Mutual Wallowing

I was never a runner but my New Year's resolution was to take it up to try and stay in shape. Having stuck with it for six months I decided to sign up for the 'Independence Day 10k' just hoping I could finish.

With it being July I had hydrated well all week in preparation for the heat and my muscles felt strong. I was feeling pretty good, physically about myself. I was single at twenty-five years old and was, as they say, 'alone but not lonely'.

I signed up at the check-in station and put my free swag of water bottle and t-shirt in an out of the way corner. I found a good starting position and noticed a blonde ponytail bouncing just above an exquisite example of a feminine ass in light blue lycra shorts a few people in front of me. She was thin and athletic and looked like a typical runner. If I would be able to keep up with her that light blue ass would be the carrot I could chase to the finish line.

The gun sounded and we were off. My ponytailed motivator was running at a much quicker pace than I was used to. She turned to speak to someone and gave me half a glance and an easy smile. After seeing her big doe eyes and friendly nature I upped my stride to keep up.

I was able to keep up with her group until around the eight kilometer mark when the faster pace caught up to me. My mind started finding flaws in my muse to try and get me to slow down. 'Maybe she's an arrogant bitch who hates puppies.' I ignored my negative thoughts and pushed on despite my legs, lungs and brain screaming at me to slow down.

I saw her blonde ponytail begin swinging quicker as she kicked up her speed for the final thousand meters. I was already at my maximum speed at nine kilometers just trying to keep up with her, so I had no final kick. She and the rest of her group ran off out of site.

I crossed the finish line and she was there waiting for me. The woman had an adorable smile and a look of concern for my well-being. "You made it!" I had no breath to speak so I simply nodded towards her. She definitely was not an arrogant bitch and she probably had a puppy at home as well.

"Hey, we're all going to Plato's over there to get a cold drink do you want to join us?" she asked pointing at the nearby bar.

"I..okay let me cool down a little and I'll be right over." I panted.

"Great, see you over there." she replied, her ponytail flipping as she turned. There was now some sweat on those light blue shorts and I turned away from her to hide my anxious friend in my shorts.

Once inside Plato's I found her quickly. She had saved me a seat beside her at the bar. "There you are. I ordered you a beer. It's supposed to be good for you after a long run." she said half laughing.

"Thank you. I'm Peter by the way." I said introducing myself, holding out my hand.

"Taylor, my pleasure." she said giving me a sturdy hand shake.

Taylor asked with a little smirk; "Do you always stalk women while they're running?"

I smiled back and shrugged. "You were the prettiest woman out there and the motivation to keep up with you got me to the finish." That won me a big grin.

"Well, you've caught up to me now. What's your plan?" She said flirting with me.

"Normally I'd offer to buy you a drink but you've already taken care of that so I'll ask what the rest of your day looks like."

"I had no plans, Peter. What did you have in mind?" She was coming on pretty strong while patiently waiting for my simple male brain to catch up.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?"

"That sounds good. What about after lunch? What were your plans for me after that lunch?" Taylor flashed me that evil smile again.

"Well, I live not too far from here. We could go back to my place..."

"Why don't we push that lunch back, Peter and go to your place now." Even a brain dead male like myself couldn't miss that signal.

Taylor chugged her beer and stood to leave. Having caught on I chugged mine standing up as well.

"We can walk from here if you'd like to leave your car." Taylor took my hand for the first time, waved goodbye to her friends and we walked out together.

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Once inside my apartment she took both of my hands and looked up at me. "You don't remember me do you?"

"We've met before?"

"I lived in the sorority house with Christy and I met you at a party once. She told us the reason you two broke up."

Christy was my girlfriend my senior year of college. She had broken things off with me when I'd attempted to go down on her after we'd been at an amusement park all day. I'd confessed my fetish to her at the time and she was so disgusted by it that she severed all contact with me afterward. She must have told her sorority sisters my fetish to explain why she'd broken up with me.

"So the reason we broke up doesn't bother you?"

"I have the same fetish, Peter. You've maintained control of your feelings very well today but I've seen you looking at my sweaty body and I know EXACTLY what your thoughts are because mine are the same towards you."

With that Taylor pulled her shirt over her head, took off her sweaty, sticky shorts and plopped down on my couch in just her sports bra. "I think I have something you want here." she said sitting back with her legs spread wide exposing a slick, pungent cunt that got me rock hard instantly.

This was my fetish. I longed to lick and suck a sweaty, sticky, pungent woman's sex after a workout or a long day at work. A cunt per say, more than a nice clean pussy.

I leaned in and kissed Taylor. She moaned into my mouth. "Go get your decadent dessert, Peter. Lick my my nasty pussy."

I quickly went down and devoured her tangy, slick cunt. I was in bliss. My sweaty cock was stone hard from just the scent alone. "Oh, you're such a dirty man. Eat me, that's it, eat my filthy cunt!" Taylor screamed cumming hard in my mouth. I remained at her foul opening until she begged off after her third orgasm.

Taylor was near exhaustion but pulled me up to kiss her nastiness from my lips. She had me stand and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. Sitting up straight she took my stinking dick into her mouth with a satisfied groan. I was only able to slide myself into her wonderful mouth and throat six or seven times before I blasted rope after rope of what felt like a quart of cum down her gullet. She swallowed everything I sent her and smiled up at me as she fell backwards exhausted into the cushions.

We spent all afternoon exploring our fetish and never did get that lunch. Taylor liked the taste of my 'sweaty, manly smelling cock' she said and I couldn't get enough of her sopping, sloppy cunt. We did clean ourselves up in my shower towards evening and ordered a delivery dinner but went right back at each other all night.

In the morning Taylor had another one of her smirks as we lay in bed together naked. "So what happened to your roommate, Peter? That second bedroom is empty."

"He got a job in another town and moved out about a month ago. I haven't been able to find a replacement..." I was beginning to catch up to Taylor's train of thought a little now. "Wait, are you looking for a place to live?"

"I just moved back in town a few months ago and I've been living with my parents. I wouldn't mind sharing this apartment with you but there would have to be some rules."

"I...sure, what kind of rules?"

"Well, I like to run every, single, day and I get all hot and sweaty so I would want my roommate to join me and get all sweaty every, single, day as well. Do you think you could do that, Peter?" Her smile had that naughty curl at the ends.

My full erection and huge grin were the only answer she got as I pushed her down and slid into her leaking, stretched out pussy for the fifth or sixth time in the last twenty-four hours.

Our fetish seems to be driven by smell, pheromones perhaps, because any time Taylor would bring her tangy, day old sex anywhere near my nose she knew I couldn't resist tasting her. She moved in with me and we got married a year later when she got pregnant.

Even after twenty five years of marriage and two children Taylor still gets great pleasure out of planting her stinking cunt on my face or tearing off my shorts and licking my sweaty cock and balls after a race. One woman's disgust is another's desire I suppose.