Shelly and I talked on the site for quite a bit during the next few days. Eventually our conversations moved to the phone and instant message. We added each other on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram and talked with each other a lot there.
We talked about everything, from our childhood dreams, to our present jobs, to our greatest successes and failures through life, to our running past and present. We found out we had both signed up for a local half marathon two weeks from then.
And, yes, we had quite a lot of virtual sex. Whether it be by phone or by text, we found plenty of opportunity to exchange steamy words.
One night, as she was using her vibrator, she lowered the phone and let me listen to the sound of her buzzing toy squishing in and out of her. Oh my, that was such an orgasm for us both! I then did the same for her and, bang, another intense orgasm.
Another Saturday afternoon during a texting session, she sent a snapshot of her with her fingers deep inside of herself, her cute face peeking from behind her breasts in the background, a huge smile on her face. I answered with a picture between my spread legs, showing her my own wetness as well as an attempt at a seductive smile on my face.
Finally, one evening we agreed to meet the next morning for an early morning run, at about 5:30. It was to be our last training run before the half marathon, and we agreed an easy pace together would be a great idea.
We agreed at a nearby park, about two miles from my apartment via the bike path, about a mile via street. I barely slept that night and was fully awake at 3. I was dressed and ready to run with a pair of very short shorts, pink, as well as my light blue sports bra. I have a pretty nice body -- running certainly helps -- but that get up even made me a little bit wet. Any shorter and those shorts were going to be under my arm pits. I tried looking at my butt in the mirror, but you know how "easy" that is. From what I could see, it almost looked like you could see everything if I bent down enough. Really, that was to my satisfaction. I wore those shorts and bra a lot during the summer, and it was going to be a hot one today. Yes, I was trying to look sexy, but being miserable while running was not a very seductive look.
The butterflies in my stomach were migrating to all parts of my body. Good grief, my nerves were on edge at anticipation of meeting Shelly face to face for the first time. I worried and fretted over everything, and having all of that extra time certainly did not help.
By about 4:30, I was nervously pacing the apartment, wearing a hole in the living room floor. Finally, needing to get rid of enough nervous energy to light the town, I put on a headlamp and took off towards the park. It certainly was not a fast run, but I was still able to work up a rather good sweat in the already warm temperatures.
When I arrived, it was still pretty dark. There were some faint hints of light appearing to the east on this morning which had not a cloud in the sky. It had become light enough, I was able to switch off my headlamp and see fine.
Fortunately, that park has plenty of port-a-pots, because nature was telling me I needed one. It was probably my nerves more, though.
After using it, I began a fast-walk around the small loop of the park so my muscles would not cool down. The loop was about a kilometer around, with very few trees in the middle, so I was able to keep my eye on the path once Shelly came around. A couple of times, my heart would skip a beat when I thought I saw her, but both of those times it ended up being someone else walking their dog.
It was still early, a little bit after five, when I saw a figure in the distance entering the park, moving at a pretty respectable pace. I picked up my own pace and ran towards the figure. We were still about five hundred feet from each other when we both knew it was the other, exchanging waves and quickening our paces to meet.
As we neared, Shelly's face lit up the area with a beautiful smile and energetic wave, cheerfully calling out "Hello, Cindy!"
She looked stunning. Her top was a very loose yellow sleeveless shirt from the running store. From the side, I could see her bright green running bra. She had cut the shirt's bottom, about six inches above her belly button, showing a very flat, fit tummy.
Her tights were about as tight as tights could be, a dark purple with little dark blue fireworks all over the place. They came down about half way on her sculpted upper thigh. The tights themselves wrapped around every curve and crevasse of hers like I wanted to wrap my arms. I swear, she hardly had an ounce of fat on her body.
Hardly stopping, she wrapped her arms around me in a friendly hug, pulling me close to her as we both laughed and giggled. "It is so nice to finally meet you, Cindy!"
"I know," I said, hugging her close to me.
Still hugging, we pulled our heads back a little bit to exchange glances. Her smiling face almost blinded me. She gently put a hand on the side of my face, swallowed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, parting with a little giggle and pointing down at my feet.
"Shoe twins!" she said.
We both, indeed, did have on the same pair, style, and color of the latest Hoka Clifton. We both laughed for a little bit, she leaned in for another kiss and said softly "You look remarkable."
"So do you," I replied, then we broke our hug. "Are you ready to do this thing?" I asked, to which she replied with a nod.
It was an easy session, one which felt natural, real, fulfilling, enlightening and gave us both plenty of time to explore each other. We ran at an extremely easy pace, not letting our speed overtake our breath. At first, we exchanged small talk, then we explored some topics about life itself we have covered before but went into more deeply. We talked a little about our marriages and how we were finding that men in sucked a bit.
"There's nice ones out there," she said at one point. "I keep trying to tell myself that. But every time I think I have found a nice one, he turns out to be an ass one way or another."
Our conversation turned to other women. Having both run in town for quite a few years, we were able to compare notes about other runners, who was the fastest, who put in the most miles, and who were the ones we thought were the cutest.
"There is a girl I see out there every once in a while," Shelly said. "No idea about her name, but I know from race awards that she is over eighteen, so we have that. She is so cute like all get out! I mean, she looks so unassuming, but she seems to watch and smile at everyone there. Barely says a word, though. We have exchanged glances a couple of times, and, oh the stuff I would do to her!"
I chuckled. "I believe our paths have crossed, too. She has a ridiculously cute butt!"
Shelly slowed down for a moment and looked at my behind for a moment. "So do you!" she said with a giggle, which I joined.
We slowed to a walk at the far end of the park, still exchanging chit chat. At that end is the entrance to a nature preserve. She grabbed my hand and led me to that graveled path.
We walked silently along the path for a little while, holding hands. Yes, the butterflies were in full flight in my stomach now.
We stopped at a little deck area the city had built which looked over a wetland area. We leaned on the deck, side by side, close enough to touch, looking out at the sun just beginning to rise above the horizon, its reflection dancing in the water below.
