Waiting

WaitingI wait every day for her to go by. She never fails. She runs her run and always in the same places. I hide behind a tree, or in the bushes and watch as she goes by. She runs without style, but it just causes her breasts to bounce up and down inside her tight top. She never wears Escort a bra and I can see her long, thick nipples as they strain against the thin material.I am already hard when she comes into view. I dip my hand into my loose shorts and feel the greasy pre-cum ooze onto Escort Bayan my fingers. I watch like in slow motion her hard nippled breasts bounce as she jogs along. They swing wildly and I can imagine them free of the top and swinging in the air.I then see her naked Bayan Escort in my mind's eye, her firm triangle covered with gentle brown hair. Her firm thighs tensing and loosing as her legs pound the earthen path.There is never anyone out here. When she passes I step down onto the path and stroke my hard penis. It doesn't take long and a strip of cum arcs out over the ground, the sticky white cream balling up in the dust.I feel spent and pull up my shorts and step back into the shadows, already waiting for tomorrow.