It'd been a few days since Matt and Ellie's last shared shower, and they hadn't taken things any further just yet.
Matt had been particularly busy with work during the week, leaving Ellie at home alone with her thoughts. When he returned at night, he seemed too tired for anything more than a cuddle in front of the TV before bed.
The two of them usually only ran together on Saturday and Sunday, so there weren't as many opportunities to recreate their previous encounters the rest of the week, especially with so much else going on.
But it wasn't just tiredness holding Matt back. He was also a bit nervous.
The pair still hadn't really taken the time to talk about their weekend of pee experimentation. It felt like a bit of a whirlwind of lust, and although it had been wonderful in the spur of the moment, Matt didn't know how Ellie felt about it all.
Sure, she'd seemed keen enough to participate at the time, but was that just for his sake? Did she really enjoy what they were doing, or did she just like the excitement of trying something new?
When the novelty and hormones wore off, would she feel ashamed? Even worse, would it make her view him differently? Would he be forever tainted in her eyes by his taste for the abnormal?
He could ask her directly, but he was afraid of the answer.
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When Matt woke up on Saturday morning, all of those questions were still racing around in his head. Ellie was already up - as usual - so he focused on getting ready for their morning exercise.
Once fully dressed, he found her in the kitchen, sitting with a glass of water. He walked over to kiss her on the cheek, and she smiled and turned to meet his lips for a brief peck.
They had a pre-run snack and chatted about last night's episode of their show, nothing out of the ordinary. But inside, Matt's heart was already racing.
Looking at her now, he couldn't help flashing back. The sight of her sports bra strap was enough to resurface the memory of her hastily removing it last Sunday, squirming from one foot to the other.
Her soft hands were curled around the glass just as they'd held his penis when she spread her legs and relaxed. Her pale bare thighs below the table had him fantasising about how they towered over him while her pussy drenched his chest.
"So... shall we go?" Ellie asked, snapping Matt out of it. He realised he'd just been staring at her in silence, and could see her blushing again.
"Sure," he answered, and they got up to leave.
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Matt's thoughts continued to wander as they ran. He let her go ahead of him on any narrow paths so he could watch her petite frame bobbing up and down, then snuck glances across at her flushed face and her bouncing chest when they could run side by side.
During one of those glances, he spotted that same look of concentration he'd seen in her eyes almost a week earlier. She certainly didn't look comfortable, and he felt his penis twitch as he wondered how much she'd had to drink before he woke up.
The problem was they were still so far from home. Their jog was essentially one large circuit, and they were only three-quarters of the way around. There was no shortcut through the woods, due to the valley in the middle, much too steep to run across.
Matt knew they had no choice but to keep going, and they wouldn't be back for another 15 minutes at least. It was a realisation that was simultaneously dawning on Ellie.
"Shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm not going to make it."
Matt could see the concentration in her face turn to anxiety. Her eyes were darting around, searching up and down the path for any passers-by, then through the trees for anywhere that would provide a bit of cover.
"I'm sorry, Matt, I need to go," Ellie whimpered. "I can't hold it any longer."
Thankfully, there didn't seem to be many people out this morning, but looking around them, Matt couldn't see an obvious place to hide. The trees were so thin here, and so far apart from one another.
