It was a beautiful Sunday in New Orleans. The sun was peeking over the horizon as Bryan found his start wave for the marathon he was about to run. He was trying not to focus on the butterflies in his stomach as he prepared to run his first marathon. His blue running shirt and black shorts felt great on him as he prepared for the greatest challenge he's faced to date. It was a large race, with over 2,500 running the marathon and more than 12,000 running other distances. "Bryan! Hey, Bryan," he heard a woman shout.
Bryan paid no attention, figuring it was addressed to someone else named Bryan. Then a hand fell on his shoulder and he turned around to see it was Samantha that was calling him. The two met the previous evening at a bar in the French Quarter and spent three hours drinking and chatting. Her shoulder length auburn hair was rolled into a tight bun. She had a pair of running shorts on that clasped to her skin, outlining the curves of her hips and butt. Her black t-shirt was a little too big for her. At 5'7" she was only a few inches shorter than him.
The start gun went off, signaling that the first wave is off. Since the two of them were in the 13th wave they still had plenty of time. Samantha lightly touched his arm as she smiled at him and asked, "Ready for your first marathon?"
"Little nervous," he responded.
"You'll do fine," she said to him as they began to move up to the start. "Why don't you stick with me," she asked.
"Sure," Bryan said as he looked into her blue eyes. There's just something about this woman. The two of them connected almost instantly at the bar last night. It's not that she's athletic and beautiful, which she is. Her entire body had a slightly muscular tone. You could tell she works out regularly but isn't a fitness fanatic. Bryan guessed that her breasts were C-cup. It was the fact that conversations with her felt so natural. The two of them just clicked immediately.
Suddenly their wave was up and with the sound of the announcer yelling, "GO," they were off. Samantha was obviously an experienced marathoner. She and her friend began at a brisk pace but easy enough that none of them were out of breath. About a half mile in, Bryan could feel himself warming up. None of the three were saying anything as they settled into a rhythm. All three of them were beginning to sweat as they approach the first mile marker. Samantha suddenly took off her shirt as they past the one-mile sign and threw it aside.
She was now running in her shorts and a sports bra. Bryan couldn't help but admire her tan body with her breasts slightly bouncing with each of her strides. Samantha noticed him looking and pretended to misunderstand. "Oh, most marathoners shed layers as they warm up. The race gathers them up and donates them to charity," she gave him a knowing smile, "You WERE wondering why I threw a perfectly good shirt away, weren't you?"
Bryan decided that there was no good answer and said nothing as he pretended to concentrate on his breathing. It was nice to see all those training runs are paying off. He was hardly out of breath as they ran the next few miles. Bryan kept checking this hot chick out whenever he could as they ran. Samantha pretended not to notice. She thought Bryan was hot since they met in the bar last night and she was glad he felt the same way about her. Of course, she was checking out his moderately muscular frame as well.
About two hours in they were passing mile 12. At this point Samantha slowed for her first walk break. Bryan, of course, slowed with her. "So are you from New Orleans?"
"No," she responded as she lifted up her arms to stretch, "Colorado."
Bryan tried to hide his excitement as he said, "Hey, me too! Where in Colorado?"
Her arms were still in the air and he was trying not to openly stare at her chest as she said, "Fort Collins."
"South Denver," he said.
Samantha was done stretching but kept her arms in the air to tease him. She really liked that he couldn't stop admiring her body. "Nice," she said excitedly, "We'll need to meet up when we get back. Where are you staying?"
He told her which hotel.
"Me, too," she said excitedly.
With that, she began jogging again with Bryan in tow. The next 8 miles were spent with very little talking. They were both starting to feel the fatigue set in. Bryan was wondering when he would hit the dreaded "wall." Samantha and he had definitely let their pace slack off a bit. By mile 20 they were both giving each other encouragement. Bryan felt like he was completely out of energy. Samantha could have gone on without him but didn't. Instead she urged him on, "C'mon. We only have to run a 10K now and we're done."
Bryan could see the sweat glistening on her body in the sun. Her dark tan looked even sexier now. They're passing 22 miles now and she looked like she was out for an easy jog and not a grueling 26.2 miles. He noticed that she would glance at him every so often. "Make you a bet," she said.
Bryan didn't really have the strength to respond now so he just looked at her. She continued, "If you cross the finish before me you can take me back to your room and have your way with me."
Bryan almost stopped flat in his tracks yet somehow managed to keep going. He mumbled, "An...And if you cross the finish first?"
"I take you back to my room and have my way with you! Deal?"
Bryan figured she was putting him on to make him go faster but he shook her hand anyway. With that she put on a small burst of speed and Bryan spent the next 4.2 miles basically admiring her really athletic looking ass. She made sure not to go so fast that he's left behind but at the same time they both knew who's room they were going back to after the race.
They crossed the finish line with Bryan only a few seconds after Samantha. Bryan felt absolutely drained and figured she felt the same way. They were walking through the finish area. Samantha's smile was beaming. She wrapped her arm around his waist and kissed him on the cheek. "Great job marathoner! But I guess we go back to my room," she said with a mischievous grin.