I needed space. I needed fresh air. I needed a place to walk where I didn’t have to worry about getting hit by a car. Maybe my head was playing games with me, or again, maybe it was just my hormones, but I felt the look conveyed more. (Wishful thinking.) Or maybe it was just the way I dressed. After all, I was likely the only one for miles that daily wore a cowboy hat, boots and a buckle as part of their wardrobe. So, it could have been a look of curiosity.
I walked on with the image of her literally running through my mind. My sex was thickening and getting longer the more and more I thought about her. How I wanted to pin her up against a tree and kiss her madly. The world disappeared and it was only us. And back again. She was encouraging me. Pulling her to me we were now pressed together. She held my head against her breast as my lips and tongue consumed her perfectly shaped melons. Then suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. She merely waved as she passed by and I foolishly gave her a nod and a tip of my hat. Faster. And back again. I may not have known who she was, but it didn’t matter.
