When Kyle pulled in to his usual spot at Brooklawn Park he was glad to see the lot was nearly empty, which meant the jogging path would be deserted. It wasn't a surprise. Sweat was already pouring off his face and neck and he hadn't even stretched yet. Only a fanatic like him would brave humidity like this, which was fine with him. The less people the better.
The heat wasn't too bad, it was only the mugginess making it so uncomfortable. But it wouldn't make a difference once he got going. In fact he liked it. On days like this he would purge every last bit of stress from his body and he never slept as well as after a good sweaty 10 mile run.
His loose-fitting Dri-Fit gym shorts and tank top allowed for maximum ventilation and would keep him as cool as he could possibly be under the circumstances. The only thing that wasn't loose was his jock strap keeping his cock and balls tightly contained, though the stretchy mesh allowed him to breathe. He hated seeing dudes flapping in the breeze on the jogging trail. And with his size, it would practically be a public menace.
Halfway through his warm up his dark curls were already plastered to his skull and rivulets were just pouring down his neck. It was a sauna outside. But he had the afternoon off from work, for once. He wasn't going to let a little heat stop him.
He loved this park. Half the well-trodden path ran through open hills, the other half through forest. He didn't know what they were—oaks or elms or some other kind of huge, leafy trees which provided a canopy of green against the sky. That part of the trail was cool and dark and empty even on a crowded day.
He was just about to get started when he saw a flash of bright color and movement in his peripheral vision, and he turned to his left to see a woman bending straight over, giving him a full view of a pink spandex-clad ass--a sweet, perfect spandex-clad ass that made him freeze in his tracks.
He hadn't had any intention of checking women out on the trail; he was only here to run. But that ass looked at him like a pair of eyes winking right at him. Two tight cheeks curving up on either side of a deep cleft, with just the right amount of jiggle in the center. A sweet, heavenly ass on a toned body. He couldn't help running his eyes up and down. She was gorgeous, and he'd never seen her here before. She got extra points from him for coming out in this heat. It made him curious.
But she took off suddenly, in the opposite direction from how he usually liked to go. He didn't get to see her face, just a high blond ponytail. Aw, too bad. He couldn't stay behind and watch that sweet ass in front of him. But at least he'd see her face on the way around.
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Lindsay had seen the guy in the tank top when she'd pulled in, but she hadn't thought too much of it. She was only here to run.
She was new to the area and had only recently discovered this fabulous trail. She liked how it wound through the trees.
She'd planned on running in just her shorts and a matching sports bra, but only because she thought no one would be around. She got too many stares when she didn't cover up. Her breasts weren't huge, but they had a tendency to jiggle noticeably no matter what kind of bra she wore. So she threw on a black tank with teeny straps when she saw the guy start stretching.
She looked at him briefly. He was in fabulous shape, and, she could not help noticing, had a rather big bulge at his crotch. She felt her nipples harden and a pleasant ache throb in her pussy looking at him. Cute. Very, very cute. She had to look again, and surreptitiously check him out at leisure while he wasn't watching. God . . . fantastic thighs. She loved big bulging thighs. Big hands, powerful biceps.
She shook her head and finished her own stretches, laughing at herself. She could always tell when she hadn't had sex in a long time because she found herself fixating on little details like this.
She hadn't been with a guy in months, not with all the stress of her move and not knowing anyone in town yet. But maybe it was time to think about it. Like later tonight, after a shower, in bed.
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Kyle took off in the opposite way around the track and at the first opportunity got a look at the face of the blond-with-the-hot-ass.
Oh fuck. She was a sweetheart. So pretty. She had that cheerleader look, blue eyes and shiny white teeth, but she was smart, too, he could tell. And focused and disciplined on her run. He thought he saw her eyes flicker in his direction, but then he decided it was just wishful thinking.
The heat and humidity kicked up a notch, and by the next intersection around the circle, Kyle's entire body was drenched in sweat, from his neck down to the back of his calves.
She was, too, though her sweat, he couldn't help thinking, was adorable. Her straight hair was pulled up and off her face and the few tendrils left curled sexily at the base of her neck. She was covered in a very light sheen, like a spray of suntan oil. It made her taut muscles glisten.
He couldn't help thinking she'd be so . . . slippery. How easy it would be to wrap those slick legs around his hips. How their bodies would slip and slide against each other's.
This time, he made definite eye contact. It was ridiculous not to. They were the only two people around. He caught her eye, and made a gesture that said, "Good job keeping up in this heat." She made a little shrug with her shoulders, one die-hard runner acknowledging the other. "Yeah, it's a bitch, but we wouldn't be here if we didn't love it."
This kind of run demanded so much, physically, at first. It was a struggle. But once the high kicked in, it was all worth it.
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The next time they passed each other, Lindsay flashed him a bright smile, and he flashed one back.
The hard part was over, and now they were both feeling damned good. Every muscle, every cell, every deep breath, brain and heart and body, in perfect unison, forming a brand new whole. When their eyes locked they both knew exactly what the other was feeling at the moment.
Lindsay felt like she could go for hours, like she was flying. The only thing that came close to this feeling was sex. Good, hot, passionate, athletic sex. The best sex she ever had was right after a long run, before she'd gotten in the shower, while she was still on her natural high. Her ex would be waiting for her and she would just jump him and they would fuck like rabbits, extending her work-out for another hour.
The memory of it kept popping into her head, only this time she was picturing cute guy. He certainly was, with intelligent dark eyes in a handsome face. And yes, he did have a huge bulge, she could see it. Her gaze flickered that way at each encounter and before you knew it that was all she could think about in her turns around the path.
Her feet pounded out a rhythm of sex. She imagined him fucking her from behind, his strong, powerful hips slamming into her, her lithe muscles so pliant and supple in his hands.
She didn't even bother to hide it the next time they passed each other. She looked right at his crotch and up into his eyes, and she knew he saw her because he broke into a huge grin.
As soon as he was behind her, she reached down and tugged at her black tank top, pulled it off and tossed it into the grass.
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Kyle's feet on the dirt path pounded to the same sexual beat.
He pictured her ass stuck up high in front of him as he nudged her thighs open and got between them. He was thrusting up into her wet pussy as he ran and ran, just pounding her, fucking in and out. God he loved to fuck after a run! He could last so long, and enjoy it for so long. He'd make his ex come so many times before he did, he loved it so much. He wore her out changing positions, twisting her around, his cock so hard and pulsing from all the exercise.
When he saw the blond next and her gorgeous tits were jiggling right in his face, he made up his mind to do something.
He turned right around and sprinted to catch up with her.
Lindsay felt a rush of nervous excitement when she heard him behind her, but at the same time broke into a secret smile. She knew he'd come. And she wanted him to.
He lingered for just a few seconds behind her, and she laughed to herself. Cheeky bastard. He was letting her know he was checking out her ass.
"You mind if I join you?" he said, when he got next to her.
Lindsay glanced down at her breasts, at her rock hard nipples pushing out through her thin bra. He saw the look, she knew he did.
"Not at all."
"Oh good, because otherwise I was thinking I'd have to tackle you to the ground."
"You think you could?" she said, doubtfully.
"Oh, no question."
"Pretty sure of yourself."
"Yeah, I am. And I'm sure you're a pretty good runner."
She smiled. She hadn't expected that.
"Well so are you."
They fell into a nice rhythm, their breath coming hard and fast, legs pumping, muscles clenching.
"You know, most people can't take this kind of heat," said Kyle, "But I love it. I can go for
