Walking BJ

In trying to lose weight, I've been more active taking daily walks around the neighborhood, and to a park attached on the far end. Most of the time, I take our dog, Blackjack (BJ for short), as well. He's a husky with a dark coat, unlike the typical light grey coat associated with the breed. It's kind of a two for one deal, something for me and something for him.

I'm middle aged, pushing 50. I had my looks in my youth, but after 25 years of marriage and four kids I have the typical belly to show for it and had given up on trying to impress anyone, but this is what I'm trying to change. I've also been trying to eat better to go along with the increased activity to work towards that "glow up" that I hear my wife and kids talk about.

My marriage is great. If definitely leaves room for opportunity in the bedroom though. My wife, Carol, has for the most part given up on the sexual activity in our life. There is the rare spark that makes for a great time, but for the most part I just get the usual quickie maybe once a week.

During the week, the walks usually occur at night after dinner and Carol has started her bedtime routine due to her early work shift the next morning. BJ and I stick to the mile walk within the neighborhood as the greenbelt to the attached park is not well lit at night. There is a bridge over a small creek connecting the two, but with no lights it is pretty close to pitch black. On the weekend, we tend to go out early before the neighborhood wakes up and we can get a two plus mile walk in being able to utilize the park as well.

Saturday

This weekend was a long weekend as Monday was a federal holiday so I was off of work. BJ and I started with our morning walk around the perimeter of the neighborhood before crossing the bridge into the park to do a couple of laps.

Most of the time, this early, we don't run into any other walkers, but when we do you never know if you'll actually cross paths with them.

On this particular Saturday, we did cross paths with a woman. She was shorter than me by a few inches, had long brown hair, and was bundled up pretty well due to the cold weather so I couldn't make out much more detail. I could tell that she had her earbuds in so she likely wouldn't hear a friendly "Good morning" so I just smiled as we made eye contact and moved on.

After that encounter, we were about done with our walk and headed home.

The Next Day

Sunday started out much the same. We went around the neighborhood and then to the park. When we get close to the park this time of year, the trees are missing their leaves, which gives us a good preview if anyone else is already there. I could see that there was going to be someone else, but they were pretty bundled so couldn't make out if they were anyone I had seen before.

About halfway through our first lap we came across this individual and I realized it was the same woman from the day before. She again had her earbuds, but this time she was speaking to to someone on the phone. All I could make out was "...Hold on." As we passed, she smiled and said "Good morning." I replied with the same.

As we passed each other on the next lap and she was still a short distance away, I barely made out "Here he comes again." When she got closer, she said "Yeah, he is cute." and gave me a knowing smile. This obviously caught me off guard, but I quickly dismissed it knowing she couldn't be talking about me.

BJ and I were done with our time at the park so we headed home.

Monday

Monday, as we got to the park, there didn't appear to be anyone there. I briefly thought about the encounter the day prior, and again dismissed it. There was no way she was talking about me, and she wasn't here anyway. She likely didn't have the day off and was working.

That's when is was startled by a voice behind me.

"Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were stalking me."

I quickly turned around and said, "Excuse me?"

"This the third day in a row we've been in the same place at the same time. It's got to mean something."

"I don't know." was all I could get out before adding, "BJ and I come here pretty often."

"Did you just refer to your dog as a BJ?"

"Oh, sorry. His name is Blackjack, BJ for short."

"Who named him?"

"My wife."

"And did she come up with the nickname, or did you?"

After thinking for a moment, "I guess it was me."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Figures. You mind if I walk with you and BJ?"

I let her know that I didn't mind and we spent the next 10-15 minutes going over the usual niceties in meeting someone. I told her how my wife and I had moved to Texas from California about 20 years prior and had four kids. She told me she grew up here, had one daughter that was already grown and out of the house due to having her when she was 16, and that she had married the father. I figured this put her in her mid-30's.

After finishing a few laps, I let her know it was time for BJ and I to get home. We said some quick goodbyes, nice meeting yous, and I turned to head home when I was caught off guard again.

"Hey. How's your sex life?"

"What?" I replied.

"I'm going to be honest with you. Mine is shit. My husband and I married too young, he doesn't believe in divorce, and could care less about me. I'm pretty sure he's getting some on the side."

"Wow, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. I'm not looking for sympathy. I'm just looking for someone who can satisfy my needs, and isn't the typical testosterone raged asshole. I understand you're married. I'm not looking to change that. You seem really nice, attractive, and I am just wondering if we're compatible, to help each other out."

After picking my jaw up off the floor I responded, "Yeah, it's not great for me either. My wife has never been as sexual as me, and her needs have greatly reduced in recent years."

"So what do you say?"

I hesitated. "I don't know..."

"Look, to show you I'm serious and give a test run, let's figure something out. Do you and BJ ever walk after dark?"

"Yeah, between 8-9 during the week."

"You know it gets pretty dark by this bridge, right?"

"Yes, we walk by it every night."

"Cool. Tomorrow, go about your usual routine, and let's see what happens."

"Okay." I said. "I really need to get going."

"Okay. I can see that I've stunned you. Think about it and I hope to see you tomorrow night. By the way, my name is Jules, short for Julie."

"Nice to meet you Jules."

I turned to leave.

She then called out, "And nice to meet you BJ. You're my favorite."

I chuckled and turned back to give a smile and wave goodbye.

My head was spinning. Was this something I could really do? I haven't been with another woman in 25 years, and Jules was likely 12-15 years younger than me. As much as I love sex, I don't know that I have the stamina I once had.

Then it hit me, I didn't even tell her my name.

The Meet Up

That next evening I went about my usual business. After dinner, I helped get things settled around the house, got BJ's gentle lead harness on, and headed off on our walk.

The bridge Jules mentioned would be towards the end of our walk, which gave me a lot of time to think. I considered bailing a half dozen times thinking of an excuse as to why I couldn't make it, but on I went.

When BJ and I got to that end of the neighborhood I looked to where the bridge would be, but it was too dark to make anything out. I was about to think that she didn't even come when I heard a loud whisper.

"Hey stalker."

I walked towards the bridge and was able to make a silhouette I had to assume was Jules.

"Sorry, I would have called your name, but you left yesterday before telling me it."

"Yeah, sorry. I was a bit flabbergasted, and can't believe I'm here now. My name is Greg."

"Well nice to meet you Greg. Are you ready?"

Before I could answer, I started thinking about the fact that I was attached to a dog, and what exactly were we about to do?

She must have sensed by hesitation with the dog and started for his lead.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"I guess I'm here, aren't I?" I realized that might have come out the wrong way.

She took the lead and led BJ towards the end of the bridge. From what I could tell in the darkness, she attached the lead to the end of the metal railing on one side of the bridge. There was grass there for him to rest on so I let my concern for him go for the moment.

When Jules returned, she positioned me with my back against the railing and said, "I'm going to make this really easy for you."

Facing me about six inches away, the flat of her left palm went straight to my crotch in search of my dick. It wasn't hard to find as it had been swelling at the thought of what might happen here. I inhaled at the touch and she quickly put a finger from her free hand to my lips to keep me quiet.

"I don't want you to say anything, and I don't expect anything in return. Tonight is for you, to show you how serious I am."

She continued to rub my dick from the outside on my jeans and reached down further to grab my swollen balls. It had been a while since they had last been drained.

"I think I'm going to like what I find down here."

Both of her hands went to my belt. She quickly undid the buckle and proceeded to open my jeans. Her hand, chilled by the air, came up to the base of my belly before going under the elastic of my underpants and straight to my now hard cock. I felt a quick chill at the touch of her fingers wrapping around it, but it quickly subsided as she started stroking up and down.

She chuckled, "This is the perfect hand warmer for nights like this."

Her stroking was nice and slow. I tried to not overthink what was happening, and enjoy it. It reminded me of high school handjobs from various girlfriends in all sorts of precarious situations. The thought of this only made me harder.

There wasn't a lot of room for her to maneuver, so she inched closer. I could feel her pressed up against my left side as her left hand continued in my pants. I could feel the top of her head and hair against my jawline. I went to wrap my arm around her. She stopped me.

"Sorry, no touching for you tonight. I'm afraid I just don't know you well enough." she whispered playfully up into my ear.

It then hit me. I don't really know what kind of a body she had. I guessed maybe a little on the thicker side, but she's had quite a few layers of clothes on, with tonight being no different. The thought quickly passed as I felt her reach down again for my balls.

With them now in her bare palm and fingers playing on the underside, as much as she could in the space given, she said "Oh, I see you're furry down here like me."

That's a detail... And one I definitely didn't mind. Most of the women I've been with have kept their natural bush, and those that had tried shaving often looked a little too pubescent.

As she continued with my balls, I could feel the length of my cock going up her wrist and arm. This sensation upped the excitement and I instinctively pulled back a little afraid to burst too soon.

She caught on, withdrawing her hand and saying, "Came a little close there, huh? That's okay. I don't want you to feel bad if you ever cum too soon. I know this is new and we are both bound to get a little over excited. If I need more from you, I'm sure you'll be willing to give it to me."

She then moved back in front of me, carefully using both hands to lower my underpants without dropping my jeans. This allowed my cock to stick out freely with my balls making an appearance just over the elastic band. She wrapped one full hand around my shaft with her thumb and forefinger towards the base. She then added her other hand behind it in the same way. With both hands wrapped around my dick, I could feel my head still exposed beyond the base of her second hand.

"Oh, this will do nicely." she said, having just gotten a good measurement of my manhood.

She released the second hand and pressed herself back up against my left side. Her left hand in the same position stroked my cock with the ever so slight twisting motion as it went back and forth. It felt strange to not be able to touch her back, but the stroking of my cock in the free night air was magnificent.

After a while, she whispered, "Now I'm going to get down there to really get you off. I want you to know you will not be going into my mouth tonight, but I do want to get a taste of your seed."

Before I could respond, she squatted down in front of me with my cock inches away from her face. She switched hands and started stroking with the fastest rhythm yet.

I tried to enjoy it for as long as I could. It was hard to not grab the sides of her head and plunge my cock down her throat. I had noticed her comment about it not going in tonight, meaning it would be going in at some point in the future. At the thought of this, my breathing became heavier and I was ready feed her my load.

Just then, headlights from a car rounding the road leading to the park lit us up. We both froze, me leaning back against the railing of this bridge, her squatting in front me, my dick in her hand, and my dog sitting casually not too far from us. I couldn't imagine what it would be like seeing that sight, but luckily the car kept going and we were back in darkness. I think we both realized we were now on borrowed time and needed to finish this encounter.

Jules' strokes now became more intense. With her free hand, she grabbed the inner part of my thigh for mobility, but also moved it up to my groin region, which intensified the sensation of what was happening.

"Come on stalker. Give me that seed." was all she had to say as I started to unload.

I body went tense and I looked down just in time to see the first couple ropes of cum shoot towards her face. The glistening of distant light on it was perfect. The first looked to be a direct hit on her tongue and into her mouth. The second got her just to the left side of her mouth and cheek, and quickly started dripping off her face. I couldn't remember the last time I came like this.

She kept stroking and cum continued sputtering out. Some hitting her face and the rest making glistening spots on her clothes or hitting the ground.

After she was convinced I was spent, she kissed the head of my cock, taking in the last drop of my seed before coming up to my ear and whispering, "That was warm and delicious. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Next time, go commando. Also, leave the dog at home. I'll bring the BJ." I could smell the scent of my cum on her breath.

With this, she walked away. Watching her silhouette I could see her wiping her cheek and licking the remaining cum off of her hand.

What have I gotten myself into?