Pre-Run Tease [MF] [Outdoors] [Foreplay]

Prefatory Note:
Long time lurker, first time poster here. I wrote this for a female Redditor I’m intimate with (both of us are mid-20s) and she said I should share it. The story is mostly foreplay with some dominant elements; everything that occurs is strictly consensual.

I won’t provide any physical detail about us because she’s a bit shy and because I want you to envision yourself with your partner.

Maybe I’ll write more chapters if people like it, though the story will likely be a slow burn. And thanks for sorting by New; this is my first time writing erotica of any kind, so please be gentle with feedback! Hope you enjoy :)

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The warm light of the morning sun drips into your room waking you with its tender touch. You reach out across the small bed, not sure what you’re hoping to touch but you feel a small pang of loneliness at the fact there’s no one there. And then you remember I’m visiting today.

You’ve already told your parents I’m swinging by your beach house for the day and they’ve consented with shockingly little fuss for how conservative and nosy they are. Shortly before I arrive, you text “Parents are home, no playtime today. Be good ?” to which I reply, “I’m always good ? also, I’m here.”

The door’s open and I walk in sheepishly, as if I’d never been there. After all, your parents don’t know what we’ve gotten up to in that house before. I’m avoiding making life harder for you if I can help it.

Your folks are up early making some sort of healthy breakfast and they greet me politely (if not enthusiastically) as I walk in. I mention how wonderful it is to see them again, reminding them we met at your college graduation party, and I thank them for their generous hospitality. Your mother tells me you’re getting ready and that I can use the room at the end of the hall on the right if I want to change or relax. I thank her and walk into the room, setting my bag on your favorite chair, remembering how my fingers made you cum on it the last time I visited.

Since I left the door open, you see me immediately when you emerge from the bathroom. You flash me your dazzling smile and give me a tight hug, stepping across the threshold. For your parents’ benefit, you loudly say, “I didn’t hear you come in, but it’s so good to see you. Was the drive alright?” I smirk at the innocent show you’re putting on for your family and we exchange some light pleasantries to keep the facade up.

The sun hasn’t become intense yet, so I suggest we go running before we hit the beach. You whine a little but eventually agree. You casually let your mother know and she seems pleased that you’re taking half-marathon training seriously. You mention you’ll go into your room to change and loudly tell your folks we’re going to stretch in the backyard and then go on a longish run. I step into my room to change and open the door when I’m done.

When you’re changed, you open your door, beckoning to me, “Come here. We’re going to leave through my patio door.” I step into your room and, for a moment, I’m struck dumb by how pretty you look. Your tits are incredibly perky in your sports bra and your tan legs stretch on forever in your skimpy running shorts. I lean in close to you and whisper, “You look gorgeous, babe.” You blush the slightest bit and say “Aww thank you!” I notice how careful you are not to call me Daddy or Sir while your parents are around.

We call to them that we’re going to stretch and leave; they wish us a good run and tell us they’re going to visit your Grandma for the day. They’ll probably head over while we’re out running and get home in the evening.

I take a few steps out onto the patio and you close the door behind us. Before I can take another step, you come up behind me and wrap your right arm around my stomach. You swipe your tongue up my ear and then nibble at it a bit. It’s so hot I can’t help but let out a quiet gasp. You whisper into my ear teasingly, “Oh, you like that, Daddy?” I hiss, “Yes, baby,” struggling to get the words out.

You decide to tease me harder. You trail your left hand up my leg, your nails scratching me the lightest bit. You reach up through the opening of my running shorts to fondle my balls. “Are you going commando, Daddy?” you ask playfully; I can hear the mischief in your voice. I moan as you play with my balls and my ear, trying to keep my voice down. You’re being such a tease it’s hard to stop my knees from buckling.

I growl, “What happened to no playtime? You’re being such a bad girl.” You giggle and reply, “I got bored… and I wanted you.”

I snarl and pull your hand out of my shorts. I grab you by the throat just the way you like and push you against the siding of your house. I make sure we’re in a blind spot from all the windows; someone would have to come outside to see us. Regardless, your pupils are dilated from the thrill of my treatment and the fear that your parents will catch us. Your heart is racing; I can feel it as I choke you.

I tell you that bad girls need to be punished and you smirk back devilishly, a challenge in your eyes. I stop choking you, moving my right hand to pull your hair and expose your neck. I leave a trail of bites down the side of your neck, playing with your perky tits with my other hand. I can smell you getting wet and I smile while biting you.

When I feel you’ve had enough, I kneel and pull your shorts down in one motion. “Oh, so you are getting wet, baby,” I tease, “maybe I should taste you.” With no warning, I run my tongue up your pussy in a slow stroke, flicking your clit at the end. As I repeat this over and over, you gasp and pant and moan like the little slut you are. Your hands fly to your mouth, trying to cover up the sounds you’re making.

When I’ve had my fun teasing you, I pull your shorts back up and stand, smiling at you. You whine, “It’s not fair for you to get me worked up and stop!” I tell you how delicious you taste and you notice how my lips are glistening with you. I bite you one more time, telling you we’ll finish this later.

“We have to start running. Your parents are going to get suspicious,” I caution, knowing how frustrated you’ll get. You pout and reluctantly tell me to wipe my face. I do, but for good measure, I give you a quick spank followed by a kiss.

We set out and run down the boardwalk. The gentle waves are lapping against the shoreline, a steady breeze rolls off the ocean as we run, and you have a feeling it’s going to be a marvelous day.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hdikrr/prerun_tease_mf_outdoors_foreplay