Free The Outlaws by Honey Palomino Page A

the park.  Blonde hair tangled in the man's fingers as he pulled her head back and kissed her neck.  I rolled down my window, listening as her soft moans drifted into the trees. He thrust into her wildly, his roughness met with the blonde's surprising impassioned rawness. Their movements were focused and precise, yet their chemistry was undeniable.  Their hands clutched and clawed at their clothed flesh as they kissed passionately, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he pounded into her.  Her cries filled the park as he thrust deeply into her and held her against him.  I watched, my heart pounding, as he kissed her searchingly and she fell against him.  The light fell on her face, allowing me a faint view of her sweet smile of satisfaction. It was lovely.
     
    After a moment, they parted, adjusting their clothes.  The man grabbed the woman's hand, kissed her on her forehead lovingly, and slowly led her back to his car.
     
    I followed slowly as the man drove the woman back to her car near the bar, sweetly kissing her again before he tucked her in and she drove off.  He returned to his car and drove off into the night.  Keeping a fair distance between us, I continued to follow him several miles until he turned off into the driveway of a low-slung brick ranch-style house.  I quietly pulled my car over on the side of the road and watched.
     
    The immaculate lawn framed the house handsomely, and a trail of red petunias lined the curved sidewalk leading to a large porch.  As soon as the man pulled his tall body out of the car, the porch light came on and the front door opened.
     
    I was stricken by his smile at first.  The short slim man that strolled out of the front door had a smile that could light up the sky.  His eyes sparkled as he rushed down the sidewalk to greet the tall man I had been following.  They met halfway and as I glanced at the tall man, I saw the tenderness that crossed his face.  Just as the two men came together in a passionate kiss, I recognized the look as the same look he had given to the blonde just moments before. 
     
    I watched in awe and curiosity as the two men lovingly greeted one another and turned to walk inside of the house. 
     
    That was not what I expected to happen.  And that was why I loved watching people so much.  Just when you think you have them figured out, when you think everyone has become predictable and that everything that could possibly happen has already happened – bang!  It throws you for a loop.  Someone looks normal and boring?  Oh, no.  Just when you least expect it – a big ol' curve ball coming your way! 
     
    That was the beauty of life, if you ask me.  You could be anyone, do anything, go anywhere.
     
    And the thing is, most people keep some very interesting secrets.  Which brings us back to my problem.  I wanted to know what people's secrets were.  I was a curious cat, if you will.
     
    Beyond satisfied with my decision to follow the couple, I turned my car around and headed home, mentally replaying the events of the night with the hopes of memorizing every detail of what I had witnessed.  Tonight was a good one. 
     
    I managed to write it all down before I was overtaken by pure lust.  I spent the next hour with my hand buried in my pussy frantically pushing my body over the edge again and again as images of the tall man burying his cock in the blonde flashed in my head.  I would have loved to have been the blonde.  But then I thought of the other man waiting for him at home, and the thought of him bending him over and burying his cock inside of him, his smile still firmly plastered on his face as he was drilled roughly turned me on like nothing had before.  It was hours before I finally fell asleep, blissfully dreaming of a huge bed large enough to hold the tangled limbs of all four of us. 
     
    I woke up an hour late.  I had forgotten to set my alarm, but it didn't really matter.  I own my own hair salon, which sounds