My Sunday Surprise

My Sunday Surprise

It was 20 years ago that it happened. It was like a dream or a male version of that old movie "Starman". When I was about 30 years old something or "Someone" strange happened to me. I could only find time in my busy job to run or walk for an hour a week. I had recently bought myself a pick-up truck as a treat. I decided to go looking for a quiet place to walk or run in and I remembered a place called 'Heber Downs Conservation Area' where I had taken, my now wife, Joan on a few picnics and dates. It was perfect and had not changed in years.

I went for a cautious walk to reacquaint myself with the land. It was the perfect challenge and at 7 am there was nobody around for miles. The conservation area is a meadow with a towering ridge behind it which is part of the green belt surrounding the most populated area of Canada. This little ridge was part of the Oak Ridges Moraine stretching east and west for 300 hundred kilometers north of Toronto from Caledon due south of Georgian Bay to north of Brighton and south of Rice Lake. It is one of the largest green belts in North America. It was once surrounded by farmland on all sides when I was in my late teens. Now, the nearby cities were encroaching quickly forcing the local wildlife such as white tailed deer into a smaller and smaller area.

In late spring, like now, there was a crisp chill to the air and the fiddle heads were just starting to push through the soil. This early in the morning the whole area seemed to sparkle with some ancient faerie magic. I was lost in that wonderful fantasy as I got to my truck when, out of the bush pops this busty angel or ethereal goddess. She had a long white dress, shining sparkling blue eyes and waist length golden blonde hair. She was barefoot and dancing around the field in front of the parking lot I stood in. As she got closer I got a good look at her. Her large breasts capped with tiny protruding pink nipples, bouncing as she danced to music only she could hear. I could now clearly see a patch of golden pubic hair showing through the dress.

She came up to me, pressed me up against my truck, and passionately kissed me. She pressed those beautiful breasts into my chest and I got hard. She stopped kissing me long enough to step back and reach for my dick through my pants stroking it a few times. She said aloud to nobody in particular, "Good, not gay." I was about to say something, but she pressed a finger against my lips. She said to me, "Shhhh! You will break the spell." Then she was dancing across the field and suddenly stopped, reached down and put on a pair of running shoes, panties and a bra. Apparently she had left them at the edge of the field, and then she was bounding through the forest following a deer path.

That's when I saw him come bounding out of the forest; a handsome young buck. A few others started to come out of the forest to start grazing on the grass at the edge of the field. Was that young twenty something woman a dream of a tired man who had yet to have his morning coffee? Could she truly be real? Her breasts pressed against my chest felt real. Her lips as she kissed me felt real. In the early morning light people see things and sometimes strange things. Was I simply caught up in my own fantasy of Heber Downs being a faerie world apart from the busy city life surrounding it?

I'll never see her again anyway. Nobody will EVER believe me; certainly not my wife of 3 years. She will say it was my mind daydreaming and desiring to have an affair. Beautiful young women just simply DO NOT DO THINGS LIKE THAT! That woman and the deer convinced me that Heber Downs would be the perfect place for my Sunday morning walks whenever the weather was good. I drove off to my next Sunday morning spot, my local Tim Hortons coffee shop (Timmies) for a coffee, donut and breakfast sandwich. I was sure the breakfast sandwich and coffee would undo the good of the walks, but they tasted soooo good going down. Then it was off home to live my ordinary, mundane boring life for another week. Make love to my wife a few times, have supper, do chores, pay the mortgage, get up every day to work as a low level manager of a nearby factory and all the ordinary things of life. Mind numbingly dull!

Sunday rolled around, and I hopped in my truck and drove from my home in Oshawa to Heber Downs, just north of Whitby, Ontario. I did my walk at the exact same time as last week and had forgotten all about that woman that I was convinced had to have been a daydream. I looked around and she was nowhere to be found. I bowed my head and sighed. Thinking to myself, "Just a pleasant dream after all," I lifted my head and I saw her dancing across the field barefoot and clearly naked under her white dress. As she spun across the field her golden bush was clearly visible and I became instantly hard. Her game was on.

Like last week she pressed her nearly naked body against me, kissed me passionately, rubbed her breasts against my chest through our clothes, and again ground her crotch against my hard dick. She stopped kissing me and I started to ask who she was and once again placed a finger against my lips and once again said, "Don't break the spell." She stepped back, pulled her dress over her head, and proceeded to undress me. I didn't know where this was going, but I had a delightful idea what was going to happen next. She told me to wait and she bounded across the field like a little girl giggling with delight. She grabbed a picnic blanket from her pile of clothes at the edge of the field and brought it near where I was standing naked sporting a raging hard on as I watched those beautiful 38 DD breasts bouncing and swaying back and forth as she ran towards me.

She placed the blanket on the ground near my truck. As my mind started to think of the moral implications of what was about to happen, she grabbed my hard dick after giving it a couple of gentle strokes and guided me by my dick to lay on the blanket face up. I was hoping she would mount me and have sex, but that was not to be. She got on top of me in a 69 position, ordered me to eat her and soon as I started to lick her she began sucking my dick with gusto.

The feel of those large young beasts pressed against my stomach and the wonderful blowjob she was giving me had me cumming in a few minutes. When I was done sending my load down her throat I redoubled my efforts at licking her to orgasm. I delighted in her taste and fragrance trying to give her the same pleasure as she had just given me. Then her first orgasm rippled through her body and she clamped her thighs tightly around my head. I cupped those big beautiful ass cheeks in my hands and kept going; licking and probing her pussy with my fingers. She came again, pushing back at my mouth as I buried my tongue deeper and deeper in her pussy. Feeling kinda wicked and since this was obviously a dream, I took my mouth away from her, stuck a couple of my fingers in my mouth, and continued eating her out. Then I stuck those wetted fingers into her ass, she pushed back hard against my mouth, nearly breaking my nose and howled her pleasure to the morning air; her whole body shaking. Then she collapsed on me. She caught her breath, got up, pulled me to my feet, rolled up the blanket, and grabbed her dress. She ran to the rest of her clothes, got dressed and left once again just like last week.

I caught my breath, got dressed and instead of sitting in Timmies I went through the drive thru on the way home. I hopped in the shower to wash this woman off of my face before my wife woke up. The wonderful smell of the strange ethereal woman clung to my face and fingers as I entered the shower and her lingering scent had me almost completely convinced she was real. I still had some doubts since I have had some livid dreams before. I drank my coffee and ate my sandwich at the dining room table wrapped in my towel. I came back to bed and the wife was feeling a little frisky; riding us each to a couple orgasms. We never bothered with protection since a year ago she found out she was sterile after repeated tries to get pregnant. That is when I started to go for my Sunday coffee and breakfasts at Timmies to think about my life, and what I wanted from it. My walks in Heber Downs were simply an extension of that. I needed to think if I loved my wife enough to give up on my dream of having kids and a real family. True love won the battle. I still mourned for the life I had abandoned for true love.

The week proceeded much like any other week, but I kept thinking that the young woman must be real or some goddess of fertility. Whoever or whatever she was, she ratcheted up my passion and I made love to my wife every day until Friday when we both were completely worn out. Sunday rolled around and I did my walk as usual. That blonde goddess was nowhere to be seen. I was ready to give up, turned to get into the truck when I felt a large pair of soft breasts collide into my back. Hands wrapped around my eyes and she said, "Surprise!" She swiftly moved her hands down to my pants, undid my pants and yanked them down, turned me to face her, grabbed my dick and balls and began to stroke me to hardness. Once hard she pushed my head down to her already wet pussy and said, "Lick me until I come." I did as I was told and had plenty of practice on the wife this week and I seemed to be getting better. This mysterious lady seemed to enjoy my efforts to bring her as much pleasure as I could.

After that orgasm, I moved up her body, fondled, sucked, and lightly bit her nipples. That really drove her crazy. She then moved to bend over the side of the truck, spread her legs wide and said, "Do me doggy style until you cum inside of me." I did as the lady asked. I fondled those huge beautiful breasts, grabbed her ass for some vigorous thrusting. Then I reached around her to rub her clit. She came again, then I gave her a few quick thrusts and poured my cum into her pulsing pussy. I slowly pulled out of that tight young pussy as we both caught our breath. She reached behind her and grabbed my ass to hold me in place as jet after jet of sperm filled her fertile young womb. She was so tired that she was only able to say one word, "More!"

She spread out her picnic blanket and laid down on it, arms and legs spread yearning for me to enter her once again. I did as she beckoned, gliding in and out of her mesmerized by her bouncing breasts as they jiggled delightfully with every thrust. It took a while for us to reach orgasm, but it was a quiet calming orgasm. I poured yet another load of cum into her soaking pussy. She began to massage my wilting dick with her inner muscles until I was hard again, then rolled me over onto my back and began her ride. She began to ride me with greater and greater passion until she climaxed again clamping her pussy down on me sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I arched my back as cum shot through my dick like a bullet. While I was resting she eased off of me, got on her hands and knees, and said, "You can have my ass if you want. I'm feeling extra horny today," and winked at me, "Extra wicked too." Always do as a lady asks I've always said.

She reached into her pussy, took some of our mixed cum and spread it onto her asshole as lubricant. I eased myself into that large beautiful ass slowly until I was balls deep in her. The tightness was incredible. I began to slowly move in and out of her ass until I could not hold back any longer and gave one short dribble of cum in her bowels. My dick and balls hurt from the effort. I fell back onto the blanket and she collapsed on top of me, pressing her large breasts against my chest, and rubbing her slick pussy along my leg. This woman was incredible! I got between her legs again and licked her to a couple more orgasms. Still she wanted more, so I fingered her and licked her clit to a couple more orgasms. "Noooo More!" Her desire was finally sated. She got up, got dressed, and left.

From that day on I kept a small bag in my truck on Sunday mornings with a couple vibrators and lubricants if I ever met her again. I still enjoyed my walks and the memory of that day drove my lust and desire for my wife higher and higher. I appreciated her and all women more since I knew that they could be capable of as much or more lust and passion than any man. I cared more for her, was more thoughtful in daily life and I stirred new fires deep within her. We began to experiment sexually with each other like never before. My experience with that blonde goddess had an amazing effect on our sex life.

Three years passed since I last saw that sexy, ethereal woman and, on one of my Sunday morning walks I saw her dancing again across the field again. I thought I must be dreaming until I felt her naked body pressed against me and that kiss I remembered all too well. My wife had been gone for a week visiting family out west and work kept me so busy I had not cum in over a week. I was already turned on and ready to go before I even got naked. "This will be our last time together. I was lucky this time and after today they will keep a closer watch on me from now on. Do with me as you wish take me in any way you want. Just make love to me with all your passion for this one LAST morning together. Nobody ever comes here and I put up the park closed sign so we will not be disturbed. No words again or you will break the spell," she told me.

Then she said, "I missed this so much," she said as she fished my dick out of my pants. Then spent the morning and part of the afternoon making love in every possible position we could think of. At the end of our sex marathon we sat on her blanket getting a tan as the last of my cum dribbled onto the hollow of her back. I wrapped my arms around her waist, languidly cupping her breasts or gently stroking her pubic hair until we began to stick together. I slowly got up and pulled her with me. I kissed her and led her to the back of my truck where I had stashed some water bottles for the end of my walk and the rest to bring home. I handed her a bottle and drank one myself. Then I poured one over her naked body and washed the sweat and cum off her body luxuriating in the feel of her wet slippery skin. She told me to not wash my cum out of her pussy since she wanted to feel it inside of her all night long just like 3 years ago. I did as she wished. She washed me and spent extra time washing my dick, balls and ass.

I got a small towel out of the front seat of the truck I had intended to use to wipe sweat off of me with. I used it to dry her magnificent body. She dried me off and walked with me holding hands to the edge of the field and let me dress her. I stood there naked watching her disappear into the woods. She turned and waved at me saying, "I hope to see you again in 3 years, but I doubt it. Three is my lucky and favourite number." She attached one earring to her ear and then could not find the other. "If you ever find my other one, keep it. They will be very angry with me so I must get back now. Bye." We kissed one last time and then she was gone like a sexy ghost.

I never did see her again, but kept going to Heber Downs every Sunday hoping to see her again. After the 6th year I completely gave up seeing her ever again. Seventeen years later my wife died of ovarian cancer. I felt bereft of hope when she was gone. I was filled with hope whenever I went for my weekly walks at Heber Downs imagining that I saw my sexy angel dancing in the morning dew. A year after my wife died there was a mysterious knock on my door. I opened the door and saw a handsome young blonde haired man of about 20 years old. I stared at him for a moment feeling as if I knew him or that he reminded me of somebody I knew.

He addressed me by my name and I nodded. "Do I know you? I feel as if I do or should know you. You look so familiar. Please come in. Would you like a coffee?"

"Yes please, sir." We sat on the couch and sipped our coffee. He said, "Did you ever know my mother?"

"I don't think so," I said. "Maybe this picture from a couple years after I was born might help."

The shocked look on my face was a dead giveaway that I knew her. In a hushed whisper I said, "I thought the whole experience was a dream. How could any woman be that beautiful, sexy and charming yet still be real? We met at Heber Downs Conservation Area when I was at a low point in my life. My now dead wife had found out she was sterile. She always knew I wanted to have kids. I would go for walks there every Sunday morning at sunrise to clear my mind. She danced across a meadow wearing only a white dress. She teased me two weeks in a row and then we made love. I suppose that's when we conceived you?"

"My mother had bipolar disorder and was a bit weird. All she told me was what you looked like, how you met and the license plate, sticker month, make and model of your truck. She said that names were not exchanged and it was a wonderful magical experience. Did you ever tell your wife?"

"It was magical for me also. I never told my wife since I thought it was a dream-not real. Even after that last time I was not COMPLETELY sure."

"I take it you have at least one more sibling fathered by me?"

"Yes, I have a sister, obviously 3 years younger than me. She wanted me to confirm or deny that you're our father and what kind of man you are. If you're the kind of person who takes advantage of mentally ill people or the kind of man who makes love to a woman and then leaves them to sleep with another woman." He practically growled at me. "I really did go looking for her. You have no idea how many busty blonde women there were around Whitby in those days. Where did she walk from during those times?"

"Mom lived in Ajax and walked 15 kms to get there. She escaped from my grandparent's home during the night to meet up with you when she was 20 years old."

"Did your mother bear children from any other men or was I the only one?"

"You were the only one. She was on new medication at the time and had a conflict with her birth control. The same thing happened when my sister was conceived. Grandma and grandpa kept a close eye on her most of the time. A few months ago she went off her meds and completed suicide."

"I am so sorry. She was indeed a magical and very ethereal young woman. I only wish she had asked my name or let me ask her name or where she lived. I remember every last detail. I remember the day we conceived your sister. How could I have been in love with two amazing women at the same time? We spent half a day together 17 years ago and it felt like a decade."

"Can you tell me what "3" means and this," he said pulling out an earring. "She told me if you were our father you would know and understand.

I replied, "She said that 3 was her lucky number and the number of weeks she seduced me that first time when we conceived you. If you wait a minute I have the matching earring your mother lost when we last saw each other and conceived your sister. She never even told me you were at home with your grandparents or that you even existed."

"How about we go meet sis?"

"Now? Where?"

"Grab your keys and let's go, DAD."

Twenty minutes later we were sitting in a Tim Hortons across a table from the second most beautiful woman I ever met. She looked at me critically, much the same way I would have in a similar situation, and said, "You must be DAD???"

"I'm quite sure I am. The evidence your brother provided seems to point that way. I have a friend who works in a medical lab who can expedite the tests. I can text you the time and place to get it done at your earliest convenience. Your names are?"

"I am Darryl," said the brother. His sister said, "Denise."

"You look so much like your mother, Denise that you must have a dozen boyfriends. Maybe a little too much like your mother." I said as I bowed my head in sadness. "I'm not sure this was a good idea. Once the tests confirm; what I can clearly see in your faces and bodies; that you ARE MY CHILDREN you can come visit or live with me. If you need money for college or university, just ask me and it is yours."

A week later the tests confirmed I was the daddy of a 16 year old girl and 20 year old young man. A month later, Denise moved into my spare bedroom and changed schools when the summer was over. She was not too happy about the curfew or some of my house rules. She adjusted faster than I would have. She seemed less angry and more at peace after a month living with me. It took me longer to get used to having a teenage daughter in my house and trying to be a REAL FATHER without going overboard. It did have some benefits. It made my heart feel good to have my "little" girl cuddled up with me on the couch watching a movie together. Life was good.