This happened around a year ago. There was this one guy that lives in a building next to me that is always out jogging. My apartment is on the seventh floor and overlooks the pool, so sometimes I would get to see him in the pool.
I’ve ‘bumped’ into John on many of his daily runs, just so I can get a close up of his chest and rock hard abs. The fact that he’s actually really tall and sweet is the icing on the cake.
One night, I was out running where he usually runs, when i started to feel drops on my head. Rain started to drop down and I could hear the sound of footsteps quickly approaching me from behind. “It looks like its going to start coming down hard,” John says as he passes me. He runs backwards facing me now. “Better hurry up, we’re racing the weather now”. John turns back around and tells me to keep up.