Elliptical machine woman and a diamond status blowjob. [MF]

It was a small boutique gym. One of those trendy places with a chic aesthetic and cult following. I could say I joined to get in shape, but I’ll be honest and tell you I followed the parade of yoga pants toward the EDM music. Now, it was the pinnacle of the see-through Lululemon legging scandal and the golden age of the fake tan. I was naive and inexperienced, clueless to the sleeper cell of world class blowjob talent right next to me on the elliptical.

I saw her there all the time. A little older than me and always in little shorts and a casual t-shirt. Not bad looking, but it was really her body that was killer. Tan, blonde hair, all legs and ass. Big genuine smile. A little muscular with kind of a dominant feminine vibe, but a really nice dash of wholesomeness. I assumed she was unavailable and out of my league.

The gym had a sense of community and this older gay couple appeared at the epicenter. They were cool, friendly, and socially networked with everyone. They started chatting me up and the brief conversations eventually brought me into a larger social circle. That’s how I got to know the hottie on the elliptical. Her name was Stacey.

Anal sex after church. [MF]. Losing our virginity and going to hell.

Marisa and I were classmates in a strict religious high school. We were both naive 18-year-old virgins and had been fully indoctrinated into the dogmatic rules of sex by religious purists. Premarital sex was forbidden, and if you masturbated you had to get on your knees and confess it to a dude in a little dark confined booth. As soon as I got cleared for entry back into heaven I always got kicked immediately back out for imagining boobs. It was frustrating. I was frustrated.

Despite attempting to perpetuate a culture that championed sexual abstinence, our head church figure was one day scandalously arrested in a public restroom. Considering this was the same person who scolded us not to explore our own sinful desires, we became more open to alternate viewpoints. Also, I just started assuming I was going straight to hell and quit going to that little booth to get bailed out every time I masturbated or thought about boobs.

I caught a [M]ature couple [F]ucking outdoors on a hiking trail.

The national forest close to where I grew up was a sacred place to me. As a young adult it was where I sorted through my thoughts and found comfort in solitude. One afternoon I headed out to a trail that starts high on a forested ridge and winds its way down to a valley. There were no other cars at the trailhead, so I didn’t expect to see anyone else. Most of the time I had the place to myself.

I had been casually jogging for about five minutes and my focus was aimed mostly down at the trail just ahead. Coming around a bend I hear and see something in my peripheral vision. I look up and just ahead on the trail are two mountain bikes leaning against a tree, and a man with lowered spandex shorts doggystyle humping a bent over blonde woman with dropped spandex shorts. They don’t see me and they don’t stop.

I’m instantly shocked and frozen in place. I’m transfixed. This older blonde woman is standing bent forward with her hands on her thighs, fully clad in spandex, hair bouncing as she gets pounded. Right there on the trail with her bike shoes in the dirt and spandex shorts pulled down. The man is holding her at the waist from behind and also has just enough spandex pulled down you can see his ass pumping and pelvis smashing into her rear end.