A second story I wrote recently for a special woman.  If that describes you, and especially if you're a wee bit older, it could well be about you too.

I'm out running, same as I am most weekends, although this one seems a
little different somehow.  I can't tell why right now.  What I do know
is it's so hot today and the sweat is pouring off me.  My water bottle
is empty too and I'm quite lost.  I had a good idea I where I was going
when I left but somehow - perhaps I took a wrong turn? - I find myself
in the middle of nowhere, between towns.

There's nothing else I can do but press on to the next town so I can get my bearings.  I
reluctantly lift my tired legs once more and start to head towards the
town in the distance.  There's no wind at all today and my clothes are
sticking to me.  I can taste the sweat on my lips.

Eventually I tart to pass some houses, and finally find myself in the middle of this
 town, wherever it is.  I stop by a large map in the centre to try and
work out where I am, hands on my knees and breathing more heavily with
every second.

The map's not a lot of help - it's small, old and
faded and none of the names mean anything to me.  How the hell did I end
 up here?  I don't usually get lost, and when I do I can usually find my
 way back without any trouble.  Maybe there's some reason I was supposed
 to be here.

I feel slightly helpless as I gaze back along the
road.  Should I turn back or keep going?  It was then that I glanced
into the distance and saw you approaching.

It's hard to work out
exactly it was that drew me to you.  Something inside that told me this
was somebody kind and warm-hearted certainly.  But definitely something
more... I find myself gazing up and down your body, and just manage to
stop myself before you arrive.  I remember hoping you didn't notice but
I'm pretty sure you did.  Why do I have this weakness for sexy older
women?!

I rise to my feet and start to walk towards you.  "Excuse
 me" I just manage to say - my throat is so dry! - "can you help me?"

I
 just mean to ask for directions, but you look more concerned and stare
at my leg.  I can't remember what you said exactly, but you've noticed
the blood on my leg, mostly dried now.  I'd forgotten about it.

"Oh
 that", I mumble, embarrassed.  It's nothing, just a graze from some
nettles or something."  Actually it stung like fuck when the thorns had
dug into my skin but it's easing now.  Besides, I'm hardly going to let
on how sore it is.

"Let me have a look" you say and I jump as you
 place your hand on my thigh.  You run your hand up slowly, lifting the
leg of my shorts towards my crotch, to see the wound (or so I thought,
naively.)

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up", you say, standing
up quickly.  I feel you grab my hand - is this woman over-familiar or
what!

"I live near here", you explain, "we'll get that leg sorted
 and get you a drink."  You noticed how out of breath I was.  I was
impressed, but still pretty embarrassed by the whole situation.  A
little freaked out too by this stranger leading me towards here home. 
But more intrigued, I suppose, as to why she was acting so strangely.  I
 know much better now, of course...

As we walk together we make
some small talk but I'm not really listening as I check out your body
again.  Your skirt is not too short but short enough to see your nice
legs and blowing a little in the wind.  I can't take my eyes off your
cleavage exposed to the sun, not too much but enough to set my
imagination going.

You make me go through the door first - it's
only now that you've told me how you love my bum I realise you were
checking me out - and lead me into your kitchen.  You sit me on a stool
and go to fetch some kind of antiseptic for my leg.

You kneel in
front of me and I feel it sting as you apply it to my wound.  It feels
kind of nice though, and you move your hand slowly up and down my thigh
in a circular motion.  Perhaps it's my imagination but your hand seems
to creep further up my shorts each time.  I feel myself slowly
stiffening up, but that's when you withdraw your hand.  I'm shocked by
how disappointed I feel.  My desire is growing and I'm starting to
really want you.  Is this wrong?

After a quick drink you lead me
upstairs to the bathroom.  You tell me I can use the shower and show me
how it works.  I don't see much point - I've just got to put my sweaty
clothes back on again afterwards - but decide that the cooling water on
my skin would feel pretty good right now.  Besides, this could go
somewhere.

I step in and feel the water running over my head and
body.  It feels so good, cooling my hot, dry skin instantly.  I tilt my
head back and enjoy the feeling of the water running down my chest.

Suddenly
 I hear the door open behind the shower curtain.  "I'm just bringing you
 some fresh towels" you explain, but your voice seems somehow different.
  I can tell you're still waiting there, but I'm not sure what for. 
Should I reply?

The presence of such an attractive woman next to
my naked body - just the other side of the curtain - starts to arouse me
 once more and I finally know just what I want.  I decide to take the
risk.  This woman does no who I am and nobody else in this town does
either.  What's the worst that could happen.

I wrap my fingers
around the curtain and boldly slide it all the way back, exposing myself
 completely to you.  I smile and meet your eyes, but quickly my smile
disappears.

Why?  Well I meant to surprise you, but you've
surprised me big time.  You've removed your top and skirt and stand
there in just your underwear - small red bra and pants that seem to
somehow match your personality perfectly.

"Would you like me to
join you", you ask, in a low voice.  I'm speechless, my mouth wide open,
 but just manage to nod as I gaze on your hot body.  You let out a wee
smile and your hands rise automatically to the clasp on your bra.  My
eyes widen as your incredible breast tumble out of it.  You step out of
your underwear and I see your smooth pussy for the first time.  I know
from that moment I have to feel my tongue against it.

You join me
 under the shower and I pull the curtain across.  We're now in our own
little world, where we make the rules and we do what we want.

I
press my lips against yours in a way I've longed to do from the moment
we met.  As we kiss I feel one of your hands against my cheek and the
other slowly running down my wet chest.  Our lips part and I gasp as I
feel your hand grip around my hard cock for the first time.  You start
to stroke it gently and gaze into my eyes to watch my reaction.  I'm
lost in pleasure and my wet hands wrap around your breasts, thumbs
slowly circling your nipples.  But they suddenly slip out of my hands
and I realise that you've dropped to your knees in front of me.

You
 make sure my foreskin is fully peeled back and I feel your warm breath
against the tip of my cock.  You pause for a moment - you seem to be
enjoying the sight - and finally I feel your tongue running around it. 
My hands run through your hair as you guide my cock into your waiting
mouth.  It feels so smooth, warm and wonderful.  I moan louder and
louder as you suck me harder and faster.  It feels like you're draining
the very life out of me, but it's wonderful.  I look down gleefully and
see the curve of your gorgeous ass just visible below your head.  I know
 I get to have my hands on your body at last.

I pull my cock from
 your mouth and help you to your feet.  I've already grabbed a bottle of
 shower gel and now squirt some onto my hands.  I then slowly rub it
onto your warm skin, over your neck and shoulders, breasts and tummy,
legs and bum, and finally up your thighs towards the most special
place...

Before I can touch you, you push me away playfully and
smile "not yet".  You take the shower head and wash off all the soap
then take my hand and lead me out of the bathroom, grabbing a couple of
towels as we go.

Your bed looks so clean, warm and inviting.  You
 lie a couple of towels on it and climb on top.  As you do your legs
fall open like magic and I finally get to look at you like I want.  Your
 body is glistening wet and I want nothing more than to be pressed
against it right now.

I climb on top of you and kiss you again,
deeper and harder than before.  I feel my desire increasing and I kiss
you quickly and desperately, down onto your neck and along to your ear,
sucking quickly on the lobe.  I move down til my head is resting between
 your large tits then take one in my hand.  I slowly lick around the
surface, kissing closer and closer to the centre each time, teasing you.
  Eventually I reach your hard nipple and position my mouth over it,
letting you feel my warm breath on the warm, sensitive skin.  I slowly
ease my mouth onto it, and playfully flick my tongue against it, feeling
 your hands on my neck and shoulders as I do.  It drives me on.

I
 tease your other nipple in the same way then kiss a line over your
lovely smooth tummy, stopping just short of your clit.  I know how much
you want it but decide instead to kiss and lick your warm, wet thighs
instead.  It's murder for me not to dive into your gorgeous wet pussy
but I want to tease you, and I can tell from your hands on my head and
your slow moaning that's it's working.

Finally I position my
mouth over your clit again and reach out my tongue, licking you slowly
from bottom to top.  The taste and scent is unbelievable and drives me
wild.  I hear you gasp as I run my tongue over your wet lips over and
over, and finally tease your clit with the tip of my tongue.  You can't
take any more and violently pull my head into you, so I place my mouth
over your clit and lick it frantically while my fingers explore your
wetness.

Seconds later I hear you cry out and your hips suddenly
thrust upwards, more juices leaking from your wet pussy.  I enjoy your
orgasm as much as you do, loving the chance to enjoy it close up.  I
gaze up at your face as you cum, and it looks so beautiful, just seeing
you lost in pleasure.

As your body calms I bring myself up and
kiss you again.  Your hands welcome me, once of my head and the other
around my back, embracing me against you.  Your hand soon reaches down
for my cock and you smile.  We know what we both need.

I take my
it in my hand now and quickly lower it over your clit - the time for
teasing has passed - positioning it over your warm hole.  I lower my
hips and feel your body accepting me inside, so warm and smooth.  I
lower my chest onto yours again and you kiss me as I find my rhythm
inside you.  Soon our bodies are moving together, feeling so wonderful
to be connected in the most intimate way.

I start to increase my
strides and drive into you faster, my balls striking your bum with each
stroke.  I watch your breasts dance in front of my face as I thrust
harder, and as I go to stroke your face you take two of my fingers into
your mouth and suck them gently.  It's so erotic and I know I can't hold
 back much longer.

I pull my head and shoulders back and thrust
inside you harder than ever.  Gazing down at you I know that we're both
in the place we need to be, and our eyes meet once more.  Your hands
frantically grab at my chest, and I watch your eyes close as you throw
your head back against the pillow in ecstasy.

I can't hold back
either and as you cum beneath me my mouth drops open and I gasp.  The
breath is taken from me as I finally feel myself release deep inside
you, my warm juices filling you with each stroke.  I gasp and moan as
the feeling takes over, and I'm powerless to resist.  I cum over and
over, before finally collapsing.  You take me into your arms and then
gently roll me onto my back, lying beside me with your arm and leg lain
across my hot sweaty body.

I can't remember how long we lay like
that, not saying anything, or needing to say anything.  But needless to
say, it wasn't the last time.  It's true to say though that nothing ever
 felt quite like that again - the day I found just what I was looking
for, by getting lost.