Most thought me cute, of medium height, with natural red hair that hung over my shoulders, a sprinkling of freckles, dimples, and curves that drew unw...anted male stares.Every morning of social distance began with my run along the lake, and almost every day that tall beauty and I passed each other. It was normal to see some other runners, walkers, and bikers. Politeness decreed that if you came up from behind, you announce yourself. Then we began the Social Distance Dance, of shifting to maintain. I kept thinking about it more, how her nipple was sticking out just enough for me to see it and then after I stopped fondling her breast, her nip went a little soft which made it shift back into her shirt. I remembered watching her fine smooth ass while I pushed and pumped my manhood into her, forcing her to take my hard cock, knowing how she secretly wanted it from years before. I remembered her pussy hole making that squishy sound every time I fucked my dick inside her, and suddenly I was. Hauled them to one of the tables, turned around, and suddenly found himself unable to breathe. Not normally, at least. Fuck.Her navy cotton pointelle sweater had caught on the hem of her dress, and in her concentration on sorting through the cases, she hadn’t noticed that both her dress and slip had been pulled up to her waist. The sight of her lacy stocking tops and the navy mesh and white embroidery of her tanga cut panties...fuck. Her ass. Fuck.Breathe, Jeff. In, out, in. Three long. She touched my legs to indicate that I should spread them. First, she sat between my legs and gave me long Eselen style strokes all up and down my body. As she stroked up to my shoulders, she threw her hair over her head so that I could feel it caressing my back. After giving some extra attention to my glutes, she gave me a body slide all the way from my shoulders to my glutes. I could feel her firm but tender breasts rubbing up and down my body and I could feel her pubic hair brushing against.