Author's note: This story is a work of fiction with fictitious names, characters, places, and events. Any resemblance to actual persons or actual events, is purely coincidental.
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Tony was running in his parents' neighborhood. He was a 20-year-old college student. It was a warm April morning. He had on his favorite gold gym shorts, a tank top, and his running shoes. He decided to wear a jock, so his over-sized balls were snugly secure as he ran.
Tony was about a mile away from home, on a quiet street. It was a Monday, so not too many people out and about. As he turned a corner, he saw a woman stretching on her porch. He admired her long legs, and nice ass. She suddenly sprinted in front of him.
Tony loved the way her red running shorts molded to her round ass. The woman had long dark hair, in a ponytail. She was 5 foot 7, slender, had very toned legs, but he could not see her face.
Tony did not want to seem like a pervert staring at her ass, so he ran to the other side of the street. The woman then moved to his side of the street and kept a pace so her rear end was in his sight.
Tony turned down another road. A few minutes later, the woman cut back in front of him from a side street. This went on for the next half hour. He was running in a maze of streets, and the woman always seemed to find her way in front of him. Her cheeks bounced delightfully as Tony daydreamed about caressing her round firm ass.
Tony found himself back on her street. The woman slowed down in her driveway, stopped at her porch, and began to stretch. Tony jogged past the house, and then she smiled at him and waved.
The woman shouted in a British accent, "Hiya! Good morning run."
Tony replied, "Yes, it was."
The woman looked to be in her early 30's. She had large brown eyes, a long straight nose, and high cheek bones. She did not wear any makeup, yet she was attractive and sexy.
"You look like a strong young man. Would you mind helping me with something? I'll pour you an ice-cold lemonade," said the woman.
Tony thought to himself, sure, help the lady. She is a neighbor, and he was thirsty. Tony jogged to her doorstep, while she was still stretching. She bent down and touched her ankles, giving Tony a close-up view.
"Sure, I can help you. My name is Tony."
She stood up and shook his hand.
"Hi Tony, I'm Lily. Please come inside, and I'll get that lemonade."
Tony was 6 foot 2 and weighed 180 pounds. He was very fit, slender and wiry. Tony had a masculine look with short blond hair, blue eyes, a pug nose, and a chiseled square chin.
Lily led him to the kitchen and pointed to a stool at the counter. She said, "Have a seat, sweety."
Tony sat down, and his gold shorts pulled up to the middle of his thighs. Lily caught a glimpse of his crotch and gave him a quick smile.
"So, how can I help you, Lily?"
"Oh, we will get to that," said Lily as she poured two tall glasses of lemonade and handed one to him.
