What triggered a fantasy for you today?

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Posting a fond voyeuristic memory on another thread. It got me thinking of some good memories and fantasy took off from there.

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"Once upon a time in my wastrel youth, some girlfriends and I drove on a Saturday night to the local Lover's Lane. It overlooked the lake and spread out beneath a bluff.

We parked and took our bottle of rot-gut wine up the hill to bemoan the fact that we didn't have dates and curse out the 'slutty' girls who were getting all the action (and who we envied). A number of cars were parked below us. One was a red convertible with the the roof down. We literally had a bird's eye view as the couple began to kiss and neck.

Nestled in the dark shade of some maple trees, we sipped the wine and giggled at our naughty voyeurism. As they groped and heated up, we whispered nasty comments. Before long her blouse was unbuttoned and he was massaging her breasts as she moaned and rubbed his arms and thighs. Mesmerized and with wide eyes, we fell silent and couldn't believe the passionate tangle we were observing. Sara hissed that we should leave before we got in trouble. The other three of us almost simultaneously said 'no freakin' way".

I crept a little closer and hunkered further down. The others followed suit. Altho we thought and talked constantly about sex, we were all virgins. When we'd been here with a frisky boyfriend, we'd all resisted (like good girls do) and made them work for a tit grope. This girl had no such compunctions. She was an eager participant and directed her guy to do what was necessary to increase her pleasure.

When they shifted to the back seat, my breathing increased as much as the wrestling couple. Soon they were rapidly disrobing. His shirt was off and when her blouse was removed her plain white bra shined in the moonlight. He was laying on his back with her straddling his body. She loosened his belt and then leaned forward to kiss his neck and nibble his chest while his hands worked her breasts.

They emitted a symphony of squeals, grunts, moans and imprecations. The four of us girls exchanged glances, but there were no more suggestions of departing. Even in the dim light, this was more sex education than we got in school, from parents, from magazines and our imaginations combined. I was getting damp and excited, but tried to conceal it. If I was alone and not inhibited by the presence of my friends, my hand would have been rubbing the front of my panties. Instead, lying on my stomach, I tried to undetectably thrust my pelvis against the ground.

The scene below quickly progressed. They both wiggled and squirmed in the tight quarters as they maneuvered their clothes off. She was riding him as he lifted his hips. Everything bounced ... her ponytail, her boobs, her short skirt and his muscular body. With some more pulling of clothes, her panties came off and his underwear slid to his thighs. She flopped forward and urged him on. With hands on her hips, he lifted her and entered.

I stopped breathing. They coupled and yipped and moved at a feverish pace. I slipped my hand beneath my body and increased my animalistic humping with less concern for my friends. As I, they were enraptured by the bawdy scene and were probably dealing with their own hormones and needs.

To my riveted eyes, it seemed like slow motion, but it moved quickly. As they rutted, her skirt flapped up and down giving glimpses of her pale buttocks, clenching and driving down on his invisible shaft. I moments, she squealed that she was coming. Apparently just in time. He stiffened and lifted her body skyward as he arced his back in climax. After a frozen second, they sunk together onto the seat.

Sara broke our trance, by pulling my arm and insisting we go. I could have stayed, but didn't resist. I brushed the front of my shorts to conceal any evidence of my masturbation. While overwhelmed by the experience, my buzzing body was reeling from not achieving the relief of orgasm.

Once safely back in the car, we were all wired. We chattered over each other in describing in disbelief what we'd seen. Each were working it through our mind's how the reality had differed from, and changed our expectations. We talked feverishly on the way back to town. But, there seemed to be a silent consensus that this would be an early night. I can only assume my friends were thinking the same thing I was. I wanted to get home to my bedroom and relive the vision where I could massage my aching loins and reach satisfaction. Once there, it didn't take long. I was writhing against my pillow and imagining that I was the girl in the back seat.

That voyeuristic evening was the fount of many conversations among the four of us. I'm also sure it influenced how we behaved in our own future trysts at the same place."
 
Watching that man walking into the restaurant where I was eating dinner. I started imagining his hands exploring my body.........*sigh*
 
A girl who looked closely at me tonight as I drove by who was so young I hesitate to say more even in Lit
 
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