Date: Mon, 25 Dec 2006 20:27:31 -0500
From: topgunintulsa@cox.net
Subject: Jogging Partner

I present my new story! Usual warnings apply

- This story contains sexual activity between two women so please do not
proceed if you are a minor, this is illegal where you are, or it is likely
to offend you.


As the sound of crashing waves woke me I realized that much to my
displeasure, I was not on a beach soaking up rays of warm sunshine on my
bronzed naked body but, in my bed at home with the alarm going off in my
ear.  As I rolled over and considered hitting the snooze I knew I had to
get up and start my day.

After throwing on my shoes, shorts, sports bra, and long sleeve zip hoodie
I was off for my morning jog.  I don't jog for the fun; I jog because I
want to stay in shape.  It helped since my husband and I moved to the new
neighborhood that many other 30somethings jog in the pre-dawn too. Although
we all have our I-pod in and no one does more than wave, it is nice to know
that there are other's like me fighting to stay in shape.  This morning, as
usual I'm wishing I was on a beach instead of running up a hill, listening
to Nickleback tell me how to be a rock star and a tall curvy blonde matches
me step for step.  I smile and she smiles back.  We finished the mile
together never speaking.  As I rounded the corner to go left to my house
she looked over at me, gave me a little wave and jogged the other
direction.  Walking into the house slowly peeling off the sweaty hoodie,
and unhooking my sports bra to release my perky C cup breasts the cool
inside air made my warm nipples stand erect I could think if nothing other
taking deep breaths and taking off my shorts to let my slick pussy breathe.
Standing under the cool spray of the water I began soaping up loving the
way my hands ran over my body, suddenly I thought about my running partner
and wished I could rub the warm soap over her lean body.  The thought took
me by surprise, after all I have been married for over ten years and my
husband and I had a great sex life.  Early on we talked about finding a
girl to join us but just never met anyone we could both agree on.  I had
always admired the female form; I guess I should have played more in
college when I was surrounded by beautiful lean sorority girls.

I never thought about the tall thin blonde again until my alarm went off
again the next day.  As I fought with myself it wasn't the same old "Get up
girl so that you stay in shape"...today it was, hey remember that sexy
blonde, maybe I will see her again. So, up I got and instead of my
customary ball cap I gathered my shoulder length dark brown curly hair in a
tie for a perky pony-tail, and I left off the sports bra opting instead for
a tight hot pink long sleeve wicking shirt that would hold my bouncing tits
in place but also give me some movement, and my loose black running shorts
with no underwear.

My thoughts on the tall blonde I really wasn't looking around as I walked
to the curb and bent over to touch my toes and stretch, when a pair of
brown and pink shocks appear in front of my nose.  I slowly unbend
following lightly tan long legs with incredibly short white jogging shorts
covering slim hips, to a flat stomach covered by a white top identical to
the one I have on, and then her face, small nose, high cheekbones, and dark
brown eyes the color of chocolate.

The tall blondes smiles and says, "Hi! I hope you don't mind me running
with you.  I know you and your husband just moved in and I would love a
running partner—I seem to push myself more if I run with someone."

Of course, I smile and reply, "No not at all, my name is Chris."

As we start off I realize that she is quite a bit taller than my 5'1'
frame.  I try to keep my eyes forward and my gait steady as we begin to
warm up.  Then just as we are beginning to set a rhythm she lightly touches
my hand.  I mumble, "Oh sorry, I will move over"

She simply smiles and says, "No need, we are bound to bump once in awhile
we are running together after all.  Besides, that is why I picked you to
run with."

I almost tripped over myself; from that moment on I could hardly
concentrate on the run.  I could feel her body beside me, out of the corner
of my eye I could see her nipples slowly harden against the silky cotton
shirt, the outline of her dark pink areoles clearly showing.  It was the
easiest three mile run I had ever done.  As we rounded the corner to my
house she said, "Would you mind if I came in for some water?"

"No, not at all."

As we entered the house we slipped out of our shoes and padded across the
wooden floor to the cool tile kitchen.  I could smell her, she smelled just
like I imagined, warm sugar lotion.  The cool air of inside had made her
nipples even harder and the slight damp from her sweating made her shirt
almost transparent.  I tried not to stare as I opened the door to the
fridge to get out some bottled water.

She smile and pulled her long blonde hair out from under the cap, and she
took a long drink on the water bottle.  She said, "Chris, do you mind if I
take off this shirt just for a second?  It is damp and I'm so hot, I'd love
to get some cool air for just a second."  Then to my delight and amazement
she slowly turned her back to me and pulled her shirt off over her head.
Turning I saw her chest was much larger than mine, her large soft tits were
proudly standing tall, her long nipples hard as rocks.  I felt my nipples
harder in response, and my pussy begin to swell.  She then took her water
bottle and slowly rubbed her nipples leaving small droplets of water on her
soft mounds.

My mouth went dry, and I could feel my pussy begin to soak my shorts.  She
then trailed the bottle down to her blue jogging shorts; with a small smile
she slowly opened her legs slightly and ran the bottle top across what I
knew was her clit.  Suddenly I wanted to see if she was blonde anywhere
else.  She didn't disappoint me, she again turned her back and bent over at
the waist slowly reaching up to pull her shorts off to reveal a pair of
black boy cut shorts.  She had a small rounded ass and I could see her
pussy lips straining against the fabric as they rode slightly up her tight
ass dividing each check.  She slowly spun around and the undies were
outlining her swollen outer lips.  She smiled and said," Chris, do you know
what the best part about a hard run is? The damp feeling you get between
your legs.  You know what I love the most? To eat a woman that smells like
a woman, all hot and sweaty.  Are you interested?" Then, she slowly removed
her boy cuts to reveal her totally bald pussy.  The smell of her musty
scent rode on the cool air to me.

I was in such shock a bomb could have gone off outside and it wouldn't have
matter to me.  She knew I couldn't move so she took me by the hand and lead
me to the couch.  She slowly began to undressed me as she pulled my mouth
close her tongue darted in and out of my mouth.  She whispered in my ear,
"Chris, honey touch me!"

As I ran my hand down her slender back I let it rest on her tight ass, and
I let the other hand cup her tit and teased her nipple with my thumb.  She
had me undressed before I knew what was happening.  She gently pushed me on
my back, and smiled a huge smile when she realized I was as bald as she
was!

"Chris, how did you know I like my women shaved?" she said, as she smile
and began to gently suck on my clit.  I felt my pussy engorge even more and
I could smell my juices as she loudly sucked everything that came out of my
tight hole, I moaned with pleasure as she slowly put her fingers inside my
hot pussy.  I was on the verge of a huge orgasm when in walks my husband,
naked and freshly showered.  He stopped dead and said, "Well Chris who is
your new friend?" just as I screamed and came all over her face.

When I stopped shaking she got off her knees from between my legs, licked
my cum off her lips and walked to my husband, said, "Hi, I'm her new
running friend, Julie, would you like to join us to?" and kissed him with
my scent all over her.  I'm not sure who was more shocked or delighted my
husband or me.  But, that is for another story.