"Package for you" I said, pointing toward a small box on the table. "Looks like it's from China".
"Great. I've been waiting for this." He took it into the living room to open it.
Only slightly curious, I went into the bedroom to change from my workout clothes into something to lounge around in.
"Hey Nat," he called to me, "change into that cute little jacket/shirt thing and your short pleated skirt. And wear a thong. I want to try something new."
This was an occasional request of his and meant he was going to take me somewhere to "show me off" by getting me to flash people while he observed their reaction, all while pretending as if he wasn't with me. We would then return home he would probably fuck me, before getting up, eating something quick, followed by watching TV for an hour before going to bed. I was rarely satisfied during this process. In fact, for the last year or so, I had rarely been satisfied at all.
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I'm Natalie. I'm 29 going on thirty. I'm 5 foot 6 inches tall with medium length auburn hair. And yes, I have a few freckles. I'm a 35B+ with a 23+ soon to be muscular 22 inch waist. After going from 127 lbs to 112 in under a year, I'm getting closer with each workout.
I've been married to Brian for eight years.
Brian is my second love. I met him shortly after breaking up with a college sweetheart who left me for someone else. That didn't help my self-esteem and I entered into the relationship and married Brian before I had explored any other options.
Not that there's anything wrong with Brian. He's a wonderful husband and gives me everything I want. When we met, he swept me off my feet with his knowledge and worldly understanding. He's 42.
For the first few years our love making was OK. Even though he's always been a "fast finisher" he would usually satisfy me with his tongue before he fucked me or, if I begged, he would sometimes eat me afterward. That was the first few years. Since then he seems to have lost interest in my satisfaction, only making love occasionally and never using his mouth on me anymore.
It could be his job. He works very long hours and gets called in to work nights and weekends for emergencies. He's always tired. The only time he really has to relax is his Thursday evening card game with a group of his buddies. It's the only time he ever gets to turn his pager off. I get time to do whatever I want. He's always more relaxed after those card games. He's also gained a bit of weight. During the first several years of marriage, we both gained some weight. I gained over ten pounds and he gained much more than that. He won't tell me just how much. He also has started takeing medicine for high blood pressure. That may also affect his libido. Whatever the cause, I'm sure I haven't had an orgasm for a long time, probably over a year. And even that was after a long dry spell. He says I must have some sort of orgasm disorder. Maybe I do.
Shortly after turning 29, I decided to really get back in shape. I didn't want to look and feel "old" when I turned 30. I wanted to be as fit as I was at 19. Even fitter. Best in my life.
I joined a gym and began working out. At first it was maybe three days a week. As I progressed I began to enjoy it more and more until soon I was working out almost daily. It was a nice atmosphere. The people were friendly. I loved looking at my "new self" in the wrap-around mirrors. My legs were more muscular and shapely. My stomach was getting smaller and becoming very toned. My breasts were firmer. And my ass looked fantastic. At 30 I would look better than I had at 19.
I was in the sauna one day when an attractive woman, who also worked out religiously, came in and sat across from me. I was covered by a towel. She placed hers on the bench beside her. She looked very fit and firm. He breasts were a larger than mine, but so were her hips. She had firm abs. She had long dark hair with just a bit of dark fuzz between her long shapely legs. I'm sure most men would find her to be very attractive. She was definitely Hot.
"Hey" she said, "You've been working out a lot. You're making great progress. Stand up and show me."
I hesitated, unsure what she meant.
"It's OK. I'm not hitting on you. I just enjoy looking at attractive women. Stand up and drop that towel."
I stood and slowly removed the towel until I was completely nude to her.
"Turn around." she instructed.
I turned around, exposing myself completely to her inquiring gaze.
"You're fantastic." She exclaimed. "I'm not queer or anything, but seeing a body as attractive as yours excites me."
"Thanks. You're very attractive too." She was. I wasn't sure how to respond. I sat back down leaving my towel on the bench next to me. My body still exposed. She didn't say anything else and I soon looked toward the ceiling, closed my eyes and was lost in a daydream.
I opened my eyes to some kind of unusual noise. She was sitting there staring at me, her hand between her legs, massaging her private area. She had two fingers inside her pussy. I looked at her in disbelief. She was moaning and jerking her bottom as she continued her self-manipulation. Within a minute or two, she closed hers eyes. Her body shuttered and she sighed one final moan. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Isn't it great not to need a man to get you off? Thanks again." she said as she rose and left the sauna.
That moment stuck with me. Several times since then I have attempted to pleasure myself that same way. So far I've been unsuccessful. I guess it's just not easy for me to achieve orgasm. Maybe it's not Brian's fault after all. I probably do have some sort of orgasm disorder.
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I located my "cute jacket/shirt" which was actually a very light leather vest with a patterned cotton/nylon shirt underneath. They were both short, barely covering my midriff. It was comfortable and functional outfit. I liked it. I slipped them on, found the little skirt which was barely more than a patterned tennis dress and was ready to leave. Oh yeah I grabbed a tiny blue thing and stepped into it. It barely covered anything. I was sure it exposed most of my nicely trimmed red bush. I always felt a bit embarrassed on these little "excursions" of his. However I did as he asked. We went down and got in the car.
"Here, put this in." he said as he handed me what appeared to be a broche or large pin of some sort.
I looked at it. I had no idea what it was.
"What is it? How do I wear it?" I replied after examining it.
"You don't wear it. You insert it."
"Insert it? How?" I couldn't imagine how I could wear this thing. It might be a hearing device of some sort, but didn't look as it would fit in my ear.
"In your vagina. It's a stimulator."
"Where? A what? How am I supposed to stick this inside me? It's too large. It won't fit. It will hurt."
"Just insert it a bit. The large part stays on the outside and vibrates. Use your thong to hold it against your clitty. Just wait, you're going to love this."
I had my reservations but put it beneath my thong and attempted to insert it against my pussy.
"There. I think it's in. It's the best I can do without a gynecologist helping me." I giggled.
A few seconds later I felt a small vibration inside my thong. It stopped and then began again, increasing in intensity as it continued stimulating my pussy.
"What's that?" I asked. "I'm not sure if I like this or not. How do I control it?"
"OK, it works. You don't control it, I do. With this remote."
He showed me a small pad that looked similar to a cell phone. Maybe it was a cell phone of some sort.
"I want to test it a bit and determine its capabilities and the range for the remote."
A bit apprehensive, I waited to see what else he had in store.
"Where are we going?" I asked. It was clear we weren't going to one of the usual "show off my wife" spots we occasionally visited.
"The lake path. I want to try it someplace private before we try it in a public place. We don't want to risk public embarrassment on our first try."
The lake path was a dirt path around an old farm lake. The entire path was around 4 miles encircling some farmland, a lake and a wooded area. At one time it was semi-popular with walkers and people with dogs, but since the county had opened a new, larger, more modern park with paved trails, a lake with rowboats and play areas for children, very few people came here anymore. No one maintained it. The path that remained had been worn down over years of use, but was now starting to get overgrown with grass and weeds. Several years back, someone had covered some of the worse sections with gravel, but nothing had been done since the county opened "Carver Woods" park. He buzzed me a few more times on the way to the lake. Each time I was startled, but I was beginning to enjoy it and even quivered with anticipation as to when he might buzz me again.
We parked in a dirt area close to the trail. Ours was the only car around. As we walked to the trail, he buzzed me again, then once more. Each time I jiggled my bottom a bit, but was starting to get used to the feeling and anticipated another.
"OK, I'll walk behind you and keep dropping back farther and farther until the remote stops so I can determine its range. When the remote indicates it's no longer working, I'll catch up with you until it works again. If it's still transmitting when you get back to the parking area, just wait for me there. I shouldn't be too far behind you."
A walk around the entire path would take at least an hour. I wasn't sure I could withstand this level of sexual stimulation for that long, but I began walking the path. I hoped there weren't many mosquitoes. I could always turn back and tell Brian I had had enough.
I was pretty on the path. You had a lake on one side and fields of wildflowers, grass and wooded areas on the other. Within the first ten minutes, I had been "buzzed" several times. My juices were beginning to moisten my thong. Maybe Brian intended to screw me somewhere out here along the trail? I hoped he would, but doubted he would ever take that sort of chance in a park. Even though, the idea of being fucked in some sort of "public" area excited me even more.
I continued walking but was sure I wouldn't make it around the lake without some relief. Not only was I getting hornier with each buzz, I also realized I needed to pee. Suddenly, a man in shorts appeared a bit in front of me, running on the path in the same direction I was walking.
I was startled for a moment. Where did he come from I asked myself?
I turned to see where Brian was. The pulsating had stopped. My pussy had soaked my thong and I desperately needed to pee. At first I couldn't see him at all, but then I saw him pretty far back, off the side the trail. He was bent over as if he was looking for something in the grass. He had probably dropped the remote.
By now I reached the spot where the runner had appeared on the trail. Looking to my right, I could see an area behind some overgrowth where there appeared to be an old path of some sort. I needed to find some place a bit more private so I could relieve myself. I darted onto this hidden path. I had to step carefully over a muddy area where a culvert went under the lake trail, allowing water to drain into the lake. Once I was on the path, I couldn't even see the lake trail.
After a few minutes of walking, I began to notice several smaller, almost unnoticeable paths off what I presumed to be an old tractor or cow path that I was on. Finally, I took one of those smaller paths, so I would be sure to have privacy as I peed. The area was somewhat grown over but had a mix of grass and wildflowers, with an occasional tree. These smaller paths were a bit rough and I had to careful with my steps.
Continuing until I was sure no one could see me, I was about to squat down and pee when I noticed what looked like a bench of some sort a few yards farther down the path I was on. An even narrower path led to the bench so I proceeded on down to have a look at the bench. It was very old. It sat under a few trees, shaded from the sun. It was actually what appeared to be a slate slab positioned across two slabs of concrete. It had a smooth wooden back fastened to the concrete slabs. It had obviously required quite a bit of effort to get the materials here and build it. But why build it here? I walked over to it and sat down. Even on my bare ass cheeks (the skirt wouldn't cover my bottom when I sat down, it was smooth and comfortable. As I looked down the hill, I could see a creek running through the wooded area. The entire area was perfectly tranquil and very pretty, surrounded by wildflowers and trees. Now I could see why they had put a bench here. It was all so nice and relaxing.
I sat on the bench, removed my wet thong and the "vibrator" device and slipped them into my jacket pocket. I was sure I didn't want any additional stimulation and the wet thong was uncomfortable. I was horny as hell. I walked a few feet away from the bench, squatted and peed. What a relief. I walked back and sat down on the bench. While not having to pee anymore felt great, I now realized I had another need I couldn't satisfy as easily. I wanted to cum so badly. My pussy was throbbing from all the stimulation.
As I sat on the bench, watching the creek, I moved my hand to my crotch and began to massage my clitty with my fingers. I had never been able to pleasure myself before, but I was desperate and needed to cum. I thought back to how easily that woman had pleasured herself in the sauna. Maybe I would be able to. I know I needed it. Even if Brian fucked me later, I was sure he would cum as soon as he entered me and it had been forever since he had pleasured me with his mouth. I needed to do something now.
I closed my eyes and continued rubbing myself. It was pleasant. I even tried moaning to see if maybe that would help, but after a few minutes of playing with my pussy and moaning, it became apparent I wasn't going to be able to satisfy myself. I had only managed to excite myself a little more. Damn it, I'd do anything to have a nice, warm tongue between my legs, licking my clitty and sucking my pussy juices. That was the only guaranteed way for me to get off.
Just then, I heard something. The vibrator in my jacket pocket was buzzing. Brian has probably reached the spot where I ducked off the trail. Did I want to go catch up to him or just wait a while and walk the ten minutes back to the car? It would be close to an hour until he completed the entire path. I decided to wait a few more minutes before returning to the trail. If I could see Brian then I would call to him and suggest we walk back. I continued fondling my private area, slowly probing my pussy and stroking my clitty with my fingers. No luck. I let out a long sigh. No orgasm tonight. As I raised my head and opened my eyes, I was startled to see two nearly naked men staring at me. I quickly removed my hand from my under my skirt and pulled it down to cover my crotch.
As I attempted to compose myself, I noticed they were wearing matching running shorts and tops. Similar to the guy I had seen earlier on the trail. Probably from a local college or club out here training. They were both trim and attractive, each around 5 feet ten. Muscular and wiry.
Finally one of them spoke. "Are you OK? Is there anything you need?"
"No. I'm OK." I said, blushing slightly while trying to regain my composure after my failed attempt at masturbation. I kept my hands in my lap so they wouldn't be able to see anything more.
"OK" he replied. "You seemed to be in some kind of distress. If you need anything let us know." He turned to the other runner and they looked as if they were ready to leave.
I was still desperate for sexual relief. What the hell, I thought; I'll never see either of them again.
"Actually" I said as they were turning to leave, "I'd love it if one of you would eat my pussy". I lifted my skirt a bit and flashed my bush at them.
They both looked at me, unsure as to whether they had heard me correctly. The one who had spoken to me earlier said, "It's a deal. And in return, you'll fuck us?"
I hadn't expected that, but after looking them both over, it seemed to be a better choice than not getting any satisfaction at all.
"OK" I said as I raised my little skirt and spread my legs a bit, offering easy access to my moist pubic area. "Be quick. My husband will be looking for me soon."
"You husband is here?" They looked at each other, suddenly unsure as to whether they wanted to risk it or not.
"It's OK" I attempted to reassure them. "He's over on the lake trail and it will take him at least 45 minutes to an hour until he gets back to our car. Anyway, he would never be able to find us back here. Are you going to eat me or not?"
They needed no additional encouragement. In a few seconds the first boy was on his knees, between my legs. Lowering his face to my crotch, he placed his mouth on my pussy and began eagerly probing my recess with his tongue.
"Oh, Oh, OH" I whimpered. "Not too fast. I want this to last a while." He paused for a second and then resumed with an easy, gentle sucking manipulation of my pussy with his mouth, occasionally manipulating my clitty with his tongue. He was much better at eating me then Brian had ever been.
"Umm, yes, that's great." I moaned. "Keep it up just like that. You'll know when I'm ready for you to make me cum."
In the meantime, his friend had kneeled on the bench next to me, unbuttoned my top and began sucking on my titties.
"Um, Um, Oh". All I could do was moan. My pussy was soaking wet and throbbing. My nipples were hard. This was glorious. I had never been stimulated like this before in my life.
Before long the combination of a mouth and tongue on my clitty brought me to the point of no return. I tightened my legs, his face clinched between my thighs. "OK". I paused for a moment. "Now. Make me cum" I instructed as I wiggled my pussy against his face and thrust my tits against the other boys mouth and face. The boy between my thighs flicked his tongue faster and dug deeper. I was almost there.
"Oh, Oh, Oh God - faster. Deeper." I moaned as I quivered on the brink of orgasm. He sucked my entire pussy area into his mouth while simultaneously flicking my clit even faster with his tongue.
I put my hands to his head and pulled his face tight against my vagina. My entire body shuddered as I came and came.
It must have been a full minute until I recovered and realized where I was and what had happened. I stood and pulled my dress down over my crotch.
I looked at the boys and realized I didn't even know their names.
"I'm Natalie" I said extending my hand to the boy who had just eaten me.
"Hi, I'm Mike. And this is "
"Nate" replied the boy who had been sucking my titties.
"Happy to meet you" I offered.
"Likewise" said Mike. "Now, shall we continue?" He lowered his shorts and stepped from them.
His semi-erect penis was clearly much larger than Brian's. I had never seen one as large. Of course Brian's was only the second erect penis I had ever seen. Both were smaller than Mike's. I wasn't sure I was ready for this.
"I don't know" I said hesitantly as I looked at his penis. "I've never seen one as large as yours. You might hurt me."
"Remember, I ate you. We have a deal. Besides, it's not really that big." he said as he sat on the bench and gently pulled me toward him. Motioning toward his crotch he continued, "Here, take it in your mouth and you'll see. It'll fit".
Hesitantly, I lowered my face toward his now almost fully erect cock. I kissed it and slowly opened my lips and began licking the tip. I continued licking and sucking, taking a bit more of the now fully erect member into my mouth as my tongue explored its girth.
He began moaning. I continued to engulf his penis in my mouth. I began slowly bobbing my head up and down, each time attempting to suck him deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. I knew I wasn't going to give him a blow job. I didn't want anyone cummimg in my mouth, or pussy. But I did want him ready and eager when I was ready for him to fuck me.
Suddenly I felt something behind me. Nate had positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy and was beginning to insert his member into me from behind. I momentarily stopped sucking, but quickly realized that this new penetration was both pleasant and exciting. I let Nate continue to fuck me doggy style as I continued bobbing up and down on Mike's erect cock. He was squirming enthusiastically and thrusting his hips as I bobbed and sucked.
Nate was vigorously thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy. I could feel myself getting more and more excited. Fresh juices were beginning to flow from my now over-stimulated vaginal area. I tried to move my hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. The three of us began an erotic dance of head-bobbing, hip moving and cock thrusting.
Where in the beginning, I had no intention of giving Mike a full blow job, I now sucked his member enthusiastically as I felt the beginning of another orgasm originating in my womb as Nate fucked me from behind. I tried to moan, but Mike's fully engorged member completely filled my mouth. I could only slurp and grunt.
After what I imagine was a few minutes but felt like an eternity, I knew I was once again at the very edge of cumming. Mike was thrusting his penis into my mouth and had placed his hands behind my head and pulled me onto him even tighter. I could tell from Nate's rapid and deep thrusts along with his "Uh, uh" moans, that he was close to cumming as well.
As Nate pushed one last deep thrust inside me, I felt the excitement of an orgasm stirring my insides. I thrust my hips back onto Nate's penis as Mike buried his cock deep in my throat. I could sense Mike's penis pulsing as he began pumping his semen into my throat, just as Nate's cock discharged, filling my lower region with his cum. While I hadn't intended for either of them to finish inside me, the thrill of such a triple sexual culmination made me almost unaware of what was really happening.
I lifted my head from Mike's cock and stood up straight as Nate removed his now drained member from my soaked pussy. I spit some of Mike's cum from my mouth and wiped it away with my hand.
Mike looked up and said to someone behind me, "Hey, Greg look what you missed. That's what you get for having to be first to the lake"
I turned around to see the black man I had seen earlier, at the entrance to the dusty path, watching us. He was wearing the same short and t-shirt combination that Mike and Nate wore.
"Did I miss out completely?" He asked as he began to step out of his shorts.
"We're finished." I said as I returned to buttoning my shirt.
"Not really" said Mike, "You said you'd fuck two of us if I ate you and I did. Well, I pass my fuck to Greg."
"That's not fair. I gave you a blow job and fucked your friend. We're even." I protested. "You said you'd fuck two of us. And you've only fucked Nate."
Greg joined the conversation, "Hey white lady, you got something against black people?"
I looked toward him. "No. It's just that I told them I would fuck them. Not anyone who happened by."
"So you'll fuck them 'cause they're white but you won't fuck a black guy. Are you racist?" He stepped toward me.
"No, I'm not racist. It's just that - " I paused, unsure what I could say to prove I wasn't racist.
Before I could form a response, he stepped very close to me. He took my hand, placing it on his flaccid penis. "Feel this" he said, "Can you tell if it's white or black?"
I didn't reply. Unconsciously, I began squeezing his member and gently moving my hand up and down, massaging a cock I had not seen that felt larger than any I had. I could feel him becoming bigger and harder as I continued the massage. He was almost erect. I was curious yet hesitant to look down at his enormous member I held in my hand. It was clearly much larger than Mike's or Nate's. Huge. I kept squeezing and massaging.
He moved even closer. He removed my hand from his cock and positioned himself so the tip of his cock was now between my legs, right at the entrance to my pussy. He gently rubbed it against my cunt lips.
Then, he bent his legs slightly, placing his cock beneath my pussy, while still keeping the tip against my cunt lips. He rose up slightly until he was beginning to enter me. I knew he wasn't going to fit. "Easy" I exclaimed. He continued to slowly lower and raise his hips, each time probing me a bit deeper with his massive cock. My body responded. Once again, my pussy moistened. I was getting wet. Between my new juices and the fluid remaining from Nate, I was very well lubricated. As he continued his up and down probing in and out of my cunt, my body involuntarily began to move up and down with him. My pussy muscles relaxed allowing his massive member to probe deeper and deeper into a previously unexplored region in my womb. By now he was as deep into me as he could get. Much deeper than I had ever expected or experienced before. I was ready for this assault into my vagina.
Suddenly he stopped probing. He removed his penis until just the tip remained inside my pussy. I squirmed on him, attempting to force him back in, deeper into my womanly chamber. I clinched my pussy on his cock. He remained still. My squirming only made me want him more. I looked at him questioningly.
"Can you tell if it's white or black?" he asked.
"No."
"Well, it's black. Do you like it inside you?"
"Yes"
"What do you want me to do with it, Miss Racist?"
He was teasing me. "I'm not racist." I responded.
"Do you want me to fuck you with this big black cock?"
"Yes" I answered meekly.
"Yes, what?" he replied.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me."
"With what?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck me with your big black cock." I said quietly. He was teasing again.
As he slowly began to straighten his legs, I found myself lifted onto his enormous member. I was forced to rise on my toes. I was now impaled on this huge black cock.
He continued straightening his legs. I had no choice but to grab his shoulders and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. I was now totally at the mercy of him and his massive cock.
He held me by my waist and began a rhythmic in and out, up and down motion between his cock and my pussy. I threw my head back and moaned gently.
He continued plunging into me. I couldn't believe it. I was once again desperate to cum.
"Oh, oh oh. Yes, yes. This feels so good! Fuck me.
He increased the tempo, thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Finally, it seemed as if he was also getting close to a climax. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as I was approaching what would be my third orgasm of the evening.
"Umm, Umm, Ummmm" I moaned as I rapidly felt my orgasm building inside me.
Just as I was on the brink of cumming, he stopped once again.
He couldn't have finished. I would have felt it.
"OK, white racist. Do you want this big, black cock to fill you with cum?"
Once again, I tried bouncing on his cock, but he held my waist and wouldn't let me. I couldn't bring myself to completion.
"Yes. Let me cum."
"Yes, what?" was his response
"Yes, I want your big black cock to fill me with cum! Make me cum."
Once again he began bouncing me up and down on his cock. Even faster and harder than before. Grabbing me by the waist and pushing me down onto his massive member. A minute of this and I was once again desperate to cum.
"Oh, Oh, Oh - I'm cummimg." I threw my head back and bounced up and down as he thrust deeper into me than ever before.
My orgasm was stronger than anything I had ever experienced. It was as if a tidal wave had formed in my pussy and swept through my entire being. For a moment, the only thing I experienced was the exultation of the orgasm as it pulsated throughout my entire body.
As I began to regain my senses, I realized he was still fucking me. He hadn't finished yet. Finally, he grabbed me, forcing me down tight onto his cock and began pumping his juices deeper into me than anything ever before. He filled me completely. His sperm overflowing and dripping from my pussy. It was over. He held me close for another minute. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. I was sexually satisfied as never before.
He lifted me from his loins as if I were a child, raised me up until my waist was even with his face and gently kissed my pussy. As he lowered me to the ground he paused as my face met his, and smiled at me, "Next time you'll be kissing mine." He then gently kissed my lips before placing me back on the ground. My legs were a bit shaky. I held onto his shoulders for another moment.
He looked at me, smiled and said "You know, for a racist little white girl, you're one fantastic piece of ass. Veryp retty, a tight pussy, beautiful firm ass. And I don't say that about many girls - black or white."
I wasn't sure I was happy being referred to as a "racist piece of ass" but I took it as a compliment.
"You weren't too bad yourself - for a black man." I looked at him, a bit embarrassed and smiled.
"We're good, little racist girl." He laughed and slapped me on my butt as he began to put on his shorts. Even in its flaccid state, his penis was larger than any I had ever imagined.
"Boy is Gary going to be pissed that he missed out on this." Mike exclaimed.
"He sure will be." replied Nate.
"Gary?" I inquired.
"Gary is my brother." Greg responded. "Actually, my twin brother. Usually the four of us train together one night a week. Gary was feeling lazy so he took the night off. He'll regret this forever. That is if he believes us. He'll probably think we made it up, since it is kind of hard to believe."
It was quiet. Everyone was just content.
I interrupted the silence, "Will someone show me the way back to the entrance to the lake trail? If I don't show up soon, my husband will probably call the cops or something."
"Your husband is up there and you're down here with us?" Greg asked. "Aren't you worried he'll miss you and come looking?"
"Nobody ever comes back here. Mike responded. "You can barely find this area from the lake trail. She's the only person we've ever seen here in all the times we've run these paths. Besides, he hasn't even made it around the trail yet." "Yeah, we'll get you back to the lake."
"Do you guys train here a lot?" I asked as we walked back to the trail.
"Not a lot. It varies. It depends on the type of workout we're doing. Sometime we train at the track. Sometime on the streets. Sometime on the bike trail 'cause it's flat. We train here when we want to do hills for cross-country. This place is a killer. We don't have a specific routine. We just do what we feel like at the time."
As we walked back the path toward the lake, I reflected on what had happened. Tonight had stirred some previously dormant sexual need within me. I was now sure I did not have an orgasm disorder unless the disorder was wanting too many. I was sure I would not be able to go back and live an unsatisfactorily sex life with Brian. I needed to find some way to achieve regular sexual satisfaction. I certainly didn't have one at present. We were back at the entrance to the lake trail. I watched as they turned and began to run back on the path.
"Hey," I called, before they got too far away.
They turned toward me.
"Why don't you train here next Thursday evening?" I lifted my skirt and flashed my little bush at them. "And bring Gary."
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