After my recent heart attack I have been dieting and getting some exercise. I have been riding a road bike in the local area 3 or 4 times a week. Here in Southern California they are building houses on every hill available. This gives me a great place to build up my cardio vascular strength without riding all day long. I tackled a hillside community near my house around 6 months ago and have worked my way to the top. I took it easy by just riding just the lower portion, then adding more and more till I ride to the top a couple of times each day that I ride. Over the past year I have gotten to know, or at least recognize many of the people that are out exercising. The other day, a Saturday, I noticed one woman in particular, a blond with shoulder length hair, about 5ft 6in tall, with a really lovely round ass and a passable set of tits. She walked from her side street on to the main hill and whipped out her cell phone and called someone. I rode past her and was interested, cause most people out for exercise don’t talk on a cell phone while they are at it. My oxygen starved brain didn’t have much energy available to think about it while riding the hills and I pretty well forgot about it till I was resting while coasting down the hill and noticed her standing on a bushy side path that leads off the main hill to a small park with picnic tables a swing set and half basketball court. The main entrance to the park was above the park and you could drive a car up to the park if you had a key to the post that locks out the casual entrant. She was standing well below the park it’s self and was still on the phone. I noticed that her free hand was in the waistband of her sweat pants and it looked like she was feeling her pussy. That sent my mind spinning and I thought about it several times during the week, but didn’t expect to see anything again.
Much to my surprise and delight I noticed her standing on the same path with her hand in her sweatpants as I rode up the hill the next Saturday morning. I rode past her without letting on that I saw her and turned into the main entrance to the small park. I got off my bike and quietly took off my helmet, gloves, and shoes. I then padded down the path coming silently up behind the woman. I heard her say, “Oh, God. Yes, eat my pussy you bastard.” Her hand was moving quickly up and down in her sweatpants and she was rocking her hips in rhythm. When I was close behind her I reached one hand around her and put it over her mouth and held her hand in her sweatpants with the other hand. She screamed into my hand, but it was nearly completely muffled by my hand. I put my mouth next to her ear and said, “Just relax, or I will take this cell phone to your husband and let him hit redial after I tell him what I heard. Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I take the cell phone?” I felt her relax in my arms and could hear the guy squawking in the cell phone.
She said, “No. Everything is okay. Just that damn guy riding his bike.”
I whispered, “Good girl in her ear.” Then I pulled her hand out of her sweatpants and brought it up to my mouth. I could smell her cum as I licked her fingers and sucked them into my mouth. I held her fingers in my mouth and slid my hand under the waistband of her sweats and into her panties. She was hot and wet as my fingers slid up and down her clit as she moaned into the phone. I had taken my hand off of her mouth and was squeezing her breasts through her sweatshirt and bra. Soon she was cumming like a freight train on my fingers as I pushed my hard dick into her plump ass. As her orgasm subsided, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and slid them across her lips. Her tongue snaked out and she licked her cum from my fingers with relish.
I heard her say, “No. No. Everything is okay; I just came really hard that’s all. Yes, I want to suck your dick. You know I love that.”
I whispered in her other ear, “Come with me. I want to eat your pussy,” as I led her up the path towards the picnic benches. I pulled her sweats down around her ankles and struggled to get them off over her tennis shoes. When I had them off, she demurely covered her panty-covered pussy with one hand while she held the cell phone to her ear with the other. I put her sweats on the cold concrete bench and pushed her down onto it when she said. “No. Don’t put me on hold now. God damn you. You asshole. Don’t leave me like this.”
“Does he leave you like this often?” I asked
“Yes,” she moaned, “when ever he gets a work call, or when his secretary comes in.”
I said, “It is not nice to leave a lady all hot and bothered when she is about to cum, now is it?”
I pushed her onto her back and put my mouth on her pink panty-covered crotch and sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. I sucked on her like this till she started to buck against my face and moan. Then I pulled her panties aside and licked her open lips and slid my tongue deep into her while my nose pressed against her clit. I licked around in there for a little bit before I moved my lips up to her clit and slipped a single finger into the back of her pussy. She moaned loudly and came on my face. I stood up and pulled my spandex riding shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them allowing my dick to bob freely above her. She looked it with large round eyes and said, “No. Don’t fuck me. I don’t know you. You can’t just fuck me.” I knelt in front of the bench and pulled her pussy onto my dick with one long slow motion.
She gasped and said, “Don’t do this. You are raping me. Please don’t rape me.”
