I feel like I deserved it, after Hannah had let me know that she watched me jerk off in the shower. Sure I was embarrassed, but also kind of excited that she had played peeping tom on me, like I had to her.
Friday couldn't come soon enough, but I couldn't tell if it was out of excitement, or the unresolved tension of knowing where I stood with Hannah. Did she think I was a weirdo? Did she find me endearing, or attractive even? Sure I was embarrassed, but so was Hannah, and it somehow, in my mind, made us kindred spirits.
Friday, 4.15, and her car parked behind mine in the carport. Hannah tossed her bag over the rail again, and called out "You should come James! Get some exercise!"
She was very persuasive in her tights and sports bra, and I quickly changed into my gym gear. It was old, hadn't been used in 2 years, and wasn't revealing anything worth writing about. I was about as average a male as you can get. Healthy, soft, 30 yr old male. Active without being fit. My singlet and shorts weren't up to the active dress standards Hannah set, but I wasn't in a position to refuse an invitation from a gorgeous woman who you have seen naked.
Hannah was fast, but sitting 10m behind the pace she set was the best position to run. She definitely doesn't wear anything under her tights, but her tight skin holds her whole butt together, it barely jiggled as she bounced along the trail. I could have run all day from that spot.
She stopped at the clearings to do her weights routine, while I sat and regained my breath. It was quite a regimented routine she had set out, and she was so focused that conversation ranged from stilted to non-existent. After an hour, we finally turned back down the hill for my cabin at the edge of the forest.
She was too fast, and got quite a lead on me, and as I rounded a corner she had disappeared. Then I caught a glimpse of Hannah at the waterfall turn off and tracking through the improvised path, and I followed.
There are two rocks wedged together that form a natural cave, and inside is a tiny waterfall that is excellent for post-exercise refreshment. Hannah had used this as a shower after her sessions, until I had spied her there last week. I crept up to the rocks and peeked through at the waterfall.
Hannah wasn't rinsing under the falls, but across from the waterfall is a ledge Hannah had used to put her bags when she showered. I could see her sitting there, her legs spread shoulder width apart, her hand cupping her mound and rubbing ever so gently over the top of her tights.
After staring for a momentarily at the show, I looked up to see Hannah staring straight back at me, the corners of her mouth turned up playfully. Her green eyes were calm and soft, and willed me to maintain eye contact. I dutifully complied, and my peripheral vision was tasked with catching sight of her slowly moving hands below.
She broke eye contact and adjusted her body lower down the ledge, so her legs could spread wider on the earthen floor. Hannah slipped her hand inside the tights, and kept it still on her mound for a few seconds, and then flashed me a look. Her gaze had hardened, she looked right through me, and her playful attitude had become something else. It was a desperate need that she was trying to satiate, and I'm sure that she was somewhere else entirely.
As her hand began to move slowly beneath the tights, she was almost expressionless, lost in her own sensations. Her fingers worked faster until her digits penetrated, and she hunched over either from sensation or to angle her hands better. She kept her head up and held eye contact, and I couldn't tell if she was angry or embarrassed, or if she had no emotion other than the one welling inside her.
Suddenly her free hand slipped down the side of her tights and pulled them down to her pussy level, so I could make out her cupped hand over her entrance. Hannah's coarse hair rubbing against her quickening hand was the only sound I heard. Then her frantic pulsing slowed down again, and she sat back against the wall and let out a deep sigh, the first noise she had made while touching herself.
