Written by ukguy

Fiction
7 Jan 2011


Every now and again, I get the urge to get fit and I take a run down the park. I have a regular route and I try and match or beat my regular time.

One day, I am running up through a quiet part of the park. It's a small valley, with a trickling stream running down beside it. There are trees on either side and some thick shrubs, which give you the feeling of being deep in the countryside. Despite the beautiful location, no-one goes there during the day.

On the bench ahead of me, I see a lady sitting and resting. She looks like she's enjoying the sunchine in the peace.

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It was a fine day. The kind of day where you just have to get out and make the most of it. It's not often you get the time to yourself these days and taking a day off just to pamper yourself and gather your thoughts in your hectic life. You decide to take a stroll down in the park, where the stream is relaxing and where no-one goes. It's a great spot there... a good place to think and listen to the stream; the birds; the wind in the leaves; meditative. there's a bench halfway through the valley. Ideal. Quiet, peaceful, alone. You put on your sneakers, so you don't have to wear socks, and something easy-fitting & comfortable. No need for bras and vests, just a comfy zip-up top and your light blue shorts: They're tight, so you don't need knickers and they're soft on the skin, ideal for walking and lounging.

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As I run along, I find myself staying to the grass. It's more comfortable to run on. As I approach the bench where the lady is sitting, I find myself running more relaxed, like I'm not too puffed-out. Like I'm fitter than I really am. I don't want to look quite so exhausted! As I glance across, I am wondering whether to say hello or smile. But I decide not to invade her own space: she has her eyes closed and her face tilted up at the sun with a gentle smile on her face. At that moment I stumble in the lumpy grass verge and fall down onto a knee. I look like an athlete on the starting blocks... one knee on the ground and my palms in the cool grass.

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You're enjoying the sun today. It's warm and tingling on your face and you unzip your top to get some warmth and sun on your neck upper chest. It feels fantastic. You dream. Floating. In your own world. The sun is beating down on your chest and you unzip your top futher down and open it wider. The sun caresses your upper breasts and feels it's way down in between them.

Your dream is broken by the sound of approaching footsteps. You keep your eyes closed. It's a runner, it's easy to tell by the cadence of the foot-falls and you know a walker wouldn't stick to the grass. No need to open your eyes, just let them pass and sink back into the silence.

But as the runner passes, the footsteps stop and you open your eyes to see who is there.

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I glance across and see the lady looking at me, puzzled, wondering what on earth I am up to. She doesn't say anything. I don't say anything. As I look, I see her top is unzipped a long way down and she isn't wearing anything underneath it. I can see the soft roundness of her breasts spilling out of her top, her nipples are close to being revealed. I get a sudden surge of blood to my groin and my cock swells. It seems like I am on the ground for minutes but it must be only a few seconds, Just long enough for my brain to tell my cock that a beatiful lady is sitting there with enough of her breasts showing to want to slip my hand inside her top and feel the warm, fullness of them.

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The guy looks up at you. He looks a bit embarrassed. It dawns on you that he's tripped or stumbled. Why else would he be kneeling down? His laces are tied and both his hands are flat in the grass. You wait for a moment before saying anything. He may be embarrassed and wants to run straight off without a word said. But he hasn't got up. There's a pause and then you notice his eyes have wandered down and he's looking at your open top. Your hand moves to zip it up but you hesitate. Yor mouth opens to say something... apologise? ask him if he's ok? Anything! But nothing comes out. It's like a limbo and a few seconds seems to take a minute. His eyes flick away and then back to your face. And then down once again, all within a second, and he gets to his feet.

As he stands, something catches your eye. And you realise straight away that it's his cock. It's bulging tightly in his shorts! And it's quite a size too! It's hard and pushed slightly to the side. The head is not far from the bottom of his shorts, which have risen from the fall. You measure it instantly in your mind. A short enough space to reach in up to your first knuckle. You feel the warmth of the sun back on your chest and you are suddenly aware that your pussy feels warm too. Really warm, like you have placed something warm over it. And you realise that in that incredibly short space of time, you have managed to get a good look at his hard cock struggling inside his shorts, and you are already getting excited.

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I'm not sure what to say now. I had decided not to say anything and now I have broken the lady's meditation, made a bit of a fool of myself and then very obviously been caught looking at her chest!!! Her hand moves, and then rests back down in her lap. I go to say something... anything... "Sorry" would do! But nothing comes out. We both do that at the same time! I blush and then stand up, forgetting about my cock, which has swelled and is very clearly bulging in my shorts. And... she's looking at it. No.. she's REALLY looking at it. She's thinking about it. Her mouth opens, like she's going to say something again, but no sound emerges. She shuffles. She must be uncomfortable. It's the kind of motion that happens when someone has seen or heard something that makes them shift positions.

At that, I turn to walk off. I think making an effort to stylishly run off is a mistake and I decide to walk calmly. I decide not to say anything or look back. I don't want her to think I'm some sort of creep.

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It feels good. An uncontrollable surge of warmth to your pussy and the swelling warmth on your bosom. Your pussy feels moist already and you shuffle gently in your seat just to clarify the feeling in your mind. The shuffle pushes the fabric of your shorts against your pussy and it feels good.

The guy turns and starts to move and you feel a strong sense of relief. But at the same time, you're disappointed. The attention feels good and to see such a strong reaction to your unzipped top makes you feel full. Empowered. Lustful.

He says nothing. You say nothing. He walks calmly. He's possibly a bit embarrassed, though you know what's going on further down in his mind and he's doing the honourable thing by leaving both of our dignities intact and saying/doing nothing.

It's totally uncontrolled. You have no idea why you do it. It's like someone is doing it to you, but your hand moves up quickly... very quickly, grabs the zipper and pulls it down. Your hot, swelling boobs unleash themselves from the container of your top and they sit proudly in front of you. Your nipples feel the warmth of the sun and the gentle brushing of the breeze and they begin to harden. But, oh my god, what if he turns around now? What would you say? What would he do? Why did you just do that!!!

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It's such a difficult thing to do. Just get up and walk away without looking back. And she was good looking too! And her zipper... it's on my mind... it's nagging me. The other thing which nags at me was the way she studied my cock. Like she really had a good look and thought hard about it, like she was looking through the fabric of my shorts. Like she wanted to reach out and slip her hand into the leg of my shorts to see how near the tip of my cock was to the bottom of them. She was measuring that distance in her mind.

Then I shake my head. Don't be such an idiot. It was just a few seconds... five, maybe ten... a tiny amount of time! How could all that happen in such a short timeframe? I bet she glanced at me walking off, shook her head and walked the other way. Or just gone back to what she was doing; enjoying the sun and the peace (before I came along, that is!!)

And to prove it to myself, I take a glance back over my shoulder.

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Fuck! He looked back! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Now what? You're frozen. Paralyzed! What the fuck did you do that for? You're showing yourself to a total stranger, in the middle of a park, with no one around! What are you thinking? But your pussy isn't thinking that. Your pussy is wet. It's hot! It's loving it! The excitement pulses through you and grabs you. Your hand moves down to your shorts and you move your hand down between your legs. It's wet, and you glimpse down. The wetness shows through the light blue of the shorts. You're in your own world, in the moment, and you squirm and let your hand rub hard against your pussy.

And SNAP! You wake up and remember. And he's just frozen there, looking over his shoulder. In disbelief. But then, in a moment, his face changes from open-mouthed disbelief, to an open-mouthed smile. He has a warm smile: friendly and his eyes are creased from its broadness. He looks from side to side and then up and down the path.

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She's just sitting there with her hands gently holding her zip-up top apart. My jaw drops and I stop dead in my tracks! Her breasts are beautiful in the sunlight. They're white but they look soft and warm. I'm just near enough to see her nipples hardening. They're a great shape! Not lifted unnaturally like in all those soulless porn clips, but resting down, the natural contours accented by gravity. The curve is gentle at the top and doesn't really curve outwards until a good way down. Then, the curve moves outwards more suddenly and turns back in, in a beautiful line, which tucks itself neatly underneath. Her nipples are red and pinched, positioned just at the outermost point of the curvature of her profile. I find myself just staring and looking at them. Enjoying their shape, contours, colour. They move gently with her breath and with her natural, involuntary body movement.

Her face is attractive. Not the most beautiful lady in the world, but not ugly either. She could be a neighbour or anyone in the street passing by and I'd never notice her. There's inner beauty, like it's dormant and wanting to escape. Ant here she is, sitting in a park, showing herself to me and I can't help but smile broadly.

I'm nervous about what to do though.

I had walked some fair few paces and my cock had started to calm down after the shock and the mild awkwardness... but now I suddenly realise that it's harder than it was before. It's almost hurting me. Again, my cock wants to escape down and out the leg of my shorts.

But it's strange. I don't get an urge to go back to her. She's enjoying herself and I see her hand move down towards her pussy in a kind of involuntary surge and she looks down and pushes her hand hard inbetween her legs. She opens her legs slightly and as she moves her hand up, I can see a darker blue colour emerging on her shorts. She's really wet!

I take a look around to see if there is anyone around. I wonder if she did that too? She has a look of spontaneity about her, as if she acted on impulse. She actually looks a bit surprised! Like she surprised herself or is surprised to see me turn and see her!!

I don't want to go back to her and invade her space again. Her actions are lustful and provocative but they're personal. It's a vibe I get. I have an instict and I want to trust it!!

There's a bench close to me. It's two paces towards where she is and on the opposite side of the path to her, so I make a point of crossing over first, before turning towards the bench.

As I walk, my cock pushes hard against my shorts and I feel them riding up. The leg on my cock side rises and the head of my cock pushes it's way out with the movement of my leg. I let it go, grab my short leg and pull it up as I get close to the bench. My cock is so hard that it springs out and waves, pointing all around, like a loose hosepipe under pressure, and then I let it settle into a natural position.

I'm still smiling as I pull my shorts up higher and slide my hand underneath my balls and push all of myself outwards. I'm almost in my own world as I slide my hand from the shaft of my cock all the way up to the top and pull my skin down to show my pulsating head. As I do so, I look back up and over towards the lady.

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You see him admiring you. His eyes are roaming and he's smiling his great smile. You see his eyes moving up and down, looking at your boobs; looking at your nipples, then his eyes move down to see your hand rubbing hard at your pussy. His eyes rest on your pussy and you can see the realisation in his eyes as he recognises the patch of wetness on your shorts. His eyes are full of lust and he's admiring you. he wants you. He wants to walk up to you and feel you against him. He wants to be rubbing your pussy and feeling your wetness against his fingers and palm. But he doesn't and there's something correct and natural about what he does next!

Instead of calling out or walking over, he turns towards a bench just a few feet away from him. You feel disappointed at first but then also some relief. You're enjoying being admired. It's that which has made you wet! It's the thrill of suddenly being seen! Not being just another face in the crowd! That's the key! If he'd walked over and grabbed you, the moment would be spoilt! All that tense lust unleashed and spent! But it's better this way!

After the inital shock and then the dawning realisation, you begin to relax and as you do so, in an instant, as the guy begins to walk, you see his cock, still hard. Maybe even a bigger bulge than before! Your mind rests on what you were thinking before... how far from the leg of his shorts is his cock? You watch as he walks and his cock moves in his shorts. It's a great sight... and you admire the shape of his shorts. His cock, trapped in there, bursting to get out! It makes a round curve downwards and ends...

... no... it doesn't end at the leg of his shorts. His cock pokes out and you see his hard cock reveal itself. Some skin, and halfway poking out is the head, the darker colour of it and the opening at the end, red and teasing you. You want to see it all. The whole of his cock and his balls and you begin to feel deeply lustful and wicked. You want it all there!! Show it! SHOW IT!

It's like he read your mind and in one movement, he grabs the fabric of his shorts and frees his cock. It springs out, like he's flung it at you! Its movement instantly makes you reach for your pussy. You push your hand down into your shorts and stroke your clit with one finger, while your other fingers make their way down to rub the rest of your pussy, drawing up the warm, sexy juice over your clit and you rub and tease.

Your other hand reaches up and strokes your breast. You stroke, running your fingers over your nipple and the ripple of it's movement makes it harder. You tease it and rub it between your fingers. You bring your went hand up and run the juice onto one nipple and then the other. The wetness feels cool on your nipples, out in the open air and exposed! You want him to see how hot you are. You want him to want you. And he does. You can see it. He draws his hand up and shows you his head and he starts to stroke and rub his cock for you. He's doing it for you! So you can see how horny you are to him. So you can see how much he wants you! It makes you want to scream! It's been such a long time since anyone made you feel like this... so desireable! So completely wanted! He could have laughed and walked off! He could have run off in embarrassment but he didn't! Because you're beautiful and because you're sexual and because he noticed you: he desires you.

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She looks straight at my face and then at my cock as I walk and sit down. She watches as I start to stroke my cock. I stroke hard and show her how hard I am and how hard and pulsating my head is. It pulses as I use the muscles in my groin to pump blood into it.

She rubs her pussy and I can see her teasing under her shorts. I want to see underneath what she's doing! I know she's wet because of her shorts. I wish her hand was mine and I imagine it. As I do so, I gently rub my cock. I point it at her as if to say, "it's yours". "I want you to know it belongs to you, just for you, right now!". I say nothing because she knows.

I have never had anyone just looking at my cock and enjoying it like this and it feels good. I feel like a million dollars! I feel sexually wanted and so alive! No fumbling around, no awkward introductions or messing about... it's pure, spontaneous, mutual desire.

I reach down and touch my arsehole, finger it and rub right down to my balls. I cup them as I stroke, so she can see my fullness and my pleasure. I can't stand it any more and I lift my self up and pull my shorts full down. As i do, my cock get momentaruilty trapped and then springs back, whiplike, making a slapping sound as it hits the inside of my thigh. I feel fully exposed and I should feel uncomfortable! but the freedom and the air on my skin and the coolness of the bench just adds to the thrill!

I pump harder and harder, my hips thrusting as I stroke. And all the while, I am watching her enjoying it so much. Enjoying not just me but herself. I love how she rubs her pussy juice over her nipples. And then how she places her fingers into her mouth and mixes the wetness of her tongue with the sweet juice from her pussy.

But will she follow my lead? I want to se all of her, if she chooses. The anticipation is wild!

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You're amazed. He just stripped down like that for you! A stranger and not a care in the world! Pure desire. You want to keep rubbing. You can't stop, it's almost too much. Your mind tells you: "Don't stop! Don't stop!" But the deeper urge emerges and you reach out of your shorts, pull your top apart as wide as you can, reach down to hook your thumbs over your shorts and slide them down in one smooth but swift movement. Your groin moves up and out as you slide downwards and as you slip your foot out of the shorts, you keep the upward movement of your foot and place the heel on the edge of the bench. Thrusting your pussy forwards on the bench and you are open wide, dripping wet from juice and saliva. The cool breeze glides across your exposed pussy as you display it and the feeling is divine! Open and free, you move both of your hands and part your lips, feeling the coolness around your pussy. You slide your fingers into your pussy and begin to move in and out, each time, reaching in and around, to tease the most sensitive spots. All the while, rubbing your clit with your wet thumb.

On and on, deeper and deeper into the feelings of desire and being wanted.

And all the while, your eyes fixed onto the guy on the bench. Looking into his eyes, his mouth and his cock, the movement of it, the stroking, the hardness and his fixed gaze, his eyes ravaging you! It's almost unbearable and you work harder and deeper into your pussy.

And then you see something.. his eyes... they widen and the movement of his hips changes. He stirs. Places his feet firmly and rises to his feet! He's going to come over to you? Really?

He steps while he strokes, still fucking you in his mind's eye! And he stops next to you. You can hear the motion and the moist sound of the pre-cum as he strokes. So close to you. He offers it to you. It's your choice now. Do you want to take it in your mouth? In your pussy? Or rub it feverishly with your moist hand?

It's unbelieveable, it's like a rush and your hand is a blur as you rub and stroke and tease your pussy. His cock is level with your face, you can feel yourself on the verge of cumming. So good!

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When it got to be too much, I couldn't stand it. But I couldn't just cum like that. I wanted to offer her more. It had to be some sort of gesture. I decided to offer it to her. I wanted to cum for her and I could feel the cum building. I walked across and offered my cock to her at a moderate distance, so it wasn't uncomfortably close for her.

She turned up to me, watching my cock closely, leant forward and spoke. The first words we'd spoken to each other,

"You do it. Do it on me".

That was it... I couldn't hold on any more... I came and came. So many pulses and with such rhythm. Some of it on her face, her chin, and some down onto her beautiful breasts.

As I came, she bit her lip and made a beautiful sound. Like a struggled yell; muffled; supressed, but just right. A special something in it that you could never fake! She came and came and she looked at me as she did so. We were cumming together.

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It was just smiling. That's it! nothing said, just smiled at each other over and over again as we dressed. We took the same time to dress and we stood across the path from each other at our benches.

"It's nice here", I said.

"Yes", she said, "The most beautiful place in town".

"That's fitting." I said, and we smiled.

I went onwards in the direction I was running and she turned to walk the other way.

I took twenty paces before I turned. So did she. We exchanged smiles, turned back and were on our way.


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