Hitting the blacktop on hands and knees, I groaned. Damn that hurt. I hadn’t seen the lip of the cracked road, and the toe of my running shoe had hit it square on, knocking me off my feet.

I started doing the whole runner once-over after falling. Any bones broken? Didn’t seem to be. Scrapes? A few. Cuts? No bad ones.

A hand came down on my shoulder, startling me.

“Sorry!” a man’s voice immediately said. “I saw you go down. Wanted to make sure you were OK.”

I shut my eyes, praying when I turned around the guy wouldn’t be who I thought it was. Mr. Green Baseball Hat. The guy I’d been ogling for weeks on my spring runs.

I knew it would be, though. That was my luck.

I turned, squinted against the sun and sighed when I saw the green baseball cap. Yeah, it was him.

“Fine,” I managed to reply. “I’m fine. Just clumsy with bad luck. I won’t be winning any races anytime soon,” I joked.

“But is winning really the point?” he asked.

“Almost never.”

Despite my terribly embarrassing — and slightly painful — situation, my pussy was molten. I’d pranced past him enough times, hoping against hope he’d notice me. And he’d noticed me, all right. I must’ve made quite the impression as I nearly fell flat on my face.

Over the previous few weeks, I’d masturbated to blissful orgasm more than once to mental images of that man. The man who’d just taken my hand in his to help me up.

I stood, my shaky legs having nothing to do with my fall.

“Can I help you to your car or… ” He let the sentence trail off.

“No, I’m good. I think I can walk.”

As I entertain some X-rated thoughts about you, sir, I added in my head.

“I’m David,” he said, offering me his hand once more in introduction.

I told him my name, shook his hand and tried not to picture it sliding along my naked body.

I failed.

“Can I ask you something?” he queried.

“Sure.”

“Can I have your number? I’ve seen you running every morning and tried to work up the courage to talk to you, but… ” Another trailing off sentence.

I asked for his cellphone and then entered my digits into his contacts, telling him, “Call me.”

But he surprised me by saying: “Or I can pick you up in a few hours for an early dinner and a walk along the lake.” He looked down at my scuffed knee. “If you’re up to it, that is.”

“Oh, I’m up to it,” I assured him.

We agreed he’d come get me at four, and I hurried back to my car not giving a crap about my screaming knee. I could be injured later.

For our date, I wore a pair of black leggings and green formfitting pullover. It was my power outfit because it showed off my assets — namely my ass.

After I heard his knock on my front door, I rushed to answer and nearly whistled at the sight of him. He was usually in gym clothes when I saw him, but this time he wasn’t. He looked fine, fine, fine in low-slung faded jeans and a black tee. My heart did a little happy dance in my chest, then the sensation slid lower and settled in my cunt.

My pussy grew wet, and a tingle worked through me that seemed to be building in intensity. God, I wanted him. I’d wanted him for so long

I decided waiting was no longer an option. I reached out and stroked his wrist.

“How would you feel about a drink here first? Then dinner later?” I proposed.

And by drink, I meant a little naked time.

He caught on immediately and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His hand slid up my neck and under my hair to cup the back of my head. My nipples turned into sensitive little stones.

“If you’re sure,” he said, diving in for a kiss and thrilling me intensely.

His mouth settled on mine, and I eagerly leaned in to the kiss I’d been fantasizing about for so long. The sensation of his tongue sliding along my lower lip went right to my cunt. I pictured him using his tongue on me there. I gasped and slid my hand over his crotch. His dick was hard beneath his clothes, and I hummed into his mouth.

He grabbed my ass and yanked me forward, allowing me to grind my pussy against his cock. I humped him shamelessly. After lusting after him all those months, getting the chance to put my hands all over him was too good to pass up.

On that note, I shoved my hand into his pants and past his boxer briefs and wrapped my fingers around his big shaft. His cock was hot and hard and smooth against my palm.

I reared back to look at him and saw his face was bathed in ecstasy.

“Is this OK?” I asked.

He barked out a laugh and answered, “It’s beyond OK. But while we’re at it… I’d very much like to touch you.”

“Yes, please,” I said. “That would be good. Right now would be better.”

We resumed making out, and I felt his tongue slide along mine as his hand slipped inside my leggings and past my panties. I’d worn pretty peach ones because I wanted them to look nice. Because I’d had every intention of us ending up exactly where we were headed.

He slid a warm finger along my cleft, brushed it over my clit and then slipped it into my slick heat. My pussy was so fucking wet I heard his finger enter me.

He sighed into my mouth, and I sucked on his tongue. I tugged him back toward the sofa and pushed him down onto it lengthwise. I straddled him, moving languidly against his crotch.

He grabbed my ass and squeezed. I moved to work open his belt, and then his button and zipper. He raised his hips for me, and I finally freed his dick. I leaned in, lapping at the head of his cock. I gave him a hearty lick, and when he buried his hands in my hair, I sucked the tip of him into my mouth. I worked my tongue over his crown, tasting his warm skin.

He thrust up and drove into my mouth — forceful but not too hard. I pushed my mouth down onto his length. I drew on him gently at first, dragging my tongue along his shaft. When he tugged on my hair, I did it harder.

Sounds of pleasure tumbled from his lips, and he pushed me back gently and said, “Stop, or I’m going to come, and that’s not how I want our first time to go.”

“Fair enough,” I said, standing up and shimmying out of my leggings. I stripped slowly, so he could watch. He lazily stroked his cock while I undressed. Then he curled a finger at me and said, “Come over here.”

I straddled his hips, but he kept tugging at me. “Up here,” he said. “On my face.”

I blushed but said, “I’d like that.”

Once I was hovering over his mouth, I felt the first warm brush of his tongue over my clit. I sighed and let myself sink down a little bit. Then he really went at me, lapping at my slit and nuzzling my cunt. Then he nearly drove me out of my mind by sucking on my clit.

His fingers slid up my inner thighs. He pushed one into my cunt, and when I bucked, he quickly added a second. It didn’t take much to get me fully worked up. I’d been fantasizing about this very thing for months. I had wanted him before I even knew his name.

I dropped down even more and felt him really latch onto me, working my clitoris with his lips and tongue, and driving his fingers into my pussy at the perfect angle. It was sheer bliss.

I clutched the sofa’s arm and came with a window-rattling cry as my cunt flexed around his still moving fingers.

As I slid down his torso, he grinned at me.

“You’re very proud of yourself,” I teased.

He shrugged and replied, “You could say that.”

I tsked at him good-naturedly and then positioned his cock against my wet slit. I locked eyes with him, noticing his were brown with a lovely green ring around each pupil, then I plunged down onto his hard dick.

That wiped the smile off his face. His eyes drifted shut, his fingers clutched my hips, and he drove his hips upward, taking my breath away as he jammed his cock up into me.

“Again,” I demanded breathlessly.

He obeyed, slamming his cock upward. The thrust was so deep, so hard and so fucking good.

It didn’t matter that I was on top. He seemed intent to do most of the work. He held me with strong hands and fucked me from beneath, and I took every thrust. When he paused to catch his breath, I leaned forward. With my tits dangling against his lips, I rode him slowly. Up and down, up and down. I angled myself this way and that to get him right where I needed, pounding against my juicy G-spot.

He moved a bit faster, pinching my hips fairly hard, but I didn’t care. The small bite of pain accented my pleasure.

My cunt was wet, soaked, drenched. I was so fucking close to coming.

I started to move faster and faster. He took one of my nipples between his lips and sucked on it. The sensation shot straight from my breast to my pussy, a lovely tug and pull of pleasure.

I clenched my cunt around his driving dick, and it was his turn to moan.

But doing that set off a chain reaction of pleasure that built to an immense height before I fell over the edge into orgasm. I willingly surrendered to the lush warm spasms of my release.

With every pulse of my climax, I grew wetter. I was so slippery, and he sighed, “That’s good.”

I clenched him one more time on the tail end of my release, and he grunted, grabbed my hips hard, thrust up and climaxed himself.

His athletic body shook beneath me as he was wracked by intense pleasure.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed.

By then, I was spent. I sagged against him, completely drained of energy but full of satisfaction.