I've seen her on "my loop" a dozen times and it's always just been a friendly nod between runners, but today was different.
We ended up at the same red light.
My name's Carol
I'm Jack
You married?
Yes, I said.
Me too.
Lonely?
Yes.
Follow me.
She ran up the hill, slower her pace so I could see each turn. She cut through the park, around the 2nd pine, and waited.
Behind the two trees we were hidden from the street and obscured from the homes up on the hill.
We stood close to each other, out of breath from the run, but panting from the anticipation. I leaned in for a kiss, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest. She took my wrist and slid it down her stomach and between her legs. Her running tights were thin and I felt the seem of her pants and the soft folds of her body.
She gasped, and started to rock her hips against my hand, holding my wrist in place, holding my fingers tight against her. I started curling my fingers every time she pulled backward, catching her soft center. She began to moan with each stroked.
Her pace quickened and I took over and rubbed her clit through the dual layers of fabric. She put her arms around my neck and locked her hands behind my head, almost lifting herself off the ground. She looked up at me and smiled, then grit her teeth and pressed against me again.
More, she moaned through her teeth. I found her clit through her Lycra shorts and felt the fabric getting wet, not from sweat, but from pleasure. I pressed the nub hard and high, stretching it out, circling, grinding against it.
She unclasped her hands and grabbed my wrist as she pulled against her waist band and guided my and down her pants but over her soaked panties.
Make me cum, she groaned.
I felt her bush, trimmed tight, through the silk and began to pull it aside.
No, she said, not inside.
I slipped my hand deeper between her thighs and crushed and circled her clit with the heal of my hand, my fingers wrapping around the gusset of her panties. making a fist but honoring her request and putting skin on skin.
Her orgasm caught me by surprise, and I looked into her eyes. She did everything she could to stay quiet, to not cry out. She closed her eyes and pressed herself against me until the climax subsided. I started to pull my hand out, but she held me in place for a few seconds longer as she rubbed her lips against my fist.
She rested her head on my chest and pulled my hand out of her pants, kissing the back of my hand gently.
She pulled her pants back into position and quickly kneeled in front of me.
She looked up at me. "Be quick."
With that she pulled my shorts down and slipped my hard cock into her mouth. Not wanting to disobey, I came almost instantly, the insanity of the last five minutes prepping me to explode on command.
She wrapped her arms around my hips and pulled my cock in deeper than expected and I felt her swallow after every shot, her warm mouth milking me for every drop. Three, Four, Five large ones and the inevitable softening. She didn't let me go until I was completely finished, and I stroked the top of her head with my hand. She swallowed again and swirled her tongue around the head of my tender shaft.
She tucked my cock to the side and pulled up my shorts and pulled my sweatshirt down to cover any possible wet spots on the way home.
She stood up and hugged me. "Thank you." she said, her voice muffled in my sweatshirt.
"Why today?" I asked, "I've seen you out here for years."
"My husband got a new job," she said, a tear in her eye, "we leave tomorrow."
I wrapped my arms around her, and she looked up at me. I kissed her lightly on the lips.
She let go of me, stepped back, and smiled. "Thank you."
She ducked under the heavy branches of the pine tree and vanished. I waited, eager to extend the moment, but knowing that it was over.
I hope she's doing OK now.
