I usually followed the shoreline about three miles before hitting my set point to turn around. I felt a little more energetic that day so continued fu...ther down the beach. I ran for another mile and saw a person off in the distance. I continued my run towards the womanly figure that was starting to form. It was still very early and I was surprised to see anyone even awake. The closer I became the more I started to make out that this woman was completely naked. I tried to stare ahead and not be. I came in her mouth and filled her mouth with my load and took my cock out. It was a sexy scene as cum was dripping out of her mouth and dropping all over her boobs. She smiled and hugged me and said,” ah! Tum to mast ho. Kya baat hai maza aa gaya hai”. Then she got up and went to washroom. When she came back she was a killer. She was wearing a short lemon color Nighty. It was all Transy. She was wearing a matching lacy bra under it with a G string panty. She came and sat on me and smooched me. It’s a natural response. A human response. A natural physiological response. He didn’t have to find her attractive to get off. She wanted him to lust for her. To desire her. Not just love her. Love wasn’t enough. He said nothing. She hated when he did that. He was thinking. Contemplating. Judging what would be the best thing to say to remedy her problem. Love wasn’t enough. Words weren’t enough. Maybe nothing was enough. She rolled over onto her side, away from the weight on the mattress. It went on for another forty miles or so and then finally she pulled out, passed me doing 90 and pulled back in front of me only to get off the Interstate at the 133 exit. Weird, I thought, but it had been a distraction from the long and boring ride across I-80.It was maybe twenty minutes later and darkness had fallen when I noticed a set of headlights coming up from behind at a high rate of speed. There were no flashing lights so I didn't think that it was a cop after somebody and then,.