I both love and hate my early morning jog. On the one hand it keeps me in shape, but on the other I have to get up at 4:30 in the morning to get the run in before work. Of course, there are often perks other than my fitness...my route is often seeded with comely young women, most of whom are invariably clad in tight, skimpy running shorts and even tighter t-tops, that leave very little to the imagination. Often by the time I get home I am more than ready for my shower and a good yank on the stiff shaft.
This one morning was typical.
I tried to keep an even pace on another early run keeping health and conditioning arguments as good motivators but still hoping I'd see a cute female or two. As I rounded a bend in my route, my wish came true. I saw a woman fast walking ahead of me. She was wearing a black t-shirt that even from a distance was at least a size too small and a pair of similarly tight gray running shorts. As I approached her I glanced down to watch the cute, round cheeks of this woman's backside bounce to and fro with every step she took. The closer I got the more I thought dark naughty things. I knew if I lingered much longer it would have been very stalker-like of me, so I picked up my pace again and proceeded to pass her.
The pretty woman gave me a look and damn if it wasn't a sweet little smile. I also quickly ascertained she couldn't have been much beyond her early twenties. Damn, I thought, I was old enough to be her father. But that still didn't stop me from getting a good look at her chest. My eyes had to have bulged out rather obviously as I stared down on two of the fullest and roundest breasts ever, and to top them both off, two very stiff much protruding nipples. I nearly tripped as I took the next step.
I was not surprised to feel my cock hardening, but by the time I made the next bend in the road. Okay, that morning I didn't wear underwear or a jock strap...good or bad idea I didn't know which. But I jogged back to the house, having enjoyed another morning run on the road in the dark.
Still breathing hard I walked up my driveway and around the side of the house making my way to the deck stairs. The run combined with the humid summer morning caused me to sweat soak my t-shirt. Taking a deep breath as I made it to the top step, I pulled it off and wiped my face. As I shook the shirt out and flung it across the deck railing I saw a light come on in one of the bedrooms in the house behind us. I could see the somewhat open curtains and saw a woman pull a top of some sort over her head.
Now I knew the wife and also the older college aged daughter that lived there. I couldn't tell which one it was in the shadows, the wife or the daughter as I remembered they looked a lot alike, but I knew whoever it was, she was walking around behind those curtains with nothing on up top!
I must have stood there for another five minutes or so looking into the window, through the partially parted curtains, just in case I might get more of a peek. Wishful thinking maybe, but in those blissful moments I enjoyed the warm feelings of a newly growing erection.
Patience can sometimes be your best friend as the woman walked in front of the window again. She was closer to the window this time, but backlit so I still couldn't make out who it was. But when she turned this time I could see the very distinct outline of those delightful female mounds blossoming out from her chest. I had seen both mom and daughter in some tight tops before, but now here one set of those breasts was bared in the shadows. I wasn't sure exactly who it was, but for sure it was a woman!
Then she stood upright and closer to the window, although the face was still shadowed, those wonderful breasts were in full view. It was one of those timeless moments. The sight of two magnificently bared breasts burned themselves into my brain. I knew I should've backed away. My mind kept telling me I was married, but the hard-on in my shorts was screaming, 'Who cares!'
Just as I had decided to go I looked back to see her raise her hands and begin to run her hands across her body, down her sides, over her stomach and gently brush her breasts. She was teasing me without knowing she was. And doing a damn good job of it! My heart began beating faster and I could feel the same quickening pulses in my cock.
I suddenly was convinced I wasn't going anywhere for awhile longer.
I marveled at how I seemed to be able to feel what she was feeling, how her soft, warm skin felt against my fingers, how silky her breasts felt as my hands wandered over them and her budding nipples as they slipped between my fingers.
This peeping was very much getting to me so I took firm hold of my cock through my shorts.
Just as I was getting a real good feeling going the shadowy woman finally turned the other way and the light hit her face...it was Kate, the Mrs!
I'd known Kate for almost two years, when she and her family had moved in behind us. We weren't exactly good friends or anything, but we talked every time we met out back or on the occasion when we'd pass one another on the jogging trail. On those occasions we'd exchange 'Good Mornings' and then continue on our separate ways, me smiling all the way back home.
Kate is a beautiful woman and I was transfixed noticing the smile across her face at that moment. It was hard to believe after so many fantasy visions of Kate I was here with there staring at her nearly nude body. My cock was throbbing in my hand.
