I [M] got a blowjob off a [F]riend for finishing a half-marathon

This one should hopefully be short-ish and nothing fancy, but I look back on it as a very fond memory and quite an achievement.

About 5 years ago I was working in an office for the local council, pretty basic 9-5 IT job, always dressed smart and the main point of contact for any IT issues with a particular in house system. Spoke to a lot of people on the phone and in person and took an instant shine to one of them, lets call her Nat. Little bit taller than me, curly shoulder length brown hair, bright hazel colored eyes and an absolutely wicked smile. She was also incredibly fit, with a very slim, athletic body. Tiny waste and hips, small breasts, loooong gorgeous legs that looked amazing in a skirt and heels. We clicked on day 1, and over the months that followed discovered we had a lot in common, including some really obscure topics we had both studied at University and never made use of in the real world. We gradually started to hang out at dinner time, either eating lunch together in the canteen or going to one of the various pubs/cafes in town. Chatting did get quite flirty but nothing obscene. She had a long term boyfriend from Uni who was currently working in another city. A couple of evenings a week she would be studying for her Masters at the University I drove past on my way home, so naturally offered her a lift and 2 nights a week would take her there. 45 minute drive, and we could talk a bit more freely than what we could say in the office.

We talked a lot about University, various life experiences, sex came up quite a lot, and we laughed at each others most awkward or funny stories (mine was getting pooped on during anal, which I think I’ll type up next, and hers was getting caught fucking outside by one of the grounds keepers at uni. She was bent over a wooden fence, jeans around her ankles, getting fucked in what they thought was behind a no longer used storage shed.), and one thing that really stood out was her telling me how slutty she was. Every week would be a different guy (or guys) and even the odd girl now and again. She said she didn’t regret any of it which was great, but now with her boyfriend she missed a lot of the freedom, and being long distance always struggled to satisfy her cravings. At the time I could tell she kinda liked me, and I made it very clear I liked her. She didn’t tell me she wasn’t interested, or that I shouldn’t be talking about this sort of thing with her, so in my head it was a green light. All sorts of ideas began to form in my head and I was thinking I really need to come up with something which will lead to us getting hot and heavy.

A couple of ideas fizzled out pretty quickly, but one that came up not long after was running. Our local half marathon event was letting people sign up and she did it right away. Thinking this would be a great way to impress her I was like “how hard can it be?” and signed up the next day. Told her, and she laughed, asking how often I ran and what my current distance was. “I run quite a lot” I lied, “can do 10k in an hour easy”, I said, digging my hole a bit deeper. “Really? You didn’t strike me as the running type” she replied. “I know, I like Dominos Pizza too much, but can still run” I joked. Years before this I used to do cross country running, and was good at it, but it had been a couple of years since I had actually gone for a run. I figured I could pick it up again no problem. “You should come with me after work some time” she said, and I was thinking yes, get in there….

A lot of people can do couch to 5k, turns out a half marathon for me was couch to 21k… in 3 months. Went out for my first run that night when I got home and fuck me it was painful. I think I covered about 3k before I had to stop. Finally started to look up how to train for one properly and realized how much work I had in front of me. At this point it’s not like I was un-fit or overweight or anything, but just didn’t really exercise. This was the start of a pretty grueling running regime most evenings and weekends. The best part though was running for Nat. We’d go after work on the nights she wasn’t studying. She looked incredible in her running gear. Either black running leggings with a T-shirt on which really showed off her arse and lack of underwear, or pink booty shorts that finished right under her delicate little arse cheeks, with a vest top on. I’d always let her lead if we couldn’t run side by side, and I would get to enjoy the spectacular view of her in front. She knew I was staring, told me I had something to keep focused on, text me in the mornings asking if I was ready to watch her later, she loved it and I did too. When we got up the longer distance and could get out of town and around the more countryside areas we’d both get covered in mud, and stop for breaks in quite quiet areas. Nothing really happened here but away from prying eyes she did get a bit more touchy and feely. She’d put her arms around me, or let me hold onto her, lean on me, sit on my knee if we stopped at a bench, etc.

A couple of weeks before the race I was up to about 17k distance, not in an amazing time or anything to shout about, but my legs were able to do that distance without breaking. One evening after a 15k lap around town we were walking back to the cars and I said what does she want to do when shes finished the race. “Steak” was her immediate answer. “Big fat T-bone from Millers?” I asked, “Ohhhh yes” she replied. “How can you want to eat that after running?” I said. “I’m always starving, aren’t you?”. “No, I feel like I want to throw up and die” I responded. We laughed and joked a bit more about food, and then she asked me what am I doing when I finished. “Taking you to Millers” I said “My treat for a job well done…. but you’ll need to shower and scrub up nice first, we don’t want to be sat there stinking and sweating, we should go in the evening. Pick you up at 7ish?”. “Sure” she said smiling. Boom, date landed. “And I suppose you are paying for this?” she said, raising her eyebrows… “I guess…” I said back to her, letting it hang in there. “…you are a poor student after-all”, making big dopey eyes and a sad face at her. Laughing, and giving me this one-sided wicked smile with a cheeky glint in her eye, “I’ll make it up to you” she offered. “How are you doing that?” I asked wryly, putting one hand under my chin, raising my eyebrows. She stepped close to me, put one arm on my shoulder, put her mouth to my ear, and just whispered “I’ll give you a blowjob…”, she pulls away laughing, pushes me to the side, then said “…but you HAVE to finish the race… and buy me steak”. “Done” I said, massive grin on my face.

Fast forwards to the race, we started off together, but after half an hour she is off somewhere up front and I’m somewhere to the back. I can’t keep up with her pace, and no amount of arse staring will help me. Head down and knuckled on. 2 hours and 45ish minutes later I finished it. Big sweaty hugs at the end. Check we’re still on for dinner. Home to shower and pick Nat up. Fuck me I was knackered. Aching all over, very stiff, legs felt like they were on fire, but knowing what was coming later I couldn’t wipe this stupid smile off my face if I tried.

Fast forwards to dinner, sat opposite each other eating steak, talking about the race, getting tipsy on celebratory prosecco, she looks absolutely stunning. Hair done up in a bun with a bit that sort of curls around the front, long dark blue dress on with a little bit of a plunging neckline, but it’s so tight and figure hugging, but also stretchy. Good for when you get full after food, and also good for pulling up and down where needed. It’s really wrapped around her mid section, and her arse cheeks are shaped so perfectly by it. Looks and smells amazing, absolutely filthily flirting on the way there and so much fun joking during dinner.

Fast forwards another hour and I’m lying back in my car, drivers seat dropped all the way back, she’s sat kneeling in the passenger seat leaning over me with my dick in her mouth, tits hanging out of her dress, and the back of it hiked up so I can feel her arse. It’s pitch black outside and we’re parked in the corner of one of the big long stay car parks, it’s only ever got people on for work hours so pretty sure we’re safe to have some fun. Gently pushing her head down on my dick, I can hear her starting to gag. She’s only swallowed about 3 inches of me, and still got another 4 or so to go. Sadly shes not one for deep throating. I let go and she comes up for air, deep breath, dribbles the saliva onto it and uses her hand to work it onto my head. “You look stunning” I murmur under my breath. “And you are so bad” she giggles, coming in to kiss me. We make out for a while, my left hand firmly between her arse cheeks, hers jerking me up and down.

She alternates between a lot of hand work and her mouth. The effort is there and fuck me I love a trier, but technique needed quite a bit of work. Very stop-start which I don’t like. Putting it back in her mouth, I told her to use her hand at the same time, and move her hand all the way down to the bottom of my shaft as shes goes as far as she can with her mouth, then up in one motion to my head. She got the rythm right after a couple of strokes and now can feel her all down the length of my cock.

She’s getting faster and faster, at this point I’m in heaven, the use of her hand is keeping the flow going when she comes up for a breather, and shes dribbling and spitting all over me. She begins to keep her mouth around my head, tongue flicking in and out of her mouth around it. More saliva and dribble is running down my dick, while her tongue is focusing on the underside of my head. My moans are getting louder,
Closing her lips around me, she starts going up and down again, and I start pushing her head down a bit more. Gently at first, making sure I’m not holding her down, then when she doesn’t push back I push her down a bit harder. “Get that dick down your throat” I said, taking my hand away, and she grips onto my thigh and credit to her, she forces a bit more of me into her. Down to about 4 inches now, I can hear the sort of popping and gurgling noises coming from inside her. Shes struggling, mouth full of my dick. “Such a good girl” I said, offering her some encouragement. “I’m trying” she manages to get out between breaths, “You’re just… big”. Words I always love hearing. “You’re doing good, suck it some more” and back down she goes. She spits on my dick again, the bottom is an absolute mess of spit, dribble, saliva, all lovely gooey wetness. What she lacks in technique and practice she made up for with how wet it got. I love a sloppy blowjob. It’s all round her mouth, hanging off her chin, and her makeup and mascara has started to run around her eyes. I appreciate the effort.

Up and down shes going, nice and fast, tongue spending all its time around my head and and hands all round my shaft. “I’m cumming” I let her know, not really sure what her plan is at this stage, but like a good little slut she keeps it in her mouth. She goes down as far as she can and feels me bucking under her. Pulsating, I cum straight in her mouth. She keeps jerking the bottom of me with her hand. After a few good pumps I let out a massive sign of pleasure. “Fuuucccccckkkk…..” I pant, feeling the sweet release. She slows down her hand action. Sucking on my head still, keeping her lips wrapped firmly around my dick, she swallows. She takes her mouth off and apart from a tiny bit of spunk she missed rolling down my shaft, she took it in her stride. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand (Don’t you just fucking love seeing a girl do that?) she sat back, out of breath, smiling. “That was good” I said to her. She giggles. “Not had to do that in a while” she says innocently. She’s got that wicked smile on her mouth, she stares at me. Putting my hand around her waist I sit up and face her. Wipe a little bit of spittle off her chin with my finger. “100% worth the effort of today” I say to her. “Glad you enjoyed it” she says. “This is a one time thing though, you know that right?”. “Yeah…” I say disappointed. I knew it would be. She starts getting dressed, gorgeous little tits go back into the dress, and she un-rolls the bottom section back around those long legs. Pulling my boxers and trousers back up, I drop her off back at hers.

Next day at work is like normal – talk, have lunch, tiny bit flirty, lots of reviewing how well we did during the race, never mention the dick sucking she got up to after. We carried on running for a while after the race, eventually she had to move away once studying was complete. Currently engaged to her then long term boyfriend. We still chat now and again, and have done a couple of other half marathons together since the first one. No BJ reward at the end of them, but on the positive side I have a new personal best of just over 2 hours and every time I go for a run I get to think about that blowjob. Pretty happy with that :)

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