There I sat, feeling sweaty and accomplished. He joined me at the picnic table with a big smile.
“Great work today!” he said. “You’re making real progress.”
“Thank you!”
We talked about my workouts, and how he hoped we could continue our sessions together weekly, and how he thought I’d be ready for that 10k definitely.
I liked looking at him. He had a 5 o clock shadow, and a crewneck on that was a little sweaty and clung to his lean bod.
I thought nothing unusual about this exchange at first. This was how all our sessions had gone so far. I briefly felt his hairy, sweaty knee knock into mine. But just as soon as it happened, it was back to the normal position.
He continued to chit chat. He was a friendly guy and gave ample peptalks. I always appreciated that. His enthusiasm was very motivating.
He grabbed a gatorade out of his backpack and offered it to me, which I accepted. I wasn’t about to cut things short if I didn’t have to. I liked being around him.
He then clapped me on the back in congratulations. It was amicable enough. As he returned his arm to his side, his thumb lightly grazed the side of my right boob.
“You see the snow on those mountains over there?”
“Uh huh…”
And we continued to talk. Nothing unusual. “Hey Jessica, can I ask you something?”
I turn around and he’s straddled one leg over the picnic bench. My eyes move toward the pink thing on the side of his leg. I can’t deny I had fantasized before about something like this happening, but in the moment I couldn’t believe my eyes at first. It was hard to process. As I could do was stare dumbly until I figured out I was looking at his erection, spilling out from the leg of his shorts. His balls too. They were smooth and beautiful, pooling onto the wood of the picnic bench.
He grabbed me in a side hug then, his hand grabbing my breast, almost, but not quite making contact with my nipple. He moved in to kiss me then, And I felt his stubble on my skin. “You can touch it” he said. And I did just that, as he gave me kisses and held me, my hand groped for his dick and found it. It was clammy and hard and slimy. It felt wonderful to casually stroke his dick as he kissed me tenderly and massaged my breast. It felt very natural. I became aroused very quickly. He sensed that and one of his hands found his way through my waistband and to my clit as he lightly touched my slippery bean. It wasn’t long until I felt like cumming. He could feel my excitement too, apparently. Eyes still closed, enthusiastically kissing him, I felt warmth on my hand and a jet of something spray and land on my shirt. I didn’t care, I would deal with the mess later. I loved jerking him as his cock excitedly spurted out warm cum. I squeezed delightedly. All the while, his fingers played with my clit. Just as he was finished, his hand jiggling me in my pants I released as well as I felt a wave of contractions that went on and on for a long time, leaving me breathless.
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