A Walk, A Woman, A Wank

I woke up. Not in a start. Gently, without a groan or moan to be heard. My mother would have called it a minor miracle. I called it my last summer vacation.

Summer. A time of warmth. A time of freedom. Too much freedom. I had seemingly infinite choices, which naturally led to me not making any choice and doing nothing.

Didn't perceive many options as it was, seeing as most of my friends were off on some holiday with their family, et cetera, et cetera. It would be solo adventures for the foreseeable future.

What to do though, what to do? Video games didn't seem particularly appealing. No books I was in the middle of reading. No car, so couldn't go far. Only means of transportation were my own two legs. Eureka.

A walk. A glorious walk. The weather was grand, and I lived in a beautiful town. This idea seemed right. It seemed fated, like it was the missing puzzle piece to form the day. I shivered slightly with significance.

Lacking any sense of urgency, I lifted my sleep riddled body from the bed, and headed towards the bathroom. I reflected upon my reflection in the mirror above the sink. Disheveled black hair. A lean, slightly athletic figure, wrapped in soft, olive skin. A face finally kind enough to not break out into pimples.

Not that I would call myself very attractive, but I felt I had a je ne sais quois that those who took the time to notice, would greatly appreciate. Not that anyone besides myself had really looked. Oh well, a bridge to cross later.

Under the showerhead I went. Jets of water shaking the remnants of rest off my body. Slickening myself with suds. My breath shortening slightly as I ran the bar of soap across my neck, my shoulders, my chest. Dragging it up and down my calves and thighs. A soft moan inadvertently escaping my lips. I could do this all day.

My roaming hands eventually found their way down to my shaft. A few gratuitous strokes and I broke contact. I had ample time to play with my cock, but I must be getting on with my walk.

Threw on what I considered a smart outfit. Collared black shirt, with a thin white stripe at the cuff. Black pants, with a crisp seam. Black loafers. In the hot, hot, heat of June. Smart, indeed.

Preparations complete, it was time to put one foot in front of the other.

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On a whim, I chose to head towards the park just down the road. Of course, this minimizes the scale. It is quite a massive park as it houses several museums, a zoo, and many other attractions and novelties. A fine place for a stroll if there ever was one.

As I ventured farther, I took note of all things around me. The birds darting from branch to branch, the sprawl of the desert canyon flanking my path, the administrative buildings in the center of islands of grass, the local bus letting air out of its suspension to let people on and off easier. A feast for the senses.

This was what it was all about. Enjoying things for the sake of enjoyment. No need for a plan, or an expectation. Just appreciating all things around me. I was filled with a rather profound sense of calm, as step after step brought me to the park.

So on and so forth, this continued, but as time continued to stretch, my focus wavered. Vague notions became the subject of full on dissertations within my wandering mind. Hadn't even noticed that I wasn't even paying attention to where I was headed. A peculiar feeling broke me out of the reverie.

Description evaded me, however, my eyes must have caught something worth noticing, my brain tapping me on the shoulder, to bring me back from being lost in thought. With renewed presence I brought an intentful gaze upon my surroundings and found nothing out of the ordinary. So it goes, I suppose. A minor mystery to go unsolved.

Gurgles from my stomach told me that it was time to start heading back. Hunger, thirst, and being a little bit more tired than when I started led my thoughts to more significant and present topics.

I had just finished high school. The world was supposedly my oyster but I had some very strong doubts about my abilities. I knew next to nothing. Academia had bored me for some time now, and all in all the future looked rather daunting. No aims, no goals, no means. These wistful thoughts were casting a shadow over this sunny day.

Yet, once again, my eyes pestered my brain. 'Hey, look here!' they said. 'Oh, alright.' the brain said, before sitting up with attention within my skull. There was indeed a peculiarity that was worth a closer investigation.

There was a woman, walking in the same direction, on the opposite side of the street. This wouldn't have been anything of note, except I realized she had been walking along at around the same pace as me, and for some distance as well. Amidst this analysis, I saw her turn her head towards me; a quick glance, before her focus returned on the path before her.

Happened again, a little further down the way. It was perplexing. I decided that the best course of action was to just keep her in the periphery so that I wouldn't come across as rude for staring.

While that was my own plan, it only seemed to embolden her as she continued to look my way, and for longer durations each time. She had to be looking at me. Why? I hadn't the faintest clue. No one had looked before, so clearly there was some other reason that her attentions were brought in this direction.

Unfortunately, the little game came to an end all too soon, as she quickened her pace to reach a crossing before me. There goes that potential. Or so I thought. The light turned and the red hand of stop appeared in the crossing sign. I sulked slightly. I really wanted to know why she had kept looking over.

Enveloped in these ruminations, I had failed to notice that she had been crossing to my side of the street. I gained awareness of this by the time she was three quarters across, and a fluttering erupted in my stomach.

If that had caused butterflies then the fact that she stayed stopped at the corner sent me into a near nervous fit. She was going to continue walking the same way I was. This was ridiculous. What was happening?

And so we walked. Not quite side by side but almost. The tension was palpable, so palpable it clung to our skin like a humid air. No communication, not a word for that entire block, just a silent acknowledgment that we were in the space of the other, failing spectacularly at stealing stealthy looks at one another. This couldn't go on.

Never before had I shown such bravery, the weight of this strange moment overpowering the fear of rejection and interacting with another human being. We stopped at another crossing, and now was the time to break the wretched barrier.

"Hi. How are you?"

"Fine. Thank you. How are you?"

"I'm alright. What brings you out today?"

"I couldn't turn down a chance to walk in this weather. I imagine that's what brought you out today, as well."

"Yeah..."

Pause. I didn't know what else to say, but at least there was relief from that pressure that had built earlier. As I wracked my brain she came to my rescue.

She lowered her sunglasses, and blatantly looked me up and down. I could start to hear my heartbeat, my pulse quickening in anticipation. I used that moment to study her in kind.

Her eyes were a delectably earthy brown, and sparkled in the sunlight. Her frame was thin and wiry, much like my own. Her shoulder length brown hair reined in by a light coloured bucket hat. A green shirt hung from her torso, not revealing much. A pair of knee length black shorts, finished up the ensemble.

Age lined her face. I reckoned she was mid to late fifties. Maybe early sixties. Despite the jejune nature of her choice of dress, she exuded a fiery femininity that was beginning to drive me wild, my every pore beginning to permeate throughout the whole of my being.

My attentions did not go unnoticed and she smiled. A pale smile, one of satisfaction and longing. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"You're pretty cute. How old are you?"

There was a definite lag between the words reaching me, and the resulting understanding of what all that question could imply.

"Eighteen." I managed to stammer out. Her smile got wider and brighter.

Conversation began to trickle, and then flow. Time was forgotten and I grew more comfortable with her with each block we traversed. In no time flat, my affinity for prolix was on full display, as I delved into a matter most on my mind: sex.

I couldn't help it. It had consumed my thoughts for years at this point, with no expression sans my own hand. Now, standing on the precipice of sexual interaction in the flesh, I was filled with excitement, terror, and an all encompassing dread. I couldn't have stopped my verbosity, no matter what the circumstances were.

She took it in stride though and listened to every word, interjecting every once in a while, either to gain some clarity, or to relay some bit of relating information. I could sense a bit of wariness though. She wasn't coming across as confident with her intent or desires and I feared I had scared off, what I had convinced myself was going to be a rather fulfilling experience.

We arrived at a small, black gate leading to some apartments and stopped. This must be where she lived.

"Listen, I can understand being worried about lust and all these things consuming your thoughts and actions but I don't think I can really help you out, in the way that you think you need helping."

My heart sank. There I went again, blowing the whole thing before it even really started. Disappointment began to set in but I resignedly accepted my fate.

"Why don't you come upstairs though? I have some supplements that should help calm your urges."

I perked up at that. I was being allowed into her inner sanctum. It faintly crossed my mind that this wasn't the most intelligent decision. To go into a strangers home and take unknown pills in order to help suppress a pungent libido. On the other hand, she had no idea who I was really either, so the risk was equal, seemingly.

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Briskly we reached her unit on the second floor. She kept casting furtive glances, and her hurried motions initially made me think she was embarrassed to be seen with me but after a few moments I mused that it would be a bit scandalous to be seen letting in some young stranger into your home.

Felt that same shiver of significance as I was invited to sit on her couch while she rummaged through bottles to find what she had promised me. Now was my last chance to convince her. A pitch to the demons if you will.

"Uhm, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to put forward one other option, if you wouldn't mind of course."

The look she gave me was dripping with skepticism but she came around the counter and sat in a chair opposite. She folded her hands in her lap and looked expectantly at me.

"I have noticed, that, the more pleasurable experience, which is to say, the more sexual a thing is that I experience, these urges tend to subside, and subside for a while. I'm not asking for your involvement at all beyond being an observer. I think that if I stroke myself to completion in front of you, that will be all the help I need."

If my words had stirred anything within her, she gave no tell of it. It was nothing but silence within the cozy apartment. Eerie and consuming all at the same time. She cleared her throat a little.

"Alright..."

Got up and I followed. Into the bathroom we went. Turned on the fan and the light and closed the door. We were in our own little pocket, nothing to disturb, nothing to distract.

"Just remember, get it all in the toilet. We don't need to be cleaning up any messes."

Waves upon waves of tingles across my body. This was a moment of truth. It was actually happening. Unsure of how to proceed, I put my hand on my zipper and started to pull down.

Eyes glued to my actions. Transfixed, she took in the sight of me reaching through my boxers before pulling my semi-erect penis out for her to see. I watched myself for a few motions before turning to her.

Ravenous. That is the only way I can describe the feeling that was plastered all over her countenance. A blinding, unbridled desire for the prick that was rapidly expanding in my hands.

Caught my stare and turned away, as if in shame. Maybe she was as nervous as I was. She refused to turn back but I knew she could see me pumping away out of the corner of her eye. Well, if I couldn't use her beautiful face as inspiration, maybe I could find it elsewhere.

Didn't take long to find it. The more moments I spent looking at her body, the more the beauty came into my perception. That unassuming green shirt was hanging softly off her petite breasts. The shorts softly accentuating the curves she did have. I became rather grateful I was given permission to bask in her presence.

Unable to keep up the act, she turned her head ever so slightly. She noticed I kept on returning to her chest. Then she went lower, and watched as I ran my hand up and down my shaft, no urgency, just feeling good in the moment, a drip of precum showing my excitement.

Hands gripped the bottom of her hem and her shirt came flying off. It was a sight to behold. They were indeed small, but extremely lovely. Her soft, puffy nipples, quite pink. Her chest was so welcoming, so inviting. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.

Reached for my shirt this time, interrupting the show for a moment as she tugged up. I let go of my dick, and raised my arms. When my head disappeared in the darkness of fabric, she suddenly let go, and I was left to finish the task.

In the darkness, I felt deft fingers working on the top button of my trousers. I froze. With a soft noise, it released, and those same fingers gripped the waistband and pulled my trousers down to my ankles. In no time flat, the same was done for my boxers as they slowly slid down to hang out with the pants.

I was learning what sensual meant in physical reality and it was glorious. Every touch, every sensation was amplified, and my cock practically screamed in delight. I could feel the desire throughout my whole body as I emerged from the darkness, discarding my shirt to join hers near the tub.

"Just thought you would want to be a bit more comfortable..." she said as she returned to her feet.

Nervously, she ran both hands through her auburn hair, short, sharp sighs escaping her lips. They then cupped her breasts, before she absent-mindedly rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She nearly jumped out of her skin when I wrapped my mouth around one of her tits.

Did what felt natural. I had no idea what I was doing after all. After a bit I could feel her nipple stiffen within my mouth as I sucked, dutifully. I looked up and met her eyes. A look of faint disbelief, and some shock before she leaned her head back and let out an immense sigh.

Took my head in her hands and brought me to her other breast, which I gave as much, if not better attention, than the one previous. She tasted and felt incredible. To feel her nipple on my touch, and to explore the surrounding flesh made my cock bounce. I let go for a moment before I started to kiss down the center of her chest, her navel, before hitting the top of her shorts.

My chin was lifted at that point.

"Don't you have something you're supposed to be doing right now?"

Ah yes, I was supposed to be masturbating after all.

I stood, resuming my activities. I felt a little let down. I was pretty sure that shut down anything beyond me ejaculating in front of her, but it wasn't that big of a letdown. She sidled up next to me, no longer letting shame or anything else distract her from the view, her arm wrapping around my waist. My heartbeat somehow quickened more.

That warmth she emanated. That softness of her flesh. She felt, right. The pleasure began to course more intensely through me as I savoured every moment I was connected with her. My eyes closed, and a deep, steady fire could be felt, burning its way up and down my shaft. My hand relentless in the pace, constant and steady, eliciting a building pressure that would lead to wonders yet to be felt.

After a few moments of revelry within the sensual, I opened my eyes and was immediately drawn to just how close her hand was to me. I whipped my head towards her. Her face was almost pitiful, begging me permission to touch it. I unclenched my fist and brought it to my side, as her arm drew closer, and her fingers encircled my throbbing length.

"It's definitely a big one." she whispered.

Shuddering slightly, I moaned. It was almost sensory overload. There, in this bathroom, this fifty something or other woman, that I had just met, that was probably older than my mom, was gripping my cock. I had no words.

Body betrayed me. It felt glory, and it knew that there was more to be hand. My hips started to buck, and I began to fuck the hole that she had created. Apparently this crassness broke the spell, and her hand recoiled as if bit. I resumed my action.

For a time this continued, until she grabbed my wrist, and pulled myself off of myself, before taking a hold of my cock once more. Trying to keep the mood alive, I just stood there, letting her hold me until she had her fill.

"Does it normally take this long for you?"

"Well, normally I'm sitting down. I don't think I'll be able to finish standing up."

Toilet was the only thing really designed for sitting, which would be too small for the two of us. We settled for sitting against the side of the tub. I put my arm around her and she tucked herself into my side. Laying her head on my chest, she sighed once more, tracing circles her fingertips across my abdomen.

I let my cock bounce from the new stimuli. She continued to trace and stare at how proud my dick had become, positively buzzing because I was beneath her touch. She looked up at me. Then back at my sex. Then to me. And back again. I could feel her shaking against me.

Reaching down I was about to resume but her hand swatted me away before gently closing around the head, her fingers gathering precum before sliding down my shaft. The wind was knocked out of me. All the cylinders were firing but in the wrong firing order, as the absolute overload of being stroked by someone else took a hold of me.

How could anything feel this good? The intensity was nigh immeasurable, and the sensations took over my thoughts and everything else and left me with gibbering with 'oh fucks' and variations thereof.

The fire within me was now scorching. The pleasure was mixing with a desperation, I needed to cum. I had to cum. Please let me cum. The flames licked up and down my shaft and surged within, nothing but a plaything within her otherworldly grip.

Breaths ragged, we fell into rhythm, matching one another. She was going to tease every last drop out of me, of that I was certain. My body began to undulate as I lost more and more control. She brought herself off my chest and sat upright, feeling me start to tense beneath her steady pleasure. For a brief moment, we took our eyes away from our union, to each other. We nervously laughed, small smiles greeting one another. A slight nod from her, a subtle hint of encouragement to let myself over the edge.

My moans turned to shuddered gasps, the eruption was imminent. She could feel it too. Despite being lost in ecstasy, I remembered that I needed to make it to the toilet, but as I tried to pull away, she crashed into me.

Lips firmly planted against mine. Her tits pressed into my chest as she worked my cock with reckless abandon, throaty moans coming through her mouth to make sure I got there. The fire left me, coursing through my cock, jettisoning thick and plentiful ropes of cum between us, splashing all over her tits and my chest.

I broke. My mind was left blank as my cock continued to flex, shooting more and more between us, our lips never unlocking. Her breathy moans continued to reverberate, until finally, it all cooled down, and we were left wallowing in the afterglow.

New emotions began to flood my beleaguered mind. There is always the trough to the crest of a wave, and a fear, and a shame, and a guilt forced themselves. I couldn't move I was so afraid of what I had just done, what I had succumbed to. How sense and reason played no part in it and that somehow what I had just experienced was probably the work of some devilry only because the experience was that potent, that extreme.

Knew not what to do, so I attempted my best to play it all off as if it wasn't a big deal. I don't think I was very successful. Nor was she, as she had almost immediately separated herself from me and had gotten a towel for us to clean up. So much for not making a mess.

"I think it's time for you to go."

Wiped off the remaining evidence of our passionate embrace and put my clothes on in a hurry. This was a different awkwardness that I didn't want to feel, and I very much so wanted out of there, I needed to process everything that had just happened.

She showed me to the door, but before we parted ways, she wrapped herself around me. It was a bittersweet hug. I could sense her loneliness, her reluctance at letting a connection go, all that overshadowed by a shame, perhaps from indulging herself with someone so young. I heard a muffled sob, and I felt that was a confirmation of that thought.

Left the embrace, opened the door, and began to close it. Her longing eyes glittering in the dim light. The door closed. I never saw her again.