A walk in the park: a fantasy

With wife and kids getting on me about every little thing I grabbed my keys and stormed our of the house.  The last thing I needed was a guilt trip about what hadn’t been done during the week, or who was hitting who and why.  The work week had been hectic and I needed five minutes of peace and quiet. And it was evident I wasn’t going to get it at home, even after slamming down a bottle of Dragon’s Milk to calm the nerves.

Jumping into my SUV I blast the mixed CD  of Imagine Dragons I’d made and start off to destinations unknown.  I didn’t intend to drive. Usually I’ll just walk around the block a couple times until cooler heads prevail.  But today required me to get further away. I needed space.  I needed fresh air.  I needed a place to walk where I didn’t have to worry about getting hit by a car.

There was only one place that came to mind and my vehicle found its way there without further thought. The brew I had drained in three gulps was making my head a little woozy,  no food and a 11% ABV can do that. With my heart rate elevated the stout was quickly rushing through my body.  So getting to a destination quickly,  and without incident, was a priority. 

I pulled into Livingston Park, the radio still blasting and found a shaded spot along the tree line. I could hear the kids playing at the playground across the parking lot. And there was a plethora of people walking the trail that circumferences the prominent pond. I was watching without watching, letting the alcohol do its thing while enjoying the crisp Spring breeze that New England enjoys every year.

That was until a car pulled up beside me. I tried not to notice as the driver got out of the car. But I couldn’t help myself. I was pissed off at the wife and some eye candy was a welcomed addition to the shitty day. I kept my head forward, but my sunglasses shielded my gaze as I secretly checked her out.

She was of average height, 5’7 give or take, with long light brunette hair that was tied back into a pony tail. Then I saw her eyes. I’m a sucker for eyes. They were a rich brown, that could suck the life out of any one who drew her gaze. The were vibrant and spoke of a confidence that I found very attractive. I had to shift in my seat as my manhood twitched in response to her sudden,  yet welcomed, arrival.

Sporting a runner’s sports bra and shorts, she knelt in front of my bumper to lace up her shoes. Loosing sight of her sucked, I didn’t want her to feel like I was creeping on her. And to my defense, I wasn’t.  I was admiring her beauty. As she rose she looked up at me with those vivacious eyes and then turned to head off to the trail. My eyes tracked her movement through the parking lot and then she was off trotting  to the right in the direction of the “end”  of the trail. My guess was that she wanted the hilled portion of the path first to get her heart rate going before hitting the smoother leveled portions of the trail.

Whether inspired by hormones, or by the need to stretch my legs (and give my wood some space to breath), I exited my silver transport and headed off in the opposite direction.  Yes,  I wanted to see her again, and not just from behind.  Could you blame me? She was a sculpture of perfection. Well toned from head to toe, and enough of a bosom that she could tease and it not appear overdone.

With her head start a saw her approach around the quarter mile marker (it’s exactly a mile around the pond). I wanted to stop and admire her,  but resisted the obvious. But as she passed she gave me a parting glance and headed off. Maybe my head was playing games with me, or again,  maybe it was just my hormones,  but I felt the  look conveyed more.  (Wishful thinking.) Or maybe it was just the way I dressed.  After all, I was likely the only one for miles that daily wore a cowboy hat,  boots and a buckle as part of their wardrobe.  So, it could have been a look of curiosity. 

I walked on with the image of her literally running through my mind.  My sex was thickening and getting longer the more and more I thought about her.  How I wanted to pin her up against a tree and kiss her madly.