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Subject: {ASSM} Walking Exercise
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Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 07:10:07 -0500
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Walking Exercise
 
    Waiting to make the left turn  from Route 9 into the park.  Vanderbilt 
Estate an old Victorian mansion and  grounds, bought with the money of 
Steamboat and Railroad Magnate Cornelius  Vanderbilt.  Over 200 prime acres of 
land along the majestic Hudson  River.  Making the slow turn to drive between 
the tall stone pillars, then  down the winding road across the stone bridge 
and up past the gardens.   Nodding and waving good morning to other fellow 
user of the park for walking or  jogging. 
    Turning into the circle of green  fronting the huge stone mansion.  
Driving slowly and passing more people  using the park to get some exercise.  
The first round of people already  gone as the park opened an hour ago at 
sunrise.  The older couple with  their huskies, beautiful silver and grey and 
white streaked.  The woman  with her Ipod, never looking up or acknowledging 
the others as she passes.   The college boy jogging around the circle. 
Driving my Sierra pickup into the  parking area across from the Administration 
Building.  The parking lot on  the south end starting to fill with employees 
of the State and a few visitors  wanting to take an inside tour of the house. 
 The northwestern park of the  lot, spaced with a number of familiar 
vehicles, seeing the ramp for the huskies  on the back of a suv.  Pulling into my 
spot fourth from the end.   Finding my stopwatch and making sure it works, 
then my Tigger baseball  hat.  Putting my keys into the pocket of my running 
shorts and my purse  under the armrest.  Noth taking my water bottle as 
today is an all walk  day, as opposed to every other where I jog for a bit.
    Climbing out of my truck, feeling a  light breeze against the loose 
pant legs of my black shorts.  My burgundy  tank top loose on my torso.  
Bending at the curve to reties my  sneakers.  Feeling the pant legs ride up the 
back of my leg.   Wondering if I am giving a show to anyone.  A few stretching 
exercises for  my legs and lower torso and then a "click" of my stopwatch.  
Putting it in  my left pocket, the string hanging outside.  Turning to see 
the college boy  doing a wind sprint from one end to the other and back.  
Then heading out  north along the roadway.  The idyllic setting of trees and 
grass, and the  views of the river below and the mountains across from the 
park breath  taking. 
    A slow pace to loosen up my legs,  then gradually picking up the speed. 
 Arms swinging straight ahead, thumbs  pointed forward, my long legs 
setting a quick pace.  Nodding warm greetings  to the lone women and men, walking 
for exercise.  Many with an assortment  of canine friends.  Not breaking my 
stride; but acknowledging each as I  pass in either direction.  Enjoying the 
feel of my leg muscles stretching  with each stride.  My breath even and 
not hurried, slowly elevating as I  step up the pace again.  Almost wishing 
that I had learned how to race  walk.  But shaking my head, as I think how 
awkward those walkers look, even  though they eat up the distance.  Hearing a 
car behind me and stepping to  the side.  A quick good morning to the woman 
as she passes on the one way  road.  A quick five and a half minutes to the 
north gate.  Then a turn  around and back the way I came, past the parking 
lot and into the circle, once  twice and three times around.
    Then back past the parking area,  picking up the pace.  The low fog 
wreathing the river, burning away, as the  sun climbs in the sky.  Feeling the 
sweat work out around my arms and under  my hair.  Moisture building up 
around the waistband of my shorts, the  juncture of my thighs and lower body.
    Slowing again, to change the  pace.  Feeling the tightening of my legs 
muscles, then stretching, hearing  the sound of sneakers behind me, a 
jogging pace, and watching the young man,  pass me, a half turn and wave, 
"morning" flashing my winning smile at the young  man.  Seeing the long lines of his 
legs, the smooth gait.  The shorts  tightening and loosening around the 
tops of his thighs.  The tapered "V" of  his upper body.  Seeing the tan marks 
of a tee on his bare wet skin.   His tee  gripped loosely in his left hand.
    My eyes pulled from the freighter on  the river, as I hear a loud grunt 
and then a curse.  Eyes tracking the  young man as he falls to the ground 
gripping his ankle.  My fast walk,  breaking into a jog, as I quickly pull 
alongside of the man.  One hand  gripping  his ankle, the other massaging his 
calve.
    Kneeling down beside him, feeling the  dewy grass against my knees.  
"What" happened."  Feeling stupid as the  obvious is staring me in the face, 
but asking the question all the same.   The man looking up with his dark blue 
eyes, "I got a leg cramp, and then twisted  my ankle." 
    My hand moving to his ankle, the long  slender fingers probing gently.  
Seeing him wincing as I pressed too  hard.  "Can you move it slowly?"  
Watching as he tips his toes  forward, then upwards, then the foot side to side. 
 Seeing a little twitch  of pain, as he does.  "I think you twisted it 
hard; but nothing permanent,  but I am not a Doctor or a nurse."  Seeing the 
flesh already swelling and  discoloring.  Taking my partially melted water 
bottle, ice still a skeleton  in it, and placing it against his ankle.  Seeing 
him wince again, but not  jerking away from the cold touch.
    Looking around and not seeing anyone  else, I turn back to the young 
man.  "Let's get you to a bench and your  foot raised."  The youth nodding as 
I help him up.  Feeling his lanky  frame leaning on my shoulder, his arm 
draping around my neck.  My hand  securing his waist and holding him to my body 
as we three legged limp to the  nearby bench. Though long and lean, the 
young man feels heavy on my  shoulder.
    Navigating the roadway to the grass  and then to the bench, and 
swinging him gently onto the wooden slats of the  seat.  Lifting his leg up and 
resting it on the bench.  Reapplying the  ice bottle to the swollen limb.  
Feeling him jerk as I touch his ankle,  thinking I hurt him.  Then seeing his 
hand reaching to his calve  again.  Fingers digging into the knotted flesh of 
his "charlie  horse".  Carefully lifting his ankle and sitting down, resting 
it on my  lap.  Raising it above his leg.  Taking his tee and tying it 
around  the bottle and ankle.   Then gently encircling his wrist and pulling  
his hand from the knotted muscle. 
    My fingers kneading the hard tissue,  slowly feeling it relax under the 
ministration of my long fingers.  Feeling  the muscle soften to a firm warm 
mass of flesh.  The man lying back with  his eyes closed.  One hand 
gripping his knee, the other tight against the  side of the bench.
    "Do you want me to call for medical  attention?"  Watching his eyes 
open, noting the delicate hairs of his  eyelids, almost feminine, framing those 
dark blue piercing eyes.  Catching  my breath, and then breathing again. 
Seeing a small smile appear on his  face.  Wondering if he is smiling at 
"another woman, an older woman, "  smitten by his beautiful eyes.  "No, I am 
okay, let me rest for a little  bit then I will hop, skip and jump back to my 
bike."
    "Are you parked by the  mansion?"  His nod, indicating yes, knowing 
there is a bike rack  there.  "Well you are in luck young man," smiling with my 
eyes and  lips.  "I have a pickup truck and can put your bike in the back 
and I will  drive you home.  You can't pedal with that ankle."
    Seeing his mouth tighten again, as  another "charlie horse" tightens 
his calve.  Leaning over and industriously  working my fingers into the 
tissue, feeling it relax again.  Seeing the man  wet his lips.  "You are 
dehydrated young man.  Doesn't your mother  tell you to drink liquids when 
exercising?"  Feeling old as I realize what  I said.  Seeing him smile then a soft 
laugh.  "You sure don't look  like or look old enough to be my mother."  
Feeling a blush of heat color my  cheeks, as I assimulate his compliment.
    Looking away to the river far below  the rolling lawn, then back to the 
young man, as I undo the shirt around his  ankle.  Taking out the bottle of 
water, and opening it, as I extend it to  him.  "Drink.  You need fluids."
    Feeling his upper leg tightening  now.  "Again".  The man smiling 
widely now.  "You do sound like  my mother."  Dutifully taking another sip, then 
another.  Taking the  bottle from his hand, feeling how warm it is as my 
fingers brush against  it.  Securing it in the shirt not wanting to burn it 
with the ice, and  rewrapping it around the ankle.
    My fingers massaging his thigh, just  above his knee, then back to his 
calve.  Feeling his leg flexing, the  rigidness leaving the long limb.  
"Now, that you had a chance to assess,  did you injure any other part?"  Looking 
up at him as I ask, seeing his  eyes lowered, gauging where they are 
focused.  Feeling another flush in my  face, as he looks up at my question.  My 
hard nipples aching with a soft  pleasure, as I realize they are darting the 
thin material of my top.   Becoming very conscious of my sweat and body 
scent.  The sheen of sweat  beading my face and between my breasts, in the folds 
of my thighs as they meet  my body, dripping down the crack between my ass 
cheeks.  All of this  information, flooding my brain so quickly.
    "Did you hear me, nothing else really  pains me.  Hello."  Snapping out 
of my revelry and looking at him  again.  My thighs tightening, as I gently 
massage the sore calve.   Looking down and seeing a bulge in his crotch, 
his loose pant leg, not hiding  the fullness of his jock.  "You are so kind to 
me," his hand reaching to  mine, fingers gripping and intertwining in my 
fingers, as he looks at me.   My resistance melting as the ice in the water 
bottle is.  His hand  releasing mine as he lays back against the bench again.  
His fingers  releasing mine, but only after my hand was drawn closer to 
him.  The small  hand touching the warm flesh of his upper thigh.  Feeling a 
light fuzz of  hair on his leg.  My fingers teasing the thin soft hairs.  My 
eyes  looking at his well defined chest.  The hairless upper body, the small 
hard  nipples, the outlines of a forming "sixpack".
    Not realizing how my breath has  changed as I tease the thin hairs of 
his leg.  "What's your name?  The  question shaking me to my senses again.  
Most call me "Raven."  "And  what is yours?"  My fingers continuing to 
massage and caress the long right  leg.  His hand covering mine again, "you can 
call me  George."
    "Raven?".  Looking up at him,  "yes."  "You notice I didn't call you 
Mother or Mommy?"  His hand  lifting mine and placing it next to the bulge in 
his shorts.  His eyes  asking another question, as he pulls his shorts pant 
leg out of the way.   My eyes looking down, riveted as I watch his hands 
pulling on his jock and  freeing his penis and testicle sack.  My mouth opening 
a little as I watch  in rapt wonder, seeing the long thick shaft, pulsing 
against the side of my  hand.  The heavy ball sack resting between his legs 
on the bench.  A  soft moan from my lips, as my hand turns and touches the 
pulsing cock.   Feeling the warmth and smooth flesh.  Soft on top and hard 
beneath.   Fingers curling to wrap partially around the swollen veined shaft. 
His hand  lifting mine from the cock engorged shaft, and turning it palm up, 
kissing it  and then spitting into the cup of my palm.  Bringing the hand 
down again,  to wrap around the warm rod.  My fingers sliding up the shaft.  
The  spittle making them slide smoothly.  The thick mushroom head a nasty 
dark  red.  My thumb, knowingly turning to press the nail where the glan and  
shaft meet on the underside.  Pressing the sensitive spot, being rewarded  
with a soft moan of pleasure.
    My head finally pulled from the sight  of his glorious young cock, and 
looking around the expanse of lawn and  trees.  Not seeing anything nearby.  
Wondering how I could have been  mesmerized into not even checking if 
anyone is watching.  Hearing the wet  sound of my fingers sliding up and down the 
pliable cock.  Groaning, then  moaning as I realize, I need more.  My 
thighs clenched tight  together.  Feeling the moisture ready to seep from my 
excited vulva.   Hissing as I catch my breath again.  Feeling the living shaft 
pulsing in my  fingers. 
    Sliding from under his leg.   Lifting it up and as he slides down a 
little, letting it rest on the arm of the  other side of the bench.  My fingers 
not releasing the blood swollen shaft  as I kneel on the grass in front of 
the young man.  Feeling his hand lift  my chin up and look into my eyes.  
Moaning again, as I see his smile, his  knowing eyes, seeing right through me. 
 Feeling the grass against my knees  a small stone pressing into my left 
knee, I lean forward and fingers holding the  hard shaft, I press my tongue 
tip to the distended pee slit.  Tasting the  clear liquid oozing from the 
opening.  My chest heaving with effort, as I  my lips open.  Taking the mushroom 
into my mouth. Filling my cheeks like a  chipmunk.  Working my mouth up and 
down the thick head and shaft.   Feeling as his hips move to rotate his 
cock forward to meet each of my  movements. 
    His strong male musk and sweat,  assailing my nostrils.  Feeling the 
shaft throbbing in my mouth.  His  hands holding my head to his crotch.  
Raising my eyes, seeing his head  thrown back, as he enjoys the tribute that my 
mouth is paying his hard  prick.  His hands taking control now, working my 
head up and down his long  hard shaft.  Drool sliding from my lips, as I gasp 
and gag as his hands  hold me pressed into his pubic area.  His corn sillk 
pubic hair tickling my  nose and cheeks.
    Then as I choke, I feel his body  lifting from the bench again.  
Holding my head tight, as the head swells,  pulses and then discharges thick ropes 
of creamy white cum in the back of my  throat.  My eyes closing as I 
swallow and swallow again.  The unending  spunk of youth, filling my mouth, 
filling my tummy and spilling out the sides of  my lips.  Eyes watering as I gulp 
a thick glout of cum, then another.   Finally after the fifth or was it the 
tenth spurt, his hand releases my head,  and then milks the last of his cum 
into my mouth.  Looking up at him,  seeing his smile of triumph.  Feeling a 
string of white cum hanging from my  chin.  My index finger catching it and 
feeding it to my sore lips and  cheeks.
    Sitting back on my legs, his cock  semi hard.  Feeling the wet 
frustration between my thighs, as I watch the  meaty rod swaying wetly.  Not able to 
speak, not sure what just  happened.  Why it happened.  Shaking my head and 
looking at him  again.  Seeing the shy boy, not so shy now.  His eyes and 
lips saying  to me that he got what was due to him.  The young man, 
confident.   Aware of his good looks, his great physical appearance.  And his boyish  
charm, belying the sexuality that he exudes.
    Feeling flustered, and turning to  check his ankle, knowing my nipples 
thrusting hard at my shirt and my face red  and flushed and sticky with 
moisture, lets him know that I am a MILF.  A  Coyote.  Feeling humiliated at the 
same time that I am filled with  excitement.  My hand fumbling at the key 
in the back pocket of my  shorts.  "Let me get my vehicle and I will drive 
you to your bike and  home."
    "That will be fine Raven.  I  will wait for you here."  Standing and 
one last look at him on the  bench.  The sardonic smile and the still bobbing 
cock, curled like a  banana, but still jutting from his groin.
    Turning and walking quickly back the  roadway to the parking lot.  
Passing a few people I know from walking  here.  Waving and a brief hello as we 
pass, wondering if they saw what was  happening on the bench, just a few 
feet from the roadway.  My strides  causing my swollen wet labia to rub against 
each other.   Hearing or  imagining I am hearing the wet sucking of my 
lips, my needy lips.  My  breathing labored from the pace of my walking and the 
adrenaline drive from the  ordeal at the bench.  Feeling my nipples aching 
each time the loose shirt  brushes against the sensitive tips.  Moaning as I 
walk in frustration,  needing to touch myself, but knowing that I can't in 
public.  The five  minute walk, feeling like an hour. 
    Taking my keys and pressing the locks  button.  Then stepping up to the 
side step and into the roomy driver's  seat.  Hands gripping the steering 
wheel then taking a sip of my  energy water from the door.  Turning the key 
in the ignition, the soft roar  of the powerful engine.  Engaging it in 
reverse, and backing out of the  spot.  Then minding the 15mph speed limit as I 
pass a couple of  walkers.  One hand on the wheel, the other rubbing gently 
on the crotch of  my shorts.  Fingers pushing the leg out of the way and 
touching the swollen  lips with a soft stroke of a finger.  Moaning as I lean 
forward on the  wheel, my finger pressing harder.  Then fighting myself and 
pulling the  finger away.  Gripping the steering wheel in a death grip as I 
maneuver to  the bench overlooking the river.  Putting on my flashers, and 
parking as  near as I can to the bench. 
    Walking over to see George laying  back, his body still exposed, his 
hand stroking the again hard cock.  The  shaft red and the head a dark maroon 
almost.  My eyes watching one, two  then a third stroke of her fingers 
around the long shaft.  "I thought you  changed your mind to pick me up, I was a 
bit bored; but thought about you, and  look what happened."  I could almost 
knock the smirk off his face; but at  the same time his words burned into my 
brain, my psyche. (Thinking of me caused  him to be hard again.)  Knowing 
he is playing me; but helpless as he feeds  my low self esteem.
    "Let me help you up."  Reaching  to move his leg to the ground.  Trying 
desperately to ignore the waving  flag of his aroused cock.  Feeling his 
hand around my back and cupping one  of my breasts, as his hip presses against 
mine as we walk to the passenger side  of the vehicle.  "You aren't going 
to do anything about my problem  Raven."  His hand exposing his hard pulsing 
cock again.  My eyes drawn  to the thick mushroom growing from his pant leg. 
 Panting helplessly as I  stand on the passenger side.  His long fingers, 
caressing my left nipple  through my shirt.  Feeling the electrical shocks 
from his fingertips to my  core.  My thighs squeezing tight on my vulva.  My 
legs actually  trembling as his fingers play my nipple and breast like an 
instrument.  Not  able to push his hand away.  Eyes locked to his as he draws 
me closer, his  fingers still gripping my nipple.  Hissing behind closed 
lips, as he twists  slowly.  My body leaning to him.  His other hand reaching 
down and  finding my wide pant leg.  Fingers touching the pouty lips behind 
the  sopping material of my panties.  Mewling helplessly as he caresses my  
labia, his fingers sawing the lips apart, pushing the thin material against 
the  walls of my warm wet pussy.
    Drawing my face down to his crotch,  his swaying cock.  My lips opening 
and tongue licking at the warm  flesh.  "Please, not here, let me find a 
place to park."  My mouth and  lips still touching, sucking, licking his hard 
cock.  Then feeling him  release my nipple, his other hand moving away from 
my crotch.  My eyes  glazed for a couple of second, and then shaking myself 
clear.  Eyes closing  and then opening.  Stepping back from the door and 
closing it gently.   Leaning against it and finally finding the strength to 
walk around to the other  side.
    Taking a deep breath, not looking at  him and putting the vehicle in 
gear, driving to the north entrance of the park,  then south on Route 9 to the 
Main Entrance again.  Finding his bike and  with effort, putting it in the 
back of the truck.  Turning to George,  "shall I take you home?"  His 
tumescent organ exposed as his fingers  continue to stroke.  Driving slowly to the 
back gate again as I wait for  his answer.
    Sensing him sliding to the center of  the truck, his hand moving to my 
shorts again, pushing the material away, as his  fingers work a groove into 
them, then pull them to the side, his fingers,  pushing into my wet hole.  
Moaning as I brake, almost stopping as I feel my  walls clamp on the two 
fingers.  My hips lifting and sliding forward on the  seat, giving him easier 
access.  My fingers digging into the steering  wheel.  As my pussy squeezes on 
his fingers.  Turning down the hill at  the back wall of the park and 
driving to the jutting island of land, Bard  Rock.  Parking the truck in a hard 
braking of stones, as I slam the shift  into park.  Moaning as I grind on his 
fingers, helplessly squirming on them  like a fish on a hook.  His fingers 
hooking my walls, so the simile so  true.
    Turning to him, reaching for his cock  and bending over.  My lips again 
sucking on the fat head of his  muscle.  Hearing the door open on his side. 
 Feeling the seat laying  prone to the back seat.  "Get over here momma."  
The young man lifting  up and pushing his shorts and jock down his legs.  
His almost bare torso  exposed from crotch to upper chest.  Scrambling over 
the seat, to straddle  his lap, pushing my own shorts down and wiggling out of 
them and my  panties.  Then straddling his warm flesh, lifting my lower 
body up and  feeling the fat cock head press against my pussy lips. Leaning 
forward, my lips  finding a small hard nipple, biting and sucking it as I 
slowly lower my body  onto the hard cock.   Moaning into his chest, as I feel the 
walls  pushed open and then forming a sheath around the warm muscle of his 
prick.   My breathing hard and fevered as I raise up, using my legs to work 
my body up  and down his cock.  My walls squeezing and clenching on the 
thick knob and  shaft.  Again and again, the rhythm more feverish and disjointed 
as I feel  my core building to an orgasm.........then feeling him thrust 
upwards.  His  cock spewing more of his rich white creamy seed into my depths. 
 Keening  like a banshee, as I feel his cock expanding and another thrust 
deep into my  body, and another.  My labia bruising as I feel each hard 
thrust of his  cock and body against my nether region.
    Looking down at him as I straddle his  cock, my walls still moving 
inside as I sit on his lap backwards.  His eyes  closed, enjoying the pressure 
of my cunt walls on his cock.  His smile  wreathing his lips as I milk his 
cock dry.  Looking down at him, his face  seemingly reposed in a restful 
sleep.  Feeling myself pull my top up and  over my head and lay against his 
chest.  My hard nipples pressing into his  hairless flesh.  The small breasts 
flattening as my weight presses them  against his body.  A few brief seconds of 
repose, hearing his heartbeat, as  I lay my head on his chest.  Then 
lifting and leaning forward, to kiss his  slightly parted lips.  Wetting mine and 
touching his, feeling them yield  for a moment.  Then his eyes opening wide. 
 Turning his head away from  mine.  "Don't touch my mouth with those cummy 
lips."  My eyes opening,  not understanding his words immediately.  Then as 
they dawn on me, my eyes  go wide. My lips starting to form words, as he 
pushes me up and off of his  body.
    Still in shock, as I feel his cock  separating from my body with a wet 
sucking sound.  Feeling tears of  frustration in my eyes, as I sit back on 
the drivers seat, my lower body leaking  his juices.  Not saying a word as I 
reach for my top, pulling it over my  head and arms.  Feeling the pleasure 
of it grazing my sensitive  nipples.  My shorts and panties laying on the 
floor of the passenger  side.  Reaching for them and feeling his hand grab my 
arm.  "Clean me  up Raven."  Still in shock, my mouth and lips lick and suck 
the cum from  around his pubic area.  Finally sitting up and handing him his 
 shorts.
    "I will take you home now."  The  words like dry sand in my mouth, as I 
turn the key in the ignition.  Slowly  driving back out of the park once 
again, knowing the address that he gave me,  and driving to the apartment 
complex.  Struggling to pull the bike down  from the back of the pickup, and 
leaning it against the side of the vehicle, as  I help him out.  Holding his 
sneakers in one hand and walking him to the  door of his  apartment.        
    Waiting as he turns the key, and  steps inside.  "Oh, thanks for the 
ride home, put the bike in the rack  there if you will.  Bye."  Feeling the 
door slam shut on me.   Standing looking at the closed door.
    Then walking back to my truck.   Pulling the bike and dropping it in 
the grass.  Walking stiffly to the  drivers side and pulling myself into the 
seat.  Tears forming and pouring  down my cheeks, as I sit head bowed on the 
steering wheel.  Feeling like an  old slut.  Good for fucking and sucking; 
but not worthy of a thank  you.  Taking a series of deep breaths, then 
starting the engine.   Leaning to the glove box and opening it.  Pushing the 
wrapped condoms to  the side and finding the small bullet vibrator.  Taking the 
small 6" bullet  shape and turning it to full vibrate and lifting my lower 
body and shoving it  easily into my slick cunt.
    Turning up the music,  Enter the  Sandman by Metallica, and using one 
hand to steer and the other to ram the  ersatz cock in and out of my cumless 
cunt.  Sitting in my driveway for  long minutes fucking my pussy with the 
vibrator, and my fingers rubbing my  clit.  Finally with a scream and a long 
moan, taking a harsh orgasm from my  used and needy body.............My shirt 
and shorts plastered to my body with a  film of sweat coating me from head 
to foot.  Taking the well used vibrator  and sucking and licking the assort 
juices from its smooth plastic  body.
    Cursing myself as a stupid old bitch  as I walk stiff legged onto the 
back porch................
    
    
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