Steps together
To Josh, running was life. He loved to wake up at 4am, when it was cool outside and the sun was just a glow on the horizon of the Arizona town where he lived. He loved to strap on his weathered shoes, turn on his music and hit the pavement. He had started in high school and never lost the knack for it. Mile after mile, it never failed to make him feel amazing. Few things were better, it had so consumed him, that and his work, had seen him reach the ripe age of 23 with only a single serious girlfriend. Whom had just a few short days ago sent him a text, a text, after 4 years together that she was moving on. Moving on, like he was some kind of bad smell in the area. She didn't seem to care that he had lost his father suddenly only five short months ago. Didn't seem to care about the plan they had made when they started dating in college. He had been mad at first, sad more than mad really, but that had passed or at least fallen to the wayside. Work had picked up and he was getting ready to train for a local half marathon and a few months after that, travel to LA and run there to hope to qualify for Boston.
Then, right before his Monday run, the phone rang.
"Hello?" Josh asked, still bleary eyed as he plugged in his headphones, not recognizing the number.
"Hey Josh, its me Cara." Said the pleasant voice on the other end. Josh tried not to let the annoyance seep into his voice as he stood silent for a moment.
"Hey...Cara...what can I do for you?" Josh had had more of a business relationship with his dad than that of a normal relationship. His father was old school. Josh could count the number of times he had gotten a kind word on both hands and the number of hugs on one hand. His father had only ever said he loved him once and that was the week he had died. Things had been hard between them when his mom had passed away from cancer, they had gotten even more strained when he had started dating and eventually married the spin class instructor that was only 5 years older than Josh.
He didn't hate Cara for being with his dad, or replacing his mother or some Freudian BS like that. He was glad to see his dad smile, she had helped keep him healthy all the way till he had passed away, filled his bed and kept a smile on his face. She had been a good wife. She took care of everything when he died and their love had seemed genuine. She was well taken care of since his dad left her 2/3rds of his amassed wealth. It wasn't a ton but she was set and could live in the large home they had lived in just outside of Prescott and still teach her spin classes and live well.
If his relationship with his dad had been slight, to call the one with his step mother anything more than in passing would have been a lie. He was cordial and they did the whole holidays and Christmas card thing until his dad had died, but after that and the reading of the will, they had not spoken in the five months since pancreatic cancer had seen his father to a rather early grave.
Now here she was, calling him early in the morning, interrupting his run and the peace it brought him.
"Hey Josh, sorry to bug you so early. I was wondering if you would do me a favor?"
"Is everything ok?" Josh asked, as much as he had not been best friends with her, she was still part of his family as it was, and he did care about her.
She answered with her melodic laugh at first and Josh couldn't help but smile.
"You're sweet. No, no emergency. I was wondering if I could start running with you. I decided I was going to run the half marathon here in a few months just for something new but I started doing it on my own and I don't like it. I get lonely and was hoping I could tag along with you and you could keep me company."
Josh let the phone down to his side and sighed. The last thing he wanted was company. He loved the solitude of his runs. He loved the miles and miles passing under his feet, the music in his ears as he watched the sun come up.
He raised the phone up to his ear to make an excuse and tell her no when he heard her lovely voice.
"Please. I know it's asking a lot, but I was just hoping you might want to spend some time together. At least be friend's maybe." Cara said. She sounded so sincere. Josh sighed quietly and capitulated.
"Yeah we could probably do that. The running partner thing at least." Josh said. Partner was fine for now, friends would have to wait and see. He wasn't gonna lie, it would be nice to be around a pretty female too. His work was mostly solitary work and an office full of guys. Since, Hanna, his eyes had left, he really hadn't had much time with the fairer sex and it sounded appealing to him, even if it was with the woman that was still technically his stepmom.
"I run every morning except Saturday so when did you want to start?" Josh asked.
Then there was a knock at the door.
"This morning huh?" Josh asked as he hung up the phone and opened his front door. Standing there on his doorstep, the red on her cheeks of apparent embarrassment.
"Yeah sorry, I took a chance that you would say yes." Cara said with a laugh.
Josh took stock of his stepmom and remembered that it had never been a question at least one reason his father had been attracted to her: she was truly beautiful. She was tall, 5'9 or so. She had a bit of an hourglass to her figure. Her arms were tight but not ripped, her thighs were thick and strong, the hours of spin she taught showed for sure. Her hips had the combination of flare of a woman in her late twenties who took care of herself with only the barest hint of a little extra around her middle that showed she liked a good meal and didn't mind a glass or five of wine after work. This was just to say that in the Instagram model world people would call her thick. Her blond hair was streaked with light brown or even a little red, it lay just on her shoulder from the photos he had seen on her Facebook and Instagram but it was up in a playful ponytail today. Two of her best features though were her gravity defying tits and her amazing smile. Her smile could look both playful and a tiny bit naughty at times. She was easy to smile and didn't ever seem to keep that to herself. Her tits were truly something to behold. They were big, huge considering how athletic she was, most of the time when girls worked out hard and ate well, nature played the evil trick of shrinking their boobs first.
That was not the case with Cara. It was so hard to gauge size but Josh would guess she was about an E. or whatever the size was past DD. It was so hard to tell. No converting metric to standard. Any smart man measured boobs with their hands. She had them strapped down tight today, the purple supported sports bra and she was contain her hips and generously plump ass in a pair of wine colored leggings.
After a short conversation they decided to keep it short, far shorter than Josh was used to but he told her he would swing back by his house and go out again if he needed to or felt like he could go further. 5 miles. That was a good first day. Long story short, she made it, it wasn't pretty but she did make it all the way and with pretty good clip. He did have to run a bit slower. But she did really well. She was no stranger to work, teaching as many spin classes as she did she was not truly dead tired but it was rough. Josh couldn't lie, he had enjoyed her company. For the first two miles or so they hadn't said much, then she had started asking questions and the conversation had started.
They had talked about a lot; the usual of his work, her work, the weather, property value, taxes. Then after a while it had gone to her friends and social stuff. Then she asked about his girl, how things were going and the conversation had kinda died. As they slowed to a brisk walk about a half mile from his house she had broken the silence.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't know that had ended." Cara said as they slowed to a walk and Josh gave his camelback hose a pull and drank some still cold water.
"Yeah, she texted me, told me the company had an opening in Cheyanne for about twice the money." Josh said, pausing as he again felt the keen pain of missing her and about a hundred other emotions.
"You guys were together like what, 5 years?" Cara said, shaking her head as they stopped in beside her car and she retrieved her water bottle. Josh noted the swell of her hips and the round curve of her ass before he caught himself, reminded of her title by the little voice in his head and he turned away and looked at the brightening sky and tried to deny that he had been admiring her feminine physical qualities with more than just an appreciation.
"a little more than 4 actually. Lived together for most of it." Josh shook his head. Hanna had been fun. Aside from being his only serious girlfriend, she had been more than that, she had been the girl he had lost his virginity to. Six months after they got together they had started having what he like to think was vigorous, youthful sex, probably about 2 maybe three times a week and that had been the norm. It had been that way for about two or three years. The last year the frequency had fallen off , little by little until near the end they were only romantic once or twice in the last 4 months and even then it had been hurried but not in the fun needful way, more dutiful than romantic
Hanna was beautiful and fit, a runner also, but she had been adamant about protection. She had some hormonal issue that had not allowed her to get on birth control as she explained it so the burden had fallen to him. Condoms. So many condoms at the onset had been filled and thrown out. She had said they would talk about kids after they got married, but would never really talk seriously about that.
"Damn. That really sucks. I'm sorry." Cara said, her sky blue eyes on him and he could feel she really did feel bad about it. It was nice.
"Well, thank you so much for letting me tag along and mess with your Zen." Car said as she took a small towel off her bag and patted the sheen of sweat on her neck and the tops of her covered and squished breasts. "I'm going to go shower at the gym and catch some kip before brunch. Thank you so much. This was way better than running alone." And then she moved in and hugged him, it was a bit awkward. Josh was not used to hugs, Hanna was not one for PDI even if no one was really around. She like to keep their affection behind closed doors.
Her skin was damp and her sports bra was soaked with sweat and her hair at was matted with sweat. But she smelled so good and his body, as tired and sore as he was from his run responded. He had been in charge of his own release for some months now and to be this close to the hard bodied yet soft skinned woman that smelled like some kind of flower as she embraced him made his cock feel heavy in his compression shorts. She let go and climbed into her car and waved as she drove off.
