"Kind of." Cherri glanced back and grinned. She pointed to her left and stepped off the trail, pushing through brush. I hesitated, thinking of snakes, eventually followed. "What d'you mean, kind of?" I wanted more now, hormones guiding me, my mind turned off.

"They've got these like roof windows. They're not so huge, but you can see right into their bedroom and into some of the hallway beside their bedroom. You can see the foot of their bed and a bit of floor beyond the bed, and through the other window the hallway and a door into a bathroom."

"So what were you doing out here, Cherri?" The going had gotten hard over the broken ground and we both moved slowly, picking our way in the dark.

"Some fuckin' kid snoring and I couldn't sleep so I came out for a walk. I like walking in the woods at night."

"Uh-huh." Disappointed Cherri hadn't included me in her little nighttime exploration.

I'm not sure if Cherri heard anything in my voice or just chose to ignore me. "Here," she said, coming to a halt at the foot of an old oak. Another tree had come down against the trunk, pitching the oak forward so most of the branches on one side had been stripped away. One thick branch stuck out over the hillside, twenty feet above the soil at the trunk, sixty feet up by the time it petered out. The oak had half grown around one of the big shattered rocks that littered the hillside, and I recalled a nerdy kid telling me they'd been left by glacial deposition after the last ice age. I hadn't been interested at the time, surprised I even remembered the fact.

"How the hell are we gonna get up there?" The tree branch towered over us.

"Like this... simple." Cherri pointed, her figure merging into the darkness. She reached up and started climbing the side of the rock and after a moment I made out a shallow dip along its side, Cherri almost walking up on hands and knees. I watched her go, almost more excited at the flashed glimpses she offered of her panties than seeing her nak-ed earlier. She reached the top and peered down at me. "You coming?"

I found a hand hold and pulled myself up. The climb turned out to be a whole lot easier than I feared and in no time I stood on the narrow top of the rock. Cherri pulled up her skirt and straddled the oak branch.

"Come in front of me," she said, patting the bark.

"I'll fall off."

"No you won't. Think about riding a horse. Hold tight with your knees."

"I hate horses."

Cherri stared at me. "You do?"

"I live in LA," I said, "not fucking Wyoming."

"But this is America, Dan. It's your God given right to shoot things and ride a horse. I think it's in the constitution or something."

"I'm sure the bit about shooting things is, but I don't recall anything about horses."

"Must be. Here, come sit in front of me. I'll hang onto you if you look like falling."

I lifted my leg over the branch, hanging tight to anything I could reach, including Cherri, until I settled. She was right. My legs gripped the rough bark and I felt totally secure. I gave a little shimmy to make sure, and Cherri put her hands on my waist.

"Careful."

"I'm... thanks, Cherri." Her touch much too good to admit I didn't need the help.

Below us we had a view down onto the roof at the back of the Simmons' cabin. The tiles were only twenty feet away. Beyond the end of our branch they had cleared the ground behind the house. Stacks of logs were piled up against the back wall for winter and I realized for the first time they must live here all year round, and I wondered what the place would be like under two feet of snow.

Three windows were set into the pitched roof but all were dark. At ground level light spilled from a window at the back of the house. Now and again the light changed as movement cast shadows through the glass.

"What's the time?" Cherri whispered.

I angled my watch to catch the moonlight. "Eight-fifteen."

"They come upstairs real early, around half past usually, nine at the latest. Then Jeff usually gets dressed and goes out again to check the cabins around eleven."

"Usually? How often have you done this?"

I sensed Cherri shrug. "A couple."

"A couple, or more than a couple?"

I twisted round so I could see Cherri. Her slim body pressed against my back and I couldn't quite remember when she'd moved so close, or if I had without noticing.

"Define couple, Dan," she said.

I laughed. "You been out here plenty, I think. So what have you seen?" Now I'd gotten acclimatized the idea grew more and more exciting.

"I told you, I seen them in their skinnies, and Jeff once with nothing on. But a girl lives in hope of more. I think they come up early and shower. I'm hoping they might mess around a bit before Jeff goes back out. Don't you think Jeff's pretty hot? For an old man, I mean."

"He's okay, I guess."

"And Chrissy too, yeah? She's got a real nice body."

"You spying on women too?" I tried to keep my voice casual.

"Of course. Why restrict yourself to just one sex? If someone's hot, look, that's my motto."

"Uh-huh."

Cherri laughed quietly. "Come on, Dan, you already knew that didn't you? I like looking at you in the shower. You got a hot body too. I told you, you need to show yourself off more instead of covering up in all this Ranger gear."

I was aware Cherri looked at me, but this the first time I heard her admit to it.

She nudged me in my ribs as the downstairs light went out. "They're coming up. Here goes." She giggled and despite my earlier reservations I leaned forward on my elbows, almost forgetting I sat twenty-five feet above a steeply sloping mountainside.

Diffused light showed in the hallway window and then grew brighter as an upstairs lamp came on. Jeff Simmons walked past in the hall and the bedroom light splashed out, illuminating the rock and the two of us astride the branch.

"They're gonna catch us," I hissed.

"They won't look. They don't expect anyone to be here, do they? Besides, even if they do it's a whole lot darker out here."

I wasn't so sure, but too intrigued to stop. Chrissy Simmons joined her husband and they moved around the bedroom. Most of the time they were disjointed shapes and shadow, but now and again one or other would cross along the foot of the bed and for a moment come into clear view. In this way Cherri and I were treated to a slow and stuttering striptease.

Jeff Simmons was first, maybe men taking less time to disrobe. He returned to our view with pants off but shirt covering his lower region as he passed the window. Chrissy traversed our view with her shirt off, showing a white sports bra enclosing small breasts. Jeff came back pulling his shirt over his shoulders. Broad shoulders, wide back. A tangle of dark hair covered his chest, ran down in a line along a stomach ridged with muscle.

"Fucking hot or what?" Cherri whispered.

"I guess." I tried to persuade myself my growing arousal was because of staring at Jeff in a pair of skimpy briefs, but I was kidding myself because when his wife next appeared she'd stripped to bra and panties and my stomach turned over. For a woman who had to be in her late thirties she was stunning. Hell, for whatever age she might be she was stunning. I'd only ever seen girls my own age before. Chrissy had something else they lacked, an air of confidence that only came with experience. My heart started hammering when she stopped at the foot of the bed, reached behind and pulled her bra over her shoulders, one of those stretch ones without a clasp and she pulled her arms free then worked it over her head. As she did she lifted her arms, three quarters turned toward us, her small breasts lifting, pale nipples spotlighted by the bedroom light almost as if posing.

"Fuckin' A," Cherri whispered. "Take a picture, Dan."

"No!"

"Aw, go on. No-one's gonna see. Take a picture and I'll love ya forever."

"Doesn't seem right," I said.

Cherri nudged against my back and I felt her breasts, her sharp little nipples. "Pretty please?"

"I don't know." I was weakening, and luckily Chrissy moved away, walking loose and lithe from our vision. "Too late now anyway," I said, not sure whether to be relieved or not.

"She might come back. Get your camera ready."

I didn't mean to, didn't intend to invade their privacy, but I pulled the Nikon round and removed the lens cap. The expensive transpar-ency I had used at the end for Cherri was still loaded so I rewound and pushed a roll of fast black and white in. I glanced around. I'd need a wide aperture and slow shutter speed. Even then if I took any pictures they'd need a lot of work in the darkroom.

"I don't think if I take a shot it'll be any good."

"In that case what's to lose?"

I set the camera up and wound a new frame in just as Jeff Simmons came into view, tugging his briefs down. He stopped half bent over, kicked them free and straightened up and before I was aware what I was doing the camera shutter sounded.

"Yeah, go Dan."

I gulped. I now had a single shot of him. Full frontal.

"I want a copy of that one, sweetheart. He's got a nice cock, don't you think?"

"I guess."

Cherri laughed. "Yeah, keep pretending you weren't looking."

"I thought you said you hadn't seen them naked."

"Only once, and only Jeff. This is the first time I've seen Chrissy. You think they're gonna do the thing, Dan?"

Shadows flung themselves against the walls, then Chrissy returned and she'd removed her panties. She moved from our sight, came back as she pulled the bed covers down, leaning over so we both had a clear view of her ass, her small breasts dipping away from her body. I took another shot.

Jeff appeared behind her and I thought he was going to help with the covers but instead he pressed himself against her back, sliding his hands around to cup her breasts. I caught a grin on Chrissy's face as she wriggled against him.

"Oh fuck," Cherri whispered. "I think they are gonna do it."

"Uh-huh." I couldn't stop now. As Chrissy turned inside her husband's arms I took another shot. They kissed, and her hand slid down and burrowed between them going for his cock. I waited. Their kiss lasted a long time, Jeff so much taller than his wife, solid and muscular against her shorter, lighter frame. They pulled apart and Chrissy pushed his chest, guiding him back onto the bed and I thought we were going to lose them, but Jeff slumped across the bottom of the bed. His cock had grown hard during the kiss and jutted stiff against his belly, the purple head projecting above his navel.

"Of shit, that's some cock." Cherri almost groaned.

As Chrissy Simmons knelt at the end of the bed and took her husband's cock into her mouth I took two more shots. I shifted on the branch, not because I was uncomfortable but because I needed to ease the pressure on my nipples which were rigid inside my bra.

Chrissy worked her husband steadily and he crossed his arms above his head and pulsed slowly between her lips. Cherri and I watched. A minute passed. Two.

"He hasn't come yet," Cherri said. "All the boys I know would've come, like, ten seconds after having that done to them."

"Have you-" I stopped.

"Have I what?" I heard the grin in Cherri's voice.

"Have you ever done that to a boy, duh?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. He's good enough to eat, ain't he?"

"Mm," I said, noncommittal.

"You ever sucked cock, Dan?"

"No."

The way I replied, all abrupt, made Cherri laugh. "No, I guessed not."

Three minutes later Jeff's cock was slick with his wife's saliva when he sat up and pushed her away. She seemed to protest and he laughed, grabbed her and lifted her up like she weighed nothing and dropped her onto the bed. They obviously had no idea someone might be overlooking their bedroom or they wouldn't have done what they did next right at the foot of the bed.

Jeff spread his wife's thighs and kissed inside them. One hand reached up and touched her pussy, opened, displaying clearly the pink inner folds. Chrissy's pubic hair was dark brown, matching her head, neatly trimmed and fine. Jeff reached her with his mouth and hid her pussy from view. Chrissy arched her back as his tongue lapped at her and she twisted a hand through his hair. His broad back, narrow waist and tight ass were displayed directly in front of us and I took another shot as his other hand caressed his wife's breast. It was her turn now to be worked on. She tried to pull him aside. Jeff resisted and suddenly Chrissy's efforts stopped and she opened her eyes wide and seemed to be saying something. She seemed to be staring directly into the camera as I took another shot.

"I can't stand this," Cherri said.

"What?"

She moved behind me.

"I can't just sit here like this. This is so fuckin' hot, Dan. I'm gonna have to do myself again, right now, or I think I'll explode."

"Ugh..."

She giggled. "Come on, you do yourself too" Cherri twisted, pulling at her panties and they flashed tiny and pale blue in her hand. She sat back on the branch, pushing a hand down beneath herself, the back of her wrist pressing against my ass. After a moment her body seemed to relax. "Oh yeah, that's better."

Through the bedroom window Jeff Simmons lifted away from his wife and grabbed her still quivering body and rolled her over, tugging her down until she knelt at the foot of the bed. He laid himself over her and gripped his cock, guiding himself. I shot another frame as he entered her, the angle perfect to catch the moment his bulbous head opened her pussy.

Behind me Cherri made noises as her hand continued to work on herself, and my own pussy flamed.

I put the camera down and tried to loosen my pants, movement awkward.

"Need a hand?" Cherri's voice spoke against my ear, her breath running through my hair.

"What?"

"Here. Sit back and I'll unzip you."

"Cherri!" I tried to sound appalled, but when her hands came round I offered no resistance as she unclipped the button at my waist, and as she drew my zip down I even lifted up to make access easier for her.

"Yeah, that's better, isn't it?"

I nodded, leaning back against her.

"More? I love sitting naked on this tree, makes me real wet."