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You ever have one of those days when you bump into someone who is so downright sexy you want to take them right then and there? That was me today. I’m minding my own business jogging down the same path I have always jogged down, for almost a year now, and I slam into this gorgeous man. He wasn’t paying attention to me, as his phone started ringing, and I didn’t see him, because I was changing music on my iPod. When we slammed into each other it literally knocked me on my ass. He looked horrified and couldn’t apologize enough. I was so taken aback with him I just brushed it off. I normally would have chewed his head off, but he was just too hot! He offered to buy me coffee but my shyness kicked in, and made an excuse to leave. Now I lie in bed after taking a long, hot, and much needed shower; and want to kick my own ass for saying no. He is the typical tall, dark and handsome type. The things I want to do with him are unreal. He was only wearing jogging shorts, and shoes. He had no shirt on, and though he wasn’t ripped like most women want from a man, he was still smoking hot. My skin being ultra sensitive from my shower tingles as I slide my sheet up around me. It’s a pretty warm night so I opt out of the blanket. The way the sheet slides over me teases me though, making me think of this man touching me. I feel naughty thinking of a stranger touching me. But, is it really any different then thinking of someone famous? We don’t really know them, but people still fantasize over them. I close my eyes and envision him in bed with me. I want to lift my sheet up and see him down between my legs ready to devour me. I run my fingers over my breasts, pinching lightly on my nipples and twist them just enough to tease myself. I can feel my hips instantly start to grind to their own rhythm. It’s as if my body has a mind of its own, and begins to move how it would if he was here with me. He kisses my inner thigh softly, nipping at it just lightly enough to make me purr out. My heart skips a beat, trembling. I lift my hips offering myself to him. He glides his tongue along my Ümraniye Escort folds, tasting me. The slick wetness of my excitement is clear, making my core pulsate hard. I feel my hand desperately move down between my thighs and begin to tease myself. My mind still thinking of the man in the park, wishing desperately I knew his name. His tongue works wickedly on my clit, sucking hard as I’m writhing with burning caresses. My fingers are moving deftly over my clit, as they have a mind of their own. It’s as though he’s the one truly pleasing me, my other hand gripping the sheet. I move frantically as he pleases me, my hips lift and fall moving with him. I’m moving my lower body in frenzy fervor, the clench deep inside me building. I want to moan out his name, as he brings me closer to my orgasm. I’m no longer touching myself, it’s all this man. A man I don’t know, but want so badly. I feel myself become unsteady, with a warm and erratic feeling, as I erupt in dazzling undulations of orgasm. I come so hard it almost hurts to twist and keep fucking myself to keep the orgasm going. My whole body is throbbing as I come down from this intense orgasm; I almost feel the need to giggle. I know at this moment, I have to see him again. I want to see him again. I want to kick myself in the ass again for not taking up his offer for the coffee. With sleep overwhelming me after my orgasm, I dream of him. Waking up, I feel a little bit giddy. I want to see this man and hope that he’ll be on the path today. I throw on my jogging clothes and head towards the park. I have two hours before work and plan to run for an hour. I do my normal route, knowing it’s the same place I saw him yesterday. As the hour passes and I get to the place where we bumped into each other, I feel my heart race a little more. Once I’m there and look around, without being too obvious, I see he isn’t here. I finish my jog, thinking there might be a chance, but no such luck. I head to the coffee shop, get my coffee and head home to change for work. The next two weeks are Ümraniye Escort Bayan like this. I keep hoping that it wasn’t a fluke I saw him. I can’t get him out of my head and I am frustrated that I’ve not seen him. I told a couple of my girlfriends about this guy, but they said after two weeks, I might as well forget him. I try, I really do, but it isn’t happening. It’s a Saturday morning and I can’t sleep, so I decide to go for an extra long run today. I grab my stuff and head out to the park. I’m warming up and mostly people watching, thinking of this guy, wondering why I haven’t seen him. It’s possible it was a onetime thing; I’d never seen him before that day. I know I’m being foolish. Getting up, I turn my iPod on and switch it to Pink’s “Get This Party Started” and head off around the park. I haven’t lived here long, just a little over a year. It took me two days, after moving in, to find out I lived so close to a park. I knew then, I would jog here. It’s a rather large park, with a big pond, a play ground, a swimming pool, and even a little outside theater for concerts. I spend a great deal of time here now. Lost in thought and the music, I’m not paying much attention to anything around me. It’s about forty five minutes into my jog, when I feel as though I’m being followed. I kind of feel uncomfortable and pick up my pace. It’s broad day light, so it’s not like anything is going to happen, but my overactive imagination runs wild. The presence of someone behind me still irks me, until I finally have enough and come to a dead halt and spin around. I stop and see it’s him. I’m lost for words. He smiles at me, and I can’t help but blush and smile. He tells me he’s been following me for about a mile, wondering if he should stop and talk to me. I joke with him asking if he thought it was less creepy following me for a mile without a word. It’s his turn to blush, and look a little embarrassed. He apologizes and asks if he can make it up to me. We agree on coffee. After cooling down, we head to my favorite coffee shop. Escort Ümraniye We order some coffees and a few muffins. He tells me again how sorry he is for today and about the last time we ‘bumped’ into each other. I play it cool, as though I haven’t been thinking about him nonstop for two weeks like some crazy person. I find out he has currently moved here from a few cities over. He has been so busy with the move and work. so he hasn’t had a lot of time to do his normal jogging. We talk for almost two hours without a care in the world. We talk as though we have known each other forever and are just catching up. He is two years older than me and goes by the name, RJ. I try to get it out of him what it stands for, but is insist that he’ll never tell. I tell him I’m twenty five and that my name is Lena. He gives me his number and tells me he has to go. I’m reluctant and don’t want him to go. I know the minute I get home, what I want to do. I don’t care how dirty the thought is; maybe that is why it makes it hotter. I need this release and I’m not about to deny myself. I’m not even through the door before I’m shedding out of my clothes. I jump in the shower, knowing I want to rinse off the sweat of my jog. After I’m clean I plug the tub and sit letting the water fill around me. I let myself think of RJ and everything he told me. I did find out he is single, which makes me happy. I want him in the tub with me. I can feel myself leaning back into him, with his hands wrapping around me, caressing my breasts. My head tipping to the side, my neck exposed for him, his warm tender lips kissing along my neck. I can feel him start from the nape of my neck, working up so slow, teasing me. His fingers are on my breasts, squeezing them fully, and my nipples hard, as he brushes his fingers along them. I feel the hardness of his cock press against my back, with his mouth still working up until he’s sucking on my ear. I whimper out, and begin to slide a finger inside myself. I start slow, fucking my pussy letting my mind run wild of RJ’s touches. His hands are needy and slightly rough with my breasts, while his mouth is soft and hungry on my earlobe. My moans echo through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls, as he pleases me. RJ’s hands move down and lift me up just high enough, and move me above his cock. He makes me beg for him. He wants me to beg to be filled with his cock. I do.
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