyment. I knew I couldn’t go that way; I wanted to lay her down in the woods with the moist leaves around us and make love to her.  But without a word, she stopped, and feverishly started stroking my cock, till my load of cum shot all over the leaves on the path. I some how knew that that my dream has come true that night, and I still didn’t know how to thank her. As soon as the last load of my cum hit the leaves, she slowly stopped stroking my cock, and felt my cock relax for a memory I will never forget.

The darkness of the night forgave us for what has happened that night, and when I go by that same place on my walks, I remember her touch and how I spent that private moment with a dream. Even when I walk by that place in the coldest of winter night, I remember how warm and passionate that night was to both of us.