.. and my heart would flutter as she tossed her hair and started walking over to me. But always it was what it was, a fantasy leaving a sour taste. Ea...h time this happened I would go inside and try to find something to distract me.In the end I realized there was no chance of a fairy tale reappearance of Angie. I called my boss and told him I needed to take a few months off before my next assignment. He understood, probably thinking I still hadn't got over Martha.Packing what little I had and. I took one last look in the mirror, teased myhair, fluffed up the skirt and slid my coat over my shoulders, picked upmy shoulder bag and left.As I turned the corner and walked towards the old town hall a taxi droveround the war memorial and pulled into the kerb. A man got out of therear, bent to speak to the driver, turned and began to cross the road andas he turned I recognised the profile from his chat room pictures, "John,why are you running away from me?"He turned and looked at me with the. " Oh, sure," she said, "I use it as shortcut back from the gym." She put her gym bag down on the cracked pavement, and I let my eyes wander over her. She looked like someone who works out; her body fairly radiated fitness and health. From her sandaled feet, up her long slender legs, her wide hips and big lush breasts in a short cotton dress, she was a picture of young healthy blonde animal.We both stood for awhile, leaning on the cold rusty railing and looking down at the stream as the sun sank. As soon as I touched her there, she went over again. Her anus was clenching and with just the slightest pressure, the tip of my thumb slipped inside. This really sent her off and this time I went with her. I thrust one more time and fired my load against her womb.Our orgasms ended and we slid apart, with me landing on the floor and Karen slumped down into the chair. When I opened my eyes, I was looking straight into her open pussy, our combined juices draining out of her and onto the upholstery.