Rachel was your normal suburban housewife with two young children and a husband of ten years. At thirty-eight-years of age she was very much looking after her mind and body by regularly attending pilates lessons, whilst also going out three times a week for a five-mile run. She was a determined woman and mother who prided herself on getting rid of, and keeping off, the excess baby weight. She wasn't an athlete by any means, but she was still fitter than most women ten years her junior.
Standing five-seven with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, weighing a healthy 128lbs with a size ten waist and 34C bust, Rachel's husband was often the envy of many of his friends. Their stolen glances never went unnoticed by the blonde 'MILF' whenever she was in their presence. The same could be said of the dads on the school run, the strangers she walked past at the local supermarket or in the street, and those she passed and said good morning to on her runs.
One particular runner who smiled the brightest at her each time they passed was a man she found equally attractive to her husband, perhaps a little more so if she was being completely honest with herself. Having never stopped to speak to him she obviously didn't know his name. But that didn't matter, she was instinctively attracted to his tall, athletic build, handsome smile and well-kept beard. She put his age around early to mid-forties.
As she noticed the man becoming a regular on her route, so did she notice him becoming a regular in her thoughts. She didn't understand her feelings or curiosity. She was happily married with a satisfying sex life. She and her husband had never cheated on each other and she had never put herself in vulnerable situations with men whom she knew wanted her sexually. Convincing herself it was just 'one of those things' she began to look forward to her runs with vigour.
One particularly warm September Friday morning, after dropping her children off at school, she drove to the small car park on the edge of town to begin her routine run. When she pulled up she noticed 'his' car was already parked there. She felt a little heart flutter as she turned off the engine and checked her face over in the mirror, something she hadn't done before. She then fixed her hair into a ponytail. Apart from an elderly couple taking an early morning stroll along the country path, she didn't notice anyone else as she climbed out of her car in her running attire to begin her gentle warm up.
Rachel always looked and felt the part and today was no exception as she warmed up in her matching light grey midweight leggings and vest top. It hugged her body nicely, showing off her toned arms, legs and buttocks. Her breasts weren't as firm as they once were, but having breast fed both of her children they had remained fairly well rounded, soft and attractive. Comfortably encased inside the running top, her breasts were in keeping with the size of her body and shape.
Ten minutes later, with her glutes, hamstrings, quads and calf's warmed up, she walked through the gate separating the urban town and lush countryside and began with a gentle jog. She never ran whilst listening to music, preferring to listen to the sounds of nature as she worked out.
A couple of hundred metres along the flat country path, she picked up the pace and veered left along the more challenging route, which went up a steep hill into the forest. With nothing but fresh air and countryside all around her, Rachel filled her lungs with oxygen and further increased the pace, her breasts safely bouncing as one inside the secure confines of her running top.
Running in the opposite direction, and unbeknown to her, was the mystery handsome man. With his ears filled with music and his thoughts firmly fixed on improving his personal times, he didn't consider slowing down as he approached the tight, blind bend in the path. For him it was the beginning of the declining path out of the forest and back towards the finish line, but for Rachel it was the end of her uphill slog to where the path plateaued around the bend and into the forest, where she liked to rest her lungs before continuing. As fate would seemingly have it, the pair turned the corner at exactly the same time.
"Arggggghh!" shrieked Rachel, terrified half to death before the full force of the man hit her and sent her flying off the path.
"Ohhhh Shit!" the man panicked, realising there was nothing he could do as his hands instinctively came up to protect himself.
His flat palms pressed into her breasts as the pair accidentally collided. His strength and size, combined with the speed he was running at, was no match for the housewife.
"I'm so sorry! Are you ok? I didn't hear or see you!" the man rushed to her aid, sincerely apologetic and hoping she was ok.
"I'm alright," she lied, feigning a brave face before the shock quickly wore off. "Argggh shit my hands! My knee!" she soon winced and moaned, close to tears.
"I'm so sorry. Let me take a look," he said, bending to help her.
"I'm fine honestly. I don't need any help. I'll be ok," she insisted, her pride damaged as she rubbed her hands across her thighs in an attempt to halt the stinging.
But Rachel knew she was anything but fine. The force had knocked her sidewards off the path where she landed on her hands and knees, the left knee taking the brunt of the fall. Suddenly, glancing into each other's eyes, they recognised one another. He smiled, forgetting their brutal collision for a second, while Rachel blushed and let out a schoolgirl like giggle.
"I'm really sorry. Please let me help you, that cut in your trousers looks pretty bad," he said, dropping his gaze to her left knee. The fabric was torn, revealing a swollen blood-stained knee cap.
Without permission, he put an arm up and under, and around her body to her shoulders. It happened so quickly and naturally she didn't resist him when he put his other arm under her affected knee and helped her to her feet.
"There's no need to fuss me honestly," she felt embarrassed and shy. Despite the sweat on his body and forehead she could smell his fruity aftershave and it stirred her senses.
"Don't be silly," he told her with another smile, "the least I can do after causing your injuries is to help you. I carry a small first aid kit in my camel pack. I should be able to fix you."
"Arggggggh!" shrieked Rachel again through gritted teeth as soon as she attempted to stand on her own two feet.
"Come sit on these logs, you can relax while I fix you up with some wipes and a bandage."
Rachel allowed the man to help her hobble a few metres away from the path towards the logs, where she managed to sit and pick out a few small stones still imbedded in the palms of her hands.
"My names Luke by the way. What's your name?" he asked, quickly freeing his arms from his camel pack and unzipping it.
"Rachel," she replied, concerned more now with the stones in her hand.
"Ok Rachel, just try and relax and we'll get you back on your feet in no time," he tried to reassure her with another smile.
Rachel watched the handsome Luke as he unzipped the first aid kit and took out some pads, a bandage, and a pair of scissors, his arms looked strong and lean coming out of his t-shirt. Of all the ways she imagined speaking to him for the first time, this was never one of them. She smiled at his arms and her thoughts, cursing her typical bad luck.
"Just cut it, they're ruined anyway," she told him, as he stared at the scissors and contemplated how best to proceed.
"Ok," he nodded, before kneeling on his camel pack and lifting her leg.
Rachel felt a tingling sensation run the length of her spine when he placed one hand at her calf and the other at her hamstring. A soft sigh escaped her lips when she realised it was the most intimate a man, other than her husband, had touched her since she gave birth.
Luke sensed a tingle of his own upon hearing her soft sigh. He hadn't thought about anything other than helping her until that moment. But now he had her firm, toned leg in his grasp and resting across his thigh, his gaze instinctively drifted to the opening between her legs and the prominent outline of her vulva.
Women in running and yoga sportswear always drove him crazy, and Rachel was one of those women. He had only caught glimpses of her when they passed on the route or at the car park, but it was enough to trigger his hormones and have wicked thoughts about her. He suddenly felt consumed looking between her legs. He then noticed her wedding ring and his cock twitched.
"Are you ok?" she inquired, he looked deep in thought now.
"Oh, um ... yeah ... sorry," he stuttered, shaking his head. Rachel blushed; she knew where his mind had temporarily wandered to, if the direction of his gaze was anything to go by.
"Is that a tattoo on your right arm?" she asked, feeling she needed to break the tension when she noticed the circular design of black ink.
"Yeah, it's a mandala," he replied.
"It looks nice, it suits you," she closed her eyes in disbelief as soon as the words left her mouth, she realised she was flirting.
"Thanks," he smiled at her sudden realisation.
Luke then refocused and began carefully cutting a large section of the material away from her knee. The cut looked a lot worse than it actually was, but with only basic first aid knowledge he wasn't taking any chances. Once her swollen bleeding knee was exposed, he told her to prepare for a little more pain as he soaked a gauze pad in saline solution and gently dabbed the skin with it. Rachel hissed a sharp inhale of breath at the initial stinging sensation, which caused her to sit up and thrust her chest forwards.
"Sorry," winced Luke, but his eyes were looking at her breasts and the hint of her protruding nipples when he apologised. He was definitely aroused.
"No you're not," Rachel blushed once more as she joked, feeling her own arousal beginning to stir as his wandering eye affected her.
Luke chuckled. "Don't make me feel any more guilty than I already do."
Rachel giggled and then glanced all around them, it was only her and Luke as far as she could see, before she settled back down again and watched him gently pat her knee with a pad of tissues.
The next few minutes passed silently, except for the odd gasp of excitement and whimper of pain from Rachel, as Luke finished cleaning and treating the wound. Finally he applied a non-adhesive pad with a bandage and the chemistry between the pair was evident. Rachel was aroused by him, and she wanted him to flirt with her so she could relieve herself of any guilt if she flirted back. Luke sensed she was waiting on something, but he respected she was married, even though that only increased his desire for her.
"All done," he beamed proudly, looking into her eyes and still holding her leg.
"Thanks," she smiled, meeting his gaze and not attempting to move her leg.
They remained in that position staring at one another like two curiously shy teenagers, waiting for the other to say what was truly on their mind. Then Luke broke their trance. Still staring into her eyes, he gently moved her leg, bending it at the knee before softly placing her foot back on the ground. Rachel stopped smiling and gulped. She found him attractive, tentative and so god damn sexy that she felt she had to drop her gaze. The sight of his muscular thighs made her smile again. He looked so hot with his shorts and t-shirt revealing his athletic physique that she wished her other knee required the same medical attention.
"Do you think you'll be able to walk?" he asked, standing with his arm out and offering his hand to help her up.
Uncontrollably, Rachel watched the muscles in his legs tense as he stood, before her gaze lingered at his groin and the bulge inside his running shorts.
"I think I'll be ok," she murmured awkwardly as she carefully lifted herself up from the log.
Luke smirked and moved in to support her anyway. As he swooped in and wrapped a strong arm around her body to support her again, she felt a tingling sensation, only this time it began between her legs before it travelled the length of her spine. Pulling her tight against his body, as her feet took the full weight of her body, they both felt her left breast squash into his side. Luke noticed her scent for the first time, detecting a subtle blend of expensive perfume and coconut shampoo, which caused his cock to twitch again.
He didn't want to, and neither did she want him to, but he let go of her and allowed her to stand without any assistance. The bandage felt a little restrictive around her knee, but she was able to walk unaided, much to their disappointment.
"Thank you, Luke," she smiled warmly, feeling giddy at sounding his name for the first time.
"It's the least I could do," he returned her smile. "Would you like me to walk you back to your car? I'm assuming you're not continuing with your run." They both laughed before Rachel nodded and thanked him for offering to walk her back.
She didn't want either of them to leave the forest, but she knew the tension was becoming dangerously risky. Sensing her reluctance to leave, Luke found himself unable to hold back his feelings any longer. He turned her towards him and pulled her in close. Rachel gasped then lost all sense of reality when his soft lips touched hers. Naturally, they closed their eyes, parted their lips, and allowed their tongues inside to entwine and kiss. Rachel couldn't remember the last time she had been kissed so passionately when he brought his left hand up to the right side of her face and smoothed her cheek. She felt herself submitting further when his hand smoothed up to the side of her head and his fingers reached between the strands of her blonde hair.
The experience quickly turned into the hottest she could ever remember, and she forgot she was married. She allowed this hunky stranger to kiss her like he was her lover while his hands moved to roam the sides of her body, until they came to rest on her arse. Moaning into each other's mouths, Rachel hadn't noticed him gently guiding them towards an opening in the trees. By the time she realised they were partially out of view, his hands were sliding down her lower back and past the elastic waistband of her tight-fitting running trousers.
"Oh, Luke," she gasped, aroused and excited, "I can't ... we mustn't ..."
Ignoring her token pleas, which he knew were being driven by her guilty conscience, he moved his mouth down to her neck. Her eyes drifted closed as she tilted her head and allowed him full access to the supple, sensitive flesh. His soft, erotic kisses drove her wild. Pouring fuel onto the fire, he gently dug his fingers into her toned buttocks and massaged them.
"Luke," she gasped, "Luke,"
His response to her soft sighs was to gently suck on her neck, not enough to leave any marks, but enough to push her conscience to the side. Rachel wrapped her arms tight around the back of his shoulders, holding on as he teased her neck and worked the waistband down a couple of inches further.
"Oh, Luke, oh ... oh ... god ..."
With her mind awash with the excitement he was inflicting upon her, she didn't protest when his one hand moved out of her trousers and back to cup her face, while the other moved around the waistband to the front. She welcomed his tongue back inside her mouth and once again closed her eyes. Kissing feverishly, Rachel shuffled her legs a few inches apart and groaned deeply into his mouth.
There wasn't much room inside the tight confines of her trousers, but Luke managed to position his hand at her mound and curl his index and middle fingers upwards
"Uh ... uh fuck! Luke, oh god, Luke!" she moaned, breaking the kiss before he forced his tongue back inside her mouth and began stroking her wet lips and clit with the tips of his two fingers.
Whilst kissing like a pair of horny teenagers, Luke dropped his hand from her face and yanked on the waistband until she was exposed to nature. The cool air rushed in to meet the warmth radiating from her. She jolted, moaned and then moved her hips backwards and forwards slowly. She had quickly become so wet that Luke was able to slip a finger inside. He groaned at her slickness, welcoming his long digit inside her body before he slipped the second one in.
"I'll come," she panted, dropping her head into his tensed chest. "Oh fuck I'm going to come."
"Do it Rachel," Luke finally spoke. "Take out my cock and come."
Without hesitation, she urgently put her hand inside his shorts and took out his erect cock. She gasped at his size, thickness and circumcision before her climax arrived.
"Uh ... uh fuck ... fuck ... uh ... uhhhhhhhhh fuck!"
Pulling harder and harder on his shaft with each shudder from her climax, Rachel gasped and panted as she leaned against his powerful physique. As soon as her orgasm subsided she felt those strong, experienced hands once more. Upon her shoulders she felt a gentle downward force being applied. With her tingling pussy still exposed, she dropped to her knees and took the circumcised head into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck yes!" Luke groaned like an animal in the wild.
He put a hand on top of her blonde head and began to move his hips. Rachel cupped his balls and massaged them, whilst massaging the head of his cock with her warm, wet swirling tongue. His cock wasn't huge, but it was bigger than average with nice girth, and she was shocked at how much she was enjoying having him inside her mouth.
Being reminded of the pain in her knee as it throbbed, Rachel shifted up into a squat, her heightened arousal giving her the strength to continue. Then taking his cock out of her mouth, she pushed it against his stomach and licked the sensitive underside of his shaft from the base to the tip. Repeating the pleasurable act a few more times, she then engulfed the head between her lips and started stroking his shaft.
"Oh fuck that's an awesome blowjob!" Luke complimented her efforts with another deep, throaty groan in the wild.
He glanced down and smiled at her left hand stroking his cock into her mouth. The wedding and engagement rings glistened as she gripped and worked him. If she kept this up for much longer he knew he would be shooting his load down her throat. As much as that thought pleased him, it was her pussy he wanted to flood.
"Lets go lay down," he pointed at a small area of soft ground beneath the canopy.
Rachel stopped and followed his finger with her eyes. She instantly agreed, having completely forgotten who and where she was. All she wanted now was this sexy man to fuck her.
"I don't suppose you have any condoms in that pack of yours do you?" she giggled, not holding out for much hope.
Luke chuckled as he led her flat back down on the ground. "No, sorry, I don't usually do this sort of thing."
Rachel flung her head back and laughed up at the canopy of trees, before suddenly she was moaning again as Luke got down on his stomach and started lapping at her folds. She covered her face with her hands and giggled in between moans. Eventually she stopped giggling. Luke was hungrily eating her pussy when he raised his hands to her chest and pushed her running top upwards. Her mummy breasts wobbled as he set them free, and her nipples hardened in the fresh air. Her hands remained on her face while he groped her tits and used his tongue to get her off.
"Oh my god that was insane ... this is insane," she giggled after satisfyingly receiving her second climax from his oral skills.
"In for a penny in for a pound," he smirked, before wiping her juice from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You seriously don't have any protection?" she displayed concern for the first time as Luke shuffled between her spread legs with his rock-hard cock in his hand.
"I'm clean and I can pull out if you need me to," he told her, positioning his cock and its leaking pre-cum at her entrance.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, feeling the engorged head rubbing the length of her soaking wet lips. "You have to pull out, I'm not on the pill."
"Don't worry, Rachel, I won't get you pregnant. That's your husbands job," he said, pushing just his circumcised head inside her.
"Ohhhhh fuck ... no ... he ... he had the snip ... so ... you can't cum inside me."
Luke pulled out and took pleasure in her acceptance that she was cheating. "I won't cum inside you. But I want you to guide my cock into your body."
"Wh ... what? Just put it in," she moaned in frustration that he had withdrawn.
"You do it," he smirked, slapping her clit with his cock.
Rachel rolled her eyes with a giggle and reached for his cock with her right hand, ready to feed it into her body.
"Use the left one," he smirked once more.
Finally understanding what he wanted, Rachel looked deeply into his eyes and grabbed his cock with her left hand. "Why does it need to be my left hand," she teased and returned his smirk.
Luke stared hard into her sparking blue eyes while she stroked his cock and positioned the head back at her opening. He then glanced down at her hand and her rings. "They're why," he groaned and pushed his cock all the way up inside her.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck ... Luke ... fuck me!" she shrieked, bucking her hips up and off the ground to meet his thrusts.
As much as Luke wanted to spend the rest of the day fucking her something rotten, he knew he wasn't going to last long. From underneath, she wrapped her arms and legs around his waist and back and begged him to make her come right there in the forest. More than willing to oblige the hot little blonde wife, Luke withdrew the full length of his shaft, keeping just his circumcised head inside, before he drove hard back inside her. Surprised by how tight she felt, he drove in and out of her pussy using his full body weight. Each time he slammed down on top of her, Rachel screamed in ecstasy. Not only was his cock the right length to give her what she needed, it had the girth she had always wondered about.
"Argggggh fuck, you better cum soon before I do!" he grunted into her ear without slowing his thrusts.
"Just keep going and ... I will!" she panted beneath him.
Luke closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, her pussy contacting around his shaft, combined with the sloshing noises emitting from her pussy each time he slammed balls deep inside her was pushing him closer and closer towards the edge.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep going ... uh ... uh ... fuck Luke I'm gonna cum!"
"I can't hold it, Rach, I need to pull out."
"No ... uh ... uh ... not yet ... keep going!"
"I'm going to blow!"
"Uhhhhhh fuck yes ... uh ... uh fuuuuuuuuuck!" Rachel screamed and the birds fled from the branches above as she bellowed her third orgasm from the tops of her lungs.
Luke tried but he hadn't the willpower when her climax ripped through her body and her sensitive insides convulsed violently around his shaft. She became so tight and wet during her orgasm that he could only open his eyes wide and grunt as wildly as she did, before he felt his cock begin to pulse. Rachel felt it to, that unmistakable sensation of a man ejaculating deep inside her pussy. Six powerful spasms from his cock later, and Rachel released her tight grip.
They kept sticking their bodies with each other with Luke's cock fully inside her clit and remained like that for about ten more minutes. After ten mins. of sticking with each ther Luke roll off of her.
"Shit!" she panted. "Shit! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit!" she screamed before giggling.
"That was fucking awesome!" Luke chuckled.
Having fallen back to earth with an almighty reality check, Rachel quickly rose to her feet, pulled up her trousers and pulled down her top. The pain in her knee returned, although she knew it had never left her. Luke quickly followed and patted off the dirt on her back.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yes, yes," she was beginning to panic. "But do you mind if we don't walk back to our vehicles together."
"Urm," Luke's ego was hurt, "yeah ... but ..."
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what the hell just happened to me ..."
"We just fucked!" he chuckled.
"You know what I mean. Please ... you need to go before somebody sees us."
"A bit late for that don't you think? I just want to make sure you get back safe with that knee."
"I'll be fine, honestly. Please just go and I'll manage."
Sensing the distress in the blonde wife, Luke reluctantly accepted her decision, picked up his camel pack and resumed his run. Rachel sat back down on the log to gather her thoughts and check the bandage on her knee, before composing herself for the long arduous walk back to her car. It would prove to be the longest walk of her life for more reasons than one, she knew.
Comments