We met online. Her pictures suggested that she had exactly what I was looking for, breasts that would fill my hands, a flat belly, some muscles in her legs, a pretty smile. Now I am waiting for her in the parking lot of a park. She's a bit late, but we did change the plan last minute. But I'm eager to find out if we connect in person.
I interrupt my pacing to look into every car that pulls in. On a weekend morning like this, I stop frequently. I can't help but worry that there won't be any spaces available by the time she shows, but there isn't much I can do about it.
I am all the way at the far edge of the lot, the end closest to the bridge across the Potomac to the memorial when a white SUV pulls in and parks near the exit. I start off in that direction, hoping that this is her. A couple of steps into my journey, my phone buzzes. I have a text. She's here!
I try to find a quicker pace that won't look too eager. She's out of the vehicle before I get there. I slow to a stroll, it's a great chance to verify that she has what I'm hoping for.
Her exercise tank top is stretched over her chest, slight rippling of the fabric between her breasts emphasising the strain it's under. The light color elastic material shrinks down to emphasis how narrow her waist is against the backdrop of trees behind her. Closer, I can see that her yoga pants have a similar burden, stretched luxuriantly over the curves of her calves, sweeping up over her thighs, then taking a deliciously round route up over her ass to disappear under the tank.
Finally getting to within a handful of strides, I see that she's smiling at me. She's appreciating my appreciation for the work that goes into her body. Her smile is big, welcoming, and it lights up her face. She's beautiful, with the kind of character that shows real life and energy. Her smile lines are distinct but not deep. Her cheeks and forehead are smooth. I know that she is older than me, but no one would be surprised to see us together.
"Hi there", we begin the traditional dance of awkward conversation as we try to establish the in-person rapport that we had via messaging. The hug of greeting is as good as her toned arms and prominent breasts promise. It isn't rushed, but doesn't linger. Good sign.
I venture, "I thought that perhaps we could follow the trail back up along the river." I've wanted to run the length of this trail for a long time, and this date would give me a chance to explore this end.
"That sounds like fun." Her voice has a throatiness to it that I find compelling. No squeaky mouse noises here. It makes watching her full lips form words even more enjoyable.
We talk about simple stuff as we head out from the lot. She's into astrology, and I know little about it, so I listen and try to learn a bit about this fascinating woman.
We start out somewhat shy. Our messaging established our attraction, but in person things have a different, more vulnerable feel. She knows that I want to have my way with her. I want to see how far I can push her, I want to see how brightly her sexuality will burn for me.
Eventually, I use a narrowing of the path as an excuse to put my arm around her waist. Her body is firm. We are talking about posture, how she dances and does yoga. I tell her that she looks fantastic and that she feels even better.
It's not long before my arm is around her shoulders. I'm tall enough that it isn't awkward if she keeps close, which she seems to be enjoying. I use the natural rhythm of walking to allow my hand to swing closer and closer to her breast. I'm not able to focus on the path, but I know that if I can't walk steadily, she will move away. Years of trail running seem to have paid off because my feet seem to be finding smooth dirt all on their own.
I feel like a kid again. My normal sexual aggression is tempered by my growing respect for this woman. Our conversation has shifted to work, and hearing about her medical practice and how she has handled keeping her life on track post divorce really brings home how lucky I am to spend time with her.
Then my fingers brush her breast. That throws a switch for me, and now I need to take this in a more sexual direction.
"Excuse me, but would you mind if I did that again?"
"Huh? Do what again?"
"Well you see, my hand just brushed your amazing breast, and while it was an accident, I'd really like to try it again."
Stopping cold, she looks at me. "My, you're a bold one."
"Well, I told you earlier in the week that I wanted to make you squirt in the woods, so a bit of boldness probably isn't completely unattractive."
With a rich, throaty laugh, she steps forward and we're walking again. Holding my wrist, she drapes my arm over her shoulders again. "Now, where were we?" The smile twisting her lips is a pretty clear go ahead.
Her breast fills my hand, and I have big hands. As I squeeze its firmness, her lower lip seems to nestle between her teeth.
Now it's my turn to stop. She's turned to me and her lips are forming words as I step forward. With a hand on her hip and the other moving up her back I lean in to kiss her. Her lips are soft under mine. They part rapidly and our tongues touch. Her mouth is warm and comfortably wet.
My hand continues up her back to her neck. Her smooth, warm skin greets me as I hold the back of her neck, a thumb up behind her ear. I thrill to be so close, and to have my way with her.
Footsteps announce an interruption, we break away to continue our walk. Now though my hands wander. Reaching an arm around her back to cup both breasts from the outside, pushing them up and in. Caressing down her back to grab and squeeze her ass, sometimes holding a cheek tightly while I pull this way and that. Running my fingers up her spine to her neck where her pulse hammers my finger tips through her silky smooth skin.
My body has responded to this flaming minx. My erection is uncomfortable in my pants. Occasionally I pause my hands roving of her curves to make small adjustments to my cock. Eventually, it's too much and I have to ease the pressure. I reach down the front of my pants, and work the head free, allowing it to rise up over my belt towards my belly button.
Her body is looser now, more relaxed. I can feel her surrender. My fingertips are sliding up her scalp to the back of her skull, her thick hair smoothly flowing along the sides of my fingers and across the back of my hand. I curl my fingers into a fist, trapping most of her hair. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open as I pull her to me. I don't bend much to kiss her, but pull her into me and up onto her toes. I can feel my erection pressed against her belly.
Pulling back, I Iook around. We're alone and I can't hear anyone near us. "Now for part of my prize." With an arm around her back, I stand close by her side. Running the other hand up her belly, over the swell of her breasts, I sweep it across her exposed skin to her shoulder, where I hook the strap with a finger. I'm staring her right in the eye I as start to pull it down her arm. Her eyes dart around, but I've lifted her breast out already.
"Lovely." I swoop my head down, and caress my lips from the skin over her heart towards her nipple, where I circle her areola twice before closing my lips gently around the point of her breast. She's holding her breath, but I can't take my time here.
With a gentle goodbye nibble, I stand straight again. With a brief pause to admire her full breast in the light of day, I tuck it back inside the material of her top and slowly raise the shoulder strap into position.
