‘Hmm?’ I was confronted with another runner, a fairly young woman with a wholly unremarkable figure covered by a grey tracksuit and eyes covered b... lightly tinted sunglasses. She, too, seemed to be experiencing a sort of runner’s high. ‘The bench. It’s not like you need the whole thing, right? Come on, I don’t feel like walking all the way to the next one, and I’m not about to stab you or anything.’ Her youthful- I suppose vigor would be the best word- elicited a somewhat bemused smile, and I. She's sliding up and down on my cock and I've never felt her so tight. That's when I feel the pressure, the feeling that I'm gonna cum. I warn her. I can feel my eyebrows go up, my mouth open and I yell, "I'm gonna cum!" and I know it's going to be one of the most intense orgasms of my life.My wife, she smiles and says, "No you're not," and squeezes down on my cock. I feel her clamp down, like a vice, and suddenly the feeling subsides. I'm panting, kind of sore, my body shocked that I didn't. I was literally gob smacked. The rain had made me cold after the stupid idea that I had at home of not bringing a coat and my clothes were clinging to my average frame, which I wasn’t complaining about. I felt a little excitement in my groin that was starting to play around silently. We walked towards a restaurant to get supper, chatting about things that have happened recently in our lives, the weather, the music, and the events that will hopefully become apparent later on tonight. Once at the. We just seem to hit it off and the sexual tension is building. You put your hand on my lap and I just feel electricity when you are near me and I get so aroused. We take our drinks and take a walk outside and go to the beach. There are chase lounges there and we decide to sit there and talk.You lean in and we french kiss. Our tongues are dancing within our mouths. We embrace each other and the tension is just so high. Our hands are all over each other. We just can't stand it and remove our.