No Way

Emma's heart was racing. Why hadn't she tried this before? Her lips hurt from kissing, but from the corner of her eye she could still see the dog walker. The old man was paying attention to his dog, not the kissing couple.

Emma watched him like a hawk. She was barely responding to Ian, being so focused on the old man. She was just waiting for him to come back, or make eye contact. If he looked back, she could return the wink, get him moving back towards them. Get him to watch her.

Either Emma had wanted it enough to **** her will upon the old man, or the codger really was a pervert and just wanted another glimpse. Whatever the cause, the old man was slowly making his way back to the gazebo. He made a show of trying to get his dog to do it's business, but Emma could tell that he was just lingering and watching the show.

Emma had to hold in a laugh, almost **** while Ian kissed her, as she moved her hand down to Ian's erection. The old man forgot all about the dog for a second and watched as Emma squeezed and rubbed Ian through his jeans. She didn't know the sexual orientation of the man, but he was getting a good view of Ian's package. She gave several small squeezes to the rigid prick, watching the man all the time.

The old coot took his eyes from Ian's crotch, checked his dog once again, then met Emma's gaze. He licked his lips and offered a small smile.

Emma smiled back, making the kiss falter, then leaned so she was almost balanced entirely on her hip. The old man could see her whole ass now, the tight jeans letting him enjoy it's lovely shape.

Ian must have known they were being watched by Emma's actions. His eyes were still closed, but his hand crept from her ass cheek to her crack. He roughly took a handful and spread her ass open. Had she been pant-less, the spying man would have easily seen everything she had to offer.

The old man was openly staring. Emma could see that he was hard to. A sizeable bulge in the front of his pants showed Emma his appreciation. As Ian rubbed through Emma's ass and between her thighs, the old man put a hand in his pocket. If this show went on any longer, there was going to be some audience participation.