I recently retired at the early age of fifty-five and one thing I started to do, in order to occupy my time, was to walk in the park that was just down the road from my place. The park itself wasn't that nice, but it was a pleasant place, just to walk.
The paved area was used by joggers, sprint-walkers, mothers with baby carriages and so on. Most of the time it was all women during the weekdays. I watched them go by me and I mean to tell you, it was invigorating to watch some of those well-rounded asses.
As this was my first day in the park, I didn't speak to hardly anyone, unless someone excused themselves as they went by me. Mostly I just watched all around me.
Just as I was leaving the park, I saw a woman coming down the street. She had blond hair, about shoulder length and as she neared me, I figured her to be in her mid-thirties. She word dungaree pants that seemed to hug her like a second skin. Her halter-top bounced with each step she took. Her sneakers were a light pink and matched her top.
As she neared the park, she began to pull her hair back into a ponytail, using a band that was wrapped around her arm to keep it all up. When she passed by me, her face seemed to be all-aglow. Her smile was captivating and I looked into her eyes as she came close to me.
She said "Hello" as she passed by me and I turned my head slightly to look at her. What an ass she had, by far the nicest I've seen all day, and I saw a lot of them.
Checking my watch, I had made up my mind to come to the park at this time tomorrow, to see if she would be here. I continued my walk home and soon was sitting in my living room. I had obtained a beer from the fridge and sat here and enjoyed the refreshing taste.
The following morning, at eleven, I headed out the door and walked to the park. As I reached the park, I didn't notice the woman I was looking for, so I just kept strolling. Ten minutes later, I saw her. She must of came earlier because, as she trotted towards me, I watched her form. Her breasts were held close to her by some sort of sports bra under her small halter-top. They still bounced with each stride she made.
Today she wore shorts and her legs were taunt and looked nicely shaped. As she neared me, she must of recognized me, because she said, "Hello again," as she went by.
A smile crossed my face when she spoke. I wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. The days turned into weeks and each time she smiled and said Hi, or Hello, Morning or something to acknowledge my presence.
I took to waving at her as she approached me, smiled and said something to her. The walks were doing me good too, as I was losing the chubbiness in my belly and my legs were shaping up too. I started wearing shorts, which I never done in all my fifty-five years.
After four weeks of this, on a Monday, as she approached me, she slowed down and ran "in place" when she got next to me.
"You should start running," she said.
I laughed slightly and said, "What! At my age?"
"Nothing long, just short runs at first. Then you can work yourself up to longer runs as you go along."
I liked that she took this interest in me and said, "Well I won't promise how long I'd do it, but I would try."
"Good, Good, she said, if you'd like, I'll be here at eleven to start my run and you can run with me for company."
"Okay, you're on, but like I said, I may not run very far."
"Not a problem, see you tomorrow then," and she ran off to finish her run.
That night, I went out and bought some jogging pants and some nice t-shirts and some running shoes. There was a lift in me that I hadn't felt in a long time.
At home I was sitting in my chair and said to myself, She only offered to run with me, nothing else, so don't go off and think anything else. I finished watching the movie and then went to bed.
After a small breakfast, I showered and changed into my new "running" clothes and just before eleven, headed out the door to meet my "running partner".
When I reached the park, I saw her standing there; her running shorts were so tight on her I almost got an erection, just looking at her. She wore a white halter-top with a sports bra on under it, but her nipples were prominent.
"Well, here I am," I said.
She held out her hand and said, "Good, and by the way, my name is Ginger."
I smiled when she introduced herself and said, "I'm Roger."
"We can start off slow and work to a quicker stride as we go along. Is that okay with you?" "Yes, but like I said yesterday, I may not last very long."
"We'll see, we'll see, she said, let's get started."
She showed me some stretching techniques and then we took off.
I took my place by her side and we commenced our run. I have been a smoker for a long time and recently quit, so it wasn't long before I started to feel tightness in my lungs.
What kept me going was my occasional peek over to her and watching her breasts as they bounced with each step she took. She caught me looking several times and she just smiled at me.
On the third lap of the park, I was doing well just to keep my legs moving, and I was hurting. I knew I would have to stop soon.
As we approached our starting point for the fourth lap, I had to stop.
"Don't stop moving your legs, she said, as she ran in place next to me. You could cramp up if you just stop."
I did as she said, after all she knew more about this then I did.
"Why did you stop running?"
"My side has a sharp pain in it."
""Ok, follow me for one more lap and work that pain out. It will stop, but you have to run past it."
She turned and was off down the path, so I followed her as she said. I was about three feet behind her and what kept me going was watching her ass, to be honest and I think she knew it too.
Her leg muscles were beautiful and the cheeks of her ass were just amazing to look at. That was my "reward" for doing that extra lap. She was right about running "through the pain". My side quit hurting and we were just a quarter of the way in this lap.
At the end of the lap, she slowed down and as she ran in place, she said, "That was a good start, each lap is just about three-quarters of a mile, and so you did three miles on your first run, which is very good."
I smiled at her and said, "I have a very nice running partner that made it all worthwhile."
"Well thank you, that is nice of you to say."
"I know we didn't talk very much during the run, but may I ask if you're married? I don't see any rings."
"I'm single, well divorced anyway."
"Would it be brash of me to invite you to have supper with me at my home?"
