This is the story about how i met Jenni.
The city park has a long meandering running trail, about three miles in length, it circles the soccer fields and the baseball diamonds, through a patch of woods, and around the parking lots. It has two medium size hills. It should be a good place for a guy like me to do my training, but it gets crowded with people walking, and people out for their first Biggest Loser inspired run, and parts of the trail are a little narrow to get by someone slower than myself. So i don't use it that often.
But it is sometimes a good place to look at some grade-A ass.
It was early on a Wednesday, just thirty minutes after sunrise. i had almost completed one lap when i spotted a girl i had never seen before, running one hundred feet ahead of me. The parking lot was right there, so she must have just been starting out. i slowed my pace so i wouldn't blow by her. Once she hit her stride i matched it and steadied in twenty feet behind so i could get a good look.
Tall, tan, tight. Long legs in purple shorts. Long red tank top. Short dark hair.
i settled in and just enjoyed the view of those legs and that ass. She had a beautiful long stride. The ass had no jiggle to it -- all muscle.
i started thinking about all the races we were going to run together, all the places we were going to go. i imagined us in California, running the Los Angeles marathon before hitting a Hollywood nightclub to dance away the night. i imagined us running the Tampa marathon, and hiring two hookers to cheer us as we crossed the finish line, before going back to the hotel for a private party.
i don't think in the whole history of the universe that a couple was ever more perfectly matched than me and the girl in the purple shorts.
Running like that, at a comfortably fast pace, with something amazing to occupy my mind, is a rare treat. i stopped keeping track of time and distance and just enjoyed the present time, and the infinitely enjoyable future that would be ours forever.
We entered a quarter mile stretch where the trail narrows as it passes through some woods. i could see the girl in the purple shorts start to slow down. my mind was racing. Should i stop? Should i run on by? Did she want me to run in front for awhile so she could admire my ass? Was she going to propose?
She stopped running and turned around, raising her left hand to get my attention. i slowed down and prepared to declare my undying love for her. i came to a stop just four feet away and walked toward her. She slugged me with her right fist against my left temple and i crumpled to my knees.
She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the woods. She kept my head about waist high so i had some use of my legs in a sort of hunched over duck walk, but it was hard to keep my balance as we passed over fallen logs and through the undergrowth.
Finally we came to a large tree and she rammed my head into it. She let go of me then, i rolled over, flat on my back, looking up at her. i knew she loved me because she had hit the tree with the crown of my head instead of my face. i tried to find a facial expression that showed how happy i was to be with her, how from this moment on we would share everything together, and that i didn't care whether we had a large wedding or just ran away to Las Vegas.
"Stop smiling, you prick, you cocksucker!"
Her voice was like lyrical sunshine, with a Carolina accent. i thought about the long car rides we would take, singing along to the radio.
"You think you can just stalk me like that? You think i like being stared at by a creep like you? Being harassed in public? And then you just lie there grinning?"
She was trembling with excitement. True love can produce tingling sensations in the skin, that's a scientific fact.
"You picked the wrong woman today! I am going to FUCK YOU UP." She lashed out with her right foot. It connected directly with my balls. My eyelids fluttered with delight.
"Asshole!" Another kick to my scrotum. "Fucking asshole!" Another kick. It's odd how when i get kicked in the nuts, i feel it in my head. Sparkly lights of pleasure danced in my brain, as my vision clouded over.
i didn't make any move to block her kicks because i believe in open and honest communication between partners.
After i went completely limp she kicked me a few more times, then stopped to rest, slightly bent over, her hands on her knees, staring at me. She had long slender fingers, short fingernails in a pretty purple color. She was breathing hard, from the run, from dragging me, from kicking me. i matched my respiration rate to hers in order to console her, to bind us together as one entity.
