From: v134hhhy@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (umop apisdn)
Subject: repost Re'ah Park Bench
Newsgroups: alt.sex
This is both...the original from Joe, and my rewrite of it. I haven't deleted my editorial comments in this one, so just try to disregard 'em?
There she was just sitting on the park bench. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and breasts the size of grapefruits. I looked once and found myself staring at her voluptuous body. I saw her glance up at me and smile, then she bent down to pet her dog. A Large Male german sheperd. I noticed that her tits hung freely, apparently she was not wearing a bra. I ducked into some bushes and looked on as I noticed that she was looking around. No one was around just me, but I don't *think* she knew I was spying on her.
She started manipulating her breasts while the dog looked on, she mumbled something and the dog crawled under the bench. She lifted up her skirt revealing the fact she was wearing... NO PANTIES?!?!?! This was too good to be true. She was shaved and she looked good. Since I was only 30ft from her, I had a front row seat which was the best in the house...(other than being the one massaging her!) She opened her purse and pulled out a HUGE Vibrator maybe 14 inches long. I felt rather embarassed with only 7" to play with. She started to rub her clit with her thumb and forefinger and I noticed that the dog was gone...
SHIT! Where did it go?
All of a sudden I feel something tugging at my leg. SHIT!!!! It's the fucking dog. It found me.
I shooed it away and all of a sudden it started barking and the show was over.
Blondie, came over to see what raucous was and I was had. She saw me and blushed Then she Smiled.. <*SHIT*> I was to be had.
She giggled and asked me if I enjoyed the show, which of course I replied,"yes."
Then she commented about giving me a real show, and she asked me to stand up. I stood up and my cock dropped through the front of my pants and it was hard, VERY HARD. She laughed and said to me, "looks Like you could use some special treatment...."
My rewrite:
I go running whenever I want to clear my mind. It helps. Nothing but your feet and the ground...that's all there is. Relieves tension, frustrations, etc. Everything just sorta falls into place. My feet, against the cold unfeeling ground. Gravel, pavement, grass, dirt...it's all the same. Just running, alone with the thoughts in my mind.
*That's when I saw her OOH! I saw her She walked in through the out door, out door! She wore a raspberry beret....* AHEM!* Lessee...where was I? Oh yeah..
Images and picture of the passing landscape registered in my mind as though they were only parts of a passing dream. The green of the trees against the blue of the sky. The multicolored plumage of the ducks that scattered as I ran by. I was on a natural high...it felt good. It had been a while since I had felt this free. I had been involved in a marriage not of my choice, for the past two years. It was a good career move...the boss's daughter. He thought that we were perfect for each other. I did not. But whatever Katherine wanted, Katherine got. Unfortunately, she had wanted me. I did my best to please her, but no matter what I did, it was never enough. She was definately her father's daughter. Whenever we had sex, I felt as though I were just an object to be used for profitable gain. I never enjoyed sex with her, and over the years it just feel into the sense of duty, like taking out the garbage. She had finally divorced me, saying that I was not "sensitive to her needs" This made me laugh to think about, but at last I was free...had been free for about a month now. Why then, did I feel so empty inside? I didn't miss her, so that couldn't have been it. I kept running, turning these thoughts over in my head.
As I circled the lake, I was again lost in the images assailing my mind and body. The spring air smelled fresh and clean, cool against my face. And the feelings of people that I passed were almost tangible in the air. The old woman in the jeans, with the child in the baby carriage, proud almost to the point of being defiant. The little baby's sweetness was something that you could almost reach out and touch. The young woman sitting on the bench with the long flowing white gauze dress, had almost a soft kind of sadness about her. and I ran on, enjoying these new sensations.
*and the reason is Camille 'mille ....Shockadelica...*
Camille sat on the park bench, her blonde curly head was leaned against her hand as she sat lost in thought. She petted her puppy absent-mindedly. Her 'puppy' was actually a six-month old doberman pinscher. He had been a present from her ex-boyfriend, Mitch. Although she had returned every- thing else, she still kept her 'Roamy.' After all, it wasn't his fault that Mitch was a dick...Even though this description fit his personality, she wondered to herself, how you could call someone a dick if they didn't have one? She laughed out loud at this thought, and Roamy, who had been scratching his ear, looked at her with a puzzled frown on his face. This made her giggle even more. "It's nothin really, Roamy, " she explained, "it's just that I realized that it's silly for me to miss him...or is it?" She finished this thought more to herself than to the puppy. It _had_ been a while. And while her girlfriends had suggested more than one guy for her, she just wasn't interested in anything meaningless....although her last relationship had certainly turned out that way. Men always saw her body, and nothing else. While it was complimentary to be noticed, it was a _definate_ turnoff to be treated as an object. But it had been _so_ long....she sighed. Then she saw someone jogging down the path in front of the bench. He was definately male. Crew cut brown hair, well defined muscles, and he wasn't even breathing hard. He was probably in the military, Camille thought. But he didn't seem as hardened as some of them. He had a slight curve to his lips, and although it wasn't a exactly a smile, it came close. He looked so dreamlike and peaceful as he ran by. Camille blushed to find herself wondering what he would be like in bed. Would he be as casually confident as he seemed? Would he be caring? Or would he be like everyone else, and just get his satisfaction and leave? Camile found herself becoming seriously interested in this stranger. She stopped her thoughts, and smiled. Yes. It _had_ been a long time! Interested in mere strangers, she chided herself. But she now found herself getting hot at the mere idea. Her legs tensed together as she thought of this stranger passing in front of her. Perhaps, if he passed by again, she could get him to stop and chat for a bit, find out more about him. If he came here often ..her mind swam at the double meaning. Perhaps he would brush against her leg ever so lightly, she lightly glided her hand over her thigh, caressing it softly. As her thoughts began to run rampant in her mind, she let her actions accompany them.. until she was adjusting her skirt... to better be able to reach her damp panties, without thinking, she slipped her hand inside to reach her waiting lips, they were pouting with desire and neglect. She teased them until her breath was coming in quick gasps, and then began to caress her throbbing clit...Oh! this was almost too much, and she to began to pleasure herself oblivious to anything else.
I had been running for about an hour now, and I slowed my pace. As I jogged on slowly looking back across the lake, I saw someone I thought I knew. As I looked closer, I realized that it was the young woman that I had passed earlier. She was rather good looking. Well built, without being overly so. I had noticed earlier that she was not wearing a bra, but she really didn't need one. Her breasts stood well on their own! Or at least, they had been when I passed by...?! As I watched her, I stopped running suddenly, as I realized that she had started to masturbate! Hungrily, I quickly picked up the pace hoping to get there before she finished.
I was about 10 feet away from her, camouflaged by some bushes, when I continued to watch the show. I was better able to appreciate her body from here. As she got closer to the edge, I could feel my own body responding to her now audible sighs. I found myself wishing that I could hold those lovely breasts against me, as I shared the heat of her passion box with her. She looked around quickly, and saw no one, then she lifted her skirt and moved aside her damp white lace panties. I could smell her scent in the air, and it turned me on even more. Then as she inserted a finger into her juicy looking cunt, I wished I could take it's place! I reached into my sweats and released my now strained member. I slowly began to caress it in time to her now almost frenzied thrusts. Just when I was on the verge, I felt something grab my leg! I jumped. OH NO! It was her dog, and he didn't look none too friendly! He growled menacingly.
At this, the blonde quickly dropped her skirt, and came running over. "What is it, Roamy?" She asked. Then, as she saw me, "Oh."
That "Oh." didn't sound too promising, especially in my present situation. My erection had quickly wilted, and was trying to find it's way back inside. What to do? Well...act as gentlemenly as possible I suppose, so I said, "Umm, My name is Rob, nice dog, by the way."
Her deep blue eyes bore into, and then she smiled. "Well, did you enjoy the show?"
I blushed. "Umm...yes, I did."
She smiled again, "My name is Camille. Would you like to go back to my place and have lunch?"
HUH?! "Um...sure I guess so..." I hesitantly responded, not being all too sure 1) whether I had heard her correctly, and 2) how I should respond!
"You _guess_ so?" she threatened.
I looked down at her dog, he looked like he was _really_ enjoying this! "Well, I don't even know you, and I....I really don't know."
She stared at me. And stared. "Don't you think I have a beautiful body?" she asked.
I felt nervous. "Yes," I responded, "but I don't even know you."
Now she laughed out loud. "Okay, Roamy. Let him go."
I looked at her. "I don't understand..."
"Don't worry, " she smiled. "It's really very simple. It's been a long time since I met a _real_ person...I was just testing you."
I smiled back. It was strange to know that I knew what she was talking about. I felt like we had met before, talked before, something...
"Don't worry about it," she thought back at me. "let's go have lunch."
I was confused, but what the hell? I thought. And we went to have some lunch.
(to be continued?)
Okay...should I leave Renee & Alan in the shower, and follow Camille and her new friend? Or should I let them enjoy 'lunch' in peace and get Alan & Renee out of the shower before their fingers get all wrinkly?
Re'ah
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