Walking down the aisle in a drug store on a Saturday morning, he thought he saw an illusion, the girl he always saw jogging while he drove home from work. She breezed past the aisle he was in and kept going.
She was tall, slender and usually wore spandex leggings that made her legs and ass look fantastic as she jogged. That sweet, naive face was framed with long brown hair that was usually held back by a scrunchy that matched the color of her leggings.
His favorite days seeing her jog were the ones where she wore the red leggings, which made her lower body look fantastic. He had never got a real good glimpse of her torso area as, even in the heat of summer, she usually wore a windbreaker.
Curious, he maneuvered his cart of bathroom supplies toward where she had been headed. Two aisles over, he spotted her looking at shampoo.
"Is any of this stuff any good," he asked, absent-mindedly picking up a bottle of what turned out to be a woman's shampoo. With a shaved head, on retrospect, he had to admit he looked pretty suspicious.
She just laughed and said, "I wish I knew."
"My name is Dave," he said.
She answered, "I'm Carrie."
After about five minutes of chatting where he found out she was just turned 21 and attending a local college, she said, "is there a number I can reach you at?"
He said, "Yeah, I have a house just off the beach a couple blocks away."
Excited, she said, "Oh really? I jog by all those beach houses all the time. I would love to see the inside of one."
Dave offered the invitation for any time.
Carrie said, "How about now?"
By now, his heart was racing. He hadn't been with a woman in ages, with work sapping most of his energy.
Carrie wasn't decked out in her usual running attire on this morning, instead wearing a pair of baggy sweats, a sweatshirt with arms and neck hole cut out, a tank top and what he could make out to be a lime green sports bra.
When they got to his house a few minutes later after a car ride that turned very flirtatious, he asked if she wanted something to drink. She said wine would be fine and he went off to get it.
She made herself comfortable on the back deck, looking over the lake about 250 yards below. He set the wine next to her on the railing and said, "Quite a view, eh?"
She turned her head and looked down at his crotch, which revealed an erection that had to be meant for her, and said, "The view is getting better."
He blushed, but set down his wine and grabbed her in his arms. After a moment's hesitation, he reached in and kissed her lips with her gasping upon the first contact. After locking lips and running his fingers through her soft hair, which was free of its usual pony tail, he spun her around and hugged her from behind.
She grinded her backside into his crotch and he let one hand slip into the front band of her sweat pants.
As he reached down across her hairy mound, he found she was going commando. His cock straining against his pants and her ass rubbing against him, his middle finger finally found her clit. She moaned upon that first touch and threw her head back.
Within minutes, she was orgasming on his back deck, coating his hand in her juices.
