This is my first submission in a very long time. Just a quickie, and my first attempt in this series. Hope it doesn't disappoint. As always with my stories, constructive criticism is welcome and hoped for.
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It was now Wednesday, day three of what Harry was starting to think was a very good week indeed. The weather had improved to the point that lunchtimes were now a walk in the park and a sandwich at his favourite bench, but the upturn in the weather wasn't the only thing to brighten this week...
He sat down at his favourite bench, just off the main path, enclosed on three sides by mid-height bushes, and waited. He wasn't disappointed. Today, like the two days previously, she had come too. A slim blonde, shorter than his 5ft 10 frame, had started to use the park for her rest stop during her lunchtime run each day.
Each day, Harry would sit, he thought out of view, and watch as the toned young woman would stretch herself out then sit under the tree to catch her breath a little. Harry assumed her to be in her early 20's. At only 30 himself he felt no shame in watching the lithe form each day. He obviously didn't tell his partner about this part of his day, but what was the harm in just looking?
Each day the girl would bend over and touch her toes, shoving her perfect bottom out, the small shorts she wore straining to cover her curves. Then she would straighten up and stretch her arms above her head, her small lycra top almost popping up over her pert, round breasts.
Each day Harry swore that the stretching took a little bit longer and the outfits that little bit smaller... Harry's cock began to stir, as it always did and became almost painfully erect. Pressing against his suit trousers. He had wanted to just pull his cock free and stroke it right there, watching the girl, but never had the guts. Today, however, was slightly different.
Andrea stopped at her 'resting tree' and looked over. Almost out of sight, the gentleman who had been there the last two days was there again. He looked good, taller than her, in a suit, slim. That's all she could make out really. But more than that, she knew that from where he sat he could see her. Watch her. Monday she had thought to shout at him, call him a perv, but instead she kinda like the idea that this stranger found her attractive enough to watch.
Tuesday came around and as she got dressed for her run she found she was putting on her short shorts instead of her knee length running trousers. She tried to convince herself it was because it was hot, but deep down she knew it was that she was hoping he'd be there again.