I had watched Miranda in the gym. Man did she look good in lycra. She filled her kit to perfection, all the curves were in the right place and what curves. I spent nights dreaming of those curves and some of them relieving myself. Miranda was in her mid twenties, long dark curly hair and the prettiest face. I was in lust, ops, I mean love. The problem was her gorilla of a boyfriend. I stood no chance with him around, even though as a trainer at the gym I had all the right muscles. Then I caught a bit of luck. I saw him holding hands and kissing with a pretty little blond in a cafe. I whipped my camera out and took four photos making sure to catch them kissing. I waited until she finished her gym session and sent her the pictures. Within seconds she was in floods of tears. I was about to go and comfort her when the gorilla arrived to collect her. There was a hell of a row between them with him having his face slapped several times. Then Miranda stormed off. I had missed my opportunity. Two days later I was doing my weekly shop when I bumped trolleys. When I looked up, guess who owned the other trolley. Yes it was Miranda. "Oh hello, I'm sorry," I offered. "Don't I know you?" she asked. I told her that I was one of the trainers at the Gym. She suddenly seemed to know me and passed some small talk. I asked her if when she had finished her shopping would she like to go for a coffee. She readily agreed. The store had their own coffee shop so we sat drinking our cappuccino's. I asked a few silly questions before I finally got the balls to ask the question. "Would you like to go out with me on Saturday evening," I finally asked. She jumped at my offer. So on Saturday evening I picked her up and drove to a nice country pub. I had just stopped the car and was about to get out the car when Miranda grabbed me and kissed me. Then her hand was on my crutch as she continued to push her tongue deeper into my mouth. I could feel my cock growing as no doubt could Miranda. She lost interest in rubbing my cock through my trousers, and her hand was thrust down inside my trousers and pants. I took this as a full invitation and my hand found it's way around her blouse and bra to contact with her shapely firm tits. Then she was pushing me away. Had I taken things to quickly? She was out the car and I followed and was about to apologize when she dragged me towards the garden area, and then on down the track towards the river. Then she turned towards me and kissed me pushing her tongue back into my mouth. My hand was back on her tits as her hand again found it's way into my pants and was stroking my cock. There was no push back this time, so I went further and slid my other hand up her legs to her panty clad pussy. It was hot down there as I slowly worked my fingers under the elastic to penetrate her pussy. She gasped into my mouth. Then her hips were moving to accommodate the actions of my fingers. I could take no more and turned her around, Bent her over a fallen tree and pulled her panties down. I removed my cock from my pants and slowly but firmly pushed it deep into her pussy. Then I was picking up pace as I pounded her pussy and Miranda was moaning her approval. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that we had a audience. A man in his forties was watching me fucking Miranda. She was facing the wrong way to see the man and as he was keeping his distance I decided not to do or say anything about him. Then I saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it. I think his actions got me even more excited and it wasn't too long before I felt the build up and then I popped my cork. Miranda groaned loudly as I slipped out and staggered two feet to sit on another log. The man was quick. He was up behind Miranda and slipping his cock deep into the pussy I had just fucked. He thrust hard for nearly ten minutes before he came. I was hard again and replaced him as he withdrew and crept away. This time I managed to fuck Miranda for what seemed an age. She came twice before her pussy milked my cock dry. We didn't bother with the pub and ended up back at my house where we made love on and off for most of the night. The thoughts and pictures in my head of the man fucking Miranda spurred me on to fuck her longer and harder. That was sixteen years ago and Miranda is still with me. I learnt a lot that night. First thing was that I enjoyed watching other men fuck Miranda. The second thing was that you can never own a woman like her, you just enjoy her while you can.