“Hurry along, before you have to catch up!” He laughs as he stops to stretch against a near by light pole.
Purposely she stands directly in front of him, bends to stretch to touch her toes and work on her calf and quad muscles. Loosening them. He can’t resist. He puts his hand out and touches her ass. “You know you can’t do that in front of me.” Her turn to play. She laughs and wiggles her ass even more. He lets out an “ummmpff”. She then starts a slow jog down the path, “you better catch up!” She calls back over her shoulder. His turn to stare as she pulls away, his mind suddenly lost from running as well. Shaking himself out of his stupor, and adjusting his shorts again he easily catches up to her.
They settled into their rhythm and were easily talking their frustrations about their days out. Complaining about life and marriage, talking to one another like best friends often do. It was so easy to run next to her. Listen to her. To care about her. And she felt the same for him. He was her safe place to just open up and be herself. The physical exertion coupled with the mental unburdening freed both of them. By the time two miles had past none of their problems felt heavy anymore, and he decided to lighten the mood. Pointing off in the distance at a tree line he says “race you!” And she couldn’t help but accept the challenge and sprinted for all she was worth.
Losing by only a few strides she collapsed at the “finish line” doubling over clutching her side to catch her breath. Both laughing at the fun of the game. She reached down and pulled her foot up to stretch out her muscles. He doing the same. Both silent except for the heavy breathing. She then bent over again to toe touch stretch and he watched,”you really shouldn’t do that in front of me.” He commented again in a much more serious tone. Her response was to wiggle her ass as she stretched the muscles “oh now, why not?” She says playfully. “Because it makes me fucking want you.” He said back very gruffly. Straightening back up and turning to meet his stare, she retorted “then take me.” His eyes changed. They got dark. His smile gone from his face. He had replaced it with a look of a man with a mission. He grabbed her up again. Sliding his hand behind her ear and pulling her face to his. This time kissing her much deeper. No playfulness, all passion and desire as his tongue entered her mouth. His teeth biting down on her lip as he pulled away with a satisfied moan.
“Come on” he grabbed her hand and walked into the tree line, walking them deeper into the woods. Using the thick brush and trees to conceal themselves. Glancing around he noted he had brought her far enough out of the prying eyes of anyone. He pushed her against a thick tree her back feeling the rough bark. As he kissed her deeply he thrust his hips forward into hers. His very hard cock pressing into her through only a very thin light layer of clothing. She instinctively lifted her leg up to rest down on his hip. His hands grabbing rather forcefully on her ass covered only by her spandex running shorts. He had to touch her ass after all that teasing she does when she stretches. His mouth went to her neck, then her ear. He breathing suddenly increasing again. His hands went up her shirt, under her bra, touching all of her sweat soaked skin as he grabbed her breast. She raised her arms above her head and he lifted the garments off of her and threw them to the leaf covered ground. Now the bark was very rough on her back and she pulled away from the tree and more into his arms as he sucked on her nipples. Playing, pinching, biting and licking each one. He had a hunger for a woman who enjoyed his presence and enjoyed being touched. She had a need for the attention she never gets at home.
He straightened back up to kiss her again, fingers still caressing her nipples. As he did so she grabbed hold of his thick cock through his shorts and began to rub on him. She let out a moan of approval, his absolute favorite noise.
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