Every day, my girlfriend Katie goes for a jog. She does the same route every day so her timing is consistent. She's always back about 30 minutes after she leaves. Always. So you can imagine my concern when she had not returned for close to an hour.
First I texted her with no response. Concern started to build. Then I called her. Just as it was about to go to voicemail, she picked up.
"Hi honey!" she said in a bubbly and enthusiastic tone.
"Oh, phew," I said. "Where are you?"
There was a delay on the other end of the line and I heard her laughing.
"What? Oh! I met this guy!" she said. "A runner! I ran with him a little bit! I'm coming back now!"
"Alright. Just wanted to make sure you were safe. Love you," I said.
I heard her laugh again in the background.
"Love you too, babe! I'll see you soon!" she said. She seemed to be excited about something.
Katie and I live in a nice part of town (thanks mostly in part to my respectable salary), so when she goes out for her daily run, she doesn't lock the door behind her. Today was no different. My desk is positioned right by the entrance to our apartment, so I expected her to walk through quietly any moment.
A little while later, I heard a pair of footsteps ascending the staircase near the door to our apartment, but these were heavier footsteps, so they couldn't have been Katie's. Katie was a petite 5'1. At just 105 pounds, she wasn't the curviest girl out there, but her behind was nice and fit and firm from her jogging.
The loud footsteps moved closer and closer to my apartment door. Were they going to pass by? Apparently not. The door handle turned and opened with a jolt.
What I saw nearly made me have a heart attack. A tall, shirtless and very muscular man had my Katie slung over his shoulder like she was a rag doll.
"Out of the way! Out of the way!" he shouted to no one in particular. Katie was laughing hysterically as he carried her. I sat there frozen.
"Where! Where!" he shouted, moving around the room aggressively.
"Right! To the right!" Katie shouted. The man turned and started walking quickly down the hallway. I jumped up, ready to intercede.
"On the left! On the left!" Katie screamed, still giggling in delight. Jared stopped abruptly and turned the door handle to our bedroom, then entered. I heard bed springs creak. He must have thrown Katie on the bed. I rushed to the door.
"Do we have a medic on sight!" he shouted again to no one in particular. Katie could barely breathe she was laughing so hard.
"Hey! What the hell!" I shouted from the doorway. The two stopped and looked at me seriously, then they both started laughing loudly.
"Babe! This is Jared!" she said. I still didn't know what was going on.
Jared stuck out his hand to me, then pointed behind him at Katie with his thumb. "We met up a little earlier. She went with me a little further than she said was usual. Had to carry her back!" he exclaimed. Then he slapped me on the shoulder, exited the bedroom, and bounded out of our apartment, slamming the door behind him.
I turned back to Katie. She was laying on the bed on her back, panting heavily, smiling, and staring at the ceiling.
"Oh my God!" she said, still smiling.
"What happened?" I asked. She sat up on her elbows to look at me.
"He told you, right? Not much more to say than that" she said, getting off the bed and standing up. "Now excuse me, I don't want to get our wonderful new sheets all gross."
As she passed by me, she placed her hand on my chest for a moment. That felt good.
I heard the shower turn on and I went back to my desk. What on earth had just happened? I tried to keep working, but it wasn't going to happen. So I cracked a beer and waited for Katie to get out of the shower.
Finally, the water turned off. It sounded like Katie was humming.
A few minutes later, she emerged wearing just a towel wrapped around her hair.
"Hey stud," she said in a seductive voice, walking over to me. She never called me that.
"Like what you see?" she continued, giving me a twirl. Her buttocks really was something to admire. I reached out to give it a squeeze and she slapped my hand away. "Don't think so," she said.
To my surprise, she knelt down and started unzipping my pants. I stood up and let her remove them. As you can imagine, I was already erect at this point. She took my cock in her hand, gave it a few quick and firm pumps down near the base, then stood up herself. But she didn't release my cock.
"Come, come," she said, turning towards the bedroom. What a development this was. Hell yes!
We got to the bedroom and Katie pushed me down onto the bed. I laid down on my back. Katie climbed on top and positioned my cock at her entrance immediately. No warming up or anything!
To my surprise, it slid straight in. She was dripping! I propped my back up on my pillows and tried to grab her perfectly-shaped behind with my hands. But she slapped them away. All I could do was push with my pelvis, but the lower half of my body wasn't very strong. I didn't run like Katie did or go to the gym. So Katie started doing most of the work.
To my delight, she was ravenous for me! She started working her pussy up and down my shaft in a way I'd never experienced before. She was acting strange and almost like she was in heat, but I wasn't complaining. I just tried to stay focused and not explode.
Turns out, one of the best ways to not cum early is to prevent the girl from riding you hard by keeping her pinned against you with your hands. But today, since Katie wouldn't let me touch her for some reason, she was just riding me with reckless abandon. It felt good, but it was intense. I couldn't keep this up much longer without erupting.
"Katie... Oh... St-... Stop... Oh..." I tried to say, losing control.