I show myself in front of a couple of voyeurs, Madame is a fountain that squirts

The sun was setting over the abandoned parking lot, casting an eerie orange glow across the tarmac. It was the perfect spot for a secret tryst, away from prying eyes yet with just enough risk to make it thrilling. I had been watching this location for weeks, timing my visits to coincide with those of the other voyeurs who seemed to frequently hit upon it.

As I pulled into the back corner, I spotted a car already parked. Inside, a young couple were tangled up together in the front seats, too lost in each other to notice my arrival. I watched them for a moment, enjoying the free show. The girl had her top off, her bare breasts bouncing and jiggling as the boy sucked and groped at them. Her skirt was hitched up around her waist and one of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, her foot pressed against the passenger side window.

Just then, a second car pulled in next to me, parking so that the driver’s side door was practically touching mine. I watched as a young man emerged from the driver’s seat, adjusting his pants. He glanced around furtively before ducking down and vanishing from view. I climbed out of my car for a better look.

He had crawled into the back seat and was peering through the window into the young couple’s car. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but by the way he had his hand down the front of his pants, I could easily guess. As I watched, he shifted position, the bulge in his pants momentarily visible. He licked his lips, staring intently at the girl in the next car.

I decided to join him. I crept silently up to the back of his car and peeked through the window. At first all I could see was the back of his head, but as I moved around to the other side, I caught a glimpse of his face and the lewd expressions he was making. It seemed the voyeur was enjoying the show as much as I was.

A thought struck me then – why settle for watching when you can participate? I knew I was taking a risk, but the thrill of being caught only heightened my desire. I walked around to the driver’s side door and opened it. The young man startled and looked up at me, eyes wide.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked with a smirk. He just stared at me for a moment before scrambling to make room on the cramped backseat. I climbed in after him and leaned over to get a better view. The girl appeared to have realized she had an audience, because she was putting on quite the show now – obviously posing and preening, trailing a hand between her legs and up her body, leaving glistening trails of her own arousal. The boy was panting visibly, his free hand pumping his cock faster.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I reached down and gathered my skirt up around my waist, pulling my soaked panties aside and rubbing my clit. The voyeur next to me gasped and immediately dropped his own pants, exposing his hard, weeping cock. I licked my lips at the sight, grabbing his wrist and moving his hand down to my dripping pussy so that he could finger me. He complied eagerly, plunging two thick fingers into my tight hole as I worked my clit, moaning low in my throat.

By then, the couple next to us was in full swing – he had her bent over the gearshift, her skirt flipped up and her panties around her ankles as he plunged in and out of her from behind. She was screaming so loudly that I knew it was only a matter of time before someone reported the noise. It seemed to urge the boy driven and he thrust harder, faster, his hips slamming against her backside.

I could feel my own orgasm rising and I rubbed faster, letting the voyeur pump his fingers in and out. As the couple peaked next to us, the girl falling back onto the car horn and the boy spilling his seed into her, I went over the edge as well, squirting hard. The voyeur had time to register his surprise before his own cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum splattering my hand and running down his fingers.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, as the couple next to us straightened their clothes and began to giggle quietly. Finally, they turned their heads to look at us and I could only imagine the shocked and scandalized expressions on their faces. It would make for an awesome story, at least – a little public exhibition sex to spice up their dull lives.

I climbed out of the car on shaky legs and turned to the voyeur. “Thanks for that,” I said with a wink, “Same time next week?” He just nodded dumbly, unable to speak, as I sauntered back to my own car. I knew there was the risk of consequences, but the thrill and the tingling aftershocks trickling through me enabled me to shrug it off. I was pretty sure the punishment would fit the crime.

I drove away, feeling giddy and wondering what other public indiscretions I could commit. Next time I might have to get even naughtier – perhaps a little performance in a crowded bathroom, or flashing in the mall. The possibilities were endless.