On the first evening, as I entered the more desolate wooded area of the walk, I met a couple, probably in their early 30's walking a female German Shepherd which was apparently named Sasha. They were both very good looking, the wife a natural blond dressed in a tight-fitting training suit highlighting her curvy figure and the man had a tall, slim, muscular build. He wore loose sweat pants and even from a distance I could see was well hung by the large pendulum swinging in his pants.
On this evening I was wearing a black T-shirt that contrasted nicely with my medium long salt-and-pepper beard and reasonably tight sweat pants that didn't hide my package. As I neared the couple my package had grown somewhat. The couple nodded a hello and I nodded back. In addition, the man discreetly turned his eyes toward me and raised his left eyebrow a little bit. I squinted my eyes a little bit to signal that the message was received and appreciated. Over the next five evenings, I met them at the same spot and the ritual was repeated.
On the sixth evening, as I rounded the curve into the wooded area I could see the man and Sasha walking alone ahead of me. He turned around, noted my presence. After a while, he made a point to look my way and then he and Sasha veered off the path into the bushy wooded area. When I reached the spot, I went into the woods guessing my way to them. When I came upon them, the man had taken his shirt off, his sweat pants were down around his ankles and he was stroking his eleven inch cock. He was totally smooth, had nice firm pecs and abdomen.
