I was working late Thursday night. I didn't get to the boardwalk, where I jog, until past 11PM. Boy, was I tired ... and horny.

I ran to the end of the boardwalk and I got so tired that I stopped. I was in a contemplative mood, so I decided to sit on the beach and think for awhile.

Half an hour later I started running back towards my car at the opposite end of the walk. I got near the end by around 12:30AM. That's when I saw something that caught my eye -- tits, big tits.

She was tall, blond, curvaceous, and seemingly friendly. I didn't have my glasses on, so I had to stare hard to see her. She caught me looking and said, "Don't trip." Inventive.

I smiled, went past her, and then arrived at the end of my run. I paused. I should go home, but something holds me back. An instinct that there is adventure to be had.

I decide to walk past the woman one more time -- just in case. Just in case what? What the hell could possibly happen? I have walked past thousands of women in my life with the faint and vague hope that something would happen -- and an emphatic nothing has ever happened.

But tonight we roll the dice one more time, I guess because deep down inside we have dreamed long and hard enough to think that miracles do happen.

As I walk by, she says, "How was your jog?" I say, "Great, thanks. By the way, you look fantastic." She does.

I now notice she is accompanied by a small man taking pictures of her. I look closer. Oh my God, her outfit is not only absurdly tight, it's see through!

She says, "Oh, thank you. You look great, too." No, I don't. I just finished jogging and I look like shit. The photo man snaps a picture of her. Some small chit chat exchanged, then an awkward silence.

Well, this was fun, but what else is there to do? Am I supposed to stand around like a dork and gawk? God, I'm horny, but there is nothing more I can do if she doesn't say something more. I say good night and step off the boardwalk.

As I step down and start walking towards my car, I hear hope ... "Wanna watch?"

I stop and immediately head back to where she is. It's on. I'm not quite sure what it is that's on, but there is definitely something going on here.

When I come back she is posing for more pictures. I ask if she is a model, judging by the almost disposable camera that her friend is using, she is not. She says they are just having fun.

Then all of a sudden, a voice arises from the bushes. She starts talking to a man apparently ensconced in the shrubbery. "Is this what you want to see," she taunts the stranger in the foliage. She lifts up her top.

A conversation unfolds. She draws the man out from his hiding spot. I now notice that she is wearing no underwear.

Things have slipped from being bizarre to surreal.

The woman sits down between the photographer and I, as the bushman lurks nearby. "Ohh, I'm in heaven with all these guys surrounding me'" she says, as I feel myself slipping into a trite Penthouse Forum piece -- the kind that are surely made up.

Or are they? She touches me for the first time, starts caressing my leg. I am not one to pause when opportunity knocks, I caress her back. She goes further, as our sexual brinkmanship escalates to absurd levels.

Finally, she is grabbing my dick as she purrs, "Oh my, so hard..." Things like this don't happen.

Then, she tells the bushman that he should be the look out. The look out for what? Holy shit, this shit is on.

Do you believe in miracles? In the middle of my extreme state of horniness a big breasted woman appears out of nowhere in the middle of the night and signals that she's going to blow me. Do you believe in miracles?

If you didn't before, you should now. I yank my shorts open, she goes down, and gives me the best blowjob of my entire life.

In the immortal words of James Brown (the broadcaster) when a man para-glided into the middle of a Holyfield-Foreman Championship fight -- Strangers things have happened, but none stranger than this.

When she's done, or I should say when I'm done, she looks up and says in flawless forum-ese, "Mmm, tastes great!"

Girls who are reading this might be disgusted by this whole episode and wonder why this is such a big deal. You don't get it. Guys dream of this scenario their whole lives -- random sex without any effort just when they want it the most.

Your first misunderstanding is that most girls think it's really easy for a guy to get laid if he is willing to sink to slutty, dirty girls. That is simply not true. There are not very many girls, especially hot girls, who give away sex upon request. We usually have to work very hard to get our sex and almost never is it instantaneous.

Secondly, we have read forum articles in porno magazines our whole lives where they have stories like this, with the thought that they are total bullshit (which is true enough, most magazines do totally make up these "letters to the editor") and that things like that don't really happen (which apparently is not the case). We have always wondered and hoped against hope that they just might be true and they just might happen to us one day if we are lucky enough.

Now to the guys objections to this story -- this site is devoted to truth. I would be the last person in the world to make up a bullshit story like this if it didn't really happen. If I made up a story like this I would be the gayest person alive. I have no aspirations to that title.

I am a real person. I'm not some sort of asshole stud who gets laid all the time (if those guys in fact exist, outside of famous people, I am very wary of any guy who claims to get laid whenever he wants, that has never been the experience of any guy I know). I'm a real guy just like you, and I got real lucky.

So, why do I share this absurd and fairly private story with you?

Because there is a lesson to be learned. Do not cower away at the possibility of adventure. Do not lose hope when you have tried a thousand times to no avail. Miracles do happen -- and they usually happen to people who are looking for them.

I cannot tell you how many times people have told me that I waste too much time and effort talking to girls when nothing is ever going to happen. Why bother, they say.

Because there is life waiting to be lived out there. If you just have the balls to go out and meet it.

If I had just gone home at the end of my jog because I thought nothing could possibly happen, nothing would have happened.

Go confidently into the night young man, because out there somewhere is your Boardwalk Blower, your miracle waiting to happen.

Dreams come true for people who dare to think they might.