I am riding my bicycle on the bike path as I normally do several times a week to stay in shape, that is, when I don't feel like jogging. Its a late summer day mid-morning, not too crowded just a few walkers, bike riders and joggers spaced about every five minutes as I ride.
Its one of those perfect days, quiet, only with the distant sounds of the birds chattering in the gently rustling trees and the babbling stream next to the trail. Most of the people on the trail I've seen many times and make a point to say hello as I pass. Everyone uses the trail young, old, birdwatchers, families, groups of teenagers, serious runners - a very diverse group who seem to enjoy being outside.
I must admit that every once in a while I can't help but notice an attractive lady. Hey, I'm a guy, so I can't help but let a teenie fantasy run through my mind and then keep going - I'm here for the exercise. Often times I wonder if some of the ladies don't have their own little fantasies.
Everything is relatively uneventful as I pedal, trying to take in the sounds and smells of the forest as I keep my legs in motion. Up ahead I see what looks to be someone sitting on a fallen log next to a bicycle laying on its side just off the pavement. As I get closer I notice its a person I've seen a number of times on the trail and have exchanged greetings.
As I pass I say my "Good Morning" and keep moving but glancingly notice that her bicycle has a bent rim and flat tire.
About 20 yards beyond her I debate whether I should stop to help her keep on going. I decide to stop and turn around pedaling back to her position sitting on the log. When I get to her I can't help but notice she scraped her knee as well.
I tell her that I saw that her bike had a flat and asked if there was anything I could do to help her.
She hesitates a brief moment and shyly says "I think I'm OK but somehow I need to get the bike back to my car and my wrist and knee really hurt. Nothing broken but its hard for me to push the bike."
I offer to help her take her bicycle back to her car. She thanks me and keeps apologizing for the inconvenience as I pick up her bike and start to push both of them back toward the parking area - about two miles away.
We start talking and she mentions that she has seen me a number of times on the trail and feels safe letting me help her.
"No problem", I tell her.
As we walk casually discussing the quiet scenery, I see that she has a fairly substantial diamond on her left ring finger.
My glance must have been noticeable because she comments - "I'm married but my husband doesn't like to be outdoors and we find ourselves pursing different interests."
I nod trying to remain a bit indifferent to her comment. To my surprise she keeps the conversation going about her husband and marriage. More than I need to know but it sounds like a familiar story.
Finally she pauses and asks "What about you, are you married"?
I tell her I was for a long time, but I am currently divorced and add that I know what she is talking about when couples seem to drift apart.
After walking about a half mile we finally realize we don't know each other's names and almost simultaneously extend our hands in a greeting, announcing our respective names. Both look each other in the eye and laugh at the fact we omitted our formal introduction earlier in the conversation. After touching her and looking into her eyes I can sense the wheels of her mind were beginning to turn - like a thought just unexpectedly came over her.
A long pause in the conversation and she blurts out "My husband and I have drifted so far apart we don't even do it anymore."
"Do what?" I ask.
She laughs "Come on you know."
"Oh, that." I respond with a nervous snicker.
"You know I see a lot of guys on the trail and often have fantasies about what it would be like to - you know."
I confide I often have the same thoughts and wonder if sometimes they are not mutual with the ladies.
"Are you kidding!?" she says loudly.
Now I notice that her breathing has gotten a bit more pronounced as if slightly out of breath and she pauses to nervously pull her long auburn hair back from her face. She is really quite attractive, brown eyes, an interesting nose - not tiny but it complements her face. She is about 5'4" tall, in fairly good shape with a well proportioned body as accentuated by her spandex running tights. Very sexy and getting more so with each step we take together.
She tells me that she and her girl friends really get into talking about their fantasies.
"Like what" I sheepishly ask.
"Well, like meeting an attractive stranger on the bikepath and taking him into the woods for wild sex."
"And is this your fantasy too?" I ask.
"Yes, and sometime when I get back home alone all sweaty from riding my bike, I strip naked and grab my hard little rubber friend for some wild action on the living room floor just thinking about some of the guys I saw."
At this she stops, moves in front of me, after glancing up and down the bike path to see if anyone is in sight, and plants a wide open wet kiss over my lips. Her tongue pushes its way into my parted mouth as she closes her lips and emits a slow moan from deep in her heaving chest -"Mmmmmm."
She grabs my crotch with her hand and starts to massage my growing penis through my running shorts. Seizing the moment I pull her closer and grab her ass with both hands pulling her closer to me, exchanging the deepness of her kiss sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth.
I move my hands under her tee shirt to her heaving breasts - her nipples are hard as diamonds. She moves her hand from outside of my shorts over the stretch band an proceeds to push her fingers to my bare cock which is now throbbing uncontrollably as she strokes it up and down in a milking motion. Reaching lower she places my testicles in her palm, squeezing them gently and rolling them from side to side.
My hands now descend from her nipples to her waistband where I pull it out a bit to allow me to get my hand to her crotch. She moves her hips back a bit to help me get to my goal and spreads her legs slightly parting her thighs as we stand in an embrace. The fingers of my right hand touch the top of her pussy and she moans, spreading her thighs a bit more and slightly bending her knees as if to give me better access. I slip my middle finger into her warm slit and can feel the hot wetness streaming over it - as if I opened a jar of warm honey. Her pussy is soft and to my amazement clean shaven past the patch of hair above her slit. The smoothness of my fingers running over her bald snatch dripping with her own lubrication is more than I can take. I push my finger deeper - its hot. I stretch my middle finger up behind her pubic bone to find her spot, where I begin to move it forward and backward putting pressure on the inside of her love canal with each motion.
We come back to our senses, stop, look around, my ears are ringing, I am hardly aware of where we are and I sense it its the same for her. We're about 200 yards from the car. I suggest that I have a blanket in the car and we might be able to live her favorite fantasy right now, here in the woods. There's a secluded spot I know of in the woods.
With barely a sound she quietly murmurs "Yes."