Nights at the Gas Station Ch. 01

A few steps and I stopped. Why had I stopped, I asked myself? A voice in my head, sounding like my own and foreign at the same time said,

"Take a little peek. Watch them do it."

"No, I can't. She is my friend."

"Just a little peek. Won't hurt anyone."

"It'll feel weird."

"Maybe, but good weird, like Vinit said."

I argued with the voice for a while more. It won. I took a few steps gingerly, and came to a stop at the place where I had heard the yelps. I tried looking through the shrubs, but they were too thick and it was too dark. I moved a little to the side, and there was a small gap in the shrubs. I stepped forward into it. It was still dark, but here, the leaves were thinner. I moved carefully trying not to make it obvious that I was there. I moved the leaves gently and stepped ahead a little more. Then a little more. And a little more. Until I was ensconced between three shrubs. I was hidden well. At the same time, I could see clearly, 30 feet away from me, the sight I had been meaning to spy on. Troy and Jill. Fucking outdoors.

The view was not quite what I had expected to see, although I don't what I was expecting. But what I saw next to a tree was the burly gorilla Troy naked on his knees, with his back towards me. On either side of his thighs, I could see even in that dim starlight, the contrast of skin colors as I saw Jill's feet and shins, pointing upwards. And his hands grabbing on to her ankles. Obviously, I realized, Troy was so tall, he had to lift her up in this position to align. The bucking of his hips was at a rapid pace, matching the soft yelps from Jill, whose rest of the body was hidden behind him. I watched with rapt attention, feeling turned on, as Troy continued to fuck her.

Then I saw him turning sideways, still holding her ankles. Jill's naked body came into view sideways. She grabbed on to the tree for support. And then Troy started fucking her again. I was spellbound with the force and ferocity with which he was pounding her. Vinit is a very gentle lover, and even when he does like it rough and fast occasionally, the tempo is not even close to what Troy was displaying here. Jill's body was convulsing and writhing. Troy's big belly also shook and jiggled, resting on top of Jill's back like a bag of flour on a shelf. The guy was incredibly fat, not at all good looking, and had the charm of a doorknob. And yet, it seemed like Jill was having the best sex of her life with him.

And then I watched in amazement as it started. Jill reached over for Troy's t-shirt bunched up on the ground next to her, and put it in her mouth. She then started convulsing and shaking even more, arching her back and bending forward alternately, as the yelps from her mouth turned into screams, although muffled by the t-shirt.

This was something even more novel for me, because I was convinced that the vaginal orgasm was a myth. I had never had one. I had read about it many times, but had never experienced one. Vinit however, had always been very gung ho about getting me to orgasm. In the first few months of the marriage, he seemed obsessed with it. So after he kept asking me after every time we had sex "did you orgasm?" or during sex "are you close to an orgasm", after a while of truthfully saying "No", I started saying yes. And started faking it, based on what I had read in magazines and books, and seen in When Harry Met Sally. I would moan loudly, shake, start breathing hard, pound my fists on the bed, etc. the whole production. Vinit seemed to buy it. I used it sparingly of course, so he did not suspect.

The downside of faking it was, whenever I did, Vinit did not go down on me. So I had to do without that other actual orgasm. Of course, I occasionally faked that one too. Even after all these years, Vinit did not seem to have an exact lock on the spot that he had to stimulate. His tongue would move all over the place and it hit the spot only once in a while. Some times he would manage to get me off. But most of the times, I faked even that and finished myself off in the bathroom.

But Jill was very clearly not faking, unless her acting abilities exceeded Meg Ryan's by a mile. She really did seem to be having an orgasm, and an insanely violent one. Throughout her orgasm, Troy kept fucking her hard, and slowed down only half a minute or so later, when Jill's orgasm seemed to have receded. Troy withdrew and got up on his feet. I thought maybe they would get dressed and come back. But Jill turned around, got on her knees and brought her mouth close to Troy's crotch.

And I saw it. All of it. Well, as much as the darkness would let me see. Even in the darkness, I could make out how enormous Troy was down there. It seemed to have a thick bulbous head. And the length seemed at least one and a half times Vinit's if not more. But what really amazed me was how thick it was. Thicker than Jill's wrist. How had she managed to accommodate it, I could not imagine. It had taken be at least a year to not feel the pain of Vinit's dick spearing me. And this one was just obscenely thick. Then Jill opened her little mouth and put her lips on it. And I saw how it made her lips stretch and realized it was even thicker than I had first thought. And I could not help but let out a small yelp myself, of exclamation, in shock at what I was seeing.

Jill didn't seem to have noticed, but Troy's face immediately turned in my direction. I froze, not wanting to make a move, and hoping that the darkness and the shrubs would hide me. Troy continued looking searching, moving his neck, trying to figure out where the sound had come from. And I stayed there motionless, trying not to even breath too hard. After a minute of surveying, during which Jill kept sucking his cock, he seemed to have given up trying to figure out where the noise came from. And straightened his neck again.

I really did not want to get caught spying on my coworkers having sex. After Troy stopped looking in my direction, I stayed still for a couple of more minutes, watching the blowjob in progress. Then I slowly started backing out of the shrubs, trying my best to be quiet and not move the shrubs too much. Moving cautiously I backed out and found myself back on the side of the road. I had been freaked out at the idea of them catching me peeping. So I rushed back to the gas station and entered the store. Got back to my book and tried hard to concentrate on it.