“It was inevitable” – The Post Trail Race Shower (M/F)

I’d joined a running group as a way of keeping fit, what I didn’t expect was the social aspect of it to be so enjoyable. The group were of varying age and ability, but the inclusive nature of it was really nice.

Vera was the first in the group I got to speak to, and we ran at a similar pace so we would find ourselves running together on some of the longer runs. I’d never quite managed to place her age, but I would take a guess at early 40s although she doesn’t look it. She had been born in Italy, and still had family there, but had lived in the UK for a long time to the point where she had a very cute Scots/Italian accent. I quickly picked up she was single, and she made a few references to her church. As weeks went by, I picked up more about her – she’d been weeks from getting married when she was dumped and it was then she’d spent more time involved with her church. I made an assumption that this meant this would take priority over any future relationship. We flirted a bit but I never really pressed it any further.

I’m not a fast runner, nor a particularly competitive one, but a group of us went away to a trail race. Vera and myself really just went for the fun of it, the other 3 were actually going to be competitive. We had booked a place that was tailored for groups doing outdoor activities so it had an outdoor shower area…this will be important later.

The weather was dismal – cold, wet and the course was really muddy (typical trail race). We finished it more or less together. The others in the group had finished a bit before us, but they had to hang about for prizegiving as they’d all place in their age group. We both headed back to get washed and changed before the evening out we had planned.

We got back to the place we were staying, and Vera said she was going to use the outdoor shower initially so we didn’t trash the place. I followed her in and took the shower next to hers. I hadn’t really twigged at this point what could happen here. I got rid of most of my clothes barring my tight underwear I run in. I don’t have an impressive body, I won’t be appearing in any Diet Coke adverts, however I do have decent package – between 7 and 8 inches when at full attention – and when that’s in a tight pair of underwear, it looks pretty good.

I looked over at Vera in the shower next to me, and she looked pretty good. She’d stripped down to her sports bra and a pair of lycra pants. Her body was good, not ripped or toned, but well put together. She walked over and stood under my shower, and we stood silent for a moment. I muttered something about not being sure if she wanted this, and she replied “when you signed up for this race, it was inevitable”.

We kissed for what felt like ages under the hot water of the shower. Her hand went into my underwear and started to massage my cock and balls. She pulled it out, and squatted down. She remarked that she didn’t expect me to be as big as I am, nor did she expect me to be cut. She teased me a bit, running her lips over the head before gradually taking more and more of it into her mouth. As I looked down at her, she looked up at me as she took more of me into her mouth.

I pulled her up to her feet and pressed her back against the wall. I told her to get her sports bra off as I knelt down. I tugged her panties down, exposing a completely bald pussy and, unexpectedly, a piercing through her clit. I started to flick it with my tongue, and it had an effect. She was very responsive – moaning, shaking, and despite the shower making everything wet, I could tell she was soaking.

I ate her against the wall, but I took advantage of the shower and turned her around. Eating ass is a major thing for me, and it’s not often it can be done spontaneously. I made her arch her back slightly, pulled her cheeks apart and pressed my tongue against her little asshole. Again, she shook and moaned as it pressed hard into her. I could feel her playing with her own clit, so I pushed 2 fingers into her pussy – it was incredibly tight, but very very wet. We stayed like this for a few minutes, my tongue circling her asshole as my fingers worked on her pussy.

Normally at this stage, I’d stand up and fuck her from behind…but I had no protection with me at all – either at that moment, nor in my bags inside. I told Vera this, she said she had it covered.

We gathered our clothes and ran inside, we knew we didn’t have much time before the others got back. Vera was sharing a room with one of the other girls. I dumped my clothes into my room and followed Vera into hers. She produced condoms from her bag – “Like I said, it was inevitable”. I quickly put one on, and she lay down on the bed. We both acknowledged this had to be quick.

She lay down on her back and grabbed hold of the headboard. I got on top and positioned myself, holding my cock and pressing it against her lips. I leaned down, kissing her again as I pressed into her. She took a few big deep breaths as I entered her. She was tight, tighter than I had ever felt. She told me to go hard, so I did. I started to thrust into her hard, the bed was repeatedly hammering off the wall. Her breasts, which looked good not being packed into a sports bra, bounced with each thrust. She was noisy and moaned with every thrust. I went hard, I wasn’t far off cumming and neither was she. She brought a leg up around my back, pulling me into her. I felt her pussy tighten around me and she started to moan louder, swearing, almost screaming as she shook in orgasm. I lost it too, emptying my balls into the condom. I practically collapsed onto her. We kissed again as we both lay breathing heavily.

We didn’t have much time to chat as we heard the others coming back in the car. I jumped off and headed back to my room, cleaning myself off on the way.

We never got much of a chance to speak about it the rest of the weekend as the others we always around, a couple of weeks later we hung back on the weekly run to speak. She said I was the first she’d felt comfortable enough to sleep with since she was dumped before her wedding, and she’d decided she wanted it to happen when we were away. She said had never had her ass eaten before, and prior to that she wasn’t into anything ass related.

We had a couple of nights together in the weeks after. Nothing as intense as the first one, however she did let me take her anal v-plates. It never went further than that, she was looking for a relationship and I wasn’t. We’re still friendly, and still chat. The Trail Race still comes up, we’re both signed up for the next one…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4knn40/it_was_inevitable_the_post_trail_race_shower_mf