I’ve been thinking a lot about anonymous encounters with strangers lately. One fantasy that keeps popping into my imagination is one where I’m out for a run in Stanley Park in Vancouver. And yes, I realize how completely unrealistic any of this is, but that’s why we call them fantasies. 😉

I’ve finished my run and before walking back to my downtown hotel, I sit down on a bench near Lost Lagoon, in a secluded spot, to enjoy the scenery. A woman I just saw a few minutes ago on the trail sits down on the bench and asks if I had a good run. She’s incredibly forward and tells me how she enjoyed the view as I ran past her a few minutes ago, as she scoots closer to me on the park bench. I awkwardly thank her as she tells me she bets my legs could use a rub down. “Uhhhm yeah, I suppose they probably could.” She rubs my thigh closest to her for a bit and quickly moves upward and brushes against my balls and now hardening cock. First she gropes me over my shorts, enjoying the feeling of me becoming harder. After checking to see if I mind, and the surrounding area for other people, she slides a hand inside my running shorts and starts stroking me. I can’t believe what’s happening but I don’t stop it. I just keep watching to make sure nobody is around. I let her keep jerking me until eventually I explode over her hand. She licks most of it off her hand and the rest soaks into my running shorts, looking like it could be sweat stains. Without another word and just the most mischievous smile, she gets up and walks away. I compose myself and try to convince myself that it wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.