Highland Games (Part 5)
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Sunday, 4 October
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Edward felt his thigh muscles burning, his heart thumping and his hot breath rasping in his throat as together, he and Jo neared the peak.
"Keep going, I'm nearly there!" he heard Jo panting as they encouraged each other to go higher and higher, so near their goal now.
"I'm not sure I can!" he gasped, as he felt a drop of sweat roll off his forehead and sting his eyes.
"Just a little more, keep going!" the blonde pleaded urgently.
With a final flurry of lung bursting effort, they were there, emerging from the darkness into the blinding light.
Edward staggered out of leafy shade of the dense cover, a cooling breeze caressing his skin as they cleared the tree line and emerged into the bright daylight of the hilltop
"Oh God!" Edward panted, staggering to a nearby picnic table and sitting down heavily, his head between his knees, his chest heaving, his lungs on fire.
"Good effort, champ," Jo said, resting a hand on his shoulder. Annoyingly, she sounded like she was barely out of breath.
"God, I think I'm having a heart attack," Edward said breathlessly, clutching his chest.
"Come on, you're just a bit out of shape. Although if you want some mouth-to-mouth..." Jo laughed as she lightly kissed the moist salty skin of his forehead.
It had only been about half-an-hour since they set off from the car park at the base of the hill, but he was already exhausted. It had been quite a steep run up through the woodland track, and at times the only thing that had kept him going had been Jo's encouraging shouts and the sight of her lithe body a few yards in front of him, her blonde ponytail swinging back and forth, her tight grey shorts stretched over the firm globes of her buttocks as she jogged along with effortless ease, her long legs eating up the ground.
At least it had been cool and shady on the way up. Up at the top, there was a large grassy area, where the sun warmed a number of wooden picnic tables, and reflected off the roof of a white ice-cream van. There were a few people scattered around taking pictures and on the table next to them, a family sat down and started unpacking a picnic.
Jo stood in front of him, a hand shading her pale blue eyes as she took in the view. From up here you could all the way to the English channel, a narrow strip of silvery grey just beyond the south downs. Over to her left, she could hear the faint roar as, below them, miniature planes took off from a distant airport. To her left there were miles and miles of open countryside, patches of green and yellow divided by thin ribbons of grey roads and fuzzy hedgerows
He slowly regained his breath, whilst running his eyes up over her body. She was wearing a tiny pair of light grey shorts and a cobalt blue sports bra, both of them skin-tight and made of Lycra so that they clung to her slick skin, revealing all of the subtle planes and lean curves of her hot young body.
She was only a few inches from him and he fought the urge to reach out and grasp her slim hips, drawing her to him as he leant forward and kissed the smooth, salty skin of her stomach. He knew she was just wearing a tiny g-string under those shorts and he imagined slowly easing her shorts and panties down and kissing her bare thighs as he hands squeezed her firm buttocks, holding her in place. Licking and caressing her sex until her little cries of protest turned into moans of surrender.
He finally straightened up, his eyes lingering over her pert boobs as she stared into the distance, a hand shading her sky blue eyes.
"Err, enjoying the view?" he said.
"Not as much as you," she grinned, noting the way his eyes mentally undressed her.
"Yeah well, for once, I think I may be hotter than you, " he said, hoping he didn't look any more flushed as he wiped the sweat out of his eyes with a corner of his white t-shirt.
"Well in that case, I think it's time for that ice-cream," she replied.
"Ice-cream?"
"Yeah, you remember, 'last one to the top buys the ice-creams'. That's what you said back at the car park. Loser!"