





When I have reached the top of the hill my breath was gasping. My breasts going up and down fast. I sowered the pace and looked around for a spot. Then I saw him - a lonly runner may be, hidden behind the trees. He saw me too but didn’t moove. Just stayed there his eyes gazing at me. I pretend I didn’t see him and started undressing, posing, taking my lonley shots. As I felt his eyes on me I become wet, excited, my skin more sensitive to te touch of nature. Will he approach me … or we will part without a word. Two strangers in the lonely wood, chosen to keep the fantasy of what could have happened in their minds. Good morning boys :) Tips accepted at any time. Shade.