My chest was heaving, and I was out of breath. My lungs were on fire. My hands were on my hips as I was slowly walking down the hill, trying to let my heart calm down a bit. I'd pushed it pretty hard.
I didn't think it was my most glamorous moment. But then, as events would later prove, maybe it was.
I had just run up the neighborhood hill, a tough one that had a twenty percent grade close it its apex. It wasn't the grade, though, it was the fact that it went on, seemingly forever. But a glorious view at the top usually made it worth it.
I liked to run early in the morning. It gave me renewed life, and a sense of vigor to start each day. The weather was usually cool, and usually there was nobody else around.
As heaved to catch my breath, a wave of endorphins started to pour in. It was the much-sought "runner's high," which was becoming harder to catch, but which I was able to find after getting in a good workout every once in a while.
She said hello as she approached. My heart, already strained, fluttered for a moment. It was Amy, my neighbor. The very pleasant-looking blonde who worked long hours as an RN, and whose Labrador occasionally ran along side me when I was out running the neighborhood. This morning, there was no dog. Just her, out on a run by herself. Approaching me in all her glory. She looked like she was about to head up the same hill I had just come down.
Amy was dressed in Lululemon, head to toe. A light colored running jacket, and light grey Align leggings that came down to her ankles. I never saw her in workout clothing before. She had a killer body, taut thighs and a slim waist. Admirable hips. I hadn't noticed until now.
And as I was checking her out, I got the feeling she was doing the same. I was wearing black running tights and a tight fitting t-shirt. I worked hard for it, and it paid off. Ordinarily I was more modest than that, but usually I was running early enough in the morning that nobody else was around. Usually.
"How was your run?" she asked.
"I'll let you know when I'm able to talk again," I joked, still a bit out of breath. But the sight of her was certainly not calming my breathing down any. "Looks like you're about to finish too," I said.
"I'm going to try to run up this hill. Want to join me?" she asked. "Round two?"
Oh my God, this girl was going to kill me. I know my dick had gotten me into trouble before, but I never thought it would lead me to a heart attack.
She sensed my hesitation. "Oh, come on, challenge yourself!" she smiled as she took off, up the hill.
I gathered every sense of grit that I could. And for some reason, I ran after her. What can I say? I like a challenge.
She knew I was chasing her, but she didn't look back. The soles of her white On Cloud running shoes were mocking me as she threatened to leave me behind. But now that I had committed to running after her, I couldn't just give up. For more of fear of looking like a quitter at that point, I committed to the chase.
And she rewarded me with the most glorious sight as we ran up that hill. A beautiful, close-to-perfect ass, in motion, working in perfect sync with those lean thighs. Her little Lululemon logo bouncing along, beckoning me to follow the bouncing ball atop her high-waisted leggings. Her form was good, her strides were powerful, as her legs were still fresh. Her blonde hair, pulled into a tight ponytail under her headband, was swaying back and forth. I caught a whiff of her scent. Like strawberries.
My lungs were about to come out of my chest at that point, but the laws of attraction were propelling me forward. Everything in me wanted to give up, but then... she slowed her gait a bit? Was she letting me catch up?
No, I could not afford to lose sight of that glorious ass. Taking it in my vision, exulting in it was both the incentive and the reward. And after about a minute, my longer strides began to pay off as her ass came more clearly into view. Her leggings were a lighter shade of gray, so I could tell she was wearing a thong underneath. For some reason, I mentally wondered what color it was. Whatever it was, it was pulling me forward, by sheer force of attraction.
She was getting near the top of the hill. I could tell she was losing steam, but she was determined as well. She casually looked over her shoulder and gave me a smile. Now my legs were about to quit on me, but that smile was worth another few steps. "Come on," she said. "Almost to the top!"
At this point almost all of my body parts were in a full blown revolt. My legs were shutting down, about to go on strike. My lungs were at their V02 max. and my heart was banging away. Ordinarily, I would have quit, but there was one part that was not quitting.
Perhaps it was a combination of the endorphins, the thrill of the sudden, unexpected pursuit of a beautiful female form. Chasing the bouncing Lululemon logo above a beautiful ass. It was my cock that was overruling every other part of my body that was begging to stop.
And the sight of that ass, getting closer as I was catching up to her, was feeding and rewarding my cock. Crazily enough, I started to feel myself get a bit firmer as I chased that ass up the hill. I felt like Gatsby, reaching out across the dock for her hips, just out of reach. I imagined the feel of the smooth material under my fingers.
Yes, blood was definitely banging out of my heart and going straight to my cock. A little at first, but as she slowed down, bringing that silvery ass and the bouncing logo into sharper focus, almost getting close enough to touch, my cock began to stiffen. As it got harder, I felt it rubbing up against my tights with each stride. It was self-fulfilling.
Near the top of the hill there were two pine trees. She sensed me getting closer, and said, "Race you to the pines!" and increased her pace. Her thighs were working harder. I could see her calves, clearly defined under those leggings. So elegant.
This most beautiful sight was still out of my reach, threatening to elude me. Now my legs had quit and it was just a bizarre combination of pride and lust that was keeping me moving.
I didn't wind up catching her, and she easily got to the pine trees first. Then she slowed to a walk. Hands on those beautiful hips. Now it was her turn to be out of breath.
By the time I caught up to her, I was at a half erection. Blood was pounding through my lower body and seemed to pour heat into my loins. I briefly looked down and to my initial embarrassment, I was sporting a bulge, clearly visible through my running tights. My cock was angling out to the right, obscenely.
But then I thought, fair is fair. She had been teasing me for the past half mile that it took to run up the hill. She must have known how good she looked from behind. I imagined her looking at herself in the mirror just before she left the house that day, twisting herself backward in a final check of her glutes, the way girls tend to do. And I'm sure she liked what she saw.
So when she turned around at the pine trees, and saw me sporting a bulge, no, I was no longer embarrassed, and was hoping to give her a show of my own.
I wasn't disappointed. As we were both heaving, out of breath, I saw her glance at my crotch. And her eyes lingered for a little longer than they should have before she cracked a smile. And then she offered me something else.
I have always thrilled at the sight of a woman's mound under leggings. And this sight was the reward that I had earned by chasing her up the hill. She smiled, as I saw that her leggings had ridden up, and were clearly defining her womanhood. A very slight dimple cleaved her there. My eyes lingered as well, and I smiled back.
We were both out of breath. "I can't believe... you caught me," she said. Her chest was heaving, as the blood continued to pump straight to my cock.
"What can I say?" I said in between desperate breaths. "I can't resist a good chase."
We walked over to a wooden picnic bench underneath the two pines and began stretching. She put her two palms on the surface of the table and leaned forward, rounding her back, stretching out her two beautiful calves, one at a time. I imagined what those calves might look like when she was wearing heels.
I lifted one leg and put it on the table opposite her. Now I was shamelessly displaying it. My cock was throbbing, and was running down my right leg. She glanced at it, and rewarded me with a smile.
We stretched in silence for a few minutes, and then she got on the table--ostensibly to stretch her hips. She was clearly giving me a beautiful, unobstructed view of her mound. I reciprocated, stretching out my quads, which also pulled the material even closer to my body. The full outline of my cock was clearly visible now.
"What are you doing now?" I asked, trying to pretend that my engorged dick wasn't about to join in the conversation.
She sat up on the bench and pulled off her headband. Her forehead was sweating but she managed to look beautiful and glowing. "I don't know," she said. "Let's walk back down the hill."
So we stopped our stretching and began the slow descent. For me, the second time.
I let her walk in front of me by a half pace, and I got the feeling that's exactly what she wanted. To reward me some more, with a point-blank look at her ass. My cock was starting to calm down a bit, and I wasn't at full steam, but it was definitely prominent. She glanced back occasionally as we talked and walked down the hill. Her eyes twinkled at my bulge. She pulled off her jacket to reveal a tight-fitting racerback top underneath. I noticed for the first time that she had beautiful breasts, that had been firmly nestled under her jacket, and a visible line of sweat was now running down her back.
We got to her house, and I was planning to joke about running up the hill a third time. Then, to be honest, I was planning to go home and jerk off furiously to the mental picture of Amy's lithe form-- her ass, her hips, her thighs. Her calves. All of it. I needed to remember what it looked like, and then I needed to cum badly to the memory of it.
"Want to come in for a bottle of water?" she asked. And of course, I accepted.
I'd never been inside her house before, and it was odd to see it from the inside now. Her dog dutifully greeted us at the door, and sniffed us both as we dripped sweat. Even though my erection had subsided by now, I still had a good bulge going. And there was something about being in her personal space was now stoking that flame.
She offered me a towel to cool off with, and a bottle of water. "To the thrill of the chase," I offered as a mock toast, and we "clinked" water bottles. She sat down on the sofa in her living room, kicked off her running shoes. "To the thrill of being chased," she replied with a soft smile. She still sweating lightly, but she was glowing. I could tell the endorphins were kicking in. For both of us.
"Sorry, I don't want to sweat all over your nice furniture," I said. Which was just my excuse to keep standing. The bulge in my running tights was now at her eye level.
