Even as I held her head with one hand and fucked her face, words were coming out of my mouth that I’d only ever dreamed about, or write about. A random encounter was just what I needed.
We passed once again, somewhere around the half mile marker. The path had two courses here, a higher hill and a wooden bridge that stayed with the pond’s shore. I elected to stop just short of this divide where a small brook fed the pond. Indian Sex Sporting a runner’s sports bra and shorts, she knelt in front of my bumper to lace up her shoes. After calming down we both stood and got dressed. Then I saw her eyes. And it was evident I wasn’t going to get it at home, even after slamming down a bottle of Dragon’s Milk to calm the nerves. I’d always felt this was the most serene spot in the entire park. When I asked for her name, and her number, she shook her head.
