I was so excited when I moved into my new apartment. I hadn't lived near the water since I was a kid. From my bedroom window, I could literally see the water. It was a small inlet that led the local fishing boats out to the ocean. The scent of high and low tide brought memories of the beach that had been a stone's throw from my house as a kid.
My excitement was so great that I almost didn't sleep at all my first night. By four or five a.m., I was wide awake. I hadn't even had my cup of morning joe. There wasn't a need. Instead of coffee, I stepped out into the brisk fall air. It was a shock to the system, but I jogged lightly to warm up and followed the jogging path around the inlet. The area's lights were not on, and the sun was just beginning to peak on the horizon. I stopped to admire it coming up. There has always been something magical about the sun coming up for me. It makes me feel alive. Honestly, it's quite a turn-on, too.
Halfway around the inlet, there was a wooden park bench. It sat all alone under a willow tree by the water, giving it a secluded view of the water. As I passed the bench, I saw a woman who looked maybe mid-forties sitting there with what looked like a cup of coffee in one hand. I heard a faint buzzing noise that, at first, I thought was the hum of a bad street light. She took a long pull from her coffee as I looked passing by her. A light hum of ecstasy passed her lips.
I jogged pretty fast, so the scene was over rather quickly, and I thought nothing of it. Soon, I was back at my apartment and taking a shower to start my day. It was rather uneventful as I sat through the training for the new job.
That night, I was eager for the smell of the fresh salty air and did another run as I had done in the morning. Again, I made it halfway around and saw the same woman sitting on the bench under the willow tree.
I had thought about her most of the day. Something had been off when I passed her that morning, but I just couldn't put my finger on it. Part of me said to just keep moving, but that nagging part of me said to stop and say, "Hi." After all, I was new to the area and didn't know anyone. I might make a new friend, or she could just be a crazy lady and stab me. One never does know.
Curiosity won out in the end. I stopped like I was catching my breath and drank some water from the bottle I kept on me for the run. The woman looked at me, smiled, and then back at the water. I sat on the far side of the bench away from her and took in the moonlit night sky over the water. It was truly magnificent.
As I sat there, I heard that light hum again. It was louder now that I was sitting there with this woman. I turned to look at her again, and I knew that look on her face. It was purely sexual. That meant the humming was exactly what my brain told me this morning it might be, but I wrote it off as me being silly.
"So, do you sit out here often?" I asked, trying not to show that I knew something was going on.
She bit her lower lip and turned towards me, "Whenever... I can." she said with a bit of struggle. "There is... nothing like... the fresh salt... air."
"I hear you," I chimed. "I haven't lived this close to the water in ages, and I'm trying to take advantage of it."
She returned to looking out at the water with a smile and a nod. Her face looked like she was struggling. I could see her lower lip quivering a little as she sat there. Part of me wanted to leave, but I also wanted to see what she would do if I stayed. She was attractive, a little full-figured, and looked like her bust was on the large size. I always had a weakness for larger women; she fit my type to a T.
I put my arms out, draping them along the top of the bench and stretching them out. I "accidentally" touched her shoulder with the tips of my fingers on one hand. She stiffened and bit her lip, and closed her eyes. I watched what looked like a tiny orgasm wash over her face. It lasted a few seconds, and then she recovered her composure. She reached into the fancy handbag beside her, and the buzzing stopped. Her face was blushed with what looked like embarrassment. I got another smile and nod. She scurried off and across the grass towards a home about four hundred feet from the bench.
I couldn't help but smile. It was kind of hot, which I did not expect when I moved to this neighborhood. Part of me hoped she would come back, but after she left, I only sat a few minutes more, then finished my jog. I need a cold shower after that little adventure. I wondered if she would be there in the morning or if I might have freaked her out.
The next morning, I continued my routine, and to my dismay, she was not there. To be honest, I was heartbroken. I worried I had upset a new neighbor, which could make life a bit weird. Not that using a vibrator in public wasn't odd in itself. I was just kicking myself for that dumb move. What was I thinking? I know exactly what I was thinking. Some hot older lady is sitting on a bench with a vibrator, and if you make a move, maybe she will just fuck you right there on the bench. It was just dumb. The world is not like the porn you imagine in your head.
The rest of my day was what I considered the norm: work and dinner afterward. I considered not going for the evening jog, but I left a change of clothes right by the door. It was too easy not to change and go out. My pacing was improving as I was moving faster than before. My subconscious was in control. I wanted to see if my vibrator friend was there.
As I approached the area again, I saw a person sitting on the bench from a distance away. She was wearing a bright pink outfit that almost glowed. I crossed my fingers as I nearly sprinted.
My vibrator friend had returned. As I approached, she waved to me, and then her hand gestured for me to stop and take a seat. I followed her gestures with a smile as I heard a faint noise again. Well, she was up to her old tricks again. That was a good sign.
"Please join me," she said. "My name is Marissa."
I introduced myself and extended my hand. Marissa politely declined but was still smiling.
"You must be new here," she said. "Almost no one uses this trail anymore."
"Yeah, only moved in a few days ago," I explained.
"And in only a few days, you found a neighbor with a little perversion. I was embarrassed, but you didn't seem upset by what you saw."
"Definitely not," I burst out with haste. "It's not every day a man finds a beautiful woman pleasuring herself on a park bench."
"Beautiful..." she remarked with one eyebrow raised. "We'll see about that."
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Are you hard?" she asked in reply.
"I've been hard since I saw you last night," I said truthfully. "I even had to resort to a cold shower before bed."
"Mmmmm," she purred. "Well then, I want you to pull that cock out while you sit here with me. I want to see it."
I didn't even hesitate for a second. I reached into my running shorts and pulled out my cock. It twitched in the cool night air. Bits of precum had already started forming on the tip.
"Wow," Marissa said, and her hand reached into her bag. The vibrator got louder as she apparently turned it up. My cock grew bigger in response. She noticed, too, if the smirk on her face was to be believed. "I want you to stroke it for me," she directed.
I did as the lady asked and gripped myself with one hand. It ran up and down slowly as I tried to show off its size. I wasn't huge, but I never had any complaints about size. She just stared at it as I tugged on it. It was so hot. All my effort was needed to keep from blowing right there.
We both sat there pleasuring ourselves while watching each other. I could tell from the look on Marissa's face and the quiver of her lip she was getting close. I had seen it the night before and recognized the signs.
"Are you going to cum?" I asked playfully.
