Angela 20

"You're hilarious," Angela said, leaning over the chain-metal fence near the city trail.

"Thanks. It's been fun bantering with you, too." Angela had stopped jogging long enough to see what I was up to in the grass on my side of the fence. We ended up bantering for at least ten minutes as we traded jokes and observations about the people on the trail. Initially, when I heard her behind me, I was sure she was talking to someone else. Once the weather warmed up, I often saw her around. We had exchanged superficial greetings or quick, clever comments a few times but never really talked.

Angela is one of those women who has curves to die for. She runs a lot, so there's no question she's in good shape. Whether you're a man or a woman, you're obligated to look and then look again when she runs by. Being Latina, her skin is a beautiful, consistent shade of tan. She had the perfect balance of muscle and woman if you know what I mean.

Her sports bras are undoubtedly expensive but do not keep her from bouncing in the best way. Mostly, she wears black, but sometimes she'll run by in bright blue, red, or green. The lighter colors clung to her provocatively as she ran by.

I tried not to be obvious about it as I looked at her and talked. She kept her dark hair short and pulled back from her face. Inevitably, her skin was coated in a light sheen of sweat.

I hate objectifying people. But I will quickly point out that it is impossible to look away when you have the chance. Being so close to Angela gave me a better look at her.

As she turned to jog away, she stopped. "Aren't you going to ask for my phone number?"

I froze. In a fantasy, I might have asked her. Given her attractiveness and outgoing personality, I would have never dared to risk hearing a "no." She was quite a bit younger than me - and certainly more attractive.

"Uh, sure!"

Angela smiled. She quickly said something in Spanish. When I answered her back, she looked shocked.

"¿Hablas español? Oh my God, that changes everything."

I laughed.

Angela looked at me strangely for a second and then nodded. "You know what? I like you. You're funny, and you speak Spanish."

"Likewise. I never expected to talk to you at length."

"You should have flagged me down, John." Angela shrugged her shoulders. Given the course of our conversation, my eyes lingered longer on her than they should have.

"I'm sure you get hit on more than you want to. I wouldn't add to that problem." I was telling the truth, and she recognized it.

"A gentleman, too? Where have you been hiding?" Angela laughed.

Just as I was about to respond with a joke, Angela gave me another look.

"¿Sabes que? You know what, screw it. This is our lucky day."

"Yes, it is," I answered, considering her offer to get her phone number.

"What would you say if I told you to take me home right now?" Angela took a moment to adjust her sports bra. The insinuation was clear. To say that I felt a tingle is an understatement. Angela's dark eyes sparkled with mischievousness as she watched my face.

When I hesitated, she added, "I'm already sweaty. We'll soon add to it. Assuming you say yes."

I smiled and moved toward the fence. I put my right hand on her arm and squeezed. "If you think I'm going to pass up an opportunity to be with you, you're crazy."

"Am I that attractive to you?" Angela seemed genuinely interested in my answer.

"Uh, everyone is interested. Have you not seen how people swivel to get a second look at you?"

Angela smiled. "Get hit on a lot, yes. But I assume it's just an availability issue. More skin equals more interest."

"Without intending to objectify you. You're beautiful. You're in shape. And your curves are stunning. It's impossible to watch you move without getting ideas."

Angela laughed out loud. "Okay. I'm pretty. But am I attractive? As for ideas, do you mean like those involving me without clothes?" Angela reached over, put her hand across my left shoulder, and ran her fingers down my arm.

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you freaking kidding me? Everything about you makes me want to touch you. Or honestly, run my fingers and tongue everywhere."

"So you have thought about me naked? Like in your fantasies?" Angela shivered. "That gave me goosebumps! You'd run your tongue all over my body even though I'm sweaty?"

"Showered or sweaty. I don't brag about my prowess or size. But you will not find a man or a woman more dedicated to getting you there with this." I pointed at my mouth.

"Damn! It's been a while for me. It's hard enough to find a man to do it, much less consistently and with passion."

"Can I ask you a question, Angela?" I agreed as she nodded.

"Why are we still standing here? I can demonstrate it better than continuing to talk about it. If you're still interested. And if you are, I don't want you to change your mind."

"I'm not going to change my mind, believe me. I've seen you around a few times. You're energetic and funny. And I don't want it to sound bad, but you seem "safe," if you know what I mean." Angela's hand traveled back up my arm to lightly brush across the side of my face.

"I am safe, Angela. Just not in the way you think." I deliberately took a long look at Angela's body as I spoke.

"Help me climb over this damn fence, would you?" Angela was more agile than I expected. She put both hands on the top of the fence and jumped with her feet going sideways. I grabbed her right arm as she reached the top of the fence. She took a small jump and landed on the ground. The parts of her that attract people's eyes jiggled deliciously.

When we got in the car, we started bantering and laughing almost non-stop until we got to her apartment.

At the bottom of the stairs, I motioned for her to precede me. "Ladies first," I quipped.

"You're going to look at my legs and ass, aren't you?" Angela turned her head to smile at me and wink.

"It would be a crime to look away from something beautiful."

Angela exaggerated the sway of her hips as she went up the stairs.

When we entered her apartment, Angela turned to me and put her hands on each side of my shoulders. "I could offer you a drink. Or I could show you my apartment. More importantly, I could show you my body, and you could show me yours. We can do the rest afterward if we have enough energy."

I leaned in and pulled Angela's face toward me so that I could kiss her. Angela surprised me by moving her hands to hold my head against her lips. She didn't waste time. Her tongue darted in my mouth and playfully teased me.

When she pulled away, she spoke in a low voice. "I'm so wet. Just so you know, the only hands that touched me last year were my mom's."

"So, she's good in bed, too?" I laughed as soon as I said it.

"Ha!" Angela laughed. "My mom is beautiful but not my type. She's closer to your age than me, so maybe I should give you her phone number?" Angela's voice playfully teased me.

"I love the way the woman standing in front of me propositioned me and is looking at me like a meal after two days without eating."

"I'm hungry, John. I think my running shorts are getting wet from more than sweat." Angela smiled wickedly at me.

"Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Move your feet at least a foot and a half apart."

"Oh? Taking charge. I like where this is going." Angela's voice sounded like a growl.

She turned and put her hands on the wall. I took a moment to admire her curves. It seemed improbable that I would ever lay hands again on a woman as curvy and attractive as Angela.

I moved behind her and put my hands on her hips. My fingers ran around the exposed part of her abdomen. As I touched her, she shuddered.

Leaning close to her right ear, I whispered, "I'm going to help you cum using my fingers if that's okay?"

"Yes!" Angela's voice definitely growled as she spat out the word.

I ran my hands all along her body for the next few minutes. Across her neck, down her legs, and circling her breasts. Avoiding the nipples, I lightly squeezed and caressed her. Her breasts were as heavy and soft as I imagined.

By the time I stood up and leaned against her, Angela pushed her ass hard into me. Using my hands, I reached in front of her, and after an initial struggle, I opened her sports bra. When my fingers touched her nipples, Angela groaned.

"That makes me want your dick more than your fingers or tongue," she whispered.

I continued to caress her nipples until her hips began to pump more insistently against me. Stepping back, I slowly pulled down her tight black shorts. Angela put her legs together long enough to let her shorts fall to her feet.

Stepping out of her shorts, she again spread her legs and looked sideways at me. "If I'm not going to get your dick, please put your fingers on me."

I moved to Angela's left and used both hands to touch and rub up and down her body. Angela panted as I admired her softness with my fingers. Though I could feel her muscles ripple and flex, the extra plumpness excited me. She stood with her head slightly tilted back, her mouth open, experiencing my exploration as if no one had touched her in years.

Using my right hand, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. My lips took their time to explore hers. She was turned on but also responding to being touched as if I had been her careful lover many times. As I kissed her, my fingers tickled their way up her stomach and lightly flicked her nipples, alternating from one to the other.

I knew she was getting to the point of no return when her hips instinctively began to push back and forth.

My right hand trailed down her back and across her ass and the top of her legs. My left hand slowly circled down between her legs. I slid a finger across her and then moved it slowly inside her.

"Uhhh," she moaned when our mouths separated. I lightly pushed my middle finger in and out of her. When I had her hips rhythmically pumping, I moved my finger out and then used pressure to circle her clit. The effect was immediate.

Her body tensed. I slowly circled and flicked across her clit as my other hand cupped her ass and tickled across her lower back.

"What a surprise you are," Angela moaned.

I whispered into her ear. "Do you cum a lot? Do you like people admiring your body?"

Angela panted as my fingers worked her. "I cum a LOT. At least once a day. Sometimes four or five. Always after running. And yes, I love eyes on my body."

"Your body is more beautiful than you think, Angela." Even her silhouette was astoundingly striking. To have my hands on such a sexy, younger woman lit me up. I wanted to do everything for her at once. "Have you propositioned other men like me?"

"Yes. Mostly, it is a failure, as if a direct woman is a turn-off. And women, too. I don't identify as bisexual, but I have a friend who sometimes visits. We use our fingers and toys on one another. Haven't seen her in over a year, though."

Angela's confession about getting off with another woman made a spark fly through my brain. Imagining another woman as attractive as Angela using her fingers on her excited me.

For now, though, I was going to help her cum.

I moved my middle finger across her clit a little faster and watched her body tense and flex. As my fingers explored her, she moved her legs slightly further apart.

Faster and faster, my finger moved as her hips responded accordingly. Within a minute, Angela was grunting quietly and pumping her hips to match my finger.

The moment I felt everything in her body change, I recognized that she was about to trust me enough to cum.

Angela's head went back hard.

"Cumming! Dios!"

When her first spasm started, her hips jerked forward, but I kept my finger on top of her clit. Grunt after grunt matched the erratic bumping of her hips as she came. I felt like my hand was on a body designed to be touched.

I enthusiastically continued to pump my finger across her clit as Angela's grunts of pleasure continued. It took a while for the spasms to decrease. Even though her hips bucked less, the muscle contractions inside of her compelled her to thrust her hips forward harder.

Angela's body slumped slightly and relaxed once the huge spasms lessened. I removed my finger from her clit and began tasting the tips of my fingers across her thighs, hips, and her stomach. When I finally circled her plump tits and touched her nipple, Angela shuddered and grunted hard.

Panting, she turned her head toward me. "That was incredible. Loving and sexy as hell."

"You deserve it," I said, never stopping my fingertips from exploring her body as she continued to stand against the wall with her body open to me.

"I had no idea an older man would be the one to make me feel this way," she said.

"Older, huh? I want to play your body like a violin, Angela. Thank you for trusting me."

Angela weakly smiled and nodded her head. "I've never brought anyone back to my place without knowing them well."

Although I didn't ask her anything, Angela spoke again. "I've had many sexual experiences. Most of them were not what I wanted. I was ready for something different. That's what allowed me to offer myself to you."

Without answering her comment, I asked, "Do you want your next one to be fingers again or tongue?"

Angela tilted her head further to stare into my eyes. "You were being serious? If you use your mouth half as good as you do your fingers, it's going to be epic."

I smiled as my hand moved back to flick both of her nipples.

"If we go to your bedroom, you can lay down and let me worship this body of yours an inch at a time."

"Fuck," Angela moaned.

I let go of her and stepped back. Angela lightly shook her legs and arms and stared at me as she stretched.

Once done, she threw her sports bra on the floor. Reaching for my hand, she pulled me hard. Of course, I let her lead me to the bedroom. Had a masked intruder entered the front door, I would have ordered him to wait.

We walked down a short hallway and to the right. Once inside the room, Angela let go of my hand. "Take your clothes off," she told me. "Regardless of what you do next, I must see and feel your skin."

Angela watched me kick off my shoes, shorts, and shirt. My hardon absurdly pressed against my underwear. When I pulled them open, my dick popped out.

"That will fit inside me nicely, John!" Angels licked her lips. The urge to throw her on the bed and skip the next part almost got the better of me.

I kicked off my underwear, walked over to Angela, and spun her around. My dick went between her cheeks and rested on the small of her back. I ran my hand up her chest and to her neck. My mouth kissed along the left side of her neck as she shivered.

"Could you put that inside me? Lord, I'm hornier than I expected." Angela pushed her hips back against me and wiggled her ass.

"Soon," I said and laughed. I ran my left hand between her legs and caressed. Angela let me kiss her neck as long as I wanted.

When I stepped back, she turned to face me.

"Lay on the bed near the right side, Angela." I almost lost my voice because the level of sexual desire going through my body caught me off guard.

Angela moved to the side of the bed, bent, and crawled on the bed. When she lay on her back, I again took a long moment to admire her. Her dark eyes watched me as my eyes moved across her heavy breasts moving to each side, her round thighs, and muscular legs.

I moved to her side and began massaging her arms and shoulders. Even though I should have expected it, when Angela's left hand circled my dick, I jumped. She pumped it lightly. I felt it get slicker, an indication that pre-cum leaked from me as she moved her hand on me.

I moved further down her body and circled her breasts one at a time, taking a few seconds to caress and fondle them. From there, my hands traveled on her stomach and down to her thighs. Angela's legs moved further apart. Tickling my way through the small patch of hair between her legs, I traced my fingers up both her sides and arms. Both hands squeezed and massaged her neck.

"This is heavenly," Angela whispered.

"Turn over for me," I said.

Angela turned as I watched her curves shift. When Angela was on her back, my eyes went to her round ass and smooth legs. I massaged her back and thighs for several minutes. Each time I trailed a finger between her cheeks, Angela groaned.

When I tickled my fingers down her spine and into the crevice of her ass, Angela's legs spread open as far as she could get them. I ran my middle finger down and in between her legs. When I touched her clit underneath, she gasped. I lightly circled her clits until her hips began flexing.

"Turn back over, Angela."

When Angela once again lay on her back, I wanted so desperately to fuck her. She grabbed my dick again and pumped it fast. As relaxed as she was, she surprised me by rolling on her elbow. Before I realized what she was up to, the head of my dick moved between her lips. I froze in pleasure as her tongue worked around the head of my dick. Looking down at her dark hair falling across her neck and at my shaft jutting into her mouth, I spasmed.

Pulling back, I spoke. "I'd cum in three seconds that way. It feels amazing, but I need my mouth to be on you, and it has to happen."

I moved between Angela's legs and held her inside thighs with both hands.

My mouth descended on her pussy as I used the flat side of my tongue to slightly penetrate her and then drag up and across her clit.

"Ohhh! More of that, please?"

I slowly ran my tongue repeatedly up and down between her legs. Angela twitched as I did my best to make her feel every bit of my tongue on her.

"This won't take long if you do it like that," Angela said, encouraging me to continue the same pattern.

Now that Angela expressed how she wanted it done, I used my thumbs to press and probe the inside of her thighs as my tongue raked flat up and down against her.

Angela fell silent, captive to the sensations my tongue produced on her body. I trailed my right hand over her stomach, causing her to shudder. My fingers continued upward until I circled her left nipple. Using the palm of my hand, I caressed them gently.

Angela's hips involuntarily began to thrust up and down as her breath grew ragged. The sound and familiarity of her beautiful and soft body approaching an orgasm gave me tingles from head to toe.

I moved my tongue on her faster as her hips matched my speed. Angela grunted loudly as she went over the edge. I brought my right hand down quickly as her spasms started and inserted my index and middle finger inside of her.

Her pussy clamped on my fingers as she shouted with the beginning of her orgasm. For a few seconds, she thrashed and bucked against my face and fingers.

"Uhhhh!" It was the only intelligible thing I recognized.

I slowed my tongue as the pace of her grunts and thrusting wound down. Angela relaxed her body all at once as I lay with my face between her legs. I lightly kissed around her and on the inside of her thighs as she enjoyed the aftershocks.

"That was delicious," Angela quietly said. "I needed that."

"Me too," I said. "You taste delicious, and your body begs to be touched."

"Most men don't want to do it, much less with joy. You're the first who convinced me that you LOVE doing it and doing it for me."

"Idiots," I said and laughed. Angela laughed along with me.

"Are you ready to try my favorite way to do it?"

Angela laughed. "God! It gets better?"

"That depends on you."

"I have a better idea if you're interested. Then we can do it your way." Angela spoke a bit louder, indicating that I should follow her lead.

I lifted myself to my knees and smiled at Angela. "At your command."

"I call it lazy 69. I..."

Angela's voice trailed off as I hopped over her left leg. Angela scooted back to the middle of the bed. Once again, I was distracted by watching her body move.