I'd like to cum, but Kay won't be around for a few days and jerking off gives me relief but no real satisfaction. I like fucking far too much for that. I love to feel the woman's horniness, hear her lust, smell her skin, taste her juice and feel my hard cock penetrating her soft cunt, forcing its way into her tight, slippery fuck canal, rubbing it, thrusting into it and then discharging into it.
To cool off and take my mind off things, I go running in the forest. As I usually do, I put on an offensively erotic outfit that gets me even more excited at first. It consists of a tight Rufskin crop-top and Rufskin trousers. The pants are very short and made of a perforated, loose-fitting material that you can see through if the sun is favourable or the pants are tight on the material underneath.
You can see the least when I'm wearing a black thong. That was the case this time too. Normally I wear a tight thong that chastises my privates and keeps them in place. Today I opted for a thin, light thong that hugs my junk tightly but doesn't restrict its freedom of movement. It swings back and forth, clearly visible under the fabric of the running trousers that falls over it.
I find it quite comfortable as it enhances the cooling effect in my crotch. It almost feels as if I'm running naked. To the curious glances that regularly get caught in my crotch I have grown accustomed to. First it irritated me a bit. Making me think that I was kind of too naked. But after a while it's kind of cool to be looked at like this.
With my pendulous privates, however, I attract more and longer glances at my magical triangle. Unfortunately, I can't tell how much is still visible through the holes in my running shorts and the sun shining through. After a while, I also realise that the loose fabric of the shorts is slowly being pushed up by my bouncing privates, so that they are peeking out from underneath. Even I find this a little too much especially since my belly is not covered and occasionally look down at myself during the run to adjust my shorts inconspicuously if necessary.
Despite my sexy outfit, my plan to cool off with the run works -- for the time being.
I soon bump into a hot, well-built female runner who I've met a few times before and we've always smiled at each other. As I'm running in a part of the forest where there's basically never anyone around, I haven't tucked my shorts in and am now running with a free-swinging penis that's only covered by a thin, transparent fabric sheath.
When I see her coming towards me in her skimpy pants and sports bra and get a good look at her firm, sexy belly, I immediately lust after her. My cock gets fuller when I see her and I feel it rise up as if to greet her. When she recognises me, she smiles at me, then her gaze slides between my legs. We both slow down and stop in front of each other.
"Hello," we greet each other.
I adjust my pants. "I usually have something else underneath, so that doesn't happen," I apologise.
She smiles at me. "Never mind. I like it," she says and touches my stretched-out privates, which immediately press against her gentle grip. "And I see you like it too!".
We look deep into each other's eyes. I place my hand on her sweaty stomach. It feels great and looks extremely sexy. "I'm Tom," I introduce myself.
I watch as her nipples swell under the light-coloured fabric of her top and my cock presses harder and harder against her hand.
"Melinda," she breathes.
I pull her close to me so that her bare stomach can touch mine, press my lower body against hers, her chest against mine. Kiss her passionately. She returns the kiss, tries to wrap her tongue around mine and presses her mound of Venus against my bulge, trying to feel my swelling tightly against her, grabbing my firm, bare bum under my running shorts to knead it and pull me even closer to her.
I hold her head by the nape of her neck, feel her curly, medium-length hair on my hand, smell her skin, the sweat, the physical exertion of running. With my other hand, I feel her tight bum. Feel her firm curves through the smooth, thin fabric of her low-cut trousers, which do not cover the lower part of her small, firm cheeks and enclose the rest like a second skin.
I let my hand glide over her hard globes with relish, feeling the fabric and the firm muscles underneath. I feel both of her firm curves, which I can almost enclose with my hands, caress them and enjoy the feeling of her bum both under fabric and without.