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It was a beautiful, sunny day; not too hot, not too cool. I drove out to one of the more remote county parks to relax by the river for a while. I have an annual pass and didn’t have to stop at the self-serve stand to pay and register. As I was headed for the furthest point from the entrance, I noticed a blue van already there. That looks like Amy’s van, I thought. Sure enough, there were the telltale stickers in the back windows. The van windows were up so I figured it was locked and she and Mark must be down at the water. I parked about twenty feet away and set up my chair and side table in front of the truck. Amy and Mark are a rather odd couple. Both are in their mid-fifties. Mark is a trucker just getting back into the business years after booze put him out of it (too many DUIs). He barely drinks anymore, but he’s what could be called “slow” in his thinking, maybe damage from the years of marinating his brain in alcohol. He’s also excessively macho, comically so. Amy, on the other hand, is extremely intelligent. She’s lived high in the financial community in the past, only to fall from there in a divorce from an abusive husband. Now she works at the local woo-woo shop. Quite sweet and feminine, she has an odd quality that makes it difficult to pin down her age. Sometimes at one glance, she will look like a teenager, and at the next, an ancient crone. Sixteen to eighty in a blink. I’ve never figured that out, but others have noticed it, too. While Mark drives trucks and rides his motorcycle trying to reclaim his past days as a badass biker (so he imagines them to be), Amy has become somewhat of a spiritual guru in the area. That’s how I met her, and through her, Mark. I’ve since backed away from that part of the community when it became clear to me çankaya escort that they were less about being spiritual and more about making money (I don’t do well with hypocrites).I was sitting there enjoying the sunshine, listening to the birds and the river flowing when I heard, “Well, hello there.” Looking over toward the blue van, I saw Amy standing in front of it, dripping wet in a bikini. Holy shit, I knew she had an awesome body, but she’d always kept it hidden under layers of loose clothing. Those breasts I’d felt pressed against me during so many hugs were glistening with beaded water on them, barely covered by the red and white flowered bikini top. Her belly, also glistening above the bikini bottom, barely showed signs of bearing three daughters. I felt my dick beginning to rise, so I stayed seated. Her seeing a tent in my pants that she caused would have really pissed macho Mark off.“Hi, Amy. I thought that was your van. Fancy meeting you here. You and Mark are welcome to join me.” I really wanted to get a closer look at her, but while sitting to hide my protuberance. She held up a finger and said, “Be right there,” then went to the back of the van and unlocked the door. Pulling out a camp chair, she made her way over the rocks to me. Damn, woman, put that chair behind you; it’s blocking the view.Setting her chair on the other side of my table, she said, “Mark’s not here. I’m taking some time for myself today.” Hmmm, was that a bit of anger in her voice? “Well, it’s good to run into you. Been a long time. How’s things in your world?” I asked. “I see you’re still doing readings and the circles at the store.” “I am, and we all wish you’d come back. The circle wouldn’t exist if not for your keçiören escort urging me to start it. I’ll always be in your debt for that encouragement when I needed it most.”That brought up the memory of a dark time in my brief southern Oregon history, when the price of the circle went up and I couldn’t afford it, and the owner of the store couldn’t have given a shit less. “I don’t do Babylon, Amy. We’ve been over that before. As long as Frank (store’s owner) is playing by Babylon rules, I won’t be there.” Since we seemed to be into drama now, I continued, “You and Mark having problems? I picked up on a tone in your comment about taking a day for yourself.” “Oh, his machoism gets on my nerves sometimes. He always has to be the badass. It gets old.”That reminded me of my ex’s family back in Michigan, always drinking and fighting. “Has he been getting into fights?”“No, no, nothing like that. He just likes to think he’s the boss, and honestly he’s not very good at it.” “Yeah, I don’t think he would be. He’s always struck me as being a bit slow on the uptake.” OK, now that this has been broached, why hold back? “For a while I couldn’t understand why you two were together, other than he might be great for you in bed. Then it dawned on me that you’re an alpha and need to control. He’s weak-minded and easily manipulated. Now it all makes sense.” I honestly expected her to leave at that, blowing up or not. Her head snapped around, eyes blazing, and I noticed her chest heaving in controlled anger. I also noticed the droplets on her breasts had mostly dried, as had her bikini top, and her nipples were quite pronounced under the fabric. Damned fine stuff. I didn’t care if she noticed me staring; it would etimesgut escort probably be the only chance I ever got.“You’re quite perceptive. I’ve always known you are.” I looked up at her face and she was smiling. The fire was still in her eyes, but it had changed. For a moment she looked sixteen, then fifty-four. Damn, she was confusing. My dick twitched. “Mark dominates in bed, and I like that, but he’s hair-triggered. We’ve tried everything, but he just can’t last, so we’re in this routine where he goes down on me until I cum, then we fuck for a few seconds until he does. Just for once, I’d like to climax with a dick in me.” All the while, she’s staring into my eyes, gauging the response in my face. I was shocked at this sudden, unexpected openness. I wondered if it showed. It must have.As I let my gaze travel slowly down her body, I asked, “So you’re saying you’re open to brief encounters with no strings attached, just to satisfy your desires?” When she said she was, I moved my chair around next to hers, so we were side-by-side facing opposite directions. That way, we could watch everywhere. My dick was still at half-mast. I noticed she noticed. “Would I be someone you would pick?” She nodded with an affirmative sound. I reached out and stroked her neck, then let my fingers trail down across her right breast to the edge of her top. I hooked them under it and pulled it down to reveal the nipple. She gasped and looked around but made no move to stop me. Giving her nipple a flick and a light pinch/pull, I returned the top to its proper position and said, “Damn, I bet you’re a mighty fine fuck. How’s your van?” She replied, “Waiting for us.” We stood and walked to the open back doors.I’d noticed years ago when helping her pack up after a circle that the van was set up with a bed that always appeared to have had some use (sleeping, I assumed). I was surprised to see, now that she and Mark had bought a house, that it was still set up that way. They were into day trips, not overnight camping, and usually took his bike, anyway. We climbed in and she closed the doors behind us.