Back when I was attending college I was on the girls cross country team. It was fun getting to run after school, letting off steam from the day, and being outside in the fresh air.
There was a forest near my school where our coach would have us run once we left school grounds for practices, but we always ended up back in town all sweaty as we made our way back to school.
It was during one of these runs that I noticed a woman staring at me from a little coffee shop located downtown. She was a nice looking woman, with long brunette hair and a tan complexion. From what I could see she had a nice upper figure. I always passed her by running and could only get short glances in, but one time it looked like she wet her lips as I passed by.
A big meet was coming up and I decided to get in some extra running on my own. I asked my best friend Sarah if she wanted to come along, but she said she was busy.
I wanted the run to be the same as it was during practice, so I walked to school, changed into my running clothes, a tiny tank top and tight short-shorts, tennis socks and running shoes, and took off. I was a petite girl, 5'1" tall and about 95 pounds. My bra size was 32C, my waist was 21 inches around and my hips measured 32 inches.
I never wore underwear during a race or practice as the panties always wedged up in my ass and my bra always got heavy with sweat.
Surprisingly I was going at a quick pace and got out of the forest 15 seconds faster than usual, but once I hit town I was getting tired and breathing heavy. I reached the business district and was a mess. My clothes were soaked from sweat and my nipples were erect from all the rubbing against my top. Once again I saw the woman standing in the coffee shop. I needed a breather and stopped in front of the store, putting my hands on my hips and leaned back a bit. I heard the door open and a woman's voice say, "You seem hot. Would you like to come in and sit down?"
I turned my head and saw it was the woman who had admired me during my runs. "Yes," I said in a deep breath. "I would like that very much."
The coffee shop was really small inside, just a few tables and a counter. I sat down at the table near the water cooler and asked if I could have a drink.
"Sure, here's a bottle of water. And, my name is Lydia."
"Thank you. Oh, and my name is Katie."
"Katie, I must say I have seen you run past this shop many times and have always wanted you to stop in for a drink. What do you think of that?
"It was very nice of you to offer me a drink, but I should be getting back to my run." I started getting up and she placed her hand over mine. "Couldn't you stay for a little while longer? I want to talk with you about something."
"Katie, it's not just that I have watched you, I have had dreams about you, what you would look like under your sweaty clothes, hoping you would be all sweaty and slick."
This was really strange to me, but after seeing Lydia up close I was almost mesmerized. She was a striking beauty, about 5-foot, 7-inches tall, about six inches taller than me. She had a great figure, her boobs were larger than mine, and I could not stop what her pussy looked like. I thought I would play along and see how far this would go.
"That sounds nice, but I really need to take a shower. I should probably get back to my school," I said.
"Katie, if you like, you could take a shower in my apartment, it is just above this shop," Lydia said. I said OK and she closed her shop, and then led me by the hand up the back stairs to her apartment. I could not stop staring at her ass as it shook back and forth in her tight skirt.
She unlocked the door and we brought me inside to what was an amazing place. It looked like it was spread out over the whole block. Lydia saw my surprised face and said she owned the whole building and rented out space down below to other businesses.