It was another hot summer day in June. The sun was shining brightly through a Carolina Blue sky. I was out jogging on my usual route through some neighborhoods, as I had done 3 times a week for what seemed like all of my 50+ years of living. My blue silk shorts and white tank top were clinging to me from the sweat pouring out of my body due to the 90-degree heat. As I continued my routine, I came to the back of one of the developments I was running through, and turned down one of the roads that ran alongside a farm that hadn't given in to the developers wishes. This was always the most enjoyable part of my run because I loved the smells and sounds of nature.
I noticed up ahead of me another runner. She was a good 1/4 mile ahead of me, but I could tell that she was built to run. Her long strides were moving her down the road at a good speed, obviously she took her running seriously. I decided to take it up a notch, and tried to catch up to her. She didn't seem to notice me as I got to within about 50 yards of her. From there I could tell she was in fantastic shape. She had shoulder length red hair, a small waist, and a nice firm ass bouncing in her red silk shorts. I could smell her faint perfume mixed with her musky but wonderful scent that trailed behind her on this hot summer day. She was also wearing a white tank top that was sticking to her back because of the heat, and looked almost transparent from the moisture. I wanted desperately to see her face and other "assets". As I got within about 20 feet of her, she glanced back over her shoulder, and gave me a beautiful smile. Her green eyes immediately caught my attention, and a quick glimpse of her smile, and her almost see-through tank top was all I needed. I had to meet her.
I quickly covered those last 20 feet of gap and said "hello". She said hello back and smiled again. As we continued jogging down the road, her pace thankfully slowed, as we started to talk. I asked her name and she said "Karen" with a sexy smile. I smiled back and said "Michael". I asked her if she ran this route often, and she said "no", that it was her first time down this road. She said she usually ran along the other side of the farm, but had seen me running this route a few days ago, and that she wanted to run "my" way. My interests in her immediately picked up (and so did the bulge in my shorts) as I continued to run alongside her, staring at first her green eyes, then her smile, and then her firm tits, visible through her wet tank top. I also noticed that her red silk shorts were becoming very wet in front, and that I could make out a faint outline of her mound. She also gave me good looking over as we continued down the road. We chatted for a few more moments about how much we both liked to run, and how beautiful it is along this farm road.
She then asked me why I liked to run. I told her that I loved the exercise, being out in nature and that it was a great stress reducer. She looked at me and said "I love to run because it makes me horny". "In fact" she said, "I'm horny now!" and she smiled again at me. Not fully believing what she said, I jokingly said, "What do you want to do about it?" She answered back, "If you catch me, you can have me!" And with that, she took off running at a full sprint.
Surprised (to say the least), I was caught off guard, and she quickly got a good 20 yd head start before I was at a full sprint, or at least the best sprinting I could do with a raging hard-on. She continued up the road, running at her peak stride, as my slightly longer legs started to close the gap. She made a cat-like turn and jumped the fence into the farmyard like she was part deer. I did my best to leap the fence, but she obviously was good at hurdles too, as she lengthened the gap. We were now running full speed through the middle of a cow pasture, as I once again started to make up some distance. She turned again, and headed for the one lonely tree, a giant oak, that stood in the middle of the pasture. I followed her closely, now within about 10 yards. As we neared the tree, she started to slow, (on purpose, I bet) and I tackled her from behind. We fell to the soft grass under the shade of the tree, tangled and sweaty, our hearts pounding and lungs burning. We rolled for a moment, then stopped, with me coming to rest on top of her small frame. I had her pinned in a second, and she just smiled and said "uncle".
With both her hands held above her head with one of my powerful arms, I leaned over her, and kissed her deeply. She playfully kissed me back, with her tongue quickly darting into my mouth. We were breathing pretty heavily (more like gasping and moaning) as I started to kiss and bite her neck and work my way towards her heaving chest. She tried to wrestle her hands free, but I wouldn't let go, until she knew who was in charge now. When she stopped her fake struggles, I let go of her hands, as I grabbed one of her 34B tits and started to kiss and lick it through her sweaty fabric. She was wearing a satiny jog bra underneath, and the feeling of my lips and tongue and teeth against the fabric was exquisite. My hands found their way under her tank top, and I quickly started to play with her firm and swelling tits. I undid her jog bra, and the feeling of her hot, sweaty skin under my fingertips was overpowering. I knew my hard-on must have been poking out of my shorts by now.
