Looking up at the clock, damn 2:00 a.m. and here I am wide awake. To make it
worse I am home on a Saturday night. I continue to pace like a caged tiger
hoping
that eventually I will be tired enough to sleep. But as I pace I think back, my
mind drifting to three weeks ago today.
I thought it was going to be another usual night out for us. When I answered the
door to let you in, I saw that tonight was going not going to be what I had
thought. You came in with that haunted look in your eyes and I knew something
was wrong. You started by saying, " I've met someone else . . . " everything
else I have dismissed from my memory. I didn't need your pathetic excuses or
apologies. Honestly, you were just taking up time for me was all. Someone to
fill the void for a while.
Then why the hell am I still up? Because I am not used to going to bed until
4:00 a.m. now and then only after being exhausted from a night of dancing and
sex. Well, I might as well do something productive. I quickly throw on a pair of
sweats, lace up my running shoes and grab my keys. I drive over to a park that
has a nicely lit jogging track. As I get out of the car I make sure my mace is
ready in my hand and begin a quick warm up. Then I start running, letting the
rhythm of my heart and footfalls, lull me into that runners calm. Allowing the
simple rhythms to lull my mind where nothing else could.
Two and a half laps later, my body now covered in a light sheen of sweat despite
the cool night I feel the calm I was looking for come over me. Then I glance
across the street and see him. Walking a small mutt he glances at me, does the
customary once over with his eyes, a brief smile, and he continues walking. He
is about six foot four, just over 200 pounds, dark hair and clean shaven.
This of course is the last thing I notice as I step right into a hole in the
path, sending my sorry ass sprawling into the gravel. The exclamations that I
let loose are long and loud. Then I hear the crunch of feet on gravel and I see
a
pair of brown loafers appears in my field of vision. As stupid as it may be, my
first thought was. " At least he isn't wearing white socks."
Stopping a few feet short of me he kneels down and looking into my still lowered
face and asks, " Are your okay miss? ." Well at this point I have to admire his
courtesy, then I remember that the mace is still in my hand and he is most
likely
being cautious. " Yes I'm fine, just tripped." Getting up to my knees and
brushing my hand off, I take a closer look at him and I must say I am pleased. I
strong chin, sparkling blue eyes contrast handsomely with his dark hair and
light
complexion, and a sincere look of concern on his face all win me over.
As I stand, I test my ankle and find that it will hold although it is sore. Then
a thought pops into my head that I just may be missing on a golden opportunity
and I lurch forward as if my ankle gave out. Sir Galahad takes his cue admirably
in stepping forward and catching me. " Looks like you twisted your ankle. Here
let me help you to a bench." Now I am surprised as he sweeps me up into his arms
seemingly without any effort. " Down girl " he says, and I look down to see the
dog jumping up as if to join me in her masters arms. Leaning my head on his
broad
chest with my arms wrapped around his neck I have an excellent perch to feel the
muscles that abound on this hulking Adonis. By now I can't tell if the pounding
in my heart is due to my run or being so close to this stranger.
The bench that he leads me to is some ways away from the path and thus less well
lit. In fact the trees are only about 50 feet away and obscured in their own
shadows. After seating me on the bench he quickly ties his dog to the other side
of the bench and returns to me. Without so much as asking he bends down and
unlaces my running shoe and slowly unrolls my sock from my foot. At this point
even I can see that it will be a while before I go dancing again, really it
looks
much worse that it feels but then again I have no intention of letting HIM know
that yet. Gently probing with his fingers, I let out the obligatory gasps as he
feels my tender ankle while I am thinking of better places for his strong hands
to be. Without laying my foot down he looks up and me " It doesn't look like it
is too bad. A few days off your feet and you should be okay." I quickly dismiss
the pleasant thoughts of a few days on my back with him around and decide that
it
is now or never.
Leaning down, I say " Thank you for coming over to help me," then completing my
action I meet his lips with my own as I lock my hands behind his neck. A moment
of shocked stillness followed by a brief struggle. Having made up my mind I
don't
intend to let him go anytime soon though and I grip his head even tighter. After
a second or two he seems to agree with me as his mouth parts to allow my tongue
into his mouth.
Dancing my tongue around his, I gently disengage my foot from his hands and pull
him up until he is kneeling before me on the bench. Now that I know I have him,
I
allow my hands to roam across his body, feeling the muscles in his chest and
back. I can feel his heart pounding seemingly in a cadence with my own. His
hands
shyly begin their own exploration, running across my arms, shoulders, ever so
lightly across my breasts.
Pulling back for a moment I grab his hands and guide them under my shirt to cup
my breasts. His eyes fill with wonder and before he can speak again I once again
lower my mouth to his. Using a free hand I unsnap the top button of his pants
and
dive my hand in immediately grasping his cock since he is without underwear. I
feel it twitch in my hands as it finishes swelling and I moan in anticipation.
By now he is nicely worked up. He pulls the tops of my bra cups down spilling my
tits into his eager hands and begins to work my nipples in slow circles.
Pulling one hand out from under my shirt, he places it against my pussy. Running
his fingers up and down against my mound, he quickly finds where my clit lays
hidden. This has now become too much for me and I break off our kiss, lean back
and spread my legs further, without ever releasing his cock from my hand.
Becoming a bit bolder he pulls the front of my sweats open and down and places
his hand directly on my now wet pussy. Finding no resistance there he slowly
slides his index finger in and begins to run circles on my clit with his thumb.
I become too preoccupied to continue stroking him and my hand falls away as I
lean back on the bench to give him better access. Methodically he begins to
increase the pace on me, all the while watching me intently with his blue eyes
piercing my soul. By now he has two fingers in side of me and I am starting to
writhe as he works me over. The feel of his fingers sliding in and out of me,
his
thumb dancing on my clit and those eyes soon becomes too much. I can feel the
quiet thrumming beginning somewhere in my pelvic area heralding my climax. All
too soon my legs begin to tremble and I can't seem to get my breath. Grabbing
his
arm, I pull his hand in deeper as a wave of power floods through me. My hips
leave the bench, my eyes locked with his, watching the wonder there spread to
his
face as I slowly come down, riding the crest of my orgasm.
Quietly composing myself, I try to think about what I want to do with my
newfound
toy. Taking him to my place is out and I have no idea what awaits at his.
Looking
around I see the shadowed trees. Before I can change my mind I stand up and lead
him there. He looks back once to see his dog, my shoe and sock all still at the
bench then responding to my urgent tugging follows me into the trees. Once
there, I kick off my other shoe, slide my sweats off and pull him into a fierce
embrace locking our lips together once again. He backs me up until my back is
against a large oak. I sense that somehow control of the situation has shifted
to him and I yield willingly.
With me pinned between an unyielding tree and my nameless lover I surrender to
whatever may happen next. Fumbling with his zipper he quickly drops his own
jeans. As he steps forward his straining cock slides in under my shirt to be
pressed flat against my stomach. Pinned as I am all I can do is to grind his
cock
between us, trying to let him know how much I want it.
Unable to stand it anymore himself, he lifts my right leg up and as he bends his
knees a bit, I quickly guide him into my waiting pussy. A gasp escapes me as the
head slowly parts my waiting lips. Without warning he straightens up and I am
suddenly filled with by his cock, my pussy clenching around his cock, surprised
at the sudden way it has been stretched out. Without thought, my left leg shoots
up and around his waist. As I lock my legs around him, I moan as I can feel
every
inch of him sliding in and out of me.
I can feel the bark of the tree scratching me through my shirt each time he
pumps
into me, almost as if he is trying to push me into the tree. His hands grip my
ass as we once again become lost in each others eyes. He pumps slowly, enjoying
the feeling of feeling each inch slide in and out of me. As for myself, I
shudder
in anticipation each time his cock rests at the opening of my pussy, waiting for
him to slide it all the way back into me. All too soon, but oddly not soon
enough, his pace begins to increase. The slow torture was heavenly but I can't
wait for this man to begin to fuck me in earnest.
Each thrust of his sends me pounding into the oak behind me and my heavy
breathing turns to moans. The urgency in my voice seems to spur my lover on. As
he pulls back he lifts my ass up higher and as he drives back in he drops me
right down onto him. My moans become louder and begin to compete with the sound
of our bodies slapping together. Before I realize it, I am being swept away
again, cumming with an urgency that I have not felt often lately. Overriding his
control, I slam down on his cock and grind down feeling his dick swirling around
in me. In the throws of my passion I attempt to arch my back. With his feet
firmly planted in place, his jeans around his ankles and how tightly he was
holding me, all I manage to accomplish is to tip him back and then we are
falling.
Considering everything I think he does an admirable job of breaking our fall,
with some help from my legs which I quickie unwrapped from his waist. In our new
position I am lying on top of him our faces inches apart and a giggle escapes
me.
Looking sheepish he joins me with a rueful chuckle of his own. In amazement I
notice that my strangers' cock has not escaped.
Slowly I slide back down him. Similar yet different feelings course through me.
Resting my hands on his taught stomach, I begin to glide up and down his cock.
Apparently not one to rest passively he once again reaches up to take a breast
in
each hand and begins to squeeze. Finding myself feeling stuffy I pull off my
shirt and remove the bra. I rest my bare ass on his hips and begin a slow grind,
all the while his hands squeeze my tits ending up with my nipples caught between
his thumb and forefinger. Arches of electricity shoot from my nipples down to my
pussy, causing it to spasm, then returning to where his hands continue their
magic work.
Sensing that he is near his end, I place my hands on his shoulders. With my hair
now framing both our faces, I begin to slam my pussy down, impaling my self on
his cock. With each upward move I clench the muscles in my pussy, milking him as
I rise to the tip of his dick. Soon he is bucking beneath me and I whip my head
aside so I can better see his face when he cums. The very thought is enough to
set me on the verge of yet another orgasm and I let a small scream of
anticipation out.
Apparently this is too much for nameless beneath me. With one last thrust
upwards, his ass leaves the soft grass beneath us and he sprays his cum adding
his juices to my own. The awaited moment is more than even I was prepared for.
As
I feel his hot cum inside me I do let out a scream as my body is racked with
waves of pleasure. Weakly I fall atop him trying to catch my breath. Still
churning my hips, I can feel him twitch inside of me.
Turning my head I once again look deep into those blue eyes. A girl could get
used to having him around I quietly think to myself. With this thought, I roll
off him and quickly don my clothing. Bending over him one last look into those
deep blue eyes, a soulful kiss, a murmured exchange of thank you's and I walk
back to the bench. Quickly I lace up my other shoe and scratch the mutt behind
the ear.
Before my nameless lover can catch up with me, I resume my run, sprinting away
lightly. Once I reach my car my ankle begins to twinge again. As I get back into
my car I notice the clock. Four a.m. on the dot. I laugh to myself and drive
home. Maybe I will meet nameless again some other night.
"Maybe.", and I smile to myself.
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