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Love stroll: Monday to Wednesday

Part 1

Monday

Anna leaned against a park bench, her long, athletic legs crossed at the ankles. She wore a pair of simple black leggings that hugged her legs and ass just right and a loose T-shirt.

Her brown hair, swept up in a messy bun, left a few tendrils framing her face. She chatted with the other women from the walking group, laughter genuine. She'd joined the group a few months after her divorce from Marie, searching for a distraction and a way to meet new people. So far, it had been nice to get out.

She watched as the rest of the group appeared. And then, there he was, a new face. A short man, his beard a mix of grey and black with a lot more grey. His clothes hung off his frame, and his eyes, behind thick glasses, had a sharpness to them that Anna felt uneasy about.

Zayid approached her, his steps deliberate. "Good evening," he said, his voice thick with an accent Anna couldn't place; he was definitely foreign.

"Welcome, I'm Anna," she said, offering her hand. He took it, his grip firm and dry, his palm calloused.

"Zayid," he replied, his voice a low rumble.

"Welcome to the group, Zayid," Anna said, her voice polite but distant. "I hope you enjoy the walk."

Zayid shrugged, a slight tilt of his shoulders. "I'll walk with you." Zayid stated, his eyes fixed on her.

Anna's eyebrows raised slightly, her lips pursed. She rolled her eyes, a barely perceptible shift of her gaze upward, before she could stop herself. "We all walk at our own pace; you will find YOUR group," she replied, offering him a tight smile.

Zayid's lips curled into a thin line, but he seemed unfazed by her response. "I see," he said, his voice brisk.

He eyed the group, then glanced back at her, his gaze lingering a bit too long. Anna looked away, tensing against a shiver running through her body.

As the group started out, Anna quickened her pace, eager to put as much distance between herself and the new member. She weaved towards the front of the group, her steps steady and purposeful. She could feel his gaze on her back, like a physical touch she didn't want. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The last thing she needed was some old MAN invading her space.

Tuesday

Anna arrived early for the park walk. She stretched against the bench and took a deep breath. Her mind wandered to the previous day, to Zayid's bold statements and the way he'd looked at her. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the memory. She wasn't interested in men, never had been, but she sure was used to men hitting on her.

"You start early, yes?" he said, his voice casual.

Anna looked up; Zayid was beside the bench.

He offered her a small smile, trying to engage her. "You are early, yes?" he asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Anna nodded, her lips twitching upwards despite herself. "I like to warm up before we start," she replied, her voice soft as she found him less irritating today.

Anna was aware Zayid was still hovering. She turned her head slightly, catching him in a lingering gaze, and shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting around, glad to see others arriving.

"Are you married?" Zayid asked suddenly, his voice crisp.

Anna's eyes widened in surprise at his boldness. "Divorced," she replied after a moment, her voice firm.

Zayid nodded. "Your husband must miss your beauty," he said, his voice low.

Anna's hackles rose at his comment, her eyes narrowing. "I never had a husband; my wife was Marie," she retorted.

Zayid's eyes widened at her response, a moment of shock flashing across his face before he recovered, his lips curling into a small smirk. "Ah, I see, this country has very unfamiliar habits I'm still getting used to; that type of thing doesn't happen where I come from," he said, his voice nonchalant. "Still, so beautiful without a man. It's such a shame."

Anna scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Thanks, I think," she muttered, looking anywhere but at him, and was very glad when the group started their walk.

They fell into their usual formation, with Anna at the front, setting her usual brisk pace. She focused on the path ahead, the crunch of gravel under her feet. But she couldn't help it; she glanced back. Zayid was there, his eyes on her. She looked away quickly, her cheeks warming, and told herself although he was most definitely not her type, he was cute in a certain way.

Wednesday

Anna felt a flutter of anticipation as she stretched on her bench, her eyes scanning the familiar figure arriving. She offered hollow hellos, but her eyes were looking behind them for something or someone.

She caught Zayid coming towards her, his gaze fixed on her. She tried to ignore the little flip in her stomach.

"You waiting for me?" Zayid asked, his voice a low murmur as he sat down on the bench, leaving a short space between them.

Anna glanced at him briefly before trying to get back to stretching. "No," she replied, her voice stiff. "I mean... just eager to start, that's all."

Zayid raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on her. "Start what? The walk or the talking?"

Anna rolled her eyes again. "The walk, with the group."

Zayid chuckled, a low rumble in his throat. "I see," he said as he got to his feet, and the walk started.

Anna, however, didn't take up her usual position at the front. She lingered by the bench, watching as the group dispersed, some falling into step with each other, others breaking off into pairs or small groups. Zayid, who had been watching her, began.

Anna shook her head and took a step with him.

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Anna rushed into her bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. The walk had been slow, each step a tease, each breath a whisper of longing. She was on fire, her body aching with a need that was both unfamiliar and new. She could feel her pussy warm and slick.

She had raced home in her car; she never sped. She peeled off her leggings and underwear all at once, her body trembling with need. She jumped down on her bed, her knees bent, her feet flat on the mattress. She ran her fingers through her wetness, her clit swollen and sensitive, closing her eyes, her fingers pressed against her pussy. She felt her own wetness and coated her fingers before beginning to rub furiously, her hips bucking against her hand, her breath short gasps.

Her body moved against her hand, her hips thrusting, her back arching as she chased the need for release.

Her hand moved faster, her fingers slippery and sliding, her clit throbbing under every pass. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening, her muscles tensing as suddenly Zayid came into her thoughts; Anna had never once imagined a man, never felt that spark of attraction or desire towards men. And yet now, as she thought of his dark, knowing eyes and his thin lips, she could feel the heat in her belly.

"Fuck," she cried, her fingers stilling for a moment as she tried to shut away the thought. But it was too late; the image of Zayid had taken over. She could see him now, standing before her, his beard tickling at her thighs as he knelt between and buried his face in her pussy.

The image was intense; she moved her finger harder and faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her body tensing, her muscles tightening as she imagined Zayid's tongue licking her, tasting her. "Zayid," she whispered, her voice ragged, her hips thrusting against her hand. Her body was on fire, her clit throbbing, her pussy aching with need, her orgasm soon to consume her. She couldn't hold back any longer, her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she cried out, her body shuddering, her orgasm tearing through her, leaving her gasping, her body trembling, her heart pounding in her chest.

Afterwards, she lay there, panting, her body still quivering, her vision blurry. What the fuck just happened? She had never, not once, thought of a man like that. Especially not Zayid, the man who had been nothing but a nuisance, an irritation. And yet, here she was, her body still humming from the intensity of her orgasm, her mind filled with the image of him. She shook her head, trying to clear it, trying to make sense of it all.

Part 2: Thursday to Friday.

Thursday

Anna had been thinking about the walking group all day, thinking about Zayid. She couldn't shake the memory of him.

She arrived at the park early, her body restless with anticipation. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she knew she was looking for him. She caught his gaze as he approached, her heart fluttering in her chest.

"Good evening, Anna," he said, his voice low.

"Hello, Zayid," she replied, her voice full of energy.

They fell into step beside each other, the rest of the group in front of them, and Anna was happy they seemed to be the only two keeping their pace; soon they were out of earshot from the group.

Anna stole glances at Zayid, his face more defined in the soft glow of the setting sun, his once harsh features soft and inviting.

She desperately wanted to ask him to coffee, but she was hesitant, unsure of how he would react, of her answer. She cleared her throat, trying to find the right words. "So, Zayid, how are you finding the group so far?" she asked, her voice as casual as she could muster.

Zayid looked at her, his eyes gleaming in the fading light. "It is good, yes. Nice people," he replied, his voice equally relaxed.

Anna nodded, her heart pounding slightly faster. "I was thinking, maybe before the walk tomorrow, we could grab a coffee or something? If you want, of course," she added hastily, not wanting to come off as too forward. Anna had pictured several responses and hoped she got the positive one she was craving.

Zayid's eyebrows raised slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Coffee, yes?" he said, his voice thoughtful. "I would like that, Anna."

Anna was delighted he had agreed, and as she strolled along with him, she couldn't help but beam a radiant smile.

After the walk finished, Anna had declined any small talk; she had purposely made a beeline for home. Finding herself, again, racing home, excited Zayid had agreed to coffee; and once again, she found herself shamelessly touching herself, moaning, and masturbating to him, her body responding to the mere thought of him.

Friday

Anna sat at her desk, her fingers dancing over the keyboard as she attempted to type out a report. Her attention a million miles away, her mind working overtime and not on her work. Her thoughts on the walking group later tonight, on Zayid. She felt a heat in her belly, a slow burn that started low and spread upwards, settling firmly between her legs. She shifted in her chair, her body restless, her mind filled with images of Zayid's dark eyes and his straggly beard. She could feel the wetness in her underwear, the ache in her pussy. She needed release, and she needed it now.

She pushed away from her desk, her chair rolling back as she stood; no one seemed to notice her movement or sense her urgency for release, and she was thankful for it; her heart rate increased as she rounded her desk, patting down her blouse as she walked, intending to keep herself composed.

She walked briskly down the hall, her heels clicking against the tile floor; she really wanted to run but agonised and kept a slower pace to keep her relaxed appearance for anyone that would notice. She pushed open the wooden door to the restroom with more force than she realised. She spied a stall at the far end; they were all thankfully unoccupied--and made her way towards it.

Locking the door behind her, her body was already shaking with anticipation. She unzipped her tight black trousers, letting them and her purple panties drop and pool around her ankles.

Anna sat on the toilet, her knees splayed, her body already quivering with need. She wasted no time, plunging her middle fingers inside herself, her eyes closed as she savoured the penetration. She blew out a shaky breath, her heart racing, her body on fire as she felt her lips slide over the ridge of her knuckles; she bit her lip.

Her fingers began to find a rhythm, thrusting in and out, her other hand rubbing her clit in tight circles. She could hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy, the sound filling the small room, echoing off the tiles, and she was glad she was alone for the moment; the idea of slowing for quieting was not really a viable option in her need.

She leaned back slightly. Her mind was filled with Zayid as she pushed inside herself, his face, his voice, his eyes.

She remembered the way he'd looked at her, the way he'd spoken to her. Her breath hitched, her body tensing as she chased the fantasy, her fingers moving faster, her clit throbbing under her touch.

She leaned further, her shoulder against the cool tile wall to her side as she fucked herself with her fingers, her body trembling. She was so close, her orgasm close, her body aching for release. She could feel the wetness dripping, her pussy clenching around her fingers.

The orgasm hit her like a train, convulsing, her muscles contracting as she came hard and fast, her breath ragged gasps. "Fuck, fuck, Zayid," she moaned, her fingers stilling as she rode out the waves.

She sagged against the wall, the smooth tile holding up her limp body, her breath slowly returning to normal. She opened her eyes, her vision swimming. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, her eyes closing briefly as she savoured the sensation. What the hell was she doing? Fantasising about a man, no less, and a man who was well past his prime, no less.

By the time lunch break had arrived, Anna had been to the restroom twice. She went out for lunch, well, shopping for new activewear for her walks. She had a real desire to find the clingiest, most revealing clothing she could find to wear on her walks with Zayid.