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Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by explicit
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Disclaimer stolen from Gpkn. : )    Thank you for the use of your words <G>

Most of the storied I write are written for my wife.. Therefore you will see
lots of my stories that are the " Me and You" type... For the most part they
explore our fantasies. In some stories I merely attempt a different style. Be
forwarned. My spelling and grammer are horrific so read at your own risk..... I
do enjoy input both good and bad, after all I can only get better <G>  Thanks
for your time and I hope you enjoy...
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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 resistence 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, cuming 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 quicky 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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