There have recently been sightings of both eagles and osprey near one of our county parks. I’m an avid bird-watcher, so when I heard, I knew I had to try to photograph them. Reports were that early in the morning and at dusk were the best times so I set my alarm, got up and dressed, and headed out early. It was August, so early meant about five thirty AM. My wife was still asleep; I left her a note, grabbed my camera bag, and off I went. 

She had turned me down again last night. We’ve been married for thirty years, and had great sex for twenty-nine of them, and now, nothing. Menopause caused her to dry out, and she says it hurts, even when we use huge amounts of KY jelly. She never was one for oral, and she’d never let me try anal, so no sex means NO sex of any kind. Damn. Usually, that meant a porn magazine and a quick jerk. Horny as I was, I knew that today it would have to wait if I was going to get the pictures of birds that I wanted.

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I parked at a turnaround at the far end of the park. There was a stream on one side and a pond on the other. I was nearly alone in the park. There was one car near the entrance and one at a pull-off about half-way around the pond. There was no sign of occupants; likely either fishermen or bird-watchers. I thought for a minute. If I were an eagle, where would I be? The pond, I thought, so I decided to head that way.

I grabbed my camera and a telephoto lens, locked the rest of the gear in the trunk, and pulled on a camo-patterned fleece. I crept along a short trail down to the shore of the pond, found a large flattish rock to sit on, and waited. Usually, you could hear the birds cry long before you could see them. After five minutes or so, I heard a splash off to my left.

I got up and walked the last few feet to the shore and looked in that direction. I couldn’t see anything to explain the sound, but the water showed some ripples maybe a hundred feet down the shore. I crept along the edge of the water in that direction.

As I moved around a large shrub that overhung the water, I could see her. She was roughly my age; fifty-something, I thought. Her hair was mostly grey. She must have been spectacularly beautiful once because even at her age, she was still great looking. Of course, she was naked. She had waded out about knee deep into the pond and was looking back at the shore. She had smallish breasts, A’s or B’s with tiny pink nipples. She had a tiny bit of a belly, but she was still hot, though. She was talking to someone on the shore.

“Come on, the water is perfectly warm, and the bottom is mostly sand. Just put your sandals back on, Marion; it’ll be fine”

I could hear that there was a response, but I couldn’t tell what was said. Then, a taller, thinner woman stepped into view. I shrank back into the big bush. 

The second woman was a bit younger, slightly thinner, and had larger breasts with large, erect nipples. Her hair was darker and streaked with grey. As she waded into the pond, she spoke, “I know, I’m a bit of a frady-cat. What if someone sees us?”

The first woman spoke again, “So what if they do? Who would be interested in two old women wading in a pond? The closest place they could even see us from is all the way across the pond. They’d need binoculars to even know we didn’t have swimsuits on.”

“I know, I know. But you know me. Besides, what if they DO have binoculars?” 

“Then they’ll see that neither of us is a natural blonde. That’s not news; neither of us has ever tried going blonde. Besides, anyone old enough to be interested in continuing to look would have already had a heart attack by now.” She reached for her friend’s hand and pulled her out into the water until they were both thigh deep. Then she put her hands on her hips and pulled her close.

The taller one spoke, “Are you sure we ought to be doing this here? I know you said we should put a little adventure in our lives, but, well, I don’t think this is what I had in mind for adventure.”

“Marion, you think an opening bid with a bridge hand is an adventure. We are going to have a real adventure, here and now, one that you won’t be able to tell your grandchildren about, at least until they’re much older.” She bent forward and kissed Marion’s nipple.

Marion put her hands on her friends head, as she gasped. “Oh, my! What are you doing? Oooh! Barbara! Oh, that’s nice!”

Barbara lifted her head. “Just wait, girl. I’ve got more stimulating ideas. When was the last time you had an orgasm, dear?”

I could feel a stirring in my pants. I lifted the camera slowly and aimed at the two ladies. I was so glad I had brought the digital camera and not one of my old film cameras. The shutter was nearly silent on this one as I snapped pictures of the two women.

They hugged. They kissed. “Oh, Barbara!” Marion gasped, as Barbara slid her hand between them. “Oh, dear!”

Barbara’s hand was between them, to the far side. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I was pretty sure I knew. It had to involve touching Marion’s clitoris.

Marion slid her hand between Barbara’s thighs and began to do the same. “Oh, yes, Marion. That’s it. Keep doing that.”

I kept taking pictures. I could feel that my cock was completely erect, pushing out the front of my pants. 

The ladies kept kissing and rubbing. Their breath became ragged. They gasped and moaned a bit, as they wiggled their hips against the probing fingers. Marion began to orgasm. I could hear her gasping, and I could see the muscle spasms in her thighs. “Oh, my! Oh, god! Ohhhhh! GOD!” She fell backward into the pond, pulling Barbara down on top of her. They both disappeared under the surface of the water.

Barbara came up laughing, stood and pushed her wet hair off of her face. She then took Marion’s hand and helped her stand. Marion was gasping, partly from her dunking, and partly from her orgasm. She started to laugh too. “Oh, my god, Barbara! You don’t know how long it’s been. I never thought I’d feel that again. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, Marion. Finish me. I need to have an orgasm, too.”

Marion put one arm around Barbara, bent her head to kiss her, and reached her other hand between their waists. Barbara began to wiggle and squirm almost immediately. When they broke their kiss she gasped, “Oh, god, Marion. Don’t stop! Keep doing that; yes, that. Don’t stop.”

My erection was hurting it was so stiff in my pants. When I reached down to adjust things. I almost came as my hand touched the front of my pants. I gulped, shifted things around as best I could, and continued to snap pictures.

Barbara was moaning quietly into Marion’s shoulder. She had raised her right leg slightly giving Marion better access to her. Again I couldn’t see the details of what her fingers were doing, but Barbara seemed to like every little thing they did.

It took no more than three or four minutes until Barbara began to gasp and thrust herself against Marion’s thigh. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning as she reached her orgasm. The two of them stood stock still for just a moment, and then Barbara threw her arms back and fell backward into the water.

She came up almost immediately, stood, pushed her hair back, and said to Marion, “My dear, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in years. Since Bob died, I’ve had to handle things myself, and it’s never quite enough when I do. That was wonderful.”

The ladies hugged and then with arms around each other’s waists, they waded out of the water and out of sight.

I lowered my camera from my face, pulled open the front of my pants, grabbed my cock and almost immediately began to shoot gobs of cum into the water in front of me. My orgasm seemed to go on forever. When I was finally done, I stuffed my cock back into my pants and worked my way back to the path up to my car. 

Just then, an eagle floated overhead on fully spread wings. I watched it fly over and away. I completely forgot my camera.