The car, a battered old wreck, came rumbling up and parked close to where Jack was concealed. He peered out, and grinned again, thinking that he had struck it lucky. There were three people in the front seat of the car, a blonde female head framed between two male heads. Jack figured that if a girl came to a lovers' lane with two escorts, she must be a delightful tramp and he was going to enjoy an interesting look. Since there were two guys, he probably wouldn't get a chance to expose himself to the girl because, while one lover was occupied, the second would be waiting his turn and available to give chase. But the thought of watching a threesome was thrilling enough to make up for the lost opportunity to flash his own cock.

The car engine stopped. The radio was playing softly and, in the moonlight, Jack had a pretty good view, although he hoped they would get out of the car to attend to business and give him an even better view.

The girl giggled. Her blonde head turned to the driver and the moist sounds of a juicy French kiss came clearly to Jack's keen ears. Then her head turned and she kissed the other guy with equal enthusiasm, and Jack felt his cock pulse as he knew he had been right about the girl being a tramp. Jack liked to watch tramps perform. In fact, he liked tramps, in general. Hell, he'd even married one!

The blonde girl giggled again, but the sound was more strained now. She continued to turn her head, kissing one guy, then the other. They were all squirming around and the sound of heavy breathing drifted from the car. He heard her moan and figured that one of the guys, or both of them, had started to feel her up a Damn! If they didn't get out of the car soon, he was going to have to sneak up and get a look in through the window. He was getting more of an earful than an eyeful, in his present position.