2 comments/ 122341 views/ 20 favorites Running Partner By: randallangdon Chris had been laid off as a pharmaceutical salesman recently. Despite the pain of being let go, Chris didn't mind the generous five months of severance pay that he was receiving and decided that he'd take a couple of months off before starting to search for another job. Sleeping in and enjoying the paper over coffee was nice for the first two weeks, but he started getting antsy as the first month closed. Plus, he sensed no small amount of resentment from his wife, who left for her job in the city at 6:30 am every morning. So, he decided that he'd get up with his wife and start running again. The first couple of days were torture, as he reacquainted himself with the rigors of running hills again. The soreness was awful initially, but after a week, it began to subside. Chris started to enjoy putting on his headphones and losing himself while running though his neighborhood of condominiums. He also liked the results he quickly started to get from running. He was never out of shape, but having been a college athlete, he was not in the shape that he was in seven years ago, when he was catching passes for his alma mater. At the end of his first month off from work, Chris was pleased at his progress and his wife enjoyed the fruits that were his tight, muscular 5'10", 185 pound body. His wife wasn't the only one it seemed. Chris had never known that so many young couples lived in his neighborhood. He enjoyed getting the smiles and occasional waves from wives left at home while their husbands toiled at work. Many of them would retrieve their newspapers in their robes that clung to their figures and it gave Chris more than enough fantasy fodder. Nobody got his attention more than Janet, though. Janet was he and his wife Nichole's neighbor. Her and her husband Pete lived four townhouses down from them in the same unit of collected condominiums. They got along with Janet and Pete and had shared dinners with them every once in a while. Janet and Pete were in their early thirties, just a couple of years older than he and Nichole. Pete was an airline pilot and his salary provided them a comfortable living. Janet liked the fact that they could survive while she worked only part-time selling jewelry at a local boutique. One morning, as Chris celebrated his 40th day off of work, he returned from his hour-long, early morning run. As we walked his cool-down toward his townhome, he noticed Janet sitting on her small porch in a lawn chair. She was sipping a cup of coffee and reading a book as Chris passed by her. "Good run," she asked smiling. "Ah, just another day. Trying to stay in shape, you know?" He couldn't help but stare at her tanned and toned crossed legs revealing themselves from under the part in her robe. Janet's brown hair was a bit disheveled, but it made her look that much sexier to Chris. The silk robe caressed her curves nicely, highlighting what had to be a nice set of athletic b-cup breasts. It was obvious that this woman took care of herself. "Yeah, I'd like to start running again, but I haven't done it since high school. I'm a Pilates and weights girl now," she continued putting her paper down next to her chair. "Well, you're doing just fine Janet," he said, not wanting to be too forward with an overt compliment. Nevertheless, she blushed. "Hey, why don't you start running with me? I hate running by myself. I have a short three-mile route through the woods there that would give you a good start." "I don't know Chris. You'd have to slow down a whole lot for me," she said, exploring the idea. "Look, I'm no track star. Just give it a try. I start running around 6:45 every morning," he invited. She reluctantly said, "Well, okay. I'll give it a try, but you better go easy on me tomorrow." The statement was innocent enough, but it caused a vision of Chris fucking Janet in a way that could be described any way but easy. He snapped out of it and comforted her by saying, "You set the pace Janet. I gotta go get a shower. I'll see you tomorrow morning." The rest of the day had Chris thinking about Janet's beautiful legs peaking out from under her robe. The next morning, Chris kissed Nichole goodbye and as her car pulled down the street, turned anxiously toward Pete and Janet's place. As he got to the door, he hesitated, wondering what Pete would think about him taking his wife for a run. Casting aside his doubts, he lightly knocked on the door. She opened it and he was met with the pleasant view of Janet in her workout attire. She motioned for him to come in as she put half a bagel in her mouth and walked back toward the kitchen. "Sorry I'm running a little late this morning. Pete is flying a far east route this week, so he's not around to wake me up like normal." This made Chris a little more comfortable, knowing that he wouldn't have to give the awkward explanation to Pete about him and his wife's decision to try running together. "That's quite alright; take your time," he replied, taking his own time to stare at her 5'4" figure. Her back was turned to him now as she poured some orange juice in a glass and cleaned the counter. Chris was delighted at her very short and tight gray sweat shorts. Janet's ass looked perfect in them. Also perfect was her midriff, exposed because Janet was wearing a female's runner top; it looked like a large sports bra. Chris enjoyed watching her muscles striate as she moved her arms to clean up. Janet turned around and caught his gaze as it locked onto her breasts. Immediately, but too late, Chris looked up into her eyes. "Uh, you ready yet?" Janet smirked knowingly and replied, "I have to stretch first." She quickly brushed by him and walked into the living room. There, Janet sat on a workout mat and began stretching. Chris sat across from her and pretended to do his own stretches, but was really sneaking peeks at the small amount of material covering the gap between Janet's legs each time she spread her legs to stretch. Janet's flexibility was impressive and she wasn't bashful about stretching in front of him. "Let's go." They walked out the door and started up the hill toward the woods that started the running trail. By the time they made it to the start of the trail, droplets of sweat were already forming on Janet's exposed skin. She was breathing heavily. "I've got to slow down Chris," she said between breaths. "Like I said, it's your pace," he responded. To signal this, he slowed down and got behind her. He enjoyed watching her ass jiggle with each step. Also, he noticed the line of sweat that was building on the crack of her ass, showing through her gray sweat shorts. As they slowed down and Janet got through her initial exasperation, she did something that almost made Chris exasperate. He guessed in an attempt to cool off more, Janet rolled her sweat shorts down at the waistline once, first causing them to creep more into her crotch and exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks to Chris, and second exposed the top of her white thong underwear. Chris wondered if she was doing it to get a rise out of him. It was. As they completed the third and last mile, Janet surprised him my kicking up her pace, which actually provided him a slight challenge to finish the run. She slapped him a high five while breathing hard and as he turned to start their cool-down walk home, she gave him a playful slap on the butt. "That's for staring at my tits earlier," she giggled. Sensing the change in conversational tone, Chris replied, "When I'm faced with your beautiful body, how can I not stare?" She blushed and began to smile widely. When they got back to their grouping of townhouses, Janet asked, "Do you want to come in and grab a drink, maybe help me stretch out?" "I can use a glass of water," Chris smiled as he followed her into her house. As she walked toward the kitchen, she rolled down her sweat shorts once more and let out a, "Whew. It was hot out there." As she put a glass under the tap, he noticed her nipples responding to the air conditioning as the tented the running top she had on. Janet took a long drink from the glass, returned it to the tap and refilled it. She handed that same glass to Chris. "I hope you don't mind my germs," she giggled. As she turned to lean her butt against the sink, Chris noticed the white lacy front waistband of Janet's thong panties showing just above the sweat shorts. "Can you help me stretch out in the living room Chris?" Chris just extended his arm as if pointing to the living room. "I'm pretty flexible, so I usually need some help getting past my sticking points." First, Janet sat with her legs straight out and leaned forward. "Push down on my shoulders Chris." He did, putting his hands on her sweaty shoulders and pushing down until she grunted, "That's good," and then, "Okay." He released her. She then brought the bottoms of her feet together and pushed her butt back on the floor. When she did, it exposed the top of her ass crack and Chris almost didn't hear her when she grunted, "Enough Chris." Chris let her up and she rolled onto her back. She extended her right leg straight up and asked Chris to kneel down and push it back towards her head while putting his right hand on her left knee. The view Chris had was incredible. Below him was Janet, her right leg on his left shoulder, his hand on her middle left thigh (he decided to forego the knee), pulling her legs slightly apart exposing the darker, thicker skin to the sides of her pussy lips. "Damn those shorts," he thought to himself. "Push my leg harder Chris," she commanded as her right knee came down to touch her right breast. Chris was leaning against the length of the back of her leg now, his right hand now on her extreme upper thigh pressing down. Janet's eyes were closed as she concentrated on holding the stretch. Not lost on him was that she was quite wet from the sweat and he dared to put his swollen member against her thigh. She didn't act like she noticed. "Switch Chris." Chris repeated the motion but opposite. This time, the temptation overwhelmed him. He could smell the scent coming from Janet's spread pussy. Chris' left hand went under the loose leg of Janet's sweat shorts and began to rub her pussy over her lacy thong. Janet responded with a quick, deep gasp and then with an "mmmm..." This was his invitation. Chris threw Janet's left leg aside and used his right hand to pull the sweaty sweat shorts and thong to the side as he dove into her cunt. "It's about time Chris," she moaned. The smell of her crotch and the sweat involved made him feel dirty and motivated an animalistic urge in him. He flipped her over onto her knees and ripped the shorts down to her knees, exposing her wet, juicy cunt to him. Also, her voluptuous ass cheeks were spread. Chris dove into the entire region, licking wildly. Janet threw her right hand back and pushed his face into her ass. "Eat me Chris," she spoke aloud now. And Chris did, prompting Janet's first orgasm. To hear her grunt between gritted teeth, "oh fuck me you bastard," come from her lips made him pull down his shorts and expose his bulbous cock to her. "Not yet slut," he said as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her mouth to his balls, still sweaty from the run. "You like those sweaty balls in your mouth Janet," he grunted the question at her. "Mmmhmm," she moaned, sending a shudder through him. She pulled back to take a deep breath and he thrust his cock into her mouth. He was shocked that she took his entire eight inches on her first try. This woman was talented. He pulled back as he started to feel himself about to cum and took the opportunity to remove her clothes. In the mood though, he roughly pushed her back, grabbed the waistbands of her shorts and thong and ripped them off her feet. It was the first time he noticed she still had her running shoes on. With her flat on her back now, he took both his hands and ripped the running shirt outward, leaving her breasts to escape from the opening the tear left. The view of her with her legs spread, still wearing her running shoes and her black runner's top ripped open allowing her tits to spill out caused him to jump her. "Put that dick in me Chris!" He pushed it easily into Janet's sloppy wet cunt, the lips spread to take him in. He put his face, still wet from her cunt juices and the sweat from between her legs and put it against hers. Their mouths met and she seemed to revel in tasting herself on his lips, tongue, and even his face. She was an animal in heat. He bucked at her hard now, thrusting his hips at hers, their bodies making slapping sounds as the sweat exchanged between them. "I'm going to cum in your fucking pussy Janet!" He said it so loud that in quick hindsight, he wondered if their neighbors would hear. "No Chris, don't do it, I'm not on the pill!" But Chris was in his home stretch and her struggles beneath him only motivated him more. Finally, at the near instant he was about to shoot into her, he pulled out and straddled her torso. Holding her head up toward him, he shot his white spunk all over her tits, even hitting her chin. Some drops landed on the remnants of her ripped shirt. "Thank you for pulling out, Chris," she seemed to whimper in relief. As thanks, she pulled his ass forward and began to take his cock in her mouth to clean what was left of his ejaculation. "That was the best workout I've had in a long time," she said, adding, "Same time tomorrow?" "Who said we're finished today," he asked in a smartass tone. She took the cue and started sucking him harder again, bringing him back to life. "I'm going to really enjoy this time off," he thought to himself. Running Partner I have always been into running and swimming for exercise, but recently found someone to get me into it even more. One day last week, one of my dogs got away from the yard, and I was just about to go out looking for her when the phone rang and someone said she had found her in their yard, and that they would bring her over. I made my apologies and offered to go over and get her, but she said she was going out running, and knew the street I lived on, and she would be right over. I was very happy to see my dog in a few minutes, and even happier to see her leash being carried by a beautiful woman dressed in black running tights, and a sweatshirt. There was nothing incredibly revealing about her attire, except for the fact that she was quite attractive, several years my senior, and had gorgeously shaped legs. I apologized again at the inconvenience, and thanked her profusely for returning with my dog. She said she was happy to help and set out for her run. I managed to ask her about her running and to feel free to call on me if she needed a running partner. She said thanks, and she had my phone number written down from my dog's collar. Before I could get any more words out, she said bye, that she would call me, and set off on her run. I watched her for a few moments, and marveled at her stride and her lovely legs. She was one of those pretty, graceful runners with a natural, yet powerful stride. Well, I didn't think I would hear from her again until a few days later I got a phone call from her. I realized I didn't know her name, but recognized her voice. She introduced herself as Ann, and asked if I would be interested in running with her the next day. I cheerily agreed, and we met as planned. We jogged several miles together and chatted easily about running, training, and just enjoyed each others company. So much so, in fact, that we began to run together quite regularly because our schedules and jogging paces matched quite well. I learned a lot about Ann, including the fact that she was recently detached from her boyfriend, and also into stretching and yoga. I expressed an interest in both of her other exercises, and she invited me to her place one afternoon after our run. We arrived at her place quite sweaty after a great run, and she showed me to a spare bedroom she made into a studio for her stretching with mats and mirrors, and music. We pulled out the mats, and she said she would show me a few of the exercises she does after running to cool down and keep limber. I enjoyed her soft voice and the comfortable way she exercised her tired muscles. But I began to become quite distracted by her well muscled legs and occasional glimpses of her stomach and bare skin that showed through her clothes as she stretched. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on stretching with a growing bulge in my running shorts that was very difficult to conceal with the routines we were doing. Every so often she would help me stretch a certain muscle by placing her hand on that muscle so that I could feel where I was supposed to feel the stretch. She would position my leg this way, or that way, or push down of pull me in ways that would help me become more flexible. My legs were feeling great, but other parts of me were getting quite tight. ÞI think she sensed my awkward feelings, but by now I think we were both beginning to enjoy this game. She showed me a tandem stretch where se sat facing each other with our legs out to the side so that our feet were touching, and we would alternatively pull each other forward to stretch out the inner thigh muscles. When she pulled me forward, I could only stretch so far, but my head was only inches form her stomach. When I pulled her forward, her head was right at my crotch. She said this was good for the inner thighs and hip joint. I smiled and told her it felt pretty good for me too. She just laughed and said she could tell. We were still pretty sweaty, and I was enjoying her scent. She offered me some cool water, and said I was welcome to jump in the shower if I wanted, and she would fix a quick bite to eat. She brought me a towel, and some change of clothes of things she said would probably fit me, and left for the kitchen. I was hoping she would come bounding in while I was showering, but no such luck. I managed to cool down and sufficiently clean off. I found her in the kitchen preparing some fruit and drinks, and she said she was going to shower too. She then added that she wouldn't mind if I sat with her in the bathroom while she showered so that we could talk. I wasn't quite sure what to make of this offer. She had been so casual and so comfortable with me in her bathroom, with my obvious excitement during her stretching. Ann seemed very comfortable with her body and everything seemed natural without any tensions. So I grabbed a bowl of fruit and joined her in the bathroom. Without any further ado, she began to undress in front of me easily carrying on a conversation. I was enjoying her comfort with things, and I was truly enjoying the sight of her beautiful body. She peeled off her tights and top and stood for a few moments admiring herself in the mirror dressed only in her sports underwear and bra. She spoke easily of the parts of her body she was working on, and asked what I thought of her legs, and if I thought she needed more muscle here of there. I told her that her legs were quite wonderful and how I admired the care she took of her body. She thanked me, and faced away from me to remove her bra and panties. I tried hard not to stare, and caught a glimpse of her swaying breast from the side as she tossed her clothes aside and stepped into the shower. The bathroom was quite large, and I was sitting in a chair at the rear corner of the shower. Ann seemed to almost to forget I was there for a while as I was allowed to observe the ritual of her showering. I watched her taut body soaking languorously in the hot water as she relaxed into the stream. Then she turned to face me with her eyes closed, and I drank in the sight of the rest of her beautiful body. She closed her eyes and tipped her head into the water. Her breasts were perfectly shaped with small, round, hard nipples jutting forward. The water streamed down her tight stomach to the dark hair between her legs, and onward down her muscled legs. This woman was incredible. I didn't feel like she was showing off, or was just teasing me with this. I felt totally at ease with her, and felt as if she trusted me to be with her. Again, I told her how lovely she looked, and thanked her for letting me see her like this. I asked her how it was that she felt so at ease as to let me come into her bathroom with her. She said she trusted me, and that this was just part of her natural habit and she thought she would like to share this part of her with me. I sat silently in the presence of this beautiful woman as she soaped herself, seeming to pay special attention to her breasts and legs. At times she would face me fully at look at me watching her as she rubbed the lather on herself. Then she would stand sideways and rather tease me with rubbing herself between her legs. She knew I was enjoying myself because the bulge in my pants was quite prominent by now. Maybe she had planned this whole scenario because to clothes she had given me to wear were not quite enough to conceal my excitement. I guess we knew enough about each other by now to know or at least to suspect, that this was the sort of game we both enjoyed. By now, her movements were clearly sexual, and she knew she was turning me on like crazy. She lifted one leg to rest it on the side of the tub, and started to rub her pussy and masturbate for me. For a few moments, she stared directly at me, and I was transfixed to her movements. Then her eyes closed as she continued to rub her pussy with one hand and squeeze her hardened nipple with the other. She slid a couple fingers inside herself and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb. She looked me squarely in the eyes as she withdrew her shiny fingers. Then she said, "Why don't you take those clothes off so I can see your body too?" So I slowly stood up and took of my shirt and slid off my shorts. My erection sprang free and she smiled and returned the compliment about my body. "I admire a man who takes care of himself too." Instead of jumping all over her as much of me wanted to, I returned to my chair and sat down to watch this fabulous beauty, and to let her do some watching too. She continued to rub herself, and I grasped my cock in my hand and rubbed up and down slowly. We both smiled at each other and continued our voyeur/exhibitionist game. Ann had a head start on me, and she picked up her pace quickly and I could tell she was going to come soon. I wanted to wait, so I tried to keep jerking off for her slowly. Soon, she clamped her eyes shut and rubbed her clit faster until she came. I could see the extra effort to keep her knees from buckling and I could see her nipples yet firmer than before. Ann said my watching her and her watching me stroke myself made her come so quickly. She grabbed a towel and stepped out of the tub and walked towards me, her breasts swaying seductively with each step. She stood inches form me and continued to dry herself off with her breasts so close to my face. I could smell the clean scent of her soap with the musky scent of her passion. She reached out and pulled my head to her warm chest and buried my face in the cleavage between her boobs. I ran my hands up and down her legs and enjoyed to smooth, firm feel of her well muscled legs. I let my hands continue upwards until my fingertips rested against the moist opening of her pussy lips. I tilted my head back to look up at her and slid my mouth over her waiting nipple. She smiled down at me and said, "That feels great." She ran her hands through my hair, and I felt drops of warm water from her hair fall on my shoulders. I flicked my tongue at her nipple in my mouth, and slid a finger slowly up into her still wet sex. I kept looking at her and sucking on her hard nipple. She arched backwards so my finger slid further inside her pussy, and her breast pushed against my face. I held her tightly against me and twirled my finger inside her to feel the inner depths of her pussy. She moaned softly and then bent forward to kiss me fully on the lips, and probe my mouth with her tongue. She slid her tongue around my lips, and then to my teeth, then deeper into my mouth. I kept my finger deep inside her and sucked on her tongue. She then stepped away slowly so my finger slid out of her, and she kneeled down in front of me. She slid her hands up and down my thighs with her eyes glued to my hard on. She told me my cock looked wonderful sticking straight up, and how hard it was. I told her she made it like that. She slid her hands closer to it, and the first touch of her hands on my cock were electrifying. She softly stroked the sides and tip so I could barely feel her touching me. My cock pulsed with a life of its own as I longed for her to grasp it fully with her hand. One of her hands slid down to massage my balls, and hold them in her hand while the other softly caressed the groove on the underside. She looked up at me and asked how that felt, and I answered her that it was marvelous. She again told me that my cock was beautiful; words that every man loves to hear. She kept stroking me with a very knowing pressure in just the right spots, so I was going insane with pleasure. Her touch was sending shivers down to my toes, and I was dying for her to put my cock in her mouth. Just looking down and seeing her intensely concentrating on giving me pleasure was helping to drive me crazy. Then Ann slowly brought her mouth to the head of my cock and wrapped her lips softly around the head and just held it there without moving so that I could enjoy the sight and feel of those first moments. Her still-wet hair hung down on my thighs as she slid her mouth ever so slowly and deliberately down so that she totally engulfed my erection. Again she just held it there without moving so I could feel the heat and wetness of her mouth on me. She slid her mouth up as slowly as she slid down and started sucking and twirling her tongue around the head. I told her how incredible that felt for me, and she hummed in acknowledgement. One of her hands was still massaging my balls, while the other grasped the base of my shaft and started pumping a deliberate rhythm. Her mouth began sucking harder on the head, and I could feel an orgasm mounting deep inside my pelvis. I know Ann could feel it building too because she started bobbing her mouth up and down on me in concert with the motions of her hands. I told her I was going to come, to give her fair warning I suppose. She just kept up the exact and wonderful rhythm of what she was doing as I grasped the chair with one hand and her head with the other. My climax hit and I shot my load into her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing and pumping my dick dry and then picked her head up to let the last few drops run down onto her hand as she looked me straight in the eye with a devilish smile. She licked the head of my cock clean and then kissed me full on the lips so I could taste the remnants of my orgasm on her moist lips. Then she stood up, took hold of my hand and led me into the room where we had been stretching moments earlier. We sat on the floor facing each other, and spread our legs to either side, and crossed over each other's knees. My cock was still sticking straight up, and she caresses it and ran her soft hands all over my chest and stomach. I held her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight and rubbing her hard nipples in my fingers. I told her again how beautiful she looked, and how great she made me feel. She told me how very comfortable she felt with me, and how uninhibited she felt she could be. Our crotches were only inches from each other, and we continued our manual and visual stimulations. I loved looking down and seeing her hands encircling my cock and seeing her eyes enjoying my hands on her body. I slid one hand slowly down and inserted one finger slowly inside her pussy. She gasped a little, and squeezed my cock firmly in her hand. She held her breast up for me, and I bent my head down to take the offering of her nipple into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it and sucked it between my lips. I just couldn't get enough of her sweet skin and I pulled her closer to me so her pussy was closer yet. I stroked her clitoris while still sucking hungrily on her breast. I removed her hand from my cock and told her to just sit there and enjoy. She placed her hands behind her and arched her back so her tits jutted proudly for me to taste. Her pelvis rocked softly with the motions of my finger, unhurried yet thoroughly into the feelings. Her eyes were closed and I saw a sweet smile on her lips. I asked her how this felt, and she just looked at me and said, "incredible." I could tell she was getting into this as she began pushing harder against my hand. I continued to suck on her tits, and rub her pleasure center. Then when I could feel her breathing getting faster like she might be ready to come, I stopped and just held her there for a moment without moving. I wanted to torture her with pleasure and bring her to new heights of ecstasy. Each time I felt her nearing orgasm, I would stop for a few moments so she would return a little, the continue my actions anew. I admit I admired her control because she took as much as I could dish out. Then I slowly drew her towards me and raised her hips up and directed my cock to the openings of her now drenched pussy. We both looked down between us, and she lowered herself onto my cock so I was buried to the hilt. We just sat there for a minute, enjoying the feelings. We kissed and started to rock back and forth. I held onto her hips and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and started to tilt her pelvis forward and back. The feeling of my cock deep inside her moving this way was unbelievable. Our movements became more hurried, and I could feel us both nearing orgasm. We looked into each other's eyes, and I saw pure passion in her glazed eyes. As I felt her orgasm hit, I let myself go and exploded what felt like huge amounts of come into her. She pulled my head close to her and we held onto each other as we climaxed together. We rocked back and forth for several minutes, coming down from our climaxes together. I turned to look at her in the mirror, and we smiled at each other. I think we'll continue our training sessions together. I have so much to learn. Running Partners It was a hot and humid summer. It had been in the nineties for almost a week and it looked like it was just getting hotter. Eve heard her the alarm on her running app beep and she knew she could walk for the next minute. She took a deep breath and continued her training session. Sweat was dripping down her back and her hair was matted. She had a goal in mind and although she was planning on running the half marathon in the fall, her current goal was getting back to her apartment so she could have a cool shower. The minute went by quickly and she went back up to pace. Her blonde hair swayed in her ponytail and her pink t-shirt stuck tightly to her curvy body. She used the bench outside the building to do her stretches. As she did this she noticed a larger man practically stumbling down the path. He was not only large but very tall and considering Eve was only five feet really anything could be perceived as tall. "Hey", she called out. "Oommmph," was all the man could get out. He threw himself onto the bench, almost crushing her foot. She pulled away and smiled. He frowned. "Did you have a good run today?" Eve inquired. The man smiled. Eve was getting a little nervous. She was always nervous talking to men and she had the confidence to do so because he was not staring at her breasts. Almost every single man who ever saw her would stare at them. He was different and this made her relaxed. "I walked. I can barely get to the end of the street and back, I'm Darren by the way." He held out his hand and Eve shook it politely. She continued her stretches as he continued to breath deeply. Finally she got the courage to say something. "I go running every morning at this time. Want to join me tomorrow?" Eve bit her lip nervously. She had no idea what had come over her but she had clearly just asked this man out on a date. Darren's eyes lit up. Then he scowled. He stood up and Eve realized he must be at least a foot and a half taller then she. He glared at her and then simply walked into the building. Eve watched and didn't say a word. Had she said something wrong? She was so distracted that she didn't realize she was going to be late for work. She rushed into the building and took the stairs up to her second floor apartment. Her morning routine was the same and thankfully she was only a few minutes late. The next morning Eve woke up and got into her running gear. She put on her black shorts with a yellow top. She laced up her shoes and then walked down the hall to the elevator. As she entered the foyer she smiled. There was Darren. "Hi Eve. I'm sorry about yesterday. I can't run but if you're willing to walk with me I'd like that." Eve smiled. He was so cute and she could tell he was truly apologizing. She would even assume he was embarrassed by his behaviour. "Sounds like a plan," Eve giggled and they went out the door and toward the sidewalk. Their apartment building was on a busy road but thankfully there was a sidewalk on both sides. Eve turned left and began the walk up the hill. She would always stop at the third intersection, cross the street and then make her way back down. Then if she were tired she'd stop when she reached her apartment building, or she'd continue down to the second intersection and walk back. For the first few minutes nothing was said and then Darren began talking. "So I freaked because you're not the type to want to hang around with someone like me. And I figured you saw me struggling yesterday trying to get to the end of the street and back." Eve slowed down her pace. She glanced at her phone and then decided she wasn't even going to track today's walk. "Actually I didn't notice. Don't make assumptions about me." Her face was scrunched up, holding back both tears and anger. "So how long have you lived in the building?" Eve looked straight ahead and walked a little faster. Inside her blood was boiling as she struggled with what he had said. Her fists clenched together and her perfectly manicures nails dug into the palms of her hands. Since when was she a 'type'? Since when did she have a guy tell her that she shouldn't be nice to people. What right did he have to say something like that? Eve heard Darren panting but he kept up with her pace. At the third intersection they crossed and made their way back down the hill. Eve glanced over a few times and each time Darren would turn his head. It was a good ten minutes before the silence was broken. "Five years. I work as an artist but also teach golf. I wasn't assuming anything. I was declaring to you how low my self-esteem is. You're sexy and gorgeous and I obviously can not behave normally in front of a woman I like." Eve had no idea how to respond so she didn't. They simply continued their walk until they made the loop back to the front doors. She stretched while he sat on the bench next to her. He was pretty cute even though he was larger. She giggled as she caught him staring at her thighs as she stretched. Without saying a word she held his chin to raise his face up to hers. He was not at all tense or scared. Time stopped. Everything stopped. His piercing blue eyes went straight through her and she realized that he was being sincere. She, on the other hand, was being a bitch. She had turned into a "type" and that made her angry. Right now as she held his face her mind was racing. Would he be brave enough to make the next move? Would she need to do something? "I have to go to work," Darren blurted out. As he stood up she pulled away. "Can we do this tomorrow?" Eve blurted out. Darren just smiled. *** And so the routine began. Every morning before work they'd do their short circuit of walking. Eve started tracking their speed and was impressed that slowly they built up to four miles an hour. They then started walking the loop twice. The conversation got easier. Eve told Darren all the things she had not told anyone, ever. Well almost everything. It was almost the end of summer and they had just done their walk. As they waited for the elevator Darren suddenly started breathing hard. Eve wondered if he was having a heart attack. Eve looked over, eyes wide. "Do you want to come over and have dinner with me?" Eve laughed. He wasn't having a medical emergency. He was nervous. She bit her lip. "Of course." *** Eve stood in front of Darren's apartment door. She had never been this nervous. She had spent an hour picking out her outfit. She had spent another hour doing her hair and make up which was ridiculous considering she had very little make up to put on. She had finally decided on a tight jean skirt with a pink low cut top. She had curled her hair around her face and put on a bit of eye shadow and lip-gloss. Her hands were sweaty as she knocked on the door. She waited a few moments, which felt like an eternity. When Darren finally opened the door Eve calmed down. "Wow. Hi," Darren stumbled over his words as he greeted Eve. He stepped aside so she could walk in. He closed the door and kept staring. "Wow." "What?" Eve asked. She bit her lip, her face blushing once again. "I guess I'm underdressed in jeans and a singlet." "I like it. Shows off your muscles," Eve replied. The tension was thick in the room as they stood on either side of the kitchen island. Eve could smell lasagne baking in the oven and she saw a salad bowl on the neatly set table. Looking into Darren's deep blue eyes she wanted only two things. "Why am I the type to not like you?" Eve finally asked. It was an answer she wanted to hear. Darren turned away. He did that a lot when he didn't want to answer a question. She waited as he served two plates and carried it to the table. Eve graciously sat down across from him and waited. "I'm overweight and ugly. No one as beautiful as you should pay attention to me. But you have. For the whole summer. I know it's just walking around the block but it means a lot to me. And now you're here. It's like a date." "It is a date Darren," Eve interrupted him and leaned over the table and kissed him. She really had no idea why she did that but she knew it would calm him down. She pulled back and sat down, beginning to eat as if nothing had happened. "Um. So anyways that's my issue. Guys like me aren't supposed to get girls like you." "Well you have me." *** Eve lay back on the king size bed. The cool sheets felt good against her hot skin. They had barely finished dinner before going to the couch to make out. She didn't remember a time when she had kissed someone that much. His body was burning hot and she loved the thin layer of sweat that was covering both of them. They had stumbled to the bedroom and she had stripped for him. Once naked she lay back and was waiting. Waiting for him. Darren struggled to undress. He hid his stress well but was willing to remove his shirt and jeans. "Boxers too," she whispered. He complied. She watched as he climbed on the bed and lay sideways facing me. He was breathing hard and Eve placed her hand on his chest. "That's not going to help sweetie." "Yes it is." She rolled on top of him and kissed him again. It was a hard kiss and when he wrapped his large arms around me, crushing her against his huge body, she cried out in complete lust. Eve sat up and flipped her blonde hair out of her face. His cock was throbbing under her and suddenly all the foreplay, the licking, the sucking. Everything she wanted wasn't important. He was important. "I don't normally do this," she said quietly. "I mean not on a first date. I just wanted to tell you that. Actually since my last boyfriend dumped me for my best friend I haven't dated at all. I'm scared. I'm scared that every other guy in the world will be a creep like him. I'm scared you'll lose a lot of weight and suddenly decide I'm not good enough. That's what my last boyfriend did to me. Part of me was so happy when you didn't ask me out. I even thought of each run as being a date. I know. I'm fucked up. When you did ask me out I was excited." Eve finished the sentence and took a deep breath. She had rambled on and he was still laying back looking at me. "Eve sweetie. This is date number thirty-seven. We went running thirty-seven times before I got up enough courage to ask you on a date. Yes I was attracted to you physically but the more we spoke, the more I realized I liked you for your personality. I know that's cliché but it's true." "I used to be overweight. I had surgery. I lose a lot of weight. I don't see myself how you see me." Eve closed my eyes, afraid of his reaction to her confession. "You are sweet, and sexy, and intelligent. I also want to do a lot of naughty things to you right now." Eve opened my mouth to speak but just whimpered as his large hand cupped her wet, and very smooth pussy. He pushed his third finger up, spreading her moist lips. He then slowly moved his hand back and forth. As he sped up he pushed another finger up until finally two fingers slid deep inside her love hole. All Eve could do was hold his arms and whimper. She couldn't focus on anything but the electricity building between them. She started grinding her hips but he held them firmly. He was large but strong. "Am I doing O.K?" he tentatively asked. The movement of her head told him that he was doing just fine. "I can't take it." Eve lost control and pushed away from him until she was kneeling between his legs. She was on the edge of orgasm but wanted to return the favour. She knelt over him and pushed his thick cock into my mouth. His cock was on the shorter side, about six inches but his girth made up for it. His pubic hair tickled her chin and she pushed down until his cock was engulfed in her wet, hot mouth. He gripped her hair tightly and began to fuck her mouth hard and fast. Eve gasped, taken aback by his aggressiveness but was so turned on that she let him continue. "Stop," he hissed. He yanked her off his cock and pulled me up. Saliva dripped from her mouth to his cock and suddenly he was inside her again. She sat up as her body adjusted to his size. He was breathing just as hard as before and sweat was dripping from his body. It was an erotic smell and Eve began to bounce on his cock. Leaning forward gave her the angle to rub my g-spot and she thrusted hard and fast until she reached the peak. "Did you just cum?" he asked innocently. Her body was shaking. He must have felt the quivering inside me. Eve just nodded. They flipped over and he continued to thrust in and out of her wet pussy. Nothing was said as the two new lovers enjoyed each other intimately. His rough hands rubbed up and down her tanned, firm, smooth legs and Eve realized in that moment that this felt right. "Fuck!' he shouted suddenly. He gripped her hips so tight it hurt and she felt the familiar gush of fluid into her already soaking pussy. He fell sideways and Eve turned to face him. His cock slid out of her wet hole and she pouted. "What's wrong baby?" "I like you inside me. Makes me feel close to you. Cheesy I know." He moved closer and pushed his cock back inside her. She rested her head on his chest and he kissed the top of my head. "Romantic. Just like I knew you were."