After an hour of running, my feet are starting to drag. My muscles ache. My lungs burn. My clothes are soaked through from the light rain and the sweat that stubbornly refuses to evaporate in the humid September air. Less than a mile to go until I reach the gym, where I’ll take a long shower to soothe my muscles and cleanse my skin.
To keep myself going, I imagine that I’m having sex with a beautiful woman and can’t let her down. The generic beautiful woman in my mind quickly morphs into two — Ellen and Vanessa, the yoga-pants-wearing MILFs who gave me the most amazing sexual experience of my life a few short weeks ago. I’ve hardly seen them since and our contact has been limited to brief nods and smiles as we drag our children in or out of preschool. Now, for the ten thousandth time since our liaison, I recall their naked bodies — Vanessa’s petite with small, pert breasts and a firm ass; Ellen’s lean and athletic with large, soft breasts and a gently rounded ass. Both of them slick with sweat and panting. Vanessa’s long, blond hair swaying against her arched back as she drives herself down onto my cock. Ellen’s toned thighs trembling around my head as her pussy floods my mouth with its juices.