A foreign lady

Immediately you are taken in by her eyes. The second your gazes meet you begin to drown in them and it occurs to you it would be perfectly fine if you never resurface. They are the deepest hazel you have ever seen and as you stare into them you feel as though you could look through them to her very soul. You have no doubt she can see into yours. Her eyes show her wisdom, maturity and sensuality, but also betray a sparkle of mischief. You have no clue how long you stare into those eyes, it could have been mere seconds or it could have been years, it felt like both. Despite all your conquests it is easily the most intimate experience of your life.

Then she places her hand on your cheek and the trance is broken. As she lightly pushes your head to look back at the young couple you take a second to look over the rest of her. She has dark olive skin, raven hair and sharp features. At your best guess she is in her early 30s and thus quite a bit older than you. Her dress manages to be both loose while also clinging at her skin. Hinting at everything but showing nothing. Between her features and unique clothes it is clearly she is foreign. In fact she is unlike anyone you have ever met.

A high pitched gasp turns you quickly back to peering through the bushes. While you stared at your exotic voyeur, young Thomas had been making progress. Now shirtless he was kneeling between the young blonde's thighs, his lips tightly pressed against her lower pair as he sucked her clit it into his mouth.

The woman behind you had rested her head on your shoulder to watch while continuing to rub your clothed cock. You can feel her skin growing hot with excitement and the pulse in her neck quicken. You reach back with your hand to caress her thigh. After a few seconds you reach down and lightly pull the dress skirt up until you reach the bottom, slipping your hand under to resume stroking her thigh. Her molten skin providing a nice contrast to your cool hand.