She really was the most fabulous bitch I'd ever seen.
Long hair, white against the darkness of the woodland behind her. A big toothy grin that reached all the way to her bold, piercing blue eyes, made of ice and diamonds. Eager to please and always ready to play, I longed to roll around with her. Such stamina, she'd run like the wind all day and all night. And that tongue, ready to lick you all over if you'd only let her. I was in love the moment I first saw her and couldn't wait to play with her. An absolutely stunning husky.
And her owner was a hell of a looker, too. Late twenties I'd estimate, bleached-blonde hair in a high ponytail that regardless fell to the small of her back. I didn't know the colour of her eyes, yet, as she always wore those mirror shades as she ran. But God, what a body. Just over 5 feet and under a hundred pounds, a disproportionate amount of which was being constrained by a sports bra that deserved some kind of award for going above and beyond the call of duty. Nice peachy ass and strong legs, in painted-on lycra short-shorts that cut straight through the crease of her cheeks. God, how my hands, cock, tongue wanted to follow that crease.
We jogged past each other one day, when I was doing my usual laps around the wood - a little later than usual as I'd indulged a bit too much the night before and had a rare lie in. Ever since, I made a point of leaving the house that same half an hour later, hoping to see her (and her dog) again. We became nodding acquaintances - sometimes passing, as we jogged in opposite directions; sometimes alongside, with brief small-talk about the weather but mostly running in silence, until one of us would choose a different path.
I could watch that ass run forever, and always tried to sneak a glance at beads of sweat sliding into that deep bouncing cleavage. And I'd sometimes catch her eyes, through the side of those shades, flicking up from my chest to meet mine, and the slightly curled lip smile that went with it.
Yeah, I noticed the ring. The diamond was fucking massive. But it didn't stop her flirting, so I thought... what's the harm in flirting back?
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As I knelt, I heard the rapid sounds of something approaching across the gravel; there was the sound of heavy breathing, and something was probing at my asshole through the lycra of my shorts.
"Lupa! Lupa, stop that this instant!"
I'd gotten a stone or something in my shoes, and had to deal with it before I could carry on. The snowy husky had taken that as an invitation and started 'investigating' me. As her owner approached, she skitted round to in front of me - putting me between her and her owner - and shifted attention to my crotch.
"Lupa!! Oh fuck, I'm so sorry! Get away!"
I started messing with Lupa's fur, running my hands through her hair, and letting her play-bite at my fists, to try and get her back out of my lap. With her gorgeous owner now standing over me, I'd become bizarrely self-conscious about how revealing the lycra was.
"Don't worry about it. You have a beautiful dog," I said, trying to shrug it off.
"I don't know what got into her. Bad doggie. Going straight to third base and she doesn't even know your name!"
I stood, smiling. "Scott," I said, offering my hand.
She took it, a firm grip for a delicate hand, nails perfectly polished, and that huge fuck-off engagement ring. "Bobbi," she noted. "I guess we should have done that a while ago. I don't have to keep thinking of you as the Ripped Runner any more." Then she faux-blushed, pretending to be embarrassed about what she'd just said, but the curl of her lip betrayed her.
"I'd rather you did," I replied. Then decided to chance my hand. "After all, it's been a too long since I had such a great looking bitch's face in my lap."
Her mouth went straight to an over-the-top shocked O. "You're a bad one. I'm gonna have to watch you."
And I can't stop looking at you, I thought.
We slow-jogged along the path for a bit, continuing to flirt and find out more about each other. She was engaged, her fiancé worked for some accountancy/legal firm in the City. I told her about the construction company I worked for, how I was looking to break out of the big firm and set up with a couple of the guys as an independent outfit. She said maybe she could get her husband to help with that. "Anything for a friend," she said, with an interesting tone on the anything.
"We're friends, now?" I asked.
"Well, I think Lupa's already got beyond the friendzone." A pause. "And I believe that friendship should come with benefits, don't you agree?"
I spluttered some kind of reply, and she laughed. "I meant to help you set up your business. What on earth did you think I meant?" But there was that smile, again. She held her bottom lip between her teeth and seemed to come to a decision about something. "What's your best lap time round the wood?"
"About 9:45," I boasted.
"Hmmm. Not bad," she considered. "D'you reckon you could catch me?"
I looked her up and down. "If, no when, I do - what then?"
She giggled, dirtily. "Catch me and find out." And then she was jogging off down the track, looking back over her shoulder, Lupa tagging alongside.
I started to trot along behind, matching her pace, watching her move. She was solid, lean muscle. I started to realise how awkward it was to run with a semi.
"Ha! Is that the best you got?" she taunted, upping the pace. I put a spurt on, still well within my limits, and started to close up. Twelve yards, ten, eight... just before I'd closed to touching distance, she let out a squeal of delight - and then she was just gone, no more messing about, just flat out sprinting along the edge of the wood. The chase was on properly now.
We came to a fork on the path, and she followed the trail into the wood. I'm a track runner usually; I prefer the hard surface. But I wasn't letting her get away. The promise, the prize, was too great; the beast she'd woken in me would not be denied. I pounded over the soft bark-covered trail and tried to keep her in view. She was faster, for now, and more familiar with the terrain; but I was confident my longer stride and natural advantage of male stamina would win out in the end.
Indeed, after a minute or so I was catching her again. She looked over her shoulder, an accepting smile, as I closed back in on her.
Maybe I should have paid more attention to the ground conditions rather than her spectacular ass in that spandex. One second I was reaching for her arm, the next I felt my toes crumple and I had a face and mouth full of bark and dirt as I slammed to the ground.
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I came to with a cool dampness on my face; Lupa was licking at my cheek. I tried to bat her away but there was something wrong with my arm. And where was that terrible ringing noise coming from?
Sound slowly returned. "...okay? Oh my god, Scott, are you okay?"
I looked up, and a pair of twin angels were looking over me. In sync, they removed their mirror shades to get a closer look at me. I blinked and shook my head - ouch - and they resolved back into just the one Bobbi, as she knelt beside me and reached for my head.
"How many fingers?" she asked. Her face and hand swam into view.
"Two, and a thumb," I said. You're not catching me out that way, I thought. But she didn't look convinced. "I'm fine, just winded." Then I tried to stand; I moved my arm to steady myself against the nearest tree, and that's when the adrenaline ran out. "Fuck!" I shouted, and looked at my shoulder. Something was very wrong, and I didn't just mean how my vest was torn to shreds.
