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A couple of years ago, 34 year old me was out for a run. One of the three, maybe for runs I did every week back then. I all the time took the same route. No matter if it was snowing, raining or the sun was burning down. Running just was – and still is – my thing to do. It keeps me in shape – yes, fat, old and bald is one thing too much – and it clears my mind.
But I am drifting off. Back to that one run. The run I will never ever forget. I was in full swing. I was running like a machine. One step after the other. The landscape was flying past me. The music in my ears gave exactly the right rhythm. I was fast. The fastest I had ever been before. I was feeling awesome.
Then she showed up. She all of sudden came around a corner in the back of me. She closed the distance between the two of us without any problems. Then she ran past me. She took me over. And gave me a very challenging smile while she ran past me.
Yes, my male ego got more than just a tent. I gave everything to keep with her. To overtake her again. While starring at her damn hot ass. But I didn’t stood a chance. She just was faster. The distance between the two of us grew with every minute. I just wasn’t fast enough. So I got slower and finished my run. Thinking about my defeat. Coming up with a revenge plan.
Over the next couple of weeks I upped my training routine. On a total different track than my usual one. It worked, I got faster. My endurance went up. I was in the running shape of my life. It was time to go back to my usual track. Hoping that she’d show up once more.
Luckily, a few runs later, she all of a sudden came around a corner again. I let her come closer. And closer. Then, the moment she wanted to run past me, I went faster. I was able to match her speed. She looked somewhat surprised. She got faster. I was able to keep up. We kept on running next to each other for a few kilometers. Full speed ahead.
Until it was enough. Until we both had enough. Until our bodies told us to fuck off. Full stop for both of us. We were catching our breaths. While looking at each other. Smiling at each other. Then we walked back the way we came. All the time next to each other. Talking. Stopping at some food truck on the way. To refill our drained batteries. You could say, we had our first date on that day. Chit chat. Small talk. She told me that she was 31. Luckily, we found some common ground.
Buttime flew by, and it got dark. And cold. Not ideal when your clothes are trenched in sweat. So we called it a day. But we exchanged contact information.. Then each of us walked his way. While turning around at least a dozen times. We already struggled to let go of each other after our first time hanging out.
We were texting each other on the same evening. We set up our first real date. She invited me over to her place. She was planing to cook something for the two of us. I was the one taking care of the drinks.
Two days later, yes, it was a Friday, I drove over to her place. When she opened up the door, she was dressed to impress. She even looked better than when I ran into her. Fuck, she had some damn hot curves. Now she really caught my eye.
We hugged each other. Then she asked me in. And she asked me to get out of my shoes. Then it was time for a round through her place. Her apartment had style. I liked it. It really had something. While she walked me through her place, it started to smell like something was burning. The smell came from the kitchen. Something was burning. Something was turning black. Our dinner was turning into charcoal.
Once she realized what was going on, she ran back in the kitchen. She tried to save the food on the stove, but it was too late. It was gone. She looked angry, and a little bit disappointed. Evil me had to ask her the following question: “Cooking isn’t your thing, am I right?”
A towel flew into my direction. Followed by a kitchen roll. I dodged the first one and caught the second one. While having enormous smile on my face. She, she was pissed. Cursing a lot. Giving me some angry views. I was into playing with some fire that day: “It still looks good. I bet it still tastes awesome.”
Now she was on fire. She called me names. I think she jumped over the kitchen counter. Ready to kill me. Ready to sink her teeth into my throat. I still had a smile on my face. She was ready to explode. She was really close to me. I looked her in the eyes. Her eyes were on fire. I gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek. I caught her by surprise. Luckily she had no issue with my doing. She even calmed down a little bit.
In the same moment something made boom. Something clicked. Something else took over. Our bodies were touching. We looked each other in the eyes. Passionate kissing set in. Her anger transformed. Our hands were on each other’s bodies. Moaning was filling the room. Tension was building up.
A few minutes later she was sitting on the kitchen counter. Her skirt pulled up, her panties on the floor. Next to my pants and my underwear. My raging hard dick was ready fill up her already dripping wet pussy. We shared passionate kisses at all times.
Seconds later her pussy war wrapping herself around my rock solid cock. I went in balls deep. I fucked her gentle. Her moaning got more and more intense. More and more tension was building up. Her hands were gripping onto my back.
She asked me to fuck her harder, and faster. I did as told. I came closer to an orgasm. So did she. Just a few more hard and deep thrusts. My balls began to ache. Boom. I nutted a enormous load inside her twitching pussy. She came a few seconds later. A firework went of in two heads.
Some time later, after we regained ourselves, we looked each other in the eyes again. We were smiling at each other. We shared some gentle kisses. I suggested her that we could order some food. She gladly accepted my offer. Under one condition: I had to pay for it.
All she got back was an okay, and a what do you want? After ordering some food I put my underwear and my pants back on again. She went to the bathroom to clean herself up. While she was gone I cleaned her kitchen. I got rid of the smelly black stuff that was supposed to be our dinner. I cleaned the counter top. I cleaned everything else that was standing around and was dirty.
When she got back from the bathroom, she caught me in the act. I wasn’t finished cleaning. My doing was a pleasant surprise for her. She offered me her help, but I told her to sit down and keep me business. A smile appeared on her face when I poured her something to drink.
Time flew by. We clearly enjoyed each others business. Yes, we were talking about our cooking accidents. Everyone has them. Until the food arrived. Then we moved over to the dinning table. Still talking, enjoying some great Indian food.
Once our bellies were filled, we both cleaned away the dishes, then we placed ourselves onto the sofa. We were cuddling while some nice ambient music was filling the room. Our bodies were touching at all times. We shared some occasional kisses. While our hands explored each others bodies.
It didn’t took long until my head was between her legs. Until my tongue was on her clit. Until my fingers were sliding in and out of her slippery pussy. Her moaning was filling the room. Her taste was filling my mouth. A more than just awesome thing.
More and more tension built up. Her hands were looking for something to grab onto. She came closer and closer with every second. Her legs were tightening around my head. And boom. She came. She had an orgasm. Her body was trembling. I pulled my fingers out. I stopped playing with her clit. I gave her break.
Soon after she finished she pulled me up. Passionate kissing set in. Her dress was flying through the room. So were my clothes. I got my first glimpse on her damn hot, next to perfect boobs. They were exactly how I like them. I had to suck on them. I had to squeeze them.
While I was playing with her breasts, one of her hands was sliding up and down on my rock hard dick. Her doing felt nothing but great. Moaning escaped my throat. Then, all of sudden she stopped. She pushed me away. She turned around, bent over the sofa and offered me a perfect view on her swollen pussy.
I gladly accepted her invitation. I slid my rock hard dick inside her greedy pussy. Once more, it felt nothing but awesome when my dick was sliding in and out of her wet hole. This time I gave everything I had. I tried to stab her with my dick. She loved what I was doing. Her moaning got louder and louder. She even asked me to fuck her harder.
Sweat was running down my body. Sweat was running down her body. More and more tension was building up. My balls were aching. I was ready to dump my load. Her body was trembling. Her hands were grabbing the sofa. Then boom, my balls spit their nasty load deep inside her. While her legs were shaking. We came together, again. Nothing but awesome.
After we finished off, we collapsed onto each other. It took us some time to regain ourselves. Then we cuddled. We kissed. We messed up her sofa with our fucking juices. But we didn’t gave a damn about it. Then we fell asleep. On the sofa. Still naked. Still laying onto each other.
About an hour or so later, we moved into her bedroom. We took a shower first, we brushed our teeth, then we went to bed. Nor more sex that night. We just slept until the next morning. Spooning for the bigger part of the night.
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