I go for morning runs several times a week, and I frequently see the same person out there. I thought this man was so fucking attractive. He is in his early 30s and has a nearly ideal figure—not the bulky meathead kind, but thin and athletically fit with very little body fat. Absolutely my style. Although we hardly ever spoke, we would wave and encourage one another whenever we passed. My slutty side went crazy at the thought of blowing on the side of the road or having him fuck me in a total stranger’s yard.
He had just finished his run as I passed him yesterday as he was checking his mailbox, so I decided to yell out and taunt him a little, “done already!?” He smiled, and after some awkward small conversation from opposite ends of the street, I learned that he really enjoys triathlon competition and spends his free time working or exercising. It’s been over 4 months since I’ve seen and dick, so I had to get into this guy’s house. I politely asked if I could use his restroom and fill up on water, and he obliged. He wasn’t the most intriguing guy, but that didn’t matter to me.