“Just a little bit longer”, she thought to herself as she trudged on through the park. “I don’t know why I do this to myself.” Running uphill, focusing on her breath, she saw a familiar face coming towards her. “Of course, I see him… When I look a mess.” For the past several months, every Sunday, she crossed his path. It would seem that he was just as neurotic about her when it came to his Sunday run. At 8:15am, they hit the lake; she heads South, he goes North, they cross paths, give each other the obligatory head nod, and go on with their day. Never stopping, never speaking, barely making eye contact. She assuming he not remembering these encounters and having no idea how much they meant to her.
Watching him run towards her, his long, strong legs pounding the pavement, she took in his rippling leg muscles as they propel him forward, his chest heaving, the focusing on his face intoxicating. As they near each other, a familiar thought ran through her mind. What would I say to him, how would that first conversation go? What would it feel like to be wrapped his arms, and throw down here by the lake? Thankfully, by the time the pass each other she is typically so flushed and breathing so heavy from the run, it isn’t apparent that she is blushing.
The closer he got the more distracting her thoughts of what he must look like without a shirt on became. And just like, she lost her balance and hit the ground. Hard. Embarrassed, and hoping he didn’t see that graceful display, she started to check her lean, muscular body to assess the damage. Some scrapes on her hands and knees, and bruises were definitely going to set in soon. Collecting her breathe, and about to attempt the grand tasks of standing up, she felt a hand on her back.
“Are you ok?” she heard, her heart dropping. She turned around slowly and saw his beautiful face, full of concern. “Hi, yeah. I think so. Probably looked a lot worse than it actually is.” She said, her heart racing, partly due to embarrassment but mostly because this man, who she has lusted over for months, was inches from her face. Trying to collect her thoughts, she distracted herself with her hands, and knees, attempting to think of something clever to say to hide the fact that she wanted to rip his shirt off his body.
“Yeah, that was quite the spill! But I’d give it an 8.5 for style.” He said with a gentle chuckle, and a captivating smile. Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at him, noticing for the first time his beautiful hazel eyes and full lashes, the dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, and the slight gap in his teeth that was oh so sexy. “Then it seems as though I need to work on my form”, she said with a slight smile on her face. Hoping that she was adequately hiding how nervous she was feeling. “I don’t know, your form is always pretty spot-on.”
“Hmm, well that was unexpected,” she thought. “Has he been watching me? Has he actually noticed me before this awkward meet? How do I respond? What do I do?”
“So… you’ve noticed my form before this?” She asked, not really knowing where this sudden burst of confidence came from. He paused, for a just a moment, and then said… “Yes, every Sunday, 8:15, we cross paths. I make sure that I get started early enough in hopes that I see you. I’ve actually taken to running this path most days in hopes to see you again, but we only see to align today.”
Knowing that this was her moment, “I’ve been doing the same for the past few months. This moment each Sunday makes the pain of this run bearable. Why have you never said hi?”
“Why haven’t you?”
“Touché. I suppose I didn’t think you noticed me.”
“How could I not.” At this point, he stood up, gave her his hand, and helped her get back on her feet. She winced a bit, her joints more tender than she was expecting. Noticing this, he wrapped his arm around her waist in an attempt to stabilize her. Taking advantage of this moment, she leaned into him, breathing in deeply to take in his intoxicating scent. Resting her head against his shoulder, she looped her arm around him, placing it low on his waist, just above his firm ass.
They walked slowly for a few minutes around the lake, stopping by a bench. He turned her around so that she was facing him. Looking up expectedly at him, she moved both of her hands to his strong shoulders. The tension between them palpable. “I think we need to make sure you are ok before we go on with our runs.”
“Oh, do we now, and where should we start.”
“I think we should start with your shoulders.” And with that, he leaned down and kissed her soft, sun-kissed shoulder lightly, moving slowly to her clavicle and to her neck. Standing there exposed, the threat of other joggers coming past anytime, she felt herself warm in anticipation of what was to come.
“Where should we check next”, he asked?
“I landed pretty hard on my stomach, I think we need to check.” She slowly pulled her top off, standing there in her sports bra, her chest heaving, her heart racing. He moved his hands down her neck, his fingers tracing lightly over her nipples, clearly erect through her bra, and along her stomach, down to the waist band of her tights. Unable to resist, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled herself into him. Her lips meeting his, their body pressed hard against each other. The kiss, gentle at first, intensified rapidly as the heat between them grew. Months of sexual tension finally being released. Biting down on his lower lip, she moaned softly into him, causing him to pull her in closer and press his growing erection into her.
Pulling back, she looked deep into his eyes, the desire palpable. Leaning up on her tip-toes, she leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “let’s find a more secluded spot.” Grabbing his hand, collecting her discarded top, she led him to a small patch of trees. She leaned back against a solid oak, and pulled him into her, thrusting her hands under his shirt, and pulling it up over his head. Taking in his body, she ran her long, slender fingers along his chest, over his defined shoulder and biceps, tracing his abs. His hands exploring her soft, tender skin… gently exploring her back, her arms, running his fingers along the band of her bra, pushing three under until he grazed her right nipple ever so lightly. She moaned in delight, feeling herself grow uncomfortably wet. She raised her arms over her head, and he quickly removed her bra, freeing her firm, perky breasts. From there, his mouth found her neck, his tongue tracing down until he found her supple nipple, her back arching in response, and a soft moan escaping her mouth.
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, she reached her hand down and found his long, hard cock, grasping it gently through his shorts. A guttural groan escaping at her first touch. She slid her right hand into his waist band and wrapped her soft fingers around his cock. Stroking it slowly, her other hand resting on his back, bracing herself.
While his mouth was still exploring her nipples, he slid his hand into her yoga pants, beneath her panties, and found her hard, wet clit. His touch light, yet firm, she felt her body electrify. As her moans intensified, he released her nipple from his mouth, locking eyes, the look of desire intense. He pressed her hard into the tree, and masterfully slipped two fingers inside, her nails digging into his shoulders as he slipped them deeper into her.
“I can’t believe I am doing this… I don’t even know his name.” She thought, I should stop this before I goes any further. But I need him, I want him. “I want you to fuck me”, she whispered in his ear between moans. “now.” Slipping his shorts down, she freed his now fully-erect cock from its confines. She let him turn her around, slide her tights down leg and bend her against the tree. The tip of his cock brushed against her lips, teasing her, tempting her. The warm sun beating down on them, the sound of unsuspecting joggers and people walking their dogs in the air. Some dangerously close to catching them in this quite compromising position.
Slowly, his rock-hard cock slid into her slick vagina, pressing deep and hard, filling her. His hands finding her hips, he started pumping steadily, in and out, his pace increasing as he went as deep as he could. Sounds of pleasure escaping from her lips, trying to stay quiet to avoid drawing attention. As his pace quickened, she pressed two fingers into her clit, circling in perfect rhythm to his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure through her body in ways she had never before felt. The excitement of getting caught, the secret that they were sharing. The way his breathe felt on her back, cool against the heat for the sun. He reached around to grab her breast, and as he tweaked her nipple, she felt that final rush as her orgasm rippled through her body. Every inch of her on fire, moaning hard into the tree, holding on to maintain her balance as her body started to quiver uncontrollably. As she clenched down on his cock, he gripped her tightly, thrusted hard and deep, and exploded his warm seed into her.
Pulling her into him, his cock slid slowly out her, cum dripping down her leg. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. She could feel his heart racing against her back as he placed a soft kiss on the back her neck. After a few moments, she turned around and reached up, finding her lover’s lips. She gathered her clothes, and as she pulled her shirt back over her head, she said… “See you next Sunday.” And took off to complete her run.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/alyygy/fm_first_encounter_the_run
Mmmmm, sex on trail.