I was out yesterday cycling along the river trail. Every so often I stop for a short rest, a drink of water, maybe a snack. On the way back home, with only a few more miles to go I stopped at one of my favorite benches. It's unique in that it has a shade from the sun and it's a popular rest stop. Most people will pass by if it's busy, but I still like to stop and have a few words with other riders & walkers.

I took a stop and there was a woman there. We spoke for a few minutes. I have to avoid thinking about how I'm dressed when riding. All I have on is thin, tight Lycra shorts, and on hot sunny days I don't wear a top because it's cooler. There's very little left to the imagination.

After a few minutes another woman comes out of the trees up the bank from the river and stops there too. I was told that was her sister. Soon after the woman leaves, but her sister remains. She was all fidgety, never staying still, and moving around a jacket thrown over her lap. Odd, but I didn't pay no mind. People do funny things.

Out of nowhere she whispers - but I couldn't hear her. She repeated again, maybe three times but I couldn't understand her. The next time a motorcycle drove by and again I couldn't understand. One more time, I sat on the bench, she moved closer on the bench and leaned in and asked, "Do you want to see my pussy?"

After I finally understood, completely flabbergasted, I tried to think up a response. Before I could answer she puts her legs up on the bench, spreads wide, and showed me a beautiful sight. And it was really quite nice. She had full, thick, dark lips spreading out, even in size and shape on both sides, a small clit hood up top, and a lovely pink gap surrounded by her dark skin. Very little hair if any. I was amazed!

I think I said it was very beautiful - but I don't know if my brain was working at the time. Then she asks if I wanted to touch it. (OMG how much I wanted to touch it, and more.)

I tried to explain that there was people and families walking by, a security camera across the way. I said how I would love to but the circumstances were pretty bad. I said if it were any other situation I would be glad to, and thanks for the offer.

She asked if it was because I don't like black women, but I assured her that wasn't the case. (In fact my fantasy is to fuck a black woman, so that certainly wasn't a reason!)

Then my pecker took control so I sat down again and said yes, let me touch it. And I did. It felt warm and nice, but wasn't wet. So if nothing else, at least I got to touch some black pussy. She then reached over and started to rub my bulge just on the other side of that thin, stretched Lycra.

But then my sense came back. I know we could have had a short mutual rubbing session until the next person walked by, but I got up and said I have to get going now and it's a long ride back. Again I assured her if it were any other circumstances I would love to but I just couldn't. There were so many reasons why I couldn't.

We talked a bit more, she asked what I liked. I said I can't believe we're talking about it but OK, I like blowjobs - give or receive. She started to offer one but I cut her off there.

For one, I don't know who she may be going with or married to, or if one of her cousins or brothers or someone else caught us there or further down in the bushes by the river. That could lead to a lot of pain or the complete end of my existence.

As I rode back the last few miles with now some renewed vigor, I thought about it more, and felt pretty bad for her.

This woman (I shouldn't say her name) didn't just become so hot and horny for me because of my appearance or anything.

This particular stop is in an area with some down-and-out people. Homeless, unemployed, all kinds of bad stuff. I reasoned that she most likely wanted to horn me up and ask for money. Again, because she was desperate to eat and survive. Earlier her sister asked me if I had any money for her to get food. I think she was just doing that to survive. And that's just not how I want to engage in any sexual activity with another person. If anything, I wanted to drive back there and see if I could take her to get some food somewhere, or do something I could in an effort to help, but it would take too long to ride home and drive back. I'd never solve their troubles for more than one day anyway.

This is what bothers me so much about many of the filthy rich billionaires that hoard money so much that a growing number of people can't even afford to eat or a place to stay. They have to resort to desperate acts. This is in the USA where things have of course turned to shit.

Well at least I got to see a nice black pussy. I can't help imagining how good my penis would feel in there. Later I thought, "Damn, I should have asked to take a picture."

Maybe some day I'll get my wish and score some black pussy. But I'd easily give that up just to know that people could be fed and cared for in this fucked-up country.