So there we were, in the thick copse of cedar trees, just out of sight from the main road. It was another world, a dense forest within the city. The ground was bouncy and covered with pine needles. The air was fresh and green, with the slightest hint of ocean in it...
As I caught your eye on the road along the beach, I knew today was different. Your dirty blonde ponytail swayed as you ran just ahead of me. The curve of your butt looked incredible in your shorts. We stopped for a moment and walked out along the dunes. It was a grey morning, tons of sea gulls, just a few people.
Your arm brushed against mine, and the fine peach fuzz felt electric. I could taste the salt in the air. I tried not to think about touching you, but you were so close to me. I had wanted you for so long.
You had a had spring in your step as you walked out toward the waves. I admired your pale arms, thin and muscled, the nape of your neck below your ponytail. You were wearing short, black shorts and a blue t-shirt that brought out your eyes.
I could feel my nipples harden against my sports bra and a distinct heat rise in my cunt. Fuck. I just wanted to focus on our run. I bent into a little stretch to hide how flustered I was. Handles dangling down in front of long, tanned legs, I slipped an elastic band off my wrist to re-tie the end of my dark braid.
I could see your butt even better from here, and I felt myself start to get wet. I flipped my head back up and you were looking at me with some curiosity. Of course. I was being weird. Okay, act normal. You touched my arm lightly and smiled. You were so pretty, you are so pretty. I don't think you realise how gorgeous you are, pink from exercise with no makeup on.
We turn around and head back. I cannot stop thinking about what it would feel like to reach out and run my hand along the curve of your butt, your muscular thigh, your slim waist. To trace my thumb around the outline of your breast and feel your nipples harden under my touch. To peel your clothes off and taste you...
We still had aeons to go. Ugh. You were telling me a story about your coworker who was doing something annoying, maybe something with their pet? I couldn't focus. How on earth was I supposed to focus on anything but putting one foot in front of the other?