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and see his discovery when he spotted something else.
    Just off to one side, in the darkest corner of the room,
there was movement. He stepped forward to get a better view, expecting to see
another lizard. In fact what he saw was much larger. And there were two of
them.
    The young couple had clearly been there for a little while,
as Ryan had caught them right in the middle of getting hot and heavy. Their
skin tone told him they were probably Italian—perhaps employees of the tourist
attraction on their lunch break. The girl, who was slim with small breasts, was
pushed up against the highest wall in the area, and her back was probably being
scratched raw by the rough brick. She didn’t seem to care, though. Her eyes
were closed and her mouth hung slack. She was in the throes of bliss.
    Her partner was ramming into her with ferocity, yet Ryan
could see that he only held her up with one hand—the other was busily stroking
her clit. He was tall and well-built, dwarfing the girl, and by the way she was
moaning and groaning, he was obviously very skilled at lovemaking too.
    Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off the scene before him. He was
a good few feet away and much higher up than they were, so he couldn’t see any
detail. But it didn’t seem to matter to his cock—it had started filling with
blood as soon as his brain had registered what was going on, and now pressed
against the inside of his boxers and jeans.
    Suddenly the combination of what he was seeing before him,
the risk factor and the sun beating down on him made him uncontrollably horny.
Instead of ignoring his erection and willing it to go away and leaving the
lovers to their illicit tryst, he carried on watching them and released his
cock from his clothes and into the fresh air. He fisted himself, then began
stroking up and down, keeping his gaze firmly on the steamy alfresco sex in
front of him. They obviously weren’t expecting to be seen, because rather than having
pulled their clothes up, down or to one side, they were butt-naked, flashing
everything they had to the sky and sun. Which meant that Ryan had an unimpeded
view of the Italian chick’s tits. They weren’t large but they were perfectly in
proportion with the rest of her, with dark brown nipples that he would happily
have wrapped his tongue around.
    He focused on the female being fucked, the sounds emanating
from her throat. The couple wasn’t being massively loud—they wouldn’t be able
to hear them back on the main path, for example—but they weren’t being quiet
either. The noises filled Ryan’s ears and he wanked his cock faster as their
passion overtook them and they bumped and ground against each other, striving
for blissful release.
    The girl was a real firecracker. She was giving as good as
she was getting, clearly very focused on pleasure and not particularly gentle
about it. She had her arms curled up under her man’s and was clinging on to his
back. It probably wasn’t necessary, but she was using her nails to grip him,
leaving a series of reddened marks on his shoulders. He’d look in the mirror
later and grin as he remembered how they got there. They would be like a badge
of honor.
    Ryan felt his climax approaching and realized he’d sped up
his ministrations considerably. Perhaps he was subconsciously trying to catch
up with the young lovers, so he could time his orgasm with theirs. Providing
they came together. It didn’t matter either way, as long as they didn’t
discover him.
    He had to guess how close they were, of course, which meant
he sped up and slowed down a few times as there were a few false alarms.
Eventually, though, their cries were so abandoned, their bodies thrashed
together so violently that there was no going back, no holding off. The girl
clawed wildly at her man’s back—he’d look as if he’d gone ten rounds with a
tiger by the time she was finished. He’d be lucky if she hadn’t drawn blood.
    Impossibly, their movements grew even more frantic.