7 comments/ 31615 views/ 3 favorites Running on Sunset Ridge By: dAyers Maggie is late. She pulls up to the logging road gate and sees Will's truck already parked. She's frustrated her alarm didn't go off. She grabs her hand held water bottle and carefully steps over the gate. She glances as Will's truck as she passes. No note on the windshield. She guesses that he waited for her for fifteen or twenty minutes. But she's more like thirty minutes late. Maggie has been running with Will for the last few months at lunch and he's finally invited her to go on a weekend run up a nearby box canyon on gated logging roads. It's getting warm out and Maggie is wearing a jog bra and a pair of skintight boy shorts. She's not wearing much on purpose, because: Will is an attractive man. In fact, Maggie thinks he's downright gorgeous. And Maggie has been without a boyfriend now for several months. Will is nice to her, and they have become good friends, just by running at noon. He works at a nearby office. They bumped into each other one day while they were both finishing up a lunchtime run. They've been running partners ever since. Conversations at lunch are fairly benign. She knows that his wife left him recently, although doesn't know all the details. She suspects it has to do with a third person, but she can't tell for sure. She can tell he is somewhat distrusting of women, although he is always very polite to her. Running at is where he draws the line with her. Although she finds him very attractive, and has tried to get him to ask her out, he always has an excuse. Will is tall and muscular, and swims and runs regularly. He's ten years her senior, to her twenty-five. His hair goes beach blonde in the sun, and his skin goes to a dark tan. Maggie has seen other women turn their heads and look at him, although he is oblivious to it. She likes that he is humble. Maggie is shorter than Will, and fit. She runs five days a week. This morning, after she slipped on her sports bra and contemplates a shirt for the top, she admires her own flat stomach, and beginnings of washboard abs. Her hair is auburn and long and pulled into a ponytail. Her legs are long and shapely. She smoothes her hands over her smooth shaved legs and looks approvingly at her ass in the mirror. Admires the way the shorts hug the very bottom of her behind. She hopes it's enough to get Will to look twice. She's not wearing any underwear. On purpose. Two days ago Will and Maggie were running and getting along well. Maggie told him a story she heard about a friend of a co-worker who runs in the nude when on vacation in the desert outside of Death Valley. "I don't know," Will said, "I think that might be something he should keep to himself." Maggie laughed, "It's on the list of things to do." "Really?" Will asked, genuinely surprised. "Really." Maggie responded. Will seemed to change the subject. "You should go running with me this weekend. It's closed logging roads and no one ever goes up there. I go up there almost once a week." Then adds like a tease, "You can run naked up there. No one will see you." Will continued and tells her she needs to bring a handheld water bottle because its southern facing and can heat up. The run usually takes anywhere from an hour and half to two hours. "Why the time difference?" Maggie wanted to know. "Just depends on what route I take, or if I stop and smell the roses." He smiles at her. So she agreed to go. And now she's late. And it's not her fault. Okay, maybe it is a little. A comedy of errors really- Her alarm didn't go off, and then getting stuck in traffic- who would have thought there would be traffic on a Saturday morning? She starts off at a jog up the hill, but it's pretty steep, made for logging trucks in a low gear, and it's a grind. She sees Will's footprints in the dust of the middle of the road, and is satisfied she won't get lost. Will is right. The south-facing slope does get warm quickly. She's glad she's not wearing an extra shirt, even if the lack of clothing was to tease Will, or maybe entice him into her body hugging boy shorts. She's not usually a tease at all, but after all, Will is so sexy. She's working hard up the slope. Her GPS watch beeps. She's gone a mile, then two. She looks up and sees a figure on a side slope, running on what looks like a steep ramp cut into the side of the mountain. The nearby slopes have been logged a few years back and smallish trees are growing in clear-cut. She smells the fir trees on the light breeze and thinks that despite how hard the run is, it's good to be out of town and in the great outdoors. She stops and squints in the bright light. Sweat is dripping off of her now. Looks like it's probably Will, and he's got his shirt off. I should take mine off too. She laughs to herself. Then continues on up the gravel road. She keeps him in sight, and gains some ground on him, working hard at a faster pace than Will is running. She rounds a corner and the road follows a ridge like a ribbon of gravel, rising an falling gently until it rises again and disappears into the trees. She sees Will about a quarter mile away, maybe slightly farther, and she stops dead in her tracks, and pushes her sunglasses down her nose, looking over the top of them. Maggie almost laughs out loud, but instead, smiles broadly. Will is running naked. There's no mistake at all. He's not wearing a stitch of clothing save his running shoes. He's maybe got something his hand, but from this far away, it's hard to tell. She trails him, still gaining, but also trying not to let him see her. Will runs up the final stretch of road into the trees, and she's not too far behind him. She comes around a bend just in time to see him take a right turn down a spur road. It takes her several minutes to make it to the spur, and she approaches the turn slowly. She doesn't see him, and she continues up the spur until it widens out into a landing. She doesn't see Will. She carefully picks her way to the end of the landing and sees a trail that heads off into the trees. She sees Will's footprints and follows it for a short distance until she can see a break in the taller trees and the forest gives way to a meadow in the sun. She pauses at the tree line and looks for Will. She sees him sitting about twenty five yards away sitting down in the grass of the meadow, legs stretched out in front of him, arms propping himself up, head tipped back toward the warm sun. He's still naked. Maggie admires him. His shoulder and back muscles ripple, and he is drenched with sweat. He looks relaxed and at peace. He leans all the way until he's resting on just his elbows. She can see his abdominal muscles ripple, and how broad his chest is. She's never seen him with his shirt off. He always runs with his torso covered whenever they are together at lunch. He's got very little chest hair, just a few curls of bleached hair she can make out. She lets her eyes follow his chest back down to his flat stomach, and then she sees he is shaved. No pubic hair. Hardwood floors. It shocks her, and moistens her at the same time. All two of her other boyfriends had hair down there. His penis is semi flaccid and laying against his thigh. It's good sized. She feels a tingle beneath her boy-shorts, blood slowly filling her lips, becoming more sensitive. She's slick with sweat like he is from her run up the mountainside, but she can feel her interior wetness began to build. She feels kind of naughty, watching him, like a voyeur. She feels like it's her move to go out there and strip naked next to him. She knows she would take him in her mouth first, or maybe just straddle his cock as he lay like that. Just strip naked where she is right now and saunter over to him naked. Push him back and guide him into her. His cock. She's watching his cock began to extend out to its full erect length. Will looks at his erection. He's still slick with sweat, and so is his length, and he doesn't use any lube at all, just a little saliva, and begins stroking. Maggie is mesmerized by what she is seeing. One minute she's thinking of walking over there and fucking him, the next he's masturbating in front of her. She's not one to think masturbation is disgusting either, especially not in this setting. He thinks he's alone, and oh my god, he's so sexy. She's curious, and she's horny. So she watches. She doesn't interfere. She's watched boyfriends masturbate before, and she's always liked watching a man engaged in self pleasure. Will uses his right hand on his cock, stroking the length, paying particular attention to the tip. The head turns purple as he grips the shaft. He's still slick with sweat from running. Maggie wonders what it would be like to take his warm, hard wood and put it in her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the glans, and suck, sucking all the blood to the tip, turning him purple and swelling him to a bigger than normal size, then parting her wet pussy lips and guide him into her, to feel his girth, his length fill her up. Maggie can't help herself and she dips her fingers into the front of her shorts, and touches her clit. It's swollen and sensitive, and she feels like she could orgasm in seconds. She feels her pubic hair and makes a mental note she should have groomed a little more. She wonders what his smoothness feels like as it slides inside her. She pulls her shorts down and steps out of them. She spreads her feet wider apart, allowing better access to herself. She slips a finger between her lips and feels how incredibly wet she is. She inserts a finger, her palm squarely on her clit. She starts a rhythmic grind against her hand as she reaches deep inside and then pulls partially back out until she's caressing her G-Spot. She's wet and her pussy is making those wet noises. She tries a different rhythm so he won't hear her. Her little masturbation secret is that she knows how to make herself squirt. She's never done it for a boyfriend. It's something she's saving for someone special. Will gets up on his knees, one hand grasped hard around his cock, one hand tugging and massaging his scrotum. His balls are swollen, and his cock is red and purple there's so much sensation and blood down there it looks like it's going to burst. He strokes slowly- the entire length- sometimes focusing on the shaft and the whole stroke, sometimes focusing on just the head. Maggie lifts her jog bra and exposes her pert breasts. No more than a handful. Her nipples harden with exposure to the light breeze. She rotates each one between her fingers of her opposite hand, all the while working her finger in and out, across he G-Spot, and pressing her palm into her clit. She's going to come. She bites her lip, and she lets up with her hand, not allowing an orgasm yet. Will gets up from his kneeling position, his cock full, fat and erect. He spreads his legs apart, partially bent at the knees, angles the tip toward the ground, and begins long full strokes, from the base to the tip and back. Clean shaved, he can get the full effect. His shaft is glistening in the sun. He looks huge to her and she imagines him deep inside her. Pumping. Thrusting. Grinding. He has a look of intense concentration on his face. The muscles in his arms are tense and sinewy. She sees his shaved legs, his quads, calves, and hamstrings shine in the sun. She can see every muscle definition. She sees the tension build in him. She can tell he's getting ready to come. His eyes are rolling up in the back of his head as the pace of his stroking quickens. He's got the other hand wrapped firmly around his balls drawing them forward and down as he's simultaneously pressing against his taint. His cock grows massive. Maggie presses harder again against her clit and against her G-Spot. She stifles a scream, sees stars and gets tunnel vision as an orgasmic wave crashes over her and she feels herself squirt against her hand. She watches through partially clenched eyelids as Will arches his back, gasps out loud, cock exposed to the sun like he's trying to make it the highest point on his body, and shoots long arcs of cum into the air as again and again, until his orgasm subsides and he milks the last of his sperm from the tip of his swollen head. He shudders and opens his eyes and looks right at her. Maggie is panting. She's out of breath and still so incredibly horny now she can't believe it. But she's still, she doesn't think he can see her and she waits. She sees him lay on his back and relax, his gaze returned elsewhere besides her. She watched him as soaks in the sun for a few minutes more, then looks at his watch and gathers his shorts. He turns and runs towards her, still naked, and his cock slightly swollen and red, back up the trail. She ducks out of sight as he runs past. She pulls her bra back over her breasts then slides on her shorts. She waits a few minutes and follows him on the road. She stays just out of sight of him, one turn in the road behind him, until they get near the cars, and he stops to slip his shorts back on. Will slows at the gate and sees her car. He stops and turns, sees her. "I didn't think you were coming," he smiles at her. "Oh, I came alright. You just didn't see me until just now!" She smiles back at him. "Maybe next time we can run together." Running on Sunset Ridge Ch. 02 On Sunday, Maggie cuts the liner out of the faux plaid flannel running skirt. It fits tight, and she plans on wearing it next weekend when Will will ask her to run up the logging road again. In fact, she's going to wear it on Monday at lunch as a prelude, a tease, to make him want to ask her again. She can't get it out of her head, and she's nothing but wet and horny replaying the scene again and again. That he was so beautiful, and so sexy, and the fact that he was stroking his massive cock. It glistened in the sun with sweat, muscles rippling, back arching, erection stiff and backlit against the blue sky. And she's so horny thinking about it. She can't keep her fingers off herself. They go running that Monday at lunch. They meet in the usual place and Maggie is wearing the running skirt with no liner. She's commando, and it makes her feel so naughty, and makes her so incredibly wet. Especially since there's so many people on the running path at noon. She feels like everyone can see through her skirt. She's careful not to let it ride up too far. After a mile or so, Maggie asks, "So have you ever run in the nude? You know and not told anyone?" Will looks at her sideways as they run, but doesn't say anything. "I think I'd like to try it." Maggie continues. "Would you go for it if I did it?" Will smiles at her, "I might." "Then it's a date this weekend. Naked running." She steals a sideways glance at him, and stops near a park bench. She makes sure she's facing him and brings her foot up to re-tie her running shoe. Her skirt hikes up and she makes sure Will gets a good look. She can't see his eyes beneath his sunglasses, but she can tell, he saw. "You might like what you see." She finishes. "You know, this weekend." "Oh," Will grins as they start running again. "I'm sure I will." Friday night after work, she's in the shower, shaving her landing strip. She takes a little more off each side until it's not a landing strip anymore, now it's just a patch. She pauses, looks at herself, legs partially parted, and rinses the razor. With two careful swipes she's bald. She rinses off and steps out. She towels off and looks at her work in the mirror. She hasn't had the prepubescent look since...puberty. She runs her hand across her lower belly to her newly shaved skin. She touches her clit, runs her fingers lightly across her lips, and feels herself swell. She's surprised how smooth it all is, how clean and good it feels. She thinks about Will's shaved, smooth, hard cock entering her to the hilt, filling her up until she gasps and he withdraws his length just to the tip and then plunges back in again. She rubs her clit in a circle, dips a finger inside. She's so wet. She's so horny. She figures she'll just play with herself just for a few minutes, but she'll save herself for tomorrow. But she can's stop, and soon she's in the bedroom on the bed, still naked. Her legs are spread, and she's working two fingers in and out of her slit while the other fingers work her clit. Around and around until her head is tipped back and she's moaning and she knows she's got that same pre orgasm look that Will had last weekend. She grabs her hairbrush and she inserts the handle. The rubber nubs feel good against the inside of her slick vagina. She presses against that magic spot and watches herself in the mirror against the opposite wall. The vision is so hot, so sensual, that she can't help herself, and soon she's coming in waves and she's soaking the bed as she squirts and squirts. She can't stop. She's releases a tidal wave of fluid. She sets the hairbrush aside and just works her clit. Her other hand massages her breasts. Fingers pinch and twist her nipples. She's close again. She reaches over into the nightstand and gets out her rabbit. It's purple, phallic shaped with a rotating head and internal beads. It's got ears that vibrate. She slides it in, turns it on and screams out loud.... ***** Maggie sets two alarms and gets to the logging road before Will. It's already hot this morning. Maggie has the plaid skirt on and a white top. She's got her hair in pigtails. She bought white compression socks and she has them pulled to just below her knees. Will laughs at her. "That's a great Catholic School Girl outfit, but I though we were going to run naked?" He asks her. She pulls up her skirt and flashes him her shaved pussy. "Oh we are." He slides off his shirt so he's only in a pair of shorts and his shoes. Without further conversation, they hop over the gate and run up the gravel. Once out of sight of the road. Maggie stops. "You first." She says to him. "Off with the shorts." He shakes his head, "I don't think so. You first." She grins at him pulls her bra top off exposing her breasts. Her nipples go instantly hard. She eyes the package in his shorts and slides the skirt off so she's standing bare assed naked in front of him, save her shoes and compression socks. "Wow." Will says to her. "You're gorgeous with your clothes on. With them off, you're even more beautiful." She blushes, points at his shorts, then directs, "Off with them." "You kind of gave me some swelling down there," he says. "And you're making me wet." She responds. "Are we going to do this or not?" Will slides his shorts off, releasing his cock. She admires him. He's so big, and if she wanted to, she felt like he'd let her touch him now. But she waits. He's semi hard, and he grows to full length in front of her. "I'm kind of embarrassed," he says to her. "Let's go." She snatches his shorts from his hand and runs up the road. "Hey!" he yells at her and follows. She gets around the first corner and sees a fallen log on the side of the road. She sets all of their clothes behind the log and takes several running steps away so he can't see where they went. He sees her without any of the clothes. "What did you do with them?" he asks. "Not to worry." Maggie says. "I don't want you to bail out on me. Now you're committed!" They run in silence up the hill. Despite the electricity of being nude, the terrain and the heat make it so they can't talk. They wind their way slowly up the hill until they are both shiny with sweat. Will leads them to the spur road and the meadow. "Let's stop for a break." Maggie knows what's coming and feels the tingle. Her clit start to swell and her lips engorge in anticipation. Will finds almost the same spot he was in the last weekend and reclines in the grass. He shuts his eyes and points his face at the sun. It's almost as if its an involuntary reaction, but Will gets hard in front of her. She's standing above him, she hasn't sat down yet and she thinks about all the things she thought to do with him last weekend when she watched him masturbate. He's rock hard in front of her and he's looking at her. A gentle breeze cools her skin and gives her goose bumps because she's sweating. Her nipples are pencil point erasers. Then she's kissing him. His mouth is exploring her tongue. He's biting and pulling on her lip, and she's doing the same back to him. His hand found his way to her wetness and a finger has worked its way inside. Her hand is on his cock, and she's gently stroking the length, feeling his warmth, and soft hardness. She bends down and places the head of his cock in her mouth and he tastes salt of sweat. He lays back and maneuvers her into a 69 so she's on top, and she feels him glide his tongue over her clit and her lips and feels him sucking on her clit, making it swell, like she's doing to his cock, sucking on the head and bringing all the blood to the end to make it sensitive and swollen and massive. Soon she can't take the pressure and she lets loose with a scream and an orgasm. His cock feels like it's going to burst in her mouth as she grinds her pussy in his face. He flips her onto her back, and spins so he's facing her and he kisses her. She can taste herself on his lips and then she can feel him poised at her entrance. It's all happening very fast. And she wants him, needs him inside her. She spreads her legs wide, takes her fingers and spreads herself apart and reaches down with her other hand and guides his cock inside. He's so big, so smooth, and so hard that she gasps as he goes all the way in on the first thrust. Then he's gentle. And firm. Each thrust is long and deep, and it seems like only seconds when she comes again. She raises her hips and she arches her back and cries out. "Oh, God!" He spreads her legs as far as they will go apart, and fucks her deep and hard and she loves it, she accepts him into her. She looks down and watches as her lips grasp at his shaft as he pulls out of her and then they fold back inside as he slides back in. Being free and naked outside, the thrill of getting caught by someone, the excitement of being miles from their clothes makes it too much, and Will pulls out of her and shoots his load like a high powered cannon across her stomach and onto her tits. She watches his eyes as they roll back into his head. His eyes are half open and he makes a barely audible guttural sound. She thought he came a lot the previous weekend, but it pales in comparison. The sun is warm as they lay on the grass out of breath. "Wow." She says to him. She's still turned on. There's tingling down there that hasn't been quenched. "Yes. Wow." "I watched you last Saturday." She confesses. "I watched you play with yourself." He sits up on an elbow, "You did, did you? So I should get to watch you play with yourself." Without hesitation, she spins on her back so she's facing him with her legs spreads. She wipes some of his cum off of her tits and uses it as lube on her clit. She stares at him right in the eyes as she rubs in circles and then takes her other fingers and begins the familiar massage of her g-spot. She feels the pressure build inside her. "You might want to back up a little." She warns. He stays put and she closes her eyes and arches her back and squirts what feels like gallons with her orgasm. She knows it soaks his chest without even having to look. She's breathing hard. She's panting. She doesn't even have her eyes open yet and she can feel him maneuvering her to her knees and then he's entering her from behind, reaching underneath her and fingering her clit and making her come again and again as he thrusts into her. She cries out, she can't help it as he grabs her hips and she can feel him pulse as he comes deep inside her. Then they lay together in a tangle. Skin slippery with sweat. He's rubbed his torso against her and his cum is everywhere. It's on her breasts. It's running out of her and onto her legs. They lay there for a while. It feels good to both of them. They rise, and run quietly together for a while down the hill and back toward where Maggie hid their clothes. Maggie can't believe what happened and how incredible it was and how turned on she still feels. Will keeps looking over at her and smiles. She smiles back, and feels him still dripping down her leg. As they round the last corner to their clothes, they stop and embrace. Maggie feels Will rise against her and she reaches down to him and feels him grow hard in her hand. She looks up at him and bends down and then takes him in her mouth. He gasps, almost loses his balance and lets her. She feels his hard softness in her mouth, and she can still taste a little of herself and his cum on him. She takes his scrotum in her hand and caresses him as she presses him against the roof of her mouth with her tongue on the underside of him. She feels the definition of his glans with her tongue and tastes his pre-cum as it starts to leak out. She hears him mumble something and he grabs the back of her head and holds it as he comes in her mouth. She swallows him and savors how good he tastes, then stands and kisses him deep, making sure he can taste himself, her arms around his neck. At the same time, they turn and they see the same couple from last weekend. They are standing at the apex of the corner very still. They clearly saw what just happened. Maggie feels herself flush and she turns to look at Will, who just starts laughing. His cock is still almost all the way fully erect and red. "Follow me," he says to her and he leads the way as they run past the couple and their dogs. Maggie looks at Will as they pass the couple and Will winks. "You never know what's going to happen up here. Always need to be prepared," he says to them. The man gives them a boy-scout salute while the woman stands with a smile. Maggie and Will turn around almost when they are almost out of sight and see the man and woman embrace. "Wonder what we started?" Maggie asks as they retrieve their clothes. Will grins at her, but says nothing. Maggie kisses Will one last time before the gate. "Thanks for the run. I hope we come again really soon."