The Morning Run
It was a chill spring morning when I met up with Melanie in front of her house, dressed in my black track pants and grey parka with a good pair of red running shoes. We had been confined to our homes for the last 2 months and it was really starting to take a toll on our sanity.
Mel and I had met up over the last few days after we decided it was time to do something to get out bodies and our minds back in shape. Not that I had ever really been out of shape. At twenty four, standing five foot one inch, I had the toned, well maintained body of a woman who had been practicing sports her whole life. Toned muscular yet feminine legs that ran up to end in an ass that turned heads wherever I went. I had a slender, sculpted stomach and abs. I wished my breasts could have been bigger, but at a perky 32B I had rarely given anyone reason to complain. My shoulder length blonde hair was tied up in a neat ponytail. I wore a pair of sports sunglasses against the glare of the morning sun.
Melanie, while not out of shape, had a bit more work to do. She was the wife of my cousin and lived two doors down from me. At forty one and a mother of two, she has put on a few pounds in the last few years and was very eager to firm up her figure and get into better shape. She was about 6 inches taller than me with a still lovely figure. She had plump beautiful round breasts which I really envied and a lovely round ass. Her jet black hair was now flecked with touches of silvery gray which enhanced rather than hindered her beauty. Her deep brown eyes had a few creases around them, but still sparkled with a youthful exuberance. This morning she wore a black Adidas tracksuit and pink running shoes, along with a black fanny pack.
We exchanged pleasantries as we stood at the end of her long driveway and stretched out our muscles, warming them up before getting into our exercise. Our breath steamed in the unseasonably cold air of the late spring. It was like the sun and warmth had also been confined in these trying times.
After a few minutes of stretching we set out down the small forest path right across from the driveway of her home. Despite the coolness of the weather we soon felt quite warm as we jogged along the path. The sunlight sparkled as if reflected and danced off the morning dew which still clung stubbornly to the leaves of the various deciduous trees as we headed for the cabin her husband used to boil maple sap and make maple syrup in the early spring, the season for which ended a few weeks ago.
We followed the winding path for about a mile, our breathing becoming heavier and more labored as we ran. The path started to slope upwards and Melanie was soon struggling to keep up. I slowed the pace to allow her to follow.
I stopped at the top of the hill and she came up, panting and gasping. She asked in between deep breaths "Do you mind if we take a quick break?" her hair was starting to be a little damp and she leaned her hands on her knees to get her breath back.
I smiled at her and nodded "Give me another two hundred feet at we can take a break at your husband's cabin." She nodded in agreement as she always seemed to do whenever I suggested anything. This simply reinforced my feelings that I had sized her up correctly. She looked up at me with resolve and we set off again, shortly arriving at the cabin which has marked the midway point of our daily run for the past week. Only this time, there was to be a little surprise for her.
Melanie walked over to the window sill on the far side of the cabin and grabbed the key which was hidden under it. The cabin had never been locked until a few years ago, when My cousin had come back to discover several windows broken and empty beer cans strewn carelessly about the whole place.
