Jogging

JOGGING

This happened a few years ago. I liked to keep in shape back then. I wanted to keep my figure and had worked to regain my muscle tone and flat stomach after I had a baby. I would jog a couple of miles per day, often I would drive about fifteen minutes to a state park and run for a couple of hours. My husband was at work and the kid was at day-care, so I would have the days to myself.

I would usually run a trail for a few miles and then do some stretching exercises and then run back. The trails were not crowded during the week. Usually, it was me and one or two other people running the trail. There was one good-looking guy who ran most days. We didn't know each other and would nod as we passed each other. He seemed to have a similar routine to mine.

One nice fall Wednesday, I was doing my run and noticed that the good-looking guy was running the same trail about fifty yards behind me. I wondered if he was focused on his running of if he was looking at my ass as we ran. I was wearing my usual outfit of a sweatsuit, with a crop top and running shorts underneath.

I got to the top of the trail and stopped to begin my stretching exercises. The guy stopped a few yards away as he had often done. I was hot, so I took off my sweat shirt, revealing my crop top. I didn't think anything of it when he removed his sweatshirt too. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms. When I took off my sweatpants, I noticed that he matched me by removing his. He was in running shorts too. I smiled and laughed at him and he responded in kind.

Next, I noticed that he was matching the exercises that I did. It was sort of flirty and fun and I was in a good mood. When he took off his shoes and socks, I decided to do the same.

I thought that would be the end of it, but he took off his t-shirt to display his muscular and well-tanned chest. He looked like a lifeguard, very impressive body. I decided to play along and I took off my crop top but still had on my sports bra. He smiled and nodded to me, that it was my turn to lead. It was a silly game but I kept going. I took off my running shorts and stood there in my sports-bra and my thong underwear. The guy could see my ass and my nipples were poking through the material of my bra.

It was his turn and he kept the match going by dropping his running shorts. All he had on was a jock strap. I had my bra and thong. He moved a bit closer and I smiled which he took to mean it was okay.

I nodded and laughed that it was his turn, expecting him to quit rather than strip completely. He surprised me by taking off his jock strap and nodding back at me. Oh shit, I thought. I should quit, but that wouldn't be fair and I'm competitive by nature so I took off my thong. I have a nice furry pussy and some pretty cunt lips which he could clearly see as he walked a bit closer. I laughed at him and he laughed back.

He said, "This isn't fair, you are still dressed." I gave him a sassy smile and pulled my sports-bra over my head. I stood before him nude. He clearly was enjoying what he was seeing as evidenced by his hardening cock. It was a nice specimen and he looked particularly sexy with his toned, muscled body and his nice smooth prick.

Without saying a word, he moved toward me and put his arms around me and kissed me. I kissed back. I was in the moment and wasn't thinking of my husband or anything else as we embraced. We lowered ourselves to the ground and I reclined with his chest pressed into mine. We didn't say anything, but looked into each other's eyes with pure passion. He mounted me and slid his cock between my legs. My pussy was wet, so he slid right into my vagina. He gently, but firmly pumped his cock in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him to hold him in me. We kissed and attacked each other eagerly as we fucked. His cock felt so good inside me. It was a bit bigger that I was used to. It was really affecting me and I had and orgasm. My body tensed as I came. I was squeezing his cock as it was moving inside me and I pulled the cum from him. He shot a load inside me. I could feel the warm fluid gushing into me.

He kissed me and then he stood up. He said, "I'm Dennis." I said, "I'm Penny." Without another word, we both got dressed and he took off on his return run. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and then I started to run too.

I'm not sure what happened to Dennis. I never saw him again. It must've been his last day there and he did what he had fantasized about while he was watching my ass as I ran ahead of him. I always have a good memory when I stop for my stretching exercises during my run. It jogs my memory.