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Subject: {ASSM} A Picture is Worth...
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Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2017 04:10:02 -0400
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A Picture is  Worth...
 
    The slapping of  feet on the asphalt drawing my eyes from the sketch 
pad to the young man jogging  around the curve of the road in the park.  
Slipping the pencil over my left  ear as I reach to my bag alongside of me on the 
park bench.  Slipping out  my digital camera and taking a series of shots 
of the man as he passes and heads  towards the exit to the park, or will it 
be through the gate to head down to  Bard Park.
    His smile a bit shy  and quizzical at the same time.  Not sure myself 
why I find him future  subject matter for my sketches and eventually maybe a 
painting.  
    My camera filled  with numerous images of the people that use this park 
for any number of  uses.  Jogging, dog walking, people walking and viewing 
of the wonderful  vistas and scenes.  
    Character studies  and landscapes, I am not sure which ones I prefer 
most.  I do a lot of free  sketching; but with so many possibilities I take 
lots of pictures for future  sketches.
    Turning back to the  tug pushing the barge, my sketch pad again on my 
lap and my pencil roughing out  the picture enfolding in my eyes.  Not sure 
what caused me to turn around  and see the young man watching me.  Giving him 
a smile and a nod and  turning back to take a quick picture of the tug and 
barge just before they pass  behind the tree lines island.
    Turning back to the  young man as I place my sketch pad on the bench.  
"Can I help you?"  
    "I was wondering  why you are taking pictures of me?"  His head cocked 
to the side.   Lifting my camera again and snapping a shot of him as he 
stands at the edge of  the curb on the roadway.
    Camera in hand and  standing, walking over to the young man and 
offering him my hand.   "Hi.  I am Patrice.  I find the park a place to find a 
variety of  subject matter and if you don't mine, I have found you interesting.  
Do you  mind?"
    My eyes raising in  a question.  The man taking his time in answering.  
Close enough to  smell the sweat on his body and see the dampness at his 
armpits and the  perspiration matting his hair and beading on his body.  It is 
not a warm  day; but I guess runners carry their own heat, as he is wearing 
just a gray tank  top almost to his navel and royal blue running shorts and 
a running  shoes.
    The exposed skin  red with the coolness of the air.  His body lean with 
the look of a  distance runner.  His dirty blonde hair long and as I 
mentioned wetly  matted to his head.  Green eyes and a light mustache over his 
upper  lip.  Most of all, he is young, I am guessing college age.  Nothing  
really pretty about his features, just I enjoyed seeing the intensity on his  
face as he runs.
    "What are you going  to do with the pictures?"  His hand shake firm as 
I see him giving me the  once over as a man usually does to a woman he 
meets.  Age makes no  difference so it seems.
    "Let me show you  what I have done and hope to do."  Walking to the 
bench and picking up my  sketch pad and bag and then over to my pickup, parked 
at facing the  lookout.
    Opening the back  door on the drivers side and riffling through my 
sketch pads till I find the one  that I want to show him.  "You look a little 
cold."  My eyes dropping  to the hard little nipples pushing at the front of 
his  shirt.
    Opening the driver  door and climbing in and closing it behind me.  
Turning on the ignition and  waiting to get some heat.  A little cold myself, 
though I am dressed in  jeans a tee shirt with a hoodie over top.  My fingers 
a little chilled; but  I don't notice it as much when drawing.
    The boy opening the  door and climbing in the passenger seat closing 
the door behind him.   Reaching to the back seat and grabbing a towel from the 
seat and handing it to  him.  Watching as he wipes the already drying sweat 
from his hair and  face.  
    The click of my  camera loud in the cab of the pickup.  Questions in 
his eyes again as he  finishes wiping himself down and places the towel on the 
seat between us.   Setting down my camera and pulling the sketch pad from 
under the towel and  flipping through it till I find the page I want.
    Turning the pad as  I hand it to him and watch as he looks at the 
images in a series of planes  sketched on the page.  Watching as he slips his 
fingers and finds the  corresponding pictures, matching one to the other.
    Seeing the  realization of what I am doing with the pictures as I have 
use printed digitals  to sit for the sketches.  
    "Nice."  His  smile on his lips and in his eyes.  Taking the pad from 
his fingers and  lifting my camera again to take some close up images of the 
young man as he sits  facing towards me.
    "Sorry.  I  couldn't resist, I haven't had a chance to get nice close 
ups till now."   Slipping the door open and stepping back to get a fuller 
length  picture.
    "Thanks.  That  should give me some other shots to put into the study.  
Maybe in time I  will draw a painting of you if you don't mind."
    The young man  reaching to look through the sketch pad and seeing my 
others studies with dog  walkers and an old couple sitting on the bench I was 
looking towards the distant  river.  And just pencils sketches of the 
beautiful landscape of the  Vanderbilt property and the river adjacent to it.
    The man a student  at Marist College in his second year living on 
campus and a member of the cross  country team.  Offering him a ride to his car; 
but him telling me he has to  finished his routine and thanks.  Having been 
curious about me and my  picture taking, he seemed accepting of my attempt 
to put him on  paper.
    The runner starting  back to the parking area in a light jog and 
picking up speed as he warms  up.  The scent of his sweaty body still permeating 
the cab as I lower the  window and take a few parting shots as he runs into 
the  distance.
    Driving home and  downloading my pictures and printing some that I took 
today.  Then using a  few to work out his face from different angles and 
getting fa feel for his  facial and body structure.  Then working up some 
variations on the shots as  I modify them along the lines of his body to change 
the  poses.
    Finally satisfied  as I flip the sketch pad closed.  Tomorrow another 
day and hopefully some  real good subject matter.  A blah day as it turns 
out.   Cloudy  and overcast.  My dog walkers and runner not present.
    Today even a worse  day as I sit in my truck and look out over the 
vista to the mist clouded river  and mountains beyond.  The day raw with rain 
and wind and not good for  outdoor sketching and even rough on the camera, 
though I have some nice shots of  the scattered visitors dealing with the 
elements.  
    The slapping of my  windshield wipers almost blocking the sound of the 
wet slapping of running shoes  on wet pavement.  Turning to see my young 
subject pounding along the  road.  Water splattered from the puddles and 
splashing against his  legs.  A head band, not quite keeping his long wet hair 
from flying around  his head.  His tank top plastered to his torso, navel again 
exposed by the  abbreviated hem of the shirt and his running shorts 
adhering to his thighs and  buttocks as he passes by.
    A brief wave as I  continue to take shots through my lowered window.  
Definitely a man with  dedication as he swings around the corner to curve 
into the trees and then  watching as he slows down at the gate blocking the 
road to traffic down at Bard  Rock.
    Watching from a  distance intrigued by this young man who doesn't let 
bad weather deter him from  his routine.  Thinking I can see him leaning 
against the gate and taking  deep breaths and then watching him turn around and 
the sound of his feet  slapping on the wet roadway gaining volume.
    Slipping out of my  truck and squatting as he runs past and taking 
numerous shots of him coming at  me and running past.
    "Hey. Not going to  say hello?"  My shout blown by the wind and seeing 
him slow and turn his  head and then body as he trots back.  The rain 
already dotting my clothing  from the brief time outside of my vehicle.  The air 
raw with moisture and  wind whipping it almost sideways.
    "Come on  inside.  I am getting soaked."  The young man standing 
outside of the  passenger door and his hands showing me the rain soaked clothing.  
Leaning  over to open the door, "get in for heaven sake."
    The man reminding  me of a drowned rat with a lot of bare skin looking 
wet and  clammy.
    "Hi, again.  I  think you can take a break in this monsoon."  Reaching 
to my thermos and  pouring him a cup of coffee from the lid.  "Here, didn't 
you momma teach  you to come in out of the rain?"
    Watching as he sits  shivering and sipping the coffee.  Reaching into 
the back of my truck and  pulling a towel to the front and wiping it on his 
face, wetting it with rain and  most likely sweat, as I can smell the scent 
strong.
    His man nipples  pointy little darts in his body molded tank top.  The 
shirt looking like a  second skin.  His wet shorts clinging  to his body 
also; as I look him up and down and twist the heater fan a notch  higher.
    The warm air  feeling good as I don't need to look down to see that my 
nipples are also hard  from the cold moisture on my sweat shirt.  The only 
difference are the  darts are bigger and well defined on my small chest.  My 
skirt a little  damp; but not as bad as I can feel the warm air blowing up 
from the floor to  take the chill from my bare legs.
    Taking my cup and  adding more coffee as I feel the warmth warding off 
the inner chill.   My eyes looking at the young man.  "I am Patrice, I 
didn't get your name  last time we talked."
    "Chad, as in  Chadwick."  His hand shaking mine in a formal greeting 
and exchange of  names.
    "A little extreme  with your training, aren't you.  Liable to hurt 
yourself running in this  weather."  I ran some cross country in high school; 
but wasn't that good;  but willing to give advice to a seasoned runner.
    Chad looking to my  back seat and reaching over to grab one of my 
sketch books.  He picked the  one that I had his sketches in and carefully held 
it away from his wet body as  he flipped it open.
    Biting my lip, as I  watch him sift through the first few pages and 
then find the ones I had of him  from the last time we met.  Looking at them 
and then flipping to the next  page as I feel my cheeks warm and flush with 
color and  heat.
    My recent sketches  of him running not bad; but then he flips again to 
the next page and the  portrait sketches, which aren't bad.  The next page 
is the one that has me  embarrassed as he looks with shock and then a slow 
grin at my modified  artwork.
    Just watching his  eyes on the page, I can tell what he is looking at 
and seeing.  The running  shorts showing the added bulge in the front as I 
emphasized his hidden  equipment.  His eyes lowering and seeing the sketch of 
him in the front  seat of my truck, his shorts pulled to the side and his 
erection long and thick  and veined, thrusting proudly to his six pack.  
    The next page a  modification as I have added myself in the drawing and 
it is a view from the  driver's side, door open.  Me kneeling on the seat 
and my head lowered into  his lap and down on his erection.  My skirt short 
in the back and exposing  the toned thighs and the puffiness of my swollen 
labia as I devoured his  prick.
    Reaching to stop  his hand from flipping more; but his hand pushing 
mine away and showing him  standing outside of the open door, and fucking me 
from behind, skirt flipped up  on my ass and back. My fertile mind, using the 
sketches to make a few more  erotic pictures of Chad and myself.
    In spite of my  humiliation, my nipples are hard and aching and my 
labia have swelled between my  legs as I squeeze my thighs tight to stop the 
leakage from sliding form my  tunnel.
    No words, as he  flips the book closed and looks at me.  His hands 
reaching down to slide  his shorts and jock strap off and then peel the shirt 
from his  torso.
    His erection isn't  as big and thick as I depicted it; but it is quite 
hard and tight against his  abs as he turns sideways and spreads his legs.
    I think I moaned or  mewed, as I looked at that young cock and did not 
resist as he reached to my  head and hand behind it, pulling my face to his 
lap.  Sliding over and  inhaling the aroma of his sweaty crotch and the 
maleness of his cock as my lips  touch the head as my fingers wrap around the 
shaft and pull it to my greedy  mouth.
    Pointy tongue  flicking and then licking up and down the vein bulging 
shaft as I can feel the  hard core beneath the soft outer skin.  His hand 
urging me on has it pushes  my head lower, lips opening to taking the mushroom 
cap into my warm wet  mouth.  Crawling onto the seat and kneeling as I 
worship the young  dick.   
    My warm breathe  caressing it with plumes of air swirling around the 
mushroom cap.  Tongue  moving along the underside, tracing the thick vein 
bulging from the soft skin of  the outer shaft.  Licking greedily at the musky 
skin, tasting his male  essence as I feel the wetness of my tunnel and the 
fullness of my swollen labia,  not quite quenching the leaky flow of my juice.
    Feeling the head  stretch my lips again as I spear my mouth on his 
lance.  The fat knob  bulging one cheek then the other as my tongue continues to 
lave the oozing pee  slit.
    My eyes rolling in  my head as his hand presses down again and again, 
forcing my mouth deeper onto  his prick.  My nose itching from the scratchy 
pubic hair tickling my  nostrils.  Moaning around the thickness.
    Feeling one of his  hand reaching underneath and pulling my top away 
from my breasts, bunching it  under my armpits, as the one hand controls the 
back of my head and the other  fondles the small jiggling mounds of my 
breasts.  Fingers pinching and  squeezing and tugging the hard thick nipples as I 
tremble with excitement, legs  shifting as the pleasure of his fingers sends 
jolts of energy to my  core.
    One of my hands  finds his heavy ball sack as it hangs over the edge of 
the seat and I heft it  and use my fingers to rolls the delicate orbs in 
the covering sack.  The  meaty testicles feeling full of his cream as I roll 
them gently against each  other.
    His hand sliding  down my belly to grasp at the hem of my skirt and the 
protecting material.   The hand slipping from my head down my back and then 
over my skirt to my ass  cheeks.  Squeezing them for a moment as he pulls 
at the skirt and lifts it  onto my back and then his warm hand finds my round 
cheeks again to squeeze and  slap.  
    The hand as he  leans towards me slipping down between the backs of my 
thighs and finding the  thin strap of my thong and pushes under it to the 
full panel in front.  My  eyes fluttering as his fingers dip into my sticky 
honey cunt and wiggles against  the slick walls.
    Gurgling with  pleasure as the finger pry deeper and he finger fucks 
the first few inches of my  cunt.  His other hand awkwardly reaching under my 
skirt from the front and  finds the bare mound and the small button 
thrusting from the folds.  
    Grinding on his  fingers as my mouth grinds on his hard erection.  
Deeply swallowing his  cock till my lips are rubbing his pubic hair.  Then 
bobbing back up to just  hold his cock head in my lips.  Cheeks pulling in and 
out as I suckle his  velvety knob.  The clear goo seeping  from the piss slit 
as my tongue swirls around the vein bulged  shaft.
    My tunnel filled  with fingers, squeezing them with the warm wet walls. 
 The stench of my  arousal filling the cab of my truck.  The musk so strong 
as I force myself  off of his thick meat.
    "I want you inside  of me."  The simple statement of fact as I kneel on 
the seat, looking  around the outside of my vehicle.  "Outside, I want you 
to fuck me in the  rain."  
    His fingers still  teasing my dripping puss as I try to concentrate.  
My breathing ragged as I  need it so badly.  "Stop, please.  Just for a few  
minutes."
    Taking my camera  and adjusting it to aim out of the passenger window.  
Setting the camera to  focus on a tree near the bench.
    Actually trembling  as I step into the rain.  The moisture cooling my 
skin at least the skin  exposed to the wet element.  Running to the safety of 
the  leaves of  the tree.  And umbrella leaking droplets of rain to the 
ground  beneath.  My stud climbing out of the passenger seat and running to the 
 tree trunk. 
    My eyes pulled  between watching his cock bobbing in the air and the 
direction of my camera as  the vehicle door slams.  Hoping that the camera is 
still directed at the  tree trunk as I drop to me knees and suckle that 
sweet cock and feel it stiffen  in my mouth.
    My knees dirty and  muddy as I move to the tree and bend over grasping 
the trunk.  "Come  on.   Come and fuck me.  I need you so fucking badly 
inside of  me."  My voice quavering as I look down at the ground and wait for 
him to  do my bidding.
    Feeling my skirt  lifted and dropped on my back.  A chill running along 
my spine as cool wet  drops of moisture pelt my back and ass cheeks.  
Spreading my legs further  apart for stability as I feel the warm cock caress the 
inside of my thigh and  then find the fat engorged labia.  A long loud moan 
of pleasure as the  thick cock slips into my greasy cunt.  My walls closing 
around his shaft  and squeezing it a welcome.
    Feeling a loss as  he pulls back and then a grunt as he slams again 
into my ass cheeks.   Flicking my lower body back to meet his thrusts.  A flush 
of heat on my  chest and up my neck to my face as my cunt contracts around 
the embedded  shaft.  Whimpering with pleasure as he slams me harder and 
harder, my  shoulder smacking painfully into the tree trunk as my hands lose 
their grip on  the wet bark.
    Tears in my eyes as  each thrust grinds my shoulder into the tree as he 
grinds his tree into  me.  Drool hanging from my mouth as each wet smack of 
flesh causes of legs  to tremble with effort as they tense and I cum on his 
cock in shuddering  waves.  My pussy gripping and milking and finally 
rewarded with a healthy  eruption of seed coating my walls and the opening to my  
womb.
    Panting as my body  contracts again and again.  Hissing as another 
small orgasm cramps my  insides.  A loud slap on my ass, and a scream at the 
unexpected sting of  his hand on my ass cheek as he pulls out.
    My legs giving way  as I sink to my knees, weakly hugging the tree as 
my large cunt lips touch the  cool grass as I tremble and shake.  Hissing 
loudly as I finally gain  control again of my body .
    My hair grasped  roughly and head pulled to the side as he shoves his 
still hard cock to my  face.  Slapping my cheeks and lips with the fat knob 
and then pinching my  nostrils as my mouth opens and he shoves it into my 
warm wet  cavern.
    The taste of his  seed and my cunt grease assailing my taste buds as he 
strokes it clean with my  mouth.  The shaft softening as he pulls it free.
    "Thanks  momma."   The young man zipping up and then starting off in 
the rain  with a slow jog.  Watching as he disappears around the bend as I 
squat well  fucked in the rain.
    Finally pushing  myself to my feet and wobbling as I walk to my truck.  
Climbing in muddy  and my clothes wetly stuck to my body and cum leaking 
from my bruised  pussy.  Laying back collecting my thoughts and emotions and 
then reaching  excitedly to my camera to see what I might have caught and 
what I might use for  sketches.
    
 
    
    
    
    
    
 
    
 
    
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