Stephen was idly walking through a deserted park near dusk one summer evening when a wonderful sight met his eyes. On a small bench in a copse of trees a young woman was obviously pleasuring herself. He was still hidden from her direct view by a bend in the path, and he loved the idea of being able to continue watching this private show; almost as if she was providing it personally for him. He spotted a now forgotten romance novel dropped carelessly on the ground by the bench. This was probably what must have inspired her needs and desires. Her legs were frantically sawing back and forth, and both her hands were under the waistband of her skirt. He kept catching occasional quick flashes of her fingers buried in her pussy when her legs parted. God, he loved a woman who so felt the urge to always be ready that they never wore underwear. The woman’s head was thrown back against the top of the bench, mouth parted and gasping with excitement. Her long hair cascaded over and down the back of the bench, waving and swaying as her body moved in rhythm to her rocking. Her eyes were closed as she imagined her ecstasy. Stephen wished it was his cock filling her, instead of her fingers. He absentmindedly drew his rod out, and he began to stroke it to ease the turgidity that her playing had given him. He didn’t want to come until she did, but watching her was so enjoyable he wasn’t sure how much longer he could actually last. Her hips were now rising up off the bench, and her back was arching as she met each of her now deepening thrusts. Her legs had fallen apart and wide open to the world. He could see that she’d shoved all of her fingers deep within herself, while her thumbs were pressed tightly against her clit, rubbing it furiously and frantically. She was moaning in earnest as the orgasm neared, driving at herself vigorously with her fingers as she tried to reach that perfect moment. With a sudden scream she came, then snapped open her eyes and looked guiltily around. Fortunately the light had darkened, and the moon wasn’t up yet, so he was hidden in the shadows. She, on the other hand, was positioned perfectly in a circle of light from the walkway lamps. She collapsed limply back onto the bench, before reaching down to retrieve the book. Stephen glanced down to see his hand covered in cum, as well as all of the neighbouring bushes. He had been so wrapped up in the vision he hadn’t even noticed his own release. He furtively cleaned himself up and started to walk again, headed back the way he’d come. He didn’t want to disturb that splendid woman, so that maybe he’d get to watch her in ecstatic pleasure again. He knew he’d be taking regular strolls through this park in the future.